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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 01:00:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it&apos;s feels a little odd to write in my livejournal after so long. really nothing has changed, my life is pretty boring. i feel tired most of the time. extremely tired. tired beyond belief. i inherited a new/used bed from my mother&apos;s half brother&apos;s wife&apos;s mother who lived in Florida. there is a large stain on the mattress. perhaps she died on that bed, shudder. i woke up the other night hyperventilating, I was sure it was her ghost, coming to plaque me for sleeping on her extremely firm mattress. extremely firm to the point that I might be more comfortable curling up on the floor. maybe i&apos;m just out of whack because I don&apos;t have my favorite pillow. henry was playing on the bed and threw up on it. note to self, wash pillow ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;took two days off of work last week, henry had an ear infection, a cold, and then a rash. three trips to the doctor&apos;s office in four days. may or may not set up a tent in the yard behind the office, still debating. &lt;br /&gt;one of my teeth in the back chipped or something and it&apos;s sharp and rough. i constantly run my tongue over it and bite my tongue just to feel if it&apos;s still sharp. it&apos;s really annoying and not matter what I do I can not make myself stop biting my tongue or touching it. &lt;br /&gt;see, boring. &lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s 8:58, I feel like I should be sleeping. yes, I&apos;m going to crawl into my haunted bed now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 22:20:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it greatly disturbs me that those who would consider themselves educated can be so blatantly close-minded. that&apos;s right, i&apos;m talking about marriage and how some spout off about how marriage in your early 20&apos;s can only lead to divorce and etc, etc, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance! (i deeply apologize that some people have found someone whom they love at such a young tender age, and that others who search endlessly and without luck cannot. So I apologize for being happy and finding someone who makes me happy in return.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came from a family that was torn apart by an ugly divorce, and i vowed my whole life, which happens to only be 22 years that i would not let my children or family go through that ordeal. people get married when they feel they are ready to, when they know that it is what they want, when they are eternally happy and can not picture themselves with anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sickens me that those whom we once considered friends can say things about decisions that are so important to you so tactlessly, and publically. i think they are simply resentful. angry because they see that others around them are slightly happier than they are and they seek to hurt them to make themselves feel better about their single status. failed relationship after failed relationship is bound to make one a little bitter, but please don&apos;t fucking generalize and pass an extremely uneducated opinion upon others just to make yourself feel better for a few measly seconds.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 23:04:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i found a boys myspace page that i used to go around with but it didn&apos;t interest me. not that it should. he hasn&apos;t changed at all. i&apos;ve secluded myself from my friends and other people. i don&apos;t even want to go to my brothers graduation tomorrow. i don&apos;t really want to be a teacher either, i really can&apos;t handle high school girls. on my last day of observation there was a lock-down drill so i had to sit in a dark corner on the floor by a bunch of snotty high school girls. yes, exactly what i&apos;ve always wanted to do..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly sure what i want...well actually i wouldn&apos;t mind being a hermit and reading lots of books and driving around in a winnabego and watching movies and living with my boyfriend and rarely seeing other people. i&apos;m bored with the things that i do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 13:54:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the weather lately has been depressing me. i&apos;m really tired of rain and gray. i&apos;m depressed lately because i really have no friends left to speak of. and i&apos;m worried about a few of them. i&apos;ve decided that i&apos;m not really a people person. i will just live my life only knowing a few people extremely intimately. i will live in my smallish apartment and watch tv shows like weeds and desperate housewives and eat progresso soup and cheez-its for dinner. i will live a &quot;lack luster&quot; life but i won&apos;t mind it much. i&apos;ll enjoy it more than a life where i&apos;m obligated to squeeze my boobs into shirts that are entirely too tight and flaunt them in a crowded atmosphere filled with smoke and drunken men, all the while trying to force myself to guzzle vodka so i won&apos;t be bothered quite as much by my surroundings.  i will occasionally like popular songs on the radio and i will anticipate movies by mel gibson, because i like that sort of thing. i will read semi-decent books from the library and then as soon as i&apos;m done i will forget what i read. i will never learn to cook because i&apos;m too lazy. i will exist in a small way to a few people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, randy moved in with me. i live in the same house, but in an apartment on the bottom floor now that is much bigger, at least twice as big as the one upstairs. we&apos;ve lived here for a little over a week but it still doesn&apos;t feel like i really live here. we are also engaged, but i&apos;m not sure when the wedding will be, sometime in august or october, or maybe later, at this point i&apos;m not sure i want august or october, i need more time to prepare.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 16:49:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>randy gave me a promise ring for my birthday, which i was really suprised about and happy to receive. however, lately we&apos;ve been fighting a lot, my fault actually. i&apos;m insanly jealous of other girls, but he blatantly flirts with them and i&apos;m very insecure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i&apos;m watching this really crazy movie on FX, it&apos;s about vampires and orgies and it really reminds me of something Tiffany would enjoy watching. plus it&apos;s semi-gory so I know she&apos;d like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit it, but i&apos;ve finally given into the whole myspace shenanigan. i sort of wish that i hadn&apos;t though; i feel better when i&apos;m not connected to the rest of society.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 22:07:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Somehow Randy and I are still together. Last week we made a trip to Portage so that we could have dinner with my dad. This was also the first meeting. We met my dad at his office, and he gave us the tour of the Kalamazoo Parole/Probation offices, even pointing out the urine drop room, and finally making us exit through the waiting room to see &quot;what he deals with everyday&quot;. We went to Bennigans because Daryl told me long ago about the Monte Cristo sandwich which I really wanted to try. It was wonderful by the way. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been living on my own for about a month now. I had enough of my stepdad and decided that it was now or never. I haven&apos;t seen him in over a month and if I never see him again I wouldn&apos;t shed any tears. I like living on my own because of the freedom, and plus Randy can come over whenever he wants and stay the night if need be.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 18:22:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Tyed dyed Thom, that guy at the Union is really irritating. He talks too loudly and too much, constantly trying to sell his shit to everyone and to promote the movies at wells hall. i feel like telling him that not everyone who smokes pot wants a bob marley tee shirt and dreadlocks. &lt;br /&gt;i skipped my isp class yesterday because i was in a bad mood and plus i didn&apos;t feel like walking there. this weekend i have to read six chapters to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;i got my african history midterm back, 3.5, a lot better than i expected. i am satisfied with this grade because for one of the essays (worth 40 points) i just rambled on and on about the same thing. I think he&apos;s a pretty leniant grader. obviously, in my case.&lt;br /&gt;i had some coffee from beaners from yesterday that made me feel naucous. michigan cherry. in theory it sounds like a good idea, it smells like a good idea, and for awhile it tastes like a good idea but its really not.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 18:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>1. What is your favorite office supply? sharpies, i like to draw on myself and pretend to have a bunch of tattoos&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your underwear? green&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? tv&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? vegetable soup&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? no&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? gray or dark green&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? perfect.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? my mom&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? it wasn&apos;t sent, but yes i like the person that i stole this from.&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 21&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite drink? beer-labatt blue, pop-canada dry&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport to watch? food network&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever dyed your hair? yes&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? no, but i want a pair of glasses from SEE&lt;br /&gt;15. Pets? one dog&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? probably may&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food? green olives&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched? can&apos;t remember&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year? thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger? yell at daryl, but that doesn&apos;t happen to often&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite toy as a child? nintendo&lt;br /&gt;22. Fall or Spring? Fall&lt;br /&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;24. Cherry or Blueberry? cherry&lt;br /&gt;28. Living arrangements? co-op, then maybe parents house in the spring&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you cried? probably two or three weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;30. What is on the floor of your closet? a fridge, and some storage containers&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is the friend you have had the longest? tiffany&lt;br /&gt;32. What did you do yesterday? worked and then went to a party that i didn&apos;t enjoy that much, then went to rice kitchen where there was almost a fight and daryl was laughing insanely loud and pissed off the people who were busy getting in a fight&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you afraid of? everything.&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite pizza? green olives and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite Car? my parents old station wagon with wood paneling&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite dog breed? no&lt;br /&gt;38. Number of keys on your key ring? five&lt;br /&gt;39. How many years at your current job? rite aid&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite day of the week? thursday or wednesday&lt;br /&gt;41. Where have you lived? Hillsdale, East Lansing, Portage, Kalamazoo&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you pick your nose? no, not really&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you blame others for your flatulence? only if it smells&lt;br /&gt;44. Where&apos;s the coolest place you&apos;ve visited? i don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have a secret crush? yes, sort of, but not too much&lt;br /&gt;46. Who is your secret crush? right.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2005 19:14:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i got accepted to albion college, and they offered me a $10,000 scholarship per year for three years. but i&apos;m still waiting to hear from the other colleges. i found someone to take my spot in the co-op too which is a slight relief. &lt;br /&gt;tonight is fampo, at my house. i don&apos;t want to clean my room, that&apos;s what i should be doing now, but i&apos;m not. but i will because i know i have to. &lt;br /&gt;i have too much homework this weekend, i thought it would be a low key weekend, but i guess i was wrong. my dad wants me come and tailgate (eat food) with him tomorrow before the game, at 8:30am. i told him if i showed up i would be hungover and i probably wouldn&apos;t shower and i&apos;d just make a bad impression on everyone, he still wanted me to come regardless. &lt;br /&gt;my brother is going to be on quizbusters (for pittsford) on monday and i think they&apos;re taping it in the arts and communications building, but i have a class and can&apos;t go, i&apos;m kind of disapointed. but i might be able to go out to eat with my mom, dad, and ryan before my class and the taping. that will be strange. it will be the first time in 10 years since my parents, ryan, and i have all done something together since their divorce. they fight constantly, even now, so i don&apos;t know if it&apos;s going to be worth a free meal in a resturant with them. &lt;br /&gt;OH, and my phone works again. yay!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 00:28:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so my phone bill was due 10 days ago and i haven&apos;t paid it yet so they shut it off, after only 10 days! so now i don&apos;t have a phone, or won&apos;t for a few days. it&apos;s not like i used it a lot or anything or had any important phone calls to make or take, but i just liked having it at my disposal, randomly talking to people or messaging them when i wanted. so anyway that&apos;s the deal with that, i&apos;m not dead or anything, i&apos;ve just been de-activated. &lt;br /&gt;thursday daryl and i are supposed to go to the okemos mall so i can buy a pair of shoes for fampo. i don&apos;t like this thing about HAVING to dress up. plus it starts at 10 and i don&apos;t get out of work until like 10:15, but people aren&apos;t going to be there right at 10, only the people who live where fampo will be (my house). friday we are going to buy some really good brownies she found out about, but i think they&apos;re just from the brody cafeteria and i have a feeling we are just going to be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;also i finally had cable hooked up in my room and it was probably a bad idea. now i just watch food network and A&amp;E and during class i think about the next time i can watch food network and A&amp;E. for instance, now, i should be writing a paper, but what am i doing instead? besides obviously making this entry, i&apos;m watching emril live. oh and i love iron chef! that show is so great. &lt;br /&gt;angela - are you going to montie on saturday?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2005 06:37:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hm well it&apos;s been awhile since i&apos;ve updated. randy has since broken up with me again. fuck him, that&apos;s what i&apos;m thinking right now. i haven&apos;t talked to him in over a month and it&apos;s good for me, but tonight for some reason i messaged him and called him an &quot;ignorant slut bitch&quot; (classy, I know), but he&apos;s ignoring me, that&apos;s probably for the best though, as i&apos;ve consumed massive amounts of alcohol, but you&apos;d never know because i&apos;m taking my time typing. daryl, daryl, daryl, she scares me, i can&apos;t leave her alone for five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;i saw tara and carmen tonight, yay! it was good to see them, i invited them to the all co-op party next weekend, whatever, it&apos;s at my house, i&apos;ll let them in, right? anyway, i hope i can. jordan came to the party with us tonight, that was ok, but he left so early, but he hugged me and made me feel happy. i hope to be hearing from him soon (and all his curly hair, sigh sigh sigh times one hundred times).</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 13:56:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m bored. and all my friends are having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m starting to watch friends, all the seasons, every episode because i have no life and at the end of a day at walmart sometimes that&apos;s all i have the energy to do. plus i&apos;m pathetic.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2005 01:22:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the grades are in. 3 3.5&apos;s and a 3.0. fuck. i really expected a 4.0 in one of those classes. oh well. it&apos;s done now. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been soooo sick the past few days. i finally let my mom take me to the doctor this morning. my throat is so sore, i could barely swallow. let allow eat or drink. well anyway it&apos;s a middle ear infection and sinus&apos; or something leaked into my throat and that&apos;s why my throat hurts so bad. so i didn&apos;t work today, and i don&apos;t know if i can make it in tomorrow either. we&apos;ll see. probably not though. &lt;br /&gt;and plus i&apos;ve got extra things on my mind lately that i haven&apos;t had time to think about since september and october and i don&apos;t know where i am headed. probably down though, but first it&apos;ll be up, or at least i better be going up first.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 01:56:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>stolen from another journal, and i&apos;m bored and don&apos;t want to finish my research paper</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First job: babysitting for these majorly bratty creeps&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: youbetteryoubet&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: younger sister&lt;br /&gt;First pet: hamster, Tina El Guapo&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: ears, no tattoos&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: just a debit card and that doesn&apos;t work the same way as a credit card&lt;br /&gt;First love: not sure if this means like petty crush in middle school or elementary school because if it does then I would have to say this boy in my third grade class, Brian Craven. if it doesn&apos;t mean that, then my dad but not in that weird  fucked up freudian way, he&apos;s just someone i always respected and looked up to. &lt;br /&gt;First enemy: this one girl when i still lived in portage, i can&apos;t remember her name though&lt;br /&gt;First big trip: california and mexico in first grade&lt;br /&gt;First concert: the walkmen, maybe not, not sure.  &lt;br /&gt;First kiss: i&apos;d prefer not to release that information to like the five people who may read this. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette: Friday driving back to MSU from Hillsdale&lt;br /&gt;last good cry: really can&apos;t remember&lt;br /&gt;last movie seen: House of Wax...it was free, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;last book read: John Ransom&apos;s Andersonville Diary&lt;br /&gt;last curse word uttered: probably shit, that&apos;s the most common for me&lt;br /&gt;last beverage drank: water&lt;br /&gt;last food consumed: bbq chicken quesadilla from flatt&apos;s &lt;br /&gt;last phone call: my mom i think &lt;br /&gt;last tv show watched: Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;last shoes worn: checkered vans&lt;br /&gt;last cd played: dear catastrophe waitress, by belle and sebastian, it&apos;s so awesome&lt;br /&gt;last item bought: bbq chicken quesadilla from flatt&apos;s &lt;br /&gt;last downloaded: Elliot Smith, needle in the hay&lt;br /&gt;last disappointment: MAX&lt;br /&gt;last soda drank: diet vernors&lt;br /&gt;last thing handwritten: semi outline thing for my research paper&lt;br /&gt;last words spoken: &quot;ok, bye&quot; to tara as she left a few minutes ago, as soon as she leaves i don&apos;t study, i quit being productive. :( boo.&lt;br /&gt;last sleep: woke up at like 10:15&lt;br /&gt;last weird encounter: yea i don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;last ice cream eaten: honestly can&apos;t remember&lt;br /&gt;last time trippin on drugs: three weeks ago? can&apos;t remember&lt;br /&gt;last time scolded: probably like a week or two ago, my mom&apos;s always telling me to do shit&lt;br /&gt;last chair sat in: creaky dorm chair&lt;br /&gt;last time lipstick used: some bath and body works kind&lt;br /&gt;last shirt worn: the one i&apos;m wearing now, a volleyball shirt that i got from goodwill&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2005 05:05:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Last weekend I went to the party at Atlantis with Tara and had a really good time. But, I think I kind of made an ass of myself slurring my words and making people try the whiskey or rum or whatever it was Craig gave me. Wednesday I had lunch with Crystal and that was nice, it was good to see her again, hadn&apos;t seen her since October I think. Thursday saw a sneak preview of House of Wax. I&apos;ve concluded that creators of horror flicks should be psychologically examined and monitored the rest of their lives due to their extremely grotesque minds. Friday went to Mac&apos;s bar with Tara and her friend Jeff. We didn&apos;t end up seeing the band we went for, but it was ok, we got to see this freaky one man show called the Voodoo Organist. Today I took Tiffany to Aladdin&apos;s for an early dinner and the man there gave us some really good tea that tasted like black licorice AND it was free! Totally unexpected of him to bring it to us. He just came over, and said &quot;I thought you would like some tea&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;I think I might stay here until Saturday and work Friday night, my last night as a night receptionist! If I work Friday I can get an acception from the move out date AND as part of the incentive for working Friday night I can pick either a free movie pass from NCG cinemas or a Meijer gift certificate. PLUS, if I leave on Saturday I can get help from my mom and punkass brother with moving out because before she couldn&apos;t get Friday off to help me. &lt;br /&gt;I just have to make it through the next week without having a panic attack because I wait until the last minute to do everything school related. I think that I may procrastinate so badly because it adds a sense of impending doom to my life. =)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 04:30:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i really should be doing other things with my time...</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 04:19:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>today has had its ups and downs. yea. &lt;br /&gt;so i scheduled my classes, take that as a pro or con either way it doesn&apos;t matter. &lt;br /&gt;i bought the most amazing sub from jimmy john&apos;s, it gets better every time i go there.&lt;br /&gt;i got stood up.&lt;br /&gt;i called someone from the summer and patched things up. felt a little sad when the conversation was over though.&lt;br /&gt;watched family guy. and sex and the city. and ED. today in ED Carol and Ed finally slept together.&lt;br /&gt;i didn&apos;t drink any coffee today. or smoke any weed. not that i normally do, but it&apos;s just, you know it being 4/20 and all that...actually i just waited around and got stood up. so that was fun. and traumatic. &lt;br /&gt;i have some rum in my sock drawer and i&apos;m thinking of taking a few sips of it. but rum doesn&apos;t really agree with me so i don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i did this quiz angela had in her journal and i totally got a kick ass result. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/S/shanachie/1050033718_topmodboys.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;modbrits&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Mod. Yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Sixties%20Person%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;What kind of Sixties Person are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/lunatics/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/images/lunatics/n.jpg&quot; title=&quot;I&amp;#39;m Joshua Abraham Norton, the first and only Emperor of the United States of America!&quot; alt=&quot;I&amp;#39;m Joshua Abraham Norton, the first and only Emperor of the United States of America!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/lunatics/&quot;&gt;Which Historical Lunatic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rumandmonkey.com/&quot;&gt;From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today i picked out my room in mosier house! yay!!! well technically i had no choice, there was only one single left, but it has two windows, it&apos;s on the first floor, and now i don&apos;t have to use the huge unisex dorm like bathroom on the second floor!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2005 13:27:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Phone conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hi! Lauren!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, yea. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: This is Mark.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, hi. (Don’t have a clue who Mark is.)&lt;br /&gt;Mark: I can take your shift tonight if you still want to give it up. &lt;br /&gt;Me: YES! Thank you so much. (Continues to gush for another minute or so.)&lt;br /&gt;Mark: I don’t know the procedure for sending out emails about shift changes, will you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, sure, of course, ok. (Very agreeable to anything.)&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Ok, thanks, talk to you later. (Doubtful, he should have just said, bye.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, ok. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I’m in my euphoric state of bliss from not having to work, just sitting there thinking that now I have ample time to write my paper in the comfort of my room and contemplating going to seven eleven to get a slurpee, a the night receptionist who does the schedule IM’s me. He tells me that Mark already has a shift to cover that he forgot he took permanently, so I still have to work. Damn. And there you have it, a short tale of bliss and disappointment.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 03:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think I&apos;ve figured out my schedule for next year. I sign up for classes tomorrow at 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;Fall:&lt;br /&gt;TE 150- Reflections on Learning&lt;br /&gt;HST 360- African History to 1800&lt;br /&gt;SPN 102- Spanish&lt;br /&gt;ISP- Visions of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;HST 378- Native Americans in North America to 1830&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring:&lt;br /&gt;SPN 201- Spanish&lt;br /&gt;HST 392- History of the Holocaust&lt;br /&gt;HST 202- U.S. History to 1876&lt;br /&gt;TE 250- Human Diversity, Power, and Opprotunity in Social Institutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yea. Also, I&apos;m pretty much never graduating. I have so many credits and classes I have to take it&apos;s insane. I have so much crap to do right now but I can&apos;t even think about doing any of it right now, maybe in like five minutes I will.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 21:52:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>at 10am tomorrow guess who will be the newest member of the mosier house? yup, me. yay!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 17:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this week i&apos;ve worked saturday, sunday, monday, and tuesday nights. last night it was kind of busy, suprisingly for a tuesday. the highlight of the night wasa a broken sobe bottle in the vending machine. i watched Conan, or tried to, but people kept coming to the door so i would miss parts of it. why are people getting belligerently drunk on tuesdays anyway?  i wanted to post a sign on the door, &quot;drunkards, i&apos;m watching conan, come back at 1:30am. thanks.&quot; my second half shows up at around 3-3:15, at 3:35am he still wasn&apos;t there. i decided that his excuse for not being there would have to be that he was dead, because otherwise there could be no other excuse. he wasn&apos;t dead. i was mad. i went to bed late/early and now i&apos;m writing about it here like it&apos;s important or something rather than sleeping or doing some of the massive amounts of homework i have left. &lt;br /&gt;last night i went to this guest speaker thing at the auditorium. bob simon from 60 minutes was the speaker. it was interesting, but there were a lot of people who were talking and not paying attention and i wanted to harm them. i have to write a report about it, but i don&apos;t really feel like it. school bores me now. i&apos;m ready for it to be over.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 21:29:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i got the $25 ticket that i didn&apos;t want. sigh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 08:06:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>warning in advance. this is long, i applaud you if you make it through the whole thing.</title>
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  <description>yesterday i drank a little too much. and then my vodka was stolen by a random person i guess. but it&apos;s ok because when i couldn&apos;t find mine i drank tiffany&apos;s because she wasn&apos;t in the room. and then i had whiskey, but enough of that. i kissed tiffany&apos;s gothic friend from california several times. he was going to eat raw meat, he was weird. he ended up cooking it though. he bit my lip really hard and it still hurts. it&apos;s swollen and i feel like complaining about it. i think i&apos;m attracted to people who have problems. jon, that&apos;s his name, the gothic guy from california, said this, &quot;feast on the beast&quot;, when we were questioning why he wanted to eat steak. ok so that doesn&apos;t sound funny now, but really it was when he said it. &lt;br /&gt;i worked a first half in butterfield tonight (11:30-3:30), that&apos;s why i&apos;m still awake, and i watched like eight episodes of family guy with my supervisor and some of her friends, and this other night recep. who was off duty. and then he went to quality dairy and bought something to drink. what did he buy to drink you ask? you probably don&apos;t care, but he bought a half gallon of skim milk. he drank it all. i was a little distrubed by this. eh. oh well. and then when i left i was followed by this truck with spinners and it freaked me out so i was driving all crazy and i drove on the curb in front of phillips hall, and i turned into the parking lot across from it and the car followed me, so i was majorly creeped out and then i drove around the parking lot for like three minutes and then decided that fuck it, i&apos;ll risk getting a $25 ticket by parking behind my building. all in all it was a boring night, i was somewhat disappointed. there weren&apos;t even many drunkards. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really want to live in mosier house next year. i toured bower and it&apos;s just so far away from campus. if i lived there i would probably do these things 1. lose weight from having to walk like five miles to get to one class 2. skip all my classes because i decided they were too far to walk to 3. become vegetarian because the house is ...ok that&apos;s all that&apos;s the whole list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn my lip hurts. &lt;br /&gt;but it&apos;s ok my dad&apos;s taking me to denny&apos;s tomorrow for breakfast, no wait, today in like four and a half hours. yay! clogged arteries here i come!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 05:02:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 21:52:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i had to work this weekend and it wasn&apos;t too bad i suppose. saturday my mom told me if i couldn&apos;t get along with my stepdad i had to live somewhere else in the summer,and forever i guess. so that kind of sucked, but then because i swear she&apos;s bipolar she was like, &quot;no, nevermind, don&apos;t move out, i want you to stay here&quot;. then i locked my keys in my car at work. after i failed to break into it with a manager, a locksmith was called. i sat on the ground by my car for a half hour waiting for him. the old man said a few things that i thought were kind of amusing, while trying to get this pump thing in the door he said &quot;come on baby, get in there, come on baby&quot; and &quot;this thing is teasing me&quot; and &quot;if i could just make this thing go up&quot; and &quot;come on gene, you can get it up, stick it in there&quot;, and finally &quot;i better get the rabbit out&quot;. all in all he was a nice man and we talked about Lake Pleasant, where he lives, and wind gusts. &lt;br /&gt;i met this really nice guy, we went to meijer and i bought a cactus. and bic pens. i&apos;m bored now and tired and i don&apos;t want to read or work or do much of anything. yea and my back kind of hurts.</description>
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