<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 Sep 2024 14:53:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Life on Wayne</title><description></description><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-3562100723295048674</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T13:10:03.343-07:00</atom:updated><title>Istanbuldayim!</title><atom:summary type="text">I arrived in Istanbul, safe and sound, despite what I imagined and even after I made out a mental will. I&#39;m sorry Iberia Airlines, but I will never fly with you again. It was like the third world of airplanes. We didn&#39;t have our own tv. We had to pay for booze. Pay. Money. And we didn&#39;t have our own tv! Come on. I must say, however, that it was mildly flattering the way you all assumed I was </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/07/istanbuldayim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivY5mgNIMyufEWzmnmI-2RMlVx-dUnmC9jtDbsJMm8eaP856KZIM4yrkO_W4tu5qUADtMiICM0qBIiA-4Ma3bgGF6wjDP4dejRGxQnAJr3cElX2p4442ucWREZguitOAVR1g9IweXUnqkq/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-7704408287541766992</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T07:49:43.928-07:00</atom:updated><title>The French Lose Again.</title><atom:summary type="text">I was doing my morning news reading rounds when I fell upon this article.  It talks about a study that Expedia did, interviewing hotels from all over to see who were the best/worst tourists. It&#39;s no surprise the French came out in last place. They are &quot;rude&quot; even in their own country. But there were a few things that I thought were interesting/funny:1) The Japanese. Of course they were number one</atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/07/french-lose-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidww-M4uDo1z0VqfMEU56m_SXdvWrAMknqMMsr25ck1ehT-fpmAv4cJ1xdM2SekcUGDUmn6kIV8bkkVrZPeeU_YJztfYybQ2tNBs9x-ZoJ6fVV2ex9yBtCdc41GfI9F1v_IriWJKhyimUl/s72-c/eiffel_tower_at_night.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-7422309823077541823</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T07:17:47.511-07:00</atom:updated><title>Airbus? More like Ocean Floor Bus.</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ll just take a moment to say hello again! It&#39;s been a long time, I know. I have been extremely busy this summer laying out, playing Wii, seeing friends...I apologize for the agony I have caused you as you wait for my next blog. I thought about writing something funny, but no. There is something I must share with you (and it&#39;s serious.) What&#39;s up with Airbus? Huh? I&#39;m supposed to fly in two </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/06/airbus-more-like-ocean-floor-bus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-3796105295811781190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T07:11:11.840-07:00</atom:updated><title>Taco Puffs!</title><atom:summary type="text">I recently bought my first cookbook. Not really thinking I would ever open it&#39;s pages, I am surprised that it has become something that Kyle and I like doing together (cooking, I mean, not just opening it&#39;s pages.) So, last night we made Taco Puffs, and a salad that I didn&#39;t like, but Kyle loved. I&#39;ll share the Taco Puffs recipe because it&#39;s fun and fattening and, well, salads are boring.So, all </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/05/taco-puffs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcCheoPK-hXxQYc2g5Ajjtg0gn4LzWvPflE0S7h8LNjGrlExAf5gEvcXqpJNL5UZeplyToag54c4XNBK3qhAFXkR6P2rztQ5RU9IfA2o-E6gfp-iu_1Lj8BdETmzPgpSljp4QZvEznqtO/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-4055189145433130893</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 23:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T16:42:53.356-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Invisible Wall</title><atom:summary type="text">I love memoirs. I love them so much, I usually don&#39;t care what they are about. I&#39;ll read them anyway. I have recently finished The Invisible Wall by Harry Bernstein. Harry, or &#39;arry, writes about his childhood in Lancashire, England before and shortly after WWI. There is an &quot;invisible wall&quot; that exists on his street, separating him and the other Jewish families from the Christians. It&#39;s a bit of </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/05/invisible-wall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJQJ1yXmjHS95-x59rZ3m9RlrI3CJt3mNOr5gyOLCwRaJ6Vf60XQETpMnTAULwQ1Asb5HGx9AwsVpicx3KLvRWLMuaqkaIG_DBqFWoJhusYXjABz4CM9TOFDwFmIVLFlMn-7bzXXUOn-z/s72-c/%7BB455831F-42A4-4652-95BE-60FEA7E48053%7DImg100.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-8886371520432826700</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 23:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T16:29:54.983-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Graduated College, Now What?</title><atom:summary type="text">Let me start off by saying that I haven&#39;t blogged in a while because, well, I was busy graduating from college. I also had to deal with some slight depression-like feelings of being old. What am I supposed to do with my life now? Why can&#39;t I come up with an answer to the common interview question, &quot;where do you see yourself in five years?&quot; Will I be married? Will I be living in D.C.? Will I be </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-graduated-college-now-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavQO6XeANpTqNWPIFPF2HOZFsFJzQ2ykxqxeDSW5RBXQA3vrKhs0IL4v9RnKOOoe4fHFBYsAsKI9Mvsjy-TAwxZJVsih6czB9h7oZ6xXoDWY6CpdJU9IPY1K753G7O8Pn0W6bY6HO32Ld/s72-c/Yasemin+and+Daughter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-2554234533890528488</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T14:08:21.852-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coupon Queen</title><atom:summary type="text">I like to save money. I enjoy getting the Sunday paper and sifting through coupons. But that is about the extent of my search for ways to spend less at the grocery store. This lady, however, is a coupon master. She should be. It took her 37 years to become a pro, according to this CNN video report. Grocery shopping with her would be like a love/hate relationship. Actually, grocery shopping with </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/coupon-queen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-8244708785033719665</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T08:05:53.241-07:00</atom:updated><title>Who Would&#39;ve Thought?</title><atom:summary type="text">I have recently discovered something. I am graduating in two weeks, and I don&#39;t have a job. Don&#39;t judge me, Mr. I-Have-A-Law-Degree-And-Am-Now-Working-At-Trusty-Bill&#39;s-Used-Car-Lot. I have spent countless hours sifting through jobs that I am either overqualified for (smile for the camera little baby! No photography experience required!) or waayy underqualified for (Senior Executive Director for </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-wouldve-thought.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-435743260122378742</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T09:50:36.832-07:00</atom:updated><title>State of Play</title><atom:summary type="text">I have to admit that I was slightly upset that State of Play didn&#39;t get better reviews. Now, I wasn&#39;t expecting it to hit number one in the box office. I was even surprised it got to number two (actually, there was nothing else good that came out). But to see that it fell to 17 Again?! Come on. I know this country is in need of some laughs (assuming the audience was laughing AT the movie, and not</atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-of-play.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-2296113816508680739</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T06:01:47.498-07:00</atom:updated><title>2014 Anyone?</title><atom:summary type="text">I have a top five list of countries that I want to go to (in no specific order). Don&#39;t we all? If you don&#39;t, I can share my list with you. (I&#39;m feeling very generous today.)1) Czech Republic - More specifically, Prague. 2) Spain - More specifically, Spain. 3) Switzerland - Who doesn&#39;t want to go to to Switzerland? 4) Holland - No, I&#39;m not one of those </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/2014-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7yKI2j0XqPdl6uv6kwOHG0tvHctaeCFkatMONk2AY-5GnbIzcJubcFC2_bHJakqenjXKKqBe4qk37uIHV90N7uLQl0VV9pcvMCA-maqhLuNInV17IFYEcv176mwXcGyNV9eFBxhb3yI-/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-7215056187784782085</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T10:51:51.200-07:00</atom:updated><title>Any Suggestions?</title><atom:summary type="text">Today is a very rainy Monday, and I decided that I would dub today a productive one. But it&#39;s not going so well. I can&#39;t concentrate on writing my 15 page essay about my life in Istanbul compared to my life in Muncie because I&#39;m not feeling very creative. I can&#39;t work on my 15 page paper about diversity on campus because my interest on the topic has dwindled to nothing. I can&#39;t read essays from a</atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/any-suggestions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-2239303115482316376</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T12:35:46.471-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Best Part Is...</title><atom:summary type="text">There were a number of topics I wanted to write about today, but there was one story I read that caught my attention the most. Sure, a Turkish anchorman painted his face black while reporting on Obama. Of course, the pirates of Somalia are at it again. Naturally, Iran is accusing a journalist of spying. But Hugh Jackman&#39;s heartbreak* over the leak of his new movie, X-Men Origins?! What is the </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-part-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-6934031166104612380</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T11:14:20.366-07:00</atom:updated><title>I See You, May 9th!</title><atom:summary type="text">At this moment, in exactly five weeks, I will have taken my last final. Literally. Last. Final. EVER. I took a look at my calender widget today (F12 for you Mac users, you) and I saw it! May 8th! And I could even see the next day, which is even better, May 9th! The big day where I will have officially grown out of classrooms and textbooks. I will wrap my gown around me, place my cap securely on </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-you-may-9th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-4172653950468291496</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T06:15:06.969-07:00</atom:updated><title>Science advisor says Earth is overpopulated</title><atom:summary type="text">I wanted to talk about April Fool&#39;s Day, but I chose this instead:The BBC had an interview with Nina Fedoroff, science advisor to Hilary Clinton. In the article Fedoroff explains that Earth&#39;s population, which is at about 6.5 billion, is increasing too rapidly for the planet to handle. The BBC reported that China&#39;s population sits at 1.33 billion, while the USA is at about 306 million!! (But it&#39;s</atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/04/science-advisor-says-earth-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-2934482608830871606</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T09:08:49.138-07:00</atom:updated><title>That Time of the Month</title><atom:summary type="text">As you may very well know, today is March 31st. The last day of the month. The last day of the month means, for us renters, that we owe money (a lot of money) to a certain landlord. But why? That is the question I want to ask all landlords across the nation. Why should we pay rent? The entire cast of &quot;Rent&quot;, with the exception of Taye Diggs, spent an entire 135 minutes singing about how they </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-time-of-month.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyJwIpdM8BYo43CL2DatiriN5Fe_XKGeqMTg1ayi5j3JzjFI0XSSrTVnJK8KXIqDedG3XewgecZj8ijrSZjDdOwJy7p1-dmCIUj0XqQY3GS10gwoRD4ZYvX9syMlYgLQHvDNRy5Szww9r/s72-c/rent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-4969870808293262995</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T16:21:53.499-07:00</atom:updated><title>Slap That On Your Fridge</title><atom:summary type="text">This passed semester has not been a productive one. I believe the word I am looking for here is &quot;senioritis&quot;. Man, do I have it big time. I am aware that should I fail even one class, there will be no graduation for me, but it doesn&#39;t seem to provoke me to do anything about it. My poor political science class got the boot from my attention a while ago. The last time our entire class met, we were </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/slap-that-on-your-fridge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-2322132555550032227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T12:45:12.329-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh, hey there!</title><atom:summary type="text">Where have I been? I don&#39;t know. I know you have been agonizing over what my next blog will be, and waiting impatiently for it to arrive. Well, I have nothing really. Now, if you are thinking &quot;Ok, Irem. 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The funny thing about road rage is that the things that piss us off the most tend to be things we do ourselves. Ohhh, I know. It&#39;s OK when you are doing it, right? Wrong. Let me explain. As I was cruising at a consistent speed of 82mph (Sorry, Mom. I know it&#39;s too fast. I was driving safely, I promise) today down I-65, I saw a sign that said &quot;</atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-rage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-8679538539712624295</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T08:53:10.719-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fear</title><atom:summary type="text">I gave up an opportunity to introduce Laurie Lindeen (see two blogs below) because of my glossophobia, or fear of speaking in public. I started to think of other fears that have ruined my life. Achluophobia, fear of darkness. Whenever I am in the dark, alone, I suddenly don&#39;t feel alone anymore. There have been numerous occasions where I would run from my car to my mother&#39;s house at night because</atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYPRih2Ls68Ofs3rUk_V2KLB20I4B1b0h6k2qngmNz7obZUc1ChkF4qcFq5jJF_bDPEtMn1VXVZp6o0JuYM0ceJ85BHBZJWPz7jt6QOCB-RC0EGa93L2_trPRKGtj3Nl4FJxJcDeyMiPC/s72-c/phobia.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-9061399836240730777</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T13:26:17.361-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Botanical Garden of Washington D.C.</title><atom:summary type="text">I woke up this morning, and thought &quot;I don&#39;t have to work. I don&#39;t have class. What should I do?&quot;Don&#39;t give me that look. I don&#39;t do my homework until right before bed. I began to contemplate what I should write about today. My WWIII theory? (Oh yes, she&#39;s comin&#39;) How badly I want to write a memoir? (That would just be procrastinating actually writing the memoir) So, I&#39;ll just put up a few </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/botanical-garden-of-washington-dc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMjhRco2AEk0Dbwra7oHJgquq4BXEF-om11PBuAmAxllozSDWF3EukBuf0n8NoX2Do_CauKGW3wOUdYjqHdeJaKBJu7t3DAzuYCZaFhCU2JwTZcr_iyfqoP-95A59SkFrzqd4aI0HIFDU/s72-c/IMG_9930x.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-251380193032620202</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T12:47:09.532-07:00</atom:updated><title>Writing Provocation/Book Review-ish</title><atom:summary type="text">Lately I get these weird feelings inside me whenever I read, whether it&#39;s The Black Book by Orhan Pamuk (which I&#39;m reading now) or Conservative Reformers: The Republican Freshman and the Lessons of the 104th Congress (which I&#39;m reading now...as well.) The feeling I get, is that I suddenly feel prompted to put down the book, and write, which is basically what I&#39;m doing now after reading a bit of </atom:summary><link>http://lifeonwayne.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-provocationbook-review-ish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Irem)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYSCVXKMaXMtz7wy3GoeDOzn8mAqNPJ8HaQDtFTsQxJnfZCx4tnNYfZDF6CqmAx7X0rJk5A9IUiBANjdNhrNZPJXa-QO-zUFpWa5zDF44_RTT207TPCugUOCv3EKq3eOVNUgzRE-8m4sR/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299508419198546267.post-3192914400254891347</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T21:43:58.066-07:00</atom:updated><title>Birthdays</title><atom:summary type="text">So, I&#39;m 23 now. Have been since Friday. 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