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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description>_uacct = "UA-3735682-1";urchinTracker();</description><title>The Weezie Going Blog</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @weezie)</generator><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>This is my favorite commercial. All I can say is thank god Rip...</title><description>&lt;iframe vspace="0" hspace="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0" style="border:0px;" width="435" height="470" src="http://www.bestads.tv/show.php?id=1611"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is my favorite commercial. All I can say is thank god Rip called!</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/33714585</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/33714585</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 14:54:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>CVS: You're Gonna Love Me</title><description>So for the past three days I have been going on the same run and after I finish I stop at CVS and buy a drink. Also, for the past three days, I have worn basically the same running clothes. Come on, it’s not that gross, just the same pants and sweatshirt. I guess I’ve been feeling pretty self-conscious about it though, because last night I had a dream where I walked into CVS and picked up my favorite drink, diet Sunkist. While I was doing this everyone was staring at me and smiling. I was waving at everyone and then I looked down and I was wearing my same running outfit. Oh great, I was thinking when a nice woman said to me “I love your pants!” and I was like “thank you so much.” And then everyone was crowding around me and telling me how nice they were. Although in real life this would be really creepy, I was so happy about it in my dream. It was then that I realized I want to have these CVS people as my friends. I want them to know me and I want to know them. I want them to ask me how I’m doing and how my run was. I also want a free diet Sunkist because that’s going to start getting expensive. Needless to say, this morning when I woke up I put on the same pants and sweatshirt and ran to CVS. I didn’t receive any compliments on my pants but I know deep down the nice people at CVS will come to enjoy my visits.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/32559909</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/32559909</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 17:32:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Kill ‘em with Kindness</title><description>I don’t know what it is but these past two weeks everyone at my school has been impolite and unkind. For example, I have held the door for numerous people and not once have I gotten a “thank you” and I haven’t gotten the door held for me. So I’ve decided I’m gonna show these people kindness goddammit! I’m going to say please, thank you, you’re welcome and I’m going to smile constantly.  I’m going to be so annoyingly kind and polite they won’t even know what hit them.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/31194995</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/31194995</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:17:45 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Spicy or Mild</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakehurwitz.tumblr.com/post/29952709"&gt;jakehurwitz&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have gained 18 pounds since I moved to New York. I think this is mainly because when I moved here I started eating meat. I’m not ready to give up meat again, but I am officially giving up the following foods which I deem the biggest offenders to my diet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Bacon&lt;br/&gt;- French Fries&lt;br/&gt;- Breaded Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think just saying that in my head wouldn’t be enough. I needed to tumble it. Now I am accountable. If you see me eating these foods, tease me mercilessly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This reminded me of the time when Jake and I were getting lunch from Popeye’s in North Carolina because we were going to the Cayman Islands and we had a connecting flight there. I ordered my meal first and everything was going smoothly, then it was Jake’s turn. He ordered chicken strips and the woman getting his order was like “spicy or mild?” but she had a southern accent so she said mild kind of like mahld. Jake didn’t understand, so he was like “what?” and the woman repeated what she said, still with an accent and a bit annoyed. I tried to whisper to Jake what she was saying, because I understood it. But before I could he was saying “mahld” exactly the same way as the woman. At first he said it quietly then he said it again so that the woman could hear him. I had to run away because I was laughing too hard. Every time I think about this I laugh hysterically.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/30004038</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/30004038</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:06:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Revenge is Sweet Mother Goose</title><description>Today I was running and two geese stepped right in front of me. Normally I might think this was cute, and I pretended to smile at the little kid who was laughing, but really I was scared and annoyed. First of all geese are pretty big and they have beaks, which are scary. Also by stepping in front of me the geese were forcing me to slow down, and they messed up my running rhythm.  It was extremely annoying because I couldn’t even yell at them. They’re geese they just wouldn’t understand. So I thought of a way to get them back. When the weather gets warmer I’m going to jump into the lake I run by and swim right in front of them. They won’t even expect it.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/29014359</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/29014359</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 13:38:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Good News!</title><description>I finally got a package in the mail today. At first I thought it was just a book I ordered off of Amazon and I was like, boring! but it was so much better. It was everything I wanted and more. I got two hamantashen, which are cookies made specially for the Jewish holiday of Purim and were exactly what I wanted. Then I got more. I got Sunkist chewy candies, four Twizzlers, one package of hot chocolate, and a letter from my rabbi. Happy Purim!</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28670310</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28670310</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:04:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Almond Joy</title><description>Today I bought a one-pound bag of almonds and I decided two things:&lt;br/&gt;1)I want to be the only person to eat them. &lt;br/&gt;2)From now on I will only purchase a one-pound bag of almonds.&lt;br/&gt;This way when somebody asks me how many pounds of almonds I have eaten in my life I can give them an accurate answer.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28376331</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28376331</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 11:53:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Getting to Know the Real Me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I feel kind of weird about how things started between us. I just started writing my random thoughts I have throughout the day and I didn’t give you any information about my life. So now that’s what I plan to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B5 is my dad and G4 is my mom. They look young in real life these are just bad pictures. B4 is my older brother and B6 is my younger brother. They are the best brothers as girl could ask for. G1,G2, are my triplet sisters and G3 is me. I look so bad in that picture though, so don’t even pay attention to that. And G5 is my oldest sister. B2 and B10 are my crushes. They are so cute!! As you can see I have a fish, a dog, two alive cats, A7 is our stuffed cat (Felix, god I miss him&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28250182</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28250182</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:14:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I feel so much better. I feel like you guys really know me now.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/eeZY9Jmdk6aqt23qr13LMjbo_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel so much better. I feel like you guys really know me now.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28239764</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28239764</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 15:26:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I've Got the Power</title><description>I noticed today that whenever it’s beautiful and sunny outside I’m in a great mood and when the weather is crappy I’m in a horrible mood. So the question is does the weather control my mood or does my mood control the weather?</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28137186</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28137186</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:28:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Note to self</title><description>Stop saying blah di blah when explaining things. It’s especially annoying when followed by “ya know? Obviously they don’t know when you explained something with nonsense words. Also don’t buy any more highlighters from the school store. You have enough.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28030803</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/28030803</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:04:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Educational and Fun!</title><description>This weekend I went to a dance and a concert, both at my school. The band was Akron Family &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/akak"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/akak&lt;/a&gt; and they were sooo good. Their style of music is really interesting, its kind of folk rock with some other styles mixed. There was a deejay at the dance and he mainly played techno and rap. One thing I learned was that basically no matter the music style, as long as their is good music playing people, myself included will dance like crazy. The problem with this, for me, is that when people dance they get sweaty and hot, which is completely understandable. What I don’t understand is why boys think its okay to get close enough to me so that I can feel their breath and their sweat on my skin. I like how the boys at my school feel comfortable to dance, but they should take note that if I’m not that attracted to you in real life, coming up to me all disgustingly sweaty, with your beard sweat getting all over me only hurts your chances. Aside from that, keep up the dancing boys, just keep your distance.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27869978</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27869978</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:10:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Shania You Don't Impress Me Much</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The other day I heard the song “That Don’t Impress Me Much” by Shania Twain. Not only did I remember how much I loved that song in like 7th grade but also I remembered how stupid the lyrics were. Especially this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt&lt;br/&gt;That don’t impress me much&lt;br/&gt;So you got the looks but have you got the touch&lt;br/&gt;Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright&lt;br/&gt;But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night&lt;br/&gt;That don’t impress me much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That don’t impress you Shania? What more do you want? I’m sure Brad’s got the touch and I’m also pretty sure he can keep you warm in the middle of the night. I’m also pretty sure any of the other guys you mention in the song can do that too, it’s not that hard.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27766585</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27766585</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 11:26:23 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Shocked then not Amazed </title><description>Yesterday, after a long hard day of working in the library I get back to my room and check my email. To my surprise I have 5 new emails, which makes me happy enough because I love getting emails. To add to my joy 3 of the emails say that I have a package waiting for me in the post office. 3 packages!! I haven’t gotten one present since I’ve been at school, now I have 3. I immediately get my coat and purse and I burst out the door and run to the post office, the whole time I can’t keep myself from smiling because I am just so excited. People even give me weird looks and I’m just like stop staring at me I got 3 packages waiting for me obviously I’m going to be excited. Finally I get to the post office and I hand in my student ID and say proudly “ I have 3 packages.” She takes my ID and starts looking for my presents. First she pulls out a huge box. Aaaahhh!! I seriously almost screamed, I was just so excited. I thought it had to be a late birthday gift. Then she starts searching for my other packages. It takes her a while but I’m so excited I don’t even care. She Finally finds two little boxes and I’m like good things come in small packages. She gives me all 3 packages and I look at them and they all say to Jesse Hurwitz. What?! Are you serious? I’m not Jesse. Not even one package was for me! So I give them back and the woman’s like “I am so sorry.” And I say “its fine” as I think to myself Thank you for the blog material!</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27636270</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27636270</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 15:30:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Step it up Google</title><description>I think one of the most annoying things is having the tune of a song stuck in your head but being unable to figure out the song, because there’s no way to google a tune.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27449679</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27449679</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 14:44:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Lattes and Train Rides: A Deadly Combination</title><description>The other day I was on the train going home. I bought a soy latte before boarding knowing very well and accepting the fact that I ran the risk of having to go to the bathroom on the train. I had one more stop until mine when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer, I really had to go. So I get up and walk towards the bathroom and this lady blocks me and is like “No you don’t want to go back there, it’s dirty, plus there are boys over here,” and she points to the boys sitting next to the bathroom. I was so annoyed. First of all I don’t care if there are boys close to the bathroom when I’m going. It’s not like there inside of the bathroom. Second of all I don’t expect a train bathroom to be clean at all. Let me judge for myself whether it is too dirty or not. You don’t know me lady, you have no idea what I’ve been through in my life. I’m a cross-country runner and there were disgusting port-o-potties at almost every single race, believe me I can handle a dirty bathroom. That being said, I’ve learned my lesson, no more soy lattes before a train ride.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27264293</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27264293</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 15:41:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Cat got your tongue</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I never understood the appeal with picture calendars of cats and or dogs. Both of my roommates have them and the more I look at them the weirder they seem. One of my roommate’s calendars has a picture of two kittens in a coffee mug and whenever I look at it I just imagine this crazy photographer being like “two kittens on a calendar have been done before we need something more, something to make this calendar unique, better than any kitten calendar we’ve ever done before.” Then maybe he took a sip of his coffee from his favorite coffee mug and was like “I’ve got it! Put the cats in the coffee mug.”  And then his co-worker friend will chuckle and be like “Oh well that’s enough to make a cat laugh!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(p.s. that phrase means extremely amusing. I googled cat phrases and a whole page of them showed up)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27158220</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27158220</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 10:34:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>We finally did it. Me and my bartender friend punk'd Ashton Kutcher! Read about it here.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/health/2008/02/21/hepatitis-a-crashes-ashton-kutchers-birthday-party/"&gt;We finally did it. Me and my bartender friend punk'd Ashton Kutcher! Read about it here.&lt;/a&gt;: We may have infected some other people but it was totally worth it.</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27015521</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/27015521</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 12:37:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My first Post!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know what to say, I’ve never had a blog before. I guess I’ll start my very first post by thanking my big brother Jake for helping me set up my tumblr. Thank you Jake now the world can hear all my thoughts. I know your all excited! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to start my blog the night of the lunar eclipse that way everyone will remember the night Eliza Hurwitz started her blog.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/26867682</link><guid>http://weezie.tumblr.com/post/26867682</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 22:32:25 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
