<?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-1309032694038430222</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:07.756-07:00</updated><category term='archangel of westminster'/><title type='text'>Up All Night</title><subtitle type='html'>And I've been up all night,
I might sleep all day.
Get your dreams just right
Let them slip away,
I might sleep all day.-Up All Night (Frankie Miller Goes To Hollywood) by Counting Crows</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-4815838055451001437</id><published>2009-04-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:00:57.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randon Adventures</title><content type='html'>I bumped into my friend Veronica today on my way to the DH. She told me how she wanted to go see I Love You Man but her friends bailed. So I said I'd go. We walked over to Boylston for the 8:50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worth it. One of the funniest movies I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great how in college you never know what you will wind up doing if you just take a minute to stop and talk to your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-4815838055451001437?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4815838055451001437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=4815838055451001437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4815838055451001437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4815838055451001437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/04/randon-adventures.html' title='Randon Adventures'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-5316176172148855805</id><published>2009-04-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:58:34.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar hopping... oops, wrong blog...</title><content type='html'>Alright, so it wasn't bar hopping. It was church hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Holy Thursday mass my friends and I went church hopping. We hit up St. Clements, St. Cecelia's, St. Francis's (in the Pru) and finished at the Cathedral. We stopped for adoration at each one. On the way we met up with a bunch of Kids from the CC at BU. We sang praise and worship and the rosary as we traveled the streets of Boston. At the Cathedral we said night prayer with the Cardinal... The girl sitting behind me had the most amazing voice I had ever heard. Totally made the end of my night amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-5316176172148855805?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5316176172148855805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=5316176172148855805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5316176172148855805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5316176172148855805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/04/bar-hopping-oops-wrong-blog.html' title='Bar hopping... oops, wrong blog...'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-2999651094934481560</id><published>2009-04-01T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:50:23.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archangel of westminster'/><title type='text'>The Archangel of Westminster</title><content type='html'>So I just finished reading The Archangel of Westminster by Mike Shaughnessy. It is hands down the best book I've ever read. It is about a man who goes to Westminster Cathedral and meets St. Michael who proceeds to tell him all about angels and the fall and Christ and various other things. It takes place around this time and I suggest reading it. It is really short. It only took me a few hours to finish. So give it a shot, even if you're busy. I promise it will be worth your time. (Guys especially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-2999651094934481560?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2999651094934481560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=2999651094934481560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2999651094934481560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2999651094934481560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/04/archangel-of-westminster.html' title='The Archangel of Westminster'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-2768955084748971763</id><published>2009-04-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:43:36.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eucharistic Congress</title><content type='html'>So I don't know if anyone other than mom and dad actually ever look at this, but there is going to be a Eucharistic Congress this weekend in the Northend... I think, I don't actually know where per-se or when the exact time is, or what that all even means. I simply know my friends will tell me where to be and when and I'll go from there. =p If any of the fun Catholic people (who may or may not ever look at this) are going to be there, feel free to let me know and I'll attempt to track you down and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will be doing a reading/the narrator (or so I've been promised) for our Palm Sunday mass at the Fenway Cente,. (though i'm sure you all have your exciting own masses to go to) so wish me luck. (If any readers other than mom and dad actually exist) (I also promise to start writing on this more so it may become worthwile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-2768955084748971763?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2768955084748971763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=2768955084748971763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2768955084748971763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2768955084748971763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/04/eucharistic-congress.html' title='Eucharistic Congress'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-7044680989713343618</id><published>2009-03-29T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:26:21.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom much is given...</title><content type='html'>Luke 12:48&lt;br /&gt;International Standard Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the servant who did things that deserved a beating without knowing it will receive a light beating. Much will be required from everyone to whom much has been given. But even more will be demanded from the one to whom much has been entrusted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are words that never really meant anything to me. I certainly never thought I had been given much in life. Coming from a family of 7 kids, I never had as much stuff as the other kids my age. I guess whenever I heard these words, I simply thought I had lucked out. I never thought I was given much and thus not much would be expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy how wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guardian Angel is St. Michael the Archangel. This is pretty ballin' truth be told. How do I know who my guardian angel is when almost no one else does? It's simple really. My mother had 2 miscarriages before I was conceived. The doctors didn't think there was much chance of them having another child. At the time though, my parents only had Mary and Tim and wanted more kids. So, they prayed and prayed to St. Michael, the first among the heavenly host, to come down and be my guardian angel when my mom became pregnant to me. Needless to say, I was born and he has been protecting me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young child I never thought to much into it. I could never see where he was or what he was doing. I still to this day can't generally understand what he does for me. Those few occasions I do, it's pretty special. The biggest time his presence is noticeable is during mass. When I was an alter server, I would often be standing alone during the reciting of the Our Father and thus had no one's hand to hold. At the same time, I could always feel someone holding my hand, generally the left. When I was young I explained this away as an imaginary friend, but when I got older, I came to see the truth. St. Michael would be present there with me praising the lord since in the end, it is his favorite thing to do, give praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with Luke 12:48?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well quite simply, I am not the servant that didn't understand. Nor am I the one to whom much is given, but I am one of the ones to whom much is entrusted... I have been given one of the greatest gifts in God's grace, that of the protection of St. Michael. There is a battle for my soul taking place as there is for all of ours. The Archangel is definitely winning in my case. Of course, the more deeply he helps me, the more I see that is being demanded of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel like the weight of the whole world is on my shoulders, though it is not an unbearable load. I have been given ample weapons to handle this. With Michael as my sword and shield I cannot lose. I'll get it all right eventually, and when that day arrives, I can only hope that there will be much rejoicing because of it. But until then, I shall continue to struggle with my own battles, and fighting other peoples battles as well. Because when you are entrusted with the Archangel, your life is never completely your own. Michael himself is given special assignments to help others when even their own guardians strength isn't enough. This is the same that is demanded of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are battles that I will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer to St. Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against wickedness and the snares of the devil; may God rebuke him, we humbly pray and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-7044680989713343618?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7044680989713343618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=7044680989713343618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7044680989713343618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7044680989713343618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-whom-much-is-given.html' title='To whom much is given...'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-5800921974026299232</id><published>2009-03-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:26:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Rosary</title><content type='html'>So my friend Sam (girl Sam, not boy Sam, cuz theres two friend Sams...) and I sat down after our volleyball game tonight to say the rosary. Unfortunately, neither of us know the mysteries, or even what ones to say on what day. As we were discussing what to do, I realized I had the Little Green Book of Blarney in my pocket. It is an excellent book about all things Irish. In the back, there is a bunch of Irish blessings, so in honor of St. Patrick, we said those instead of the mysteries. It was goofy and a lot of fun because some of them are less serious than others but some are really deep an insightful and they all seemed to be just what I needed to hear. Funny how it works out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-5800921974026299232?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5800921974026299232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=5800921974026299232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5800921974026299232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5800921974026299232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-rosary.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Rosary'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-1201330728636380656</id><published>2009-02-12T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:13:05.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>So I went on retreat over the weekend. I always find it so amazing how you can come back feeling so refreshed and ready to face the world again. The week after you always have such a powerful spiritual high. I managed to get my friend Abbie to come along to our NUlife meeting on Wednesday which was cool. It's so strange to me to have a group of friends who actually think quite highly of you because no matter how you act they know who you truly are beneath that. It really allows you to be yourself. You know that you won't be judged as harshly for things because the people around you also know about your spiritual life and how strong you are in that regard. Their opinions about you are always tempered by that knowledge and it is a truly wonderful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-1201330728636380656?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1201330728636380656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=1201330728636380656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/1201330728636380656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/1201330728636380656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-6721644159087577453</id><published>2008-12-16T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:16:51.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam session</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this works. I helped my buddy Sam with his final recording project and this was one of our jams. I'm playing drums, Sam's on piano and his friend Thomas from Berklee is playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the 1:50 mark is Sam's favorite part and I must say it is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sam believes I have awesome tom fills so he turned up the tom levels so they'd be more pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the first time I couldn't get it up, so I made it in a video because that's easier to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22a3092f0857c7a0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22a3092f0857c7a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31A58A1F27B62BBDDD7959A51EE6F0A7C0465AF.804B935DAA33B604C9546DD0999E084FA495D3DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22a3092f0857c7a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrQ7BTOUgeUNvOExJcQMffSkOI84&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22a3092f0857c7a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31A58A1F27B62BBDDD7959A51EE6F0A7C0465AF.804B935DAA33B604C9546DD0999E084FA495D3DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22a3092f0857c7a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrQ7BTOUgeUNvOExJcQMffSkOI84&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-6721644159087577453?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22a3092f0857c7a0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6721644159087577453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=6721644159087577453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6721644159087577453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6721644159087577453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/12/filecuserscoreymusicitunesitunes20music.html' title='Jam session'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-3745459366602228108</id><published>2008-10-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:11:47.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncRSqHmII/AAAAAAAAALY/Y6k8LDUjIdc/s1600-h/Hiking+Trip+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncRSqHmII/AAAAAAAAALY/Y6k8LDUjIdc/s320/Hiking+Trip+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  From left to right: John, Brother Joe, Me, Alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncSUjw2-I/AAAAAAAAALg/hCCUtAj3PEw/s1600-h/Hiking+Trip+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncSUjw2-I/AAAAAAAAALg/hCCUtAj3PEw/s320/Hiking+Trip+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncSojc8MI/AAAAAAAAALo/Vf-FvS4tgCY/s1600-h/Hiking+Trip+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncSojc8MI/AAAAAAAAALo/Vf-FvS4tgCY/s320/Hiking+Trip+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right: Nick, Cassidy, Kat, John, Allison, Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncS2y1AjI/AAAAAAAAALw/5qUDkcuT4BI/s1600-h/Hiking+Trip+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncS2y1AjI/AAAAAAAAALw/5qUDkcuT4BI/s320/Hiking+Trip+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from about halfway up the Marlboro Trail&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-3745459366602228108?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3745459366602228108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=3745459366602228108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3745459366602228108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3745459366602228108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiking-trip.html' title='Hiking Trip'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8eTHhllrJw/SQncRSqHmII/AAAAAAAAALY/Y6k8LDUjIdc/s72-c/Hiking+Trip+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-3422415810113629318</id><published>2008-10-07T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:02:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skadoosh</title><content type='html'>That was the title of our retreat. It is taken from the movie Kung Fu Panda and thus I do not see the relevance. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the retreat started on Friday. We all got to the catholic Center for some pizza and soda before we headed out. The retreat was at St. Thecla's retreat house in Billerica, about a mile down the road from Mary's. So because I claimed to know the area, I was the navigator for our mini-van. Parker, the brother in training, was driving. Well, he just came up here this fall and has never driven on the Mass Pike, and hes from Florida and has never seen a toll booth, and he didn't really know where we were going... The fact that we didn't die is proof enough of God's love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got there without any major incidents and moved our stuff in. We all had individual rooms though they were more like cells. We all hung around for a bit, played ping-pong and goofed off. We played an ice breaker game where everyone has a balloon tied to their leg and the last one standing wins. I won because I'm amazing. We then had our first talk. Brother Brandon (from the catholic center) gave a talk about constantly climbing... I probably missed the main point because I always struggle with paying attention to talks and such. We then had a witness by one of the girls. Again, I don't remember much. We then broke up into small groups to discuss what was talked about and such. This is the part I always love because it truly allows you to get to know people on a very deep level in a very short period of time. There was a lot of music thrown in throughout all of this as well. We then had free time to just hang out and get to know each other. This involved lots of ping pong and card games. Eventually everyone called it a night, myself around one, because we knew it would be a long day ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later, I'm just lazy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-3422415810113629318?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3422415810113629318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=3422415810113629318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3422415810113629318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3422415810113629318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/skadoosh.html' title='Skadoosh'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-8844746461794730928</id><published>2008-10-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:05:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broomball</title><content type='html'>I just started playing Inter mural Broomball with some of the girls on the floor and some of ther other friends. We had our first game last night. We lost... It was unfortunate, but very fun none the less. Its all in good fun anyways and I didn't mind that much, since I didn't expect our team to do very well anyways. Our goalie, Steph, had never played goalie for anything before. Also, she had never been on ice before... I don't know how thats possible considering she's from Sandwich, but whatever. I think we wound up losing like 6-2, I didn't pay to much attention to the score.  I played center the whole time and feel I managed to get the best out of my line. Our line scored one of our goals and we only allowed 2 goals while we were on the ice. Being the top line center is always fun. We definitely have some things we need to work on, but there was some very promising results as well. I managed to win every face off I took, and i realized that it is very easy to gain possesion of the ball and drive to the net as long as your willing to slide about a bit and run right through the other teams defense (which is generally the girls on the other team). All and all it was fun and we went out to eat after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Rocky Slaughter (thats his real name) is a photographer and he came and got some great shots so hopefully I can get those up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait now for next weeks game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-8844746461794730928?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8844746461794730928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=8844746461794730928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8844746461794730928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8844746461794730928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/broomball.html' title='Broomball'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-5954401261652268983</id><published>2008-09-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:39:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that the economy will survive</title><content type='html'>I have discovered the proof that the economy will make it through this rough stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/tech-ticker/article/81526/Goodbye-1-Billion-Salary-Hello-Campbell-Soup"&gt;http://finance.yahoo.com/tech-ticker/article/81526/Goodbye-1-Billion-Salary-Hello-Campbell-Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-5954401261652268983?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5954401261652268983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=5954401261652268983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5954401261652268983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5954401261652268983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/proof-that-economy-will-survive.html' title='Proof that the economy will survive'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-6463170241756369073</id><published>2008-08-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:10:37.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Skiing</title><content type='html'>Spent a good amount of this weekend Jet Skiing. It was totally freakin awesome. I had so much fun doing. The only bad part was when i tried using a stand up jet ski and I managed to slam my face on it... oh well. I then decided to do some tubing, and that proved to be a mistake. As I was sitting in the tube and we were going about 45mph, I was tossed from the tube, flipped backwards, and slammed face first into the water. When I got home I saw that my nose was pink and purple and a little swollen and hurt when I move my head... Broken? Maybe. Worth it? Definitely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-6463170241756369073?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6463170241756369073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=6463170241756369073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6463170241756369073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6463170241756369073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/jet-skiing.html' title='Jet Skiing'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-7866927297829602746</id><published>2008-07-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:25:10.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep enjoying summer</title><content type='html'>What follows is a list of ten things that you don't need to worry about during the summer so try to relax while it lasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/29/science/29tier.html?no_interstitial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-7866927297829602746?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7866927297829602746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=7866927297829602746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7866927297829602746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7866927297829602746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-enjoying-summer.html' title='Keep enjoying summer'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-4117824038029803994</id><published>2008-07-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:46:29.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms can do calculus?</title><content type='html'>I just found this article, apparently round worms do calculus to find food or some crazy shit like that... Its really weird, read it. Apparently even worms can do advanced mathematics better than I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/wormsdocalculustofindfood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me, i think I'm gonna have to kill myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-4117824038029803994?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4117824038029803994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=4117824038029803994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4117824038029803994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4117824038029803994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/07/worms-can-do-calculus.html' title='Worms can do calculus?'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-2875012206743348854</id><published>2008-07-28T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:49:49.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIWWAF</title><content type='html'>The new Cute Is What We Aim For CD is out and I love it. It really is a band that aims at high school and college aged kids by singing about stuff that happens in most of our social lives. This naturally makes it more difficult for them to become mainstream and for adults to really get into it but if you wanna hear some outrageous and funny sexual innuendos and general commentary on the life of an average high school/college aged kid you should really listen to them. This stuff is all very real and all of their songs feel like they could have been written during a week of school by simply writing down what everyone was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to remember I have this and post stuff more often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-2875012206743348854?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2875012206743348854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=2875012206743348854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2875012206743348854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2875012206743348854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/07/ciwwaf.html' title='CIWWAF'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-6863458941346318059</id><published>2008-03-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:27:04.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College kids know nothing about St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>Saint Patrick's Day is celebrated on March 17th. The St. Patrick's Day parade in Southie takes place on the sunday around that time, though not necesarily on that date. Well many people, myself included, dressed in green the whole weekend. One problem with that though... I was one of the few dressed in green ON St. Patrick's day. Kids kept giving me strange looks on that monday. They inquired if I knew that it was over already. I would then have to explain their own ignorance to them about how St. Patrick's day is the 17th, but they wouldn't listen. "Why would they hold the parade on sunday if the holiday was monday?" they would ask. I didn't even bother trying to explain at that point. I simply shrugged, walked away, and kept happy with the knowledge that at least I myself know a little bit about my own heritage even if the rest of the world uses it as an excuse to be loud, drunk and annoying for a weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stupid people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the worst is, this year, St. Patrick's was moved to the 14th this year by the Roman Catholic Church so it wouldn't fall during Holy Week, but apparently none of us got the memo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-6863458941346318059?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6863458941346318059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=6863458941346318059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6863458941346318059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6863458941346318059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/03/college-kids-know-nothing-about-st.html' title='College kids know nothing about St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-8686377680638202725</id><published>2008-03-20T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:10:56.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgina Trip, Final Day</title><content type='html'>Well, onm sunday we were going to return home. This was a problem though because daylight savings was that day. Well, me and Nate didn't get our wake up call. We got a call at 9 (the time we were supposed to leave) that we were going to miss the bus(they wouldnt actually leave without us but scare tactics can be effective). Well Nate was freaking out.  I had packed the night before though, so I simply tried to calm him down and help him pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we made it to the bus, no problems. We then proceeded on our 11 hour bus ride home. We watched Live Free or Die Hard, Rounders, and Knocked Up on the way back. We arrived back in Boston and that was it. Our long journey home completed, I proceeded back to my dorm room quite pleased to know that I will not have to take a bus ride like that again for quite sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-8686377680638202725?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8686377680638202725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=8686377680638202725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8686377680638202725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8686377680638202725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/03/virgina-trip-final-day.html' title='Virgina Trip, Final Day'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-2363855645546090887</id><published>2008-03-20T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:06:58.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgina Trip Day 3</title><content type='html'>So I've been lazy but here's how the rest of my trip went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up saturday morning around 11. Most of the pep band (myself included) went out to take a tour of a brewery(not my idea). We first went the wrong way. We then had to cross a giant bridge... it was extremely long, and windy, and I felt quite sure that I would never see again after all the sand that was blown into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it across the bridge and to the brewery just as it started to rain. We headed downstairs for the tour. It was actually pretty interesting to see how it is made. Very scientific and in truth, I didn't understand half of what was said. They also let us taste the barley that they use to make it with, and suffice to say, it taste disgusting and it is a taste that is hard to get out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back upstairs and had lunch. We also watched as the wind knocked down a near by electrical wire and the Pub briefly lost electricity. We then traversed back across the bridge to return to the hotel. We proceeded to go swimming in the pool for a while then ate dinner. We headed over to the Coliseaum and waited for our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to lose to George Mason, the eventual winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel and called it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-2363855645546090887?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2363855645546090887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=2363855645546090887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2363855645546090887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2363855645546090887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/03/virgina-trip-day-3.html' title='Virgina Trip Day 3'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-4525380790932021659</id><published>2008-03-11T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:27:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgina Trip, Day 2</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nate woke up around noon and went out with his friend Daniel who is from the area. We got lunch at the Galaxy Diner. Every meal came with a deep fried pickle... It was weird, yet amazing at the same time. My burger had some many different things on it that I didn't actually know what I was drinking and my soda was so huge, that I didn't need a refill. We then proceeded to wander around Cary Street, which is kinda like Newbury Street here in Boston. Me and Nate got a lot of funny looks because we were in shorts and T-shirts because in Virgina, 50 is cold, but to us, it was more than warm enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point along our travels, Nate lost his phone. They dropped me off back at the hotel and then went to look for it. A little while later, I was informed by the NU Athletics person with us that Nate's phone had been found at the restaurant. I called Daniel to let them know. They get there... wrong place... Nate's brother had taken the message and told us, but it wasn't the Diner, it was a restaurant at the mall we had stopped at on the way back... Nate was not happy with his brother. Nate decided to just go get his phone the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then headed over to the Ale House where we were going to have our pregame meal. We were all stuffed in a small room in the basement area. We ate and played darts for a while. Me and Brandon, one of the trumpet players, beat everyone and were crowned champions. (Well, I decided we were champions...) We then headed over to the Richmond coliseum for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there early and watched Delaware beat Drexel. We then proceeded to beat James Madison in a game where we dominated most of the game, and while there were a few close points, I felt confident the whole time that we had the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel and proceeded to play card games (hearts and rummy mostly) until we all decided to call it quits and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-4525380790932021659?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4525380790932021659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=4525380790932021659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4525380790932021659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4525380790932021659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/03/virgina-trip-day-2.html' title='Virgina Trip, Day 2'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-6028082037824214446</id><published>2008-03-10T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:15:28.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Trip- Day One</title><content type='html'>On Thursday I arrived back at Northeastern at 4:00 PM to get ready to travel with the NU pep band to Richmond for the CAA Basketball tournament. The bus left here at 5:00 PM. We watched Superbad, Super Troopers, and Transformers on the way down. We made a few stops. We arrived at our hotel shortly before 4:00 AM on Friday. Me and my friend Nate proceeded to our room and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most exciting way to start a trip. It was an 11 hour bus ride, but I survived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-6028082037824214446?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6028082037824214446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=6028082037824214446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6028082037824214446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/6028082037824214446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/03/virginia-trip-day-one.html' title='Virginia Trip- Day One'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-676043160146790574</id><published>2008-02-18T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:11:07.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Hell exothermic or endothermic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text12" id="msg_txt"&gt;&gt; HELL EXPLAINED BY A CHEMESTRY STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington&lt;br /&gt;&gt; chemistry mid term.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (absorbs heat)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some&lt;br /&gt;&gt; variant.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we&lt;br /&gt;&gt; need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;&gt; religions that exist in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their&lt;br /&gt;&gt; religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these&lt;br /&gt;&gt; religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;&gt; project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase&lt;br /&gt;exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in&lt;br /&gt;Hell to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; souls are added.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This gives two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls&lt;br /&gt;&gt; enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase&lt;br /&gt;&gt; until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hell,then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes&lt;br /&gt;&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So which is it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman&lt;br /&gt;&gt; year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then&lt;br /&gt;number&lt;br /&gt;&gt; two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has&lt;br /&gt;&gt; already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;&gt; frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shouting "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-676043160146790574?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/676043160146790574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=676043160146790574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/676043160146790574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/676043160146790574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-hell-exothermic-or-endothermic.html' title='Is Hell exothermic or endothermic?'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-8069958147314224956</id><published>2008-01-29T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:19:16.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up All Night</title><content type='html'>I decided to change the name of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COUNTING CROWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Up All Night (Frankie Miller Goes To Hollywood)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody clear?&lt;br /&gt;We could drive out to the dunes tonight,&lt;br /&gt;'cause summer's almost here.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been up all night,&lt;br /&gt;I might sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Get your dreams just right&lt;br /&gt;Let them slip away,&lt;br /&gt;I might sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;When the roads are clear,&lt;br /&gt;We'll head on out of here,&lt;br /&gt;If you're coming back,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I'm just staring at&lt;br /&gt;the ceiling staring back at me,&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me...&lt;br /&gt;And I've been up all night,&lt;br /&gt;I might sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Get your dreams just right&lt;br /&gt;And let them slip away,&lt;br /&gt;I might sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...It's too late to get high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix your hair just right&lt;br /&gt;Put your jeans on tight,&lt;br /&gt;Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been thinking I'd&lt;br /&gt;like to see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;open up real wide the minute that you see me.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't come through,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that everyone goes disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;into the greatest grey&lt;br /&gt;that covers over everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance...&lt;br /&gt;I've been up all night,&lt;br /&gt;I might sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Get your dreams just right&lt;br /&gt;let them slip away,&lt;br /&gt;I might sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...It's too late to get high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;only wanna get high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-8069958147314224956?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8069958147314224956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=8069958147314224956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8069958147314224956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8069958147314224956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-all-night.html' title='Up All Night'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-3664991241897798152</id><published>2008-01-29T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:39:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate coke-heads</title><content type='html'>So my roommate and myself were hungry last night around midnight so we decided to walk down to Cappy's, a sub shop just off campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, as we were walking back, we ran into a man calling himself the One-Armed Push Up Man. He had to arms but does one armed push ups for money. We were a bit skeptical at first, but he asked everyone who walked by who he was and they all knew him and my roommate had heard of him. We walked with him only because he was heading in the same direction we were. the more we talked to him though the more sure we became that he was not only drunk but probably on cocaine as well. We just wanted him to do his push ups and leave but he kept babbling on and on and on and he kept repeating himself. Also, he kept staring at every girl who walked by. Well he finally did his push ups and still wouldn't let us leave so my roommate handed him and ten and then we bolted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl standing outside our building on her cell phone and I told her about the strange guy and so she went inside with us. As we started to walk she realized I was in her ethics class and said that was a very ethical thing to do, which we both found to be quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then talked to me R.A. about what happened and he knew who I was talking about and seemed to think he was harmless. He then gave me the NUPD's non-emergency number saying that I could report it if it would make me feel better. I called the police and let them know. They were also very familiar with the One-Armed Push Up Man and said they'd send out a cruiser to find him and make sure he wasn't up to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the people you meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-3664991241897798152?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3664991241897798152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=3664991241897798152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3664991241897798152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3664991241897798152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-coke-heads.html' title='I hate coke-heads'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-8979113983900378057</id><published>2008-01-22T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:43:17.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>http://omg.yahoo.com/heath-ledger-found-dead-in-nyc-at-age-28/news/5904&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't heard, actor Heath Ledger was found dead today in his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone else was a fan of his, but I was. I especially loved his role in A Knight's Tale and in The Patriot. I am saddened by his passing. He also was playing the part of The Joker in the upcoming Batman movie starring across from Christian Bale. I've heard that his performance is phenomenal and terrifying. It will be a must see, though probably to scary for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very sad moment because he was an incredible actor who was still very much in his prime. If you have never seen a movie that he was in I suggest going out and renting A Knight's Tale or the Patriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as Billy Joel so eloquently said, Only the good die young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-8979113983900378057?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8979113983900378057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=8979113983900378057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8979113983900378057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8979113983900378057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip-heath-ledger.html' title='RIP Heath Ledger'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-7732877480505850499</id><published>2008-01-19T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:22:18.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Borders Adventure</title><content type='html'>So I was bored last night and there was no one online to talk to when I realized that my friend Terri was working at Borders at the time. Well, I decided that I was so bored I would walk there and by a CD or movie to keep me entertained for the night, and of course, annoy Terri for a while. Now, that's a bit of a hike because Borders is quite a ways down Newbury Street, but I was just that bored. Now, if you've been down Newbury Street at night in the winter you know it's awesome. All the trees have lights on them, theres people shopping everywhere, it's just a really cool place to be. So I get to Borders, pickup the movie From Hell starring Johnny Depp and Heather Graham, an excellent movie, and a Fountains of Wayne CD. I also spent some time annoying Terri. Well when I went down to pay for the CD and DVD a guy comes up to me holding a dog. He then asks me to zip up his jacket with the dog inside. Well, not knowing how to react I simply nodded and did it. I then exchanged a very confused look with the guy at the register as we tried to figure out if that really just happened. Well, it did. The kid at the register then suggested I blog about it, as a joke, but I decided to take that advice to heart because that was the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, don't ya just love Boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-7732877480505850499?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7732877480505850499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=7732877480505850499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7732877480505850499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7732877480505850499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/01/awesome-borders-adventure.html' title='Awesome Borders Adventure'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-4384458470500142116</id><published>2008-01-18T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:36:12.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jobs</title><content type='html'>I now have two sweet work study jobs. The first is working Circulation and Security at the Library. Basically I check peoples IDs when they come in and I check out books for them for only 9 hours a week. The second is as an Office Assistant in RA's office in my dorm hall. I sit here, like I am right now, just waiting for someone who needs help, but the kicker is, I don't help them, I just tell them who to go talk to for help. I'd say I'm living the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-4384458470500142116?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4384458470500142116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=4384458470500142116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4384458470500142116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4384458470500142116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-jobs.html' title='Sweet Jobs'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-7277885148298029107</id><published>2008-01-09T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:23:20.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Hockey</title><content type='html'>I was invited by some kids on my floor to come play street hockey with them. They needed a goalie and wondered if I would do it. They said they had all the gear I needed so I figured why not. It was a three on three game similar to half court basketball. They all shot at my goal but had to clear the ball out before they could try to score. It took some getting used to covering a full sized goal seeing as how I am used to the small goals from gym class. I got the hang of it after a few minutes though the top open corner was a problem for me that I wasn't able to solve at that point. It was difficult, especially since I hadn't done anything physical in a while. They invited me to play with them anytime they play afterwards, since they all hate playing goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to do something about the smell after though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-7277885148298029107?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7277885148298029107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=7277885148298029107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7277885148298029107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7277885148298029107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2008/01/street-hockey.html' title='Street Hockey'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-5418074631563676424</id><published>2007-12-09T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:41:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen Me Lately</title><content type='html'>I realized that the title of m,y blog might seem strange to some people if you are not a Counting Crows fan so here is the lyrics to the song I took it from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have You Seen Me Lately by Counting Crows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get away from me&lt;br /&gt;Get away from me, this isnt gonna be easy&lt;br /&gt;But I dont need you&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;But its just a little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And I dont need anyone&lt;br /&gt;And these days I feel like Im fading away&lt;br /&gt;Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me lately?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me lately?&lt;br /&gt;I was out on the radio starting to change&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out in america, its raining&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me one thing you remember about me&lt;br /&gt;And have you seen me lately?&lt;br /&gt;I remember me&lt;br /&gt;And all the little things that make up a memory&lt;br /&gt;Like she said she loved to watch me sleep&lt;br /&gt;Like she said:&lt;br /&gt;Its the breathing, its the breathing in and out and in and...&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me lately?&lt;br /&gt;I was out on the radio starting to change&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out in america its raining&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me one thing you remember about me&lt;br /&gt;And have you seen me lately?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that someone would notice&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought somebody would say something&lt;br /&gt;If I was missing&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Come on color me in&lt;br /&gt;Come on color me in&lt;br /&gt;Give me your blue rain&lt;br /&gt;Give me your black sky&lt;br /&gt;Give me your green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on give me your white skin&lt;br /&gt;Come on give me your white skin&lt;br /&gt;Come on give me your white skin&lt;br /&gt;I was out on the radio starting to change&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out in america, its raining&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me one thing you remember about me&lt;br /&gt;And have you seen me lately?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me lately       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-5418074631563676424?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5418074631563676424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=5418074631563676424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5418074631563676424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/5418074631563676424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-seen-me-lately.html' title='Have You Seen Me Lately'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-7708200611538078847</id><published>2007-12-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:30:37.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I the one that got hurt?</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate when a couple of people are goofing off and someone not involved gets hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the other night I was hanging out with a few kids on my floor. We were throwing one of those cheap kickballs around cuz we were bored and putting off homework. Well when another kid, Bryan, walked by the room we had to take a shot at him. We threw the ball and he caught it and came in to join the fun. In the end he decided I was in the way of the kid he wanted to hit with it so he decided I should just jump on the kid. Well, he gave me a little shove but I was completely unprepared and went flying. The kid i was supposed to land on was also unprepared and threw his arms up to stop me. Next thing I know I'm face down on the floor. No big deal, it was all in good fun and I started it all anyways. So they helped me up and we kept tossing the ball around. I soon realized my arm hurt and looked down to see a huge rug burn. Needless to say, it sucked. Everyone else noticed too and it led to this huge conversation about how we all hate it when you're goofing off with one person and in the end, someone not involved gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, half of the stories were hockey stories so I'm not sure that you can truly say the injured person wasn't involved, but thats just hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least its a pretty cool looking rug burn, it looks like someone cut me, so eventually the story will probably go something like this, "I was cornered in an alley by seven, no wait nine huge guys..." Well, you get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-7708200611538078847?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7708200611538078847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=7708200611538078847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7708200611538078847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7708200611538078847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-am-i-one-that-got-hurt.html' title='Why am I the one that got hurt?'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-7190460758429533660</id><published>2007-11-27T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:12:45.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count You're Blessings, Count Them 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>I read this in an article on Yahoo! Sports and it seemed very appropriate for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/teams/bos/;_ylt=Ag400ZEBSH4W73vu1va21QOfzIx4"&gt;Boston Celtics&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; We’re thankful that &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/players/3007/;_ylt=AqhDV.iVft_iRlWW7ttwQhWfzIx4"&gt;Kevin Garnett&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/players/3080/;_ylt=Ai2GyeY9kkdRT0bdo_9ZFJOfzIx4"&gt;Ray Allen&lt;/a&gt; were great players on terrible teams last season and didn’t mind being traded. We also are thankful that their respective teams wanted to ship those players to Boston. And we’re thankful that our cell phone couldn’t get service when we considered trading &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/players/3253/;_ylt=AiaQ9su9zKp_Nd.IIvV9qfqfzIx4"&gt;Paul Pierce&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-7190460758429533660?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7190460758429533660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=7190460758429533660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7190460758429533660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/7190460758429533660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/11/count-youre-blessings-count-them-1-2-3.html' title='Count You&apos;re Blessings, Count Them 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-4899896053138474261</id><published>2007-11-27T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:11:46.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time, Let Me Sleep</title><content type='html'>I was awoken last night at 3 A.M. by my roommate. I was confused for a few seconds til I realized the fire alarm was going off. He was yelling at me to wake up and leave the building. There was no fire, someone pulled the alarm though and we all had to leave for a while. It reminded me of when we went to Europe. The fire alarm went off in our hotel and me and my buddy Zach slept through it while everyone else evacuated... I hate fire alarms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-4899896053138474261?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4899896053138474261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=4899896053138474261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4899896053138474261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/4899896053138474261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-time-let-me-sleep.html' title='Next Time, Let Me Sleep'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-3384467499451012975</id><published>2007-10-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:21:10.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergeant Roger Murtaugh</title><content type='html'>So, the other night, October 29th, Danny Glover came to Northeastern to speak. It was an event hosted by the Haitian Student Union. For those of you living sheltered lives that didn't get the title reference, Danny Glover played Sergeant (and later Captain) Roger Murtaugh in the Lethal Weapon movies. Well thats not why he was here. He was here to talk about some of the issues in the world and how they need to be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, the only reason I went was because my R.A. asked me to, and seeing how I aspire to be an R.A. myself, I figured doing anything to get on the R.A.'s good side is smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we get to Blackman Auditorium and find out that not only is it free but we get a free Haitian Student Unity T-shirt. I was pumped cuz i love free stuff and cuz i can now claim to be an honorary member of the Haitian Student Union (which isn't true but I can pretend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation started with a short video presentation of the movies Danny has been in and then he and some professor (I don't know who) were introduced. It was formatted in a way that the professor would ask a question and Danny would go off on the topic, although he as often as not went off on wild tangents that I didn't follow. I don't actually know if what he had to say was good or not. Alot of the discussion focused on the socio-economic problems faced in Africa, Latin-America, and the Caribbean.... At least, I think thats what he was talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that there was an open question period. No one seemed sure if they should say anything, but I was prepared with two questions. My R.A. and the two other kids we went with were terrified when I got up cuz earlier as we were coming over, we joked that someone should ask him if Mel Gibson (his Lethal Weapon co-star) hates blacks as much as he hates Jews. We weren't serious of course, but it was a funny idea. Well, I didn't ask him that. I asked him what his favorite scene from filming the Lethal Weapon movies was. He said it was the toilet scene (for those who haven't seen the movies, in Lethal Weapon 2, theres a scene where Glover is sitting on his toilet and then finds out the bad guys put a bomb in it and if he gets up it'll blow up). This also happens to be my favorite scene from the movies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked which presidential nominee he thought could best deal with the issues he discussed. Well, he wouldn't answer that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat back down, one of the kids I went with Darren, said to me, "Dude, you just talked to Danny Glover about Lethal Weapon and his favorite scene is your favorite scene. That was so cool." Well let me tell you, yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left shortly after that cuz people were asking questions about you know, real world issues, but we just didn't understand any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, it was so cool, cuz I got to talk to Danny Glover about Lethal Weapon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-3384467499451012975?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3384467499451012975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=3384467499451012975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3384467499451012975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/3384467499451012975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/10/sergeant-roger-murtaugh.html' title='Sergeant Roger Murtaugh'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-2973742254135591335</id><published>2007-10-19T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:28:08.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sieve, you suck</title><content type='html'>Thats what we chant from the NU DogHouse when the opposing team's starting goalie is introduced at the start of the beginning of a hockey game. We also chant it whenever he gives up a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well truth is, the goalie from Providence was really, really good. Of course, so was our goalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final score, 3-2 NU over Providence in OT. This is important because my best friend Sarah and her sister both attend Providence College and thus I now have bragging rights leading up to Jan. 25 and 26 when we next face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a great game. I went with my friends Adam and Call. We got there early to make sure we had good seats and it was worth it. The game featured great defense on both sides and great goal-keeping. The offense was sadly lacking though. No goals in the first period even though we a had few power plays and so did Providence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second period, Providence struck first. It was a great screen play and our goalie didn't have a chance. Even the greats like Patrick Roy, Tom Barrasso and Dominik Hasek wouldn't have been able to stop it. A few minutes later, we hit an equalizer. We blew quite a few chances though in the period when we didn't score on a bunch of power plays. Also, there was one bullshit play when we had a practically open shot in front of the net but the goalie shoved the net out of place a split second before we scored. No goal, though there was a penalty. Of course, we didn't score on the power play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period. By now, we had so many missed opportunities on power plays and breakaways that we were just praying for a little luck and for our defense to hold. It did, mostly. One good wrist shot from a Providence winger did make it in though. We were pissed of course, cuz we knew we shouldn't be losing but tied at this point. Next thing we know one of the Providence kids is taking a cheap shot at our guy and is hit with a 5 minute major penalty and automatic game misconduct. Thus he was ejected and another player had to sit his 5 minute penalty. Well, we finally took advantage of a power play and scored, over 4 minutes into it, but scored non the less to tie it up. After we had a few more chances to score, but our offense was sadly lacking and nothing materialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overtime. Our offense had gotten lucky on our first two goals. We had only one true good offensive play in the game. Of course, it was the one play that mattered. 44 seconds into OT and we have a breakaway. Every previous one had consisted of us slowing down to try to get the rest of our team involved, which of course, allowed defenders to get there in time to stop us. Well we got it right this time. Our forward had the puck at our blue line with no one near him. Off he went, and this time, didn't slow down, and didn't try to get to close to the goal. From about 5 feet inside the blue line, he flicked off a wrist shot right past the Providence goalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we face North Dakota. Well, I should say, #1 ranked North Dakota. I don't feel good about that. Of course, the Huskies now know that It takes only one good offensive play and a lot of solid defense and goal-tending to win a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Huskies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the North Dakota goalie, no offense of course but, Sieve, you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-2973742254135591335?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2973742254135591335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=2973742254135591335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2973742254135591335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/2973742254135591335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/10/sieve-you-suck.html' title='Sieve, you suck'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-1842332410968673473</id><published>2007-10-13T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:32:16.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warren Center</title><content type='html'>For anyone that doesn't know, it was well below 50 degrees this morning. i woke up at 7:00 AM to get ready to go to the Warren Center in Ashland. it's owned by Northeastern and it was a pretty cool place. There were different ropes courses in the woods that we used for some team building within the Criminal Justice major. Of course, it was sub 50 this morning, and my bus didnt have working heat. I managed to get some sleep on the way up, but needless to say, I was a bit stiff when we arrived. After a quick breakfast we were ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with some basic ice breakers and then split off into 2 groups. We played some silly games to warm up and then were off. My groups first challenge was to get the entire team to scale a 14 ft. wall, without using anything but our own bodies and of course, once over, you couldnt come back to lift. Well, we were lucky enough to have a few very big kids that got most of us over then somehow managed to lift themselves over. We finished with the last kid jumping up and using another kid who was hanging off the side to pull himself up. we averaged slightly over 3 people a minute, which apparently was very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved on to a low ropes course where we were split up and had to travel across wires in an attempt to score points. Well once we figured out a system for each one, we flew through and managed a much higher score than the previous team. We then found out our average time on the wall was slightly better than the other team's and it was starting to warm up so we went off for lunch feeling pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the hard stuff. After lunch we had the high ropes course, which, as you might guess, involved high ropes and lots of harnesses. Me and a few of my friends decided to go for the hardest one, the Giants ladder, mostly cuz that group had the least amount of volunteers. The Giants ladder consisted of four 4 inch thick logs roped together that three people had to climb up and then stand on the top using only a single rope to balance (we had harnesses though). Me and my friends Call and Will managed the best time of the day on it. We don't know how. Some of the other groups were clearly more athletic, strong, taller, and in some cases more experienced with that sorta thing (ROTC kids). We though still dominated. 3 minutes flat, 12 seconds faster than the next best. It was fun knowing that 3 completely average kids (and short in Calls case) we able to pull through like that with simple team work (and my prodigious skills of course).  We beat the three ROTC kids by about a minute and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back after and I simply crashed. I stayed in bed and played videogames for a few hours. I had no more energy (the earliest I had woken up this year before that was 9 O'clock, and on a weekend it was 11 O'clock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with what felt like a lack of sleep, though I had 7 hours of sleep(almost 8 counting the bus ride), it turned out to be a great, if a bit chilly, day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-1842332410968673473?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1842332410968673473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=1842332410968673473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/1842332410968673473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/1842332410968673473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/10/warren-center.html' title='The Warren Center'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309032694038430222.post-8142379044173152615</id><published>2007-10-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:47:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College so far</title><content type='html'>My high school teachers lied to me. Its quite simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not all of them, but many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always said how you have to take notes this way, or write like this. I often heard, Corey, if you act this way in college you won't succeed. Well up to this point I've done very well in everything. My tests and papers have been all solid As and Bs. Truth is, I haven't changed anything. I take notes from in class power points, I do my readings (usually), and play videogames late into the night. Ok so theoretically I could be a bit more studious, but that's just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe things will get more challenging as I progress in my education, but for now I stand by my belief that teachers just say stuff to you in school about what college will be like to scare you into doing the meaningless work most teachers assign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lucked out with my roomate as well. Aside from the fact that his girlfriend often calls him at 6 in the morning before she goes to school (hes up cuz he has 8AM classes, I'm not cuz I have 10:30AM classes) I have little to complain about. He's asleep before me, he doesn't brining girls back to a little fun, and he doesn't walk around naked (which apparently has been a problem for some people I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been pretty good so far, let's see if my luck holds up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309032694038430222-8142379044173152615?l=cblauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8142379044173152615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309032694038430222&amp;postID=8142379044173152615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8142379044173152615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309032694038430222/posts/default/8142379044173152615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cblauss.blogspot.com/2007/10/college-so-far.html' title='College so far'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272015723818942840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/GointheDistance3/IMG_0503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
