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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 02:59:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I resolve to REALLY update tomorrow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 18:31:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>tap class makes me feel like a moron.&lt;br /&gt;acting class makes me feel like punching sara in the nose.&lt;br /&gt;ballet class makes me feel like a fat-ass.&lt;br /&gt;jamming class makes me feel like screaming.&lt;br /&gt;piano class makes me feel like breaking my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;singing class makes me feel like a looser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it spring break yet?</description>
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  <description>im at school waiting for my friend jason to finish something so we can go watch stupid birds for bio. this makes me agitated. not waiting for jason- having to go watch birds.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2006 03:47:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&apos;dem b*&amp;^$es is stealin&apos; my shit.</title>
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  <description>hmmm.  every day i have about three and a half minutes of thinking that i am a very bad actor.  After that, i usually get distracted and move on. i&apos;ve been watching these videos of the &quot;actors studio&quot; and i wonder if after they turned the camera off Ian McKellan said, &quot;that was shit. i am a bad actor.&quot;  But it was funny because he&apos;s brittish and everyone laughed and said, &quot;oh Ian. sit down before you hurt yourself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my roommates are stealing my toiletries. i had a can of hairspray. where is it? and my shampoo. where did it go? and my nail polish remover? i could not have used an entire bottle of nail pollish remover in one week, and yet it is missing. i hereby make a formal pleadge never to live with strangers again. &apos;dem b*&amp;^$es is stealin&apos; my shit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 16:35:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>list of thoughts to buy at the brain store</title>
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  <description>so i hadn&apos;t been in the pool for 3 days and my friend julia says as she smells my wrist, &quot;is that chlorine?!&quot;  and my face changes from digust to amazement as i say, &quot;yeah.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go to a show (rock band, not play) and didn&apos;t because i had no one to go with.  i knew this without asking john because i know that it&apos;s not his scene.  &lt;br /&gt;let me know, zoe, when you get that new cell, as i will try to call it.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i went to a party with all my highschool friends? October? too long ago.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 02:15:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>dude, i have totally not done this in a while. sometimes i feel like i am all journaled out, you know? i have to do all kinds of these things for school so that i don&apos;t become a basket-case, so i dont have much to say when it is all said and done. i&apos;ll try harder though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me about the movie &quot;brokeback mountain&quot;? i have to see it for school- i guess the acting is good or something. i heard it is sad. i think i hate it already.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 03:03:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hello out there! i am offically on winter breack...all seven weeks of it! and this week, i got all of my lazyness out and hope to accomplish somthing in the next month or so.  something i have not as of yet defined, but it will be spectacular! come to think of it, i am very inspried by adventurous bunny&apos;s roller skates...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2005 20:24:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this is my blogg and i can do whatever i want.</title>
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  <description>i really love that moment right as the sun comes out from behind a clowd. it is like breathing in fresh air. i like the &quot;whooosh&quot;ing sound that drying leaves make when the wind blows through the trees. i am in the mood to like autumn today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to go see the new wallace and grommit movie. i am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to start swimming on a regualar basis again. i&apos;ve been guarding the swim team at the rec for 10-15 hours a week and it looks like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had french toast this morning- i made it myself and it was delicious.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 14:47:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so everything is just crusin&apos; along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so john&apos;s sister has a baby and he is so cute! when i think about having children i get a funny feeling in my gut- like having to vomit, but it is sweet? weird. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick wrote me an email about a mile long about how he was &quot;feeling nostalgic&quot;? very weird. i wrote him back and basically said, &quot;that&apos;s nice.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more weeks of school and then winter break!!! whoohooo!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2005 21:04:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i like having fun with my friends! the wekkend was very spectacular and will be repeated as often as possible. i promise to resist the urge to clean brian and ethan&apos;s house. i expect you cyber-friends to hold me to that.</description>
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  <description>&quot;waiter. there is too much pepper on my papricash... but i would be proud to partake of your pe-can pie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so funny. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;school is so busy. it&apos;s all like, achidemic and stuff. what ever happened to &quot;aaahhhct-innnng&quot;? on the plus side, horray for no parents and no church. also, i like fish. im going to go eat some. but not just any fish; canadian fish. mmmmmmm.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 02:57:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>note to self. never write after 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that is it then.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2005 20:30:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>man, that last entry is so old i dont even want to talk about it.  anyway, there is this drama with my schedule for classes this semester and it is really getting me down. it also looks like i am going to have much more book homework than last year...silly school. other than that, gonna try to update a bit more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 19:38:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>what a beautiful day it is. I am so happy for this wonderful day-especialy because the head cold i once had is now gone.  i really do like to breathe through my nose, definatly one of the finer points of living i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now the second week of the quarter for me and i kinda feel a little stuck. all my classes are exactly the some except for tap. speaking of which i have not done since 2nd grade and have now discovered that i am only slightly better at it now than i was then. meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would also like to announce that i have finally joined the ranks of my generation and purchaced a cell phone. if i havent called you yet i will soon and that is a promise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was fun, i should come here more often.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 23:58:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a monologue</title>
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  <description>Scene: teresa is addressing her loved ones from a podium in an auditorium. spotlight on podium, rest of the stage is dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter teresa. walks to podium, adjusts microphone. clears throat.&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;um. hi. why has it been so long?  i know i promised to stay in touch but isnt that what everybody said that they would do on yearbooks and never did. i mostly just wish that i had the time to think about how i havent spoken to you but the problem is that i dont. so i forget. i wish school wasnt so long. i was just feeling that way today. i was like, why is it only wednesday and how many more hours do i have to be here? what happens to me if i just dont go to my next class? i think that is my problem. always thinking about what will happen to me, not about what i could be doing instead of class. and work. stupid work. i spend so much fucking time there and nothing ever comes of it. i am not going to get the headlifeguard position- there are too many other qulified people- what the fuck am i doing there. i have tried in the past to fix this problem of doing things i have to and not what i want to by eliminating things like sleeping and eating and that didnt work out so well. i want to go on an adventure. i am so whiney. and i do lots of stuff but none of it is interesting. i want to go places but then school happens and work happens and i fucking stew in my juices about being such a whiney brat. i have begun to curse more. i have not yet decided if it is good or bad. i want a new cd player for my van. evie made me a cd that i want to listen to while driving and my player wont play it. i want to be with friends and not just classmates becuase its all work and no play at this point and i need some play damn it!  so i guess the long and the short of it is, i love you even though i may not say it and it isn&apos;t and is my fault that i dont ever tell you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a period of silence, teresa leaves from the same direction she came. there is no applause and the light stays on podium. END SCENE.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2005 21:16:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>thank you cosmos, for listening.</title>
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  <description>it is days like today that make me seriously doubt that i am ever good at anything. it was just one of those days when every terrible thought i have ever had leaked into my conciousness and polluted my normally even tempered self. i had an awlful experience in what is called &quot;rep&quot; class where you get up and sing infront of your peers and your teachers. i was not prepared. i dont know what i was expecting, i did only get the song last thursday ( that equals one lesson) and had never heard the accompanyment before and was scared to death of (1) my own voice teacher not being there because she knows how hard i work and how much i have improved and (2) my new acting teacher who is so into this thing she calls &apos;theatre&apos; that she makes me feel like everything i do is fake. but i thought it was awlful. i am gratfull however that there are a few people who tried to tell me that it wasnt as bad as i think it was, but i know it wasn&apos;t as good as i think i should be able to do. while i am whining, i would like to add that i hate that my room is a mess, i have laundry pouring out of my basket, i am getting my gall bladder removed on friday, i am hungry and cannot eat hardly anything because i cant digest it, i am tired but have to work, and have more homework for this stupid WSI certification than i can possibly imagine because everytime i think i am close to being done it only seems to get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you cosmos, for listening, and i appologize for the run-on sentences.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2005 23:49:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel a bit like my life is like a pair of jeans. if i wear it long enough it is comfortable and fits in all the right places. but then something happens, like it gets pushed in a washing machine and is all tossled around. And sometimes the water is too hot, or it stays in the dryer too long and when i put it on it doesnt feel quite right. it is stiff and has a new vibe about it that wasnt there before. But, somehow i can always get used to it again, bend it to my liking so it is snug and loose all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves exended metaphores? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 20:42:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the other day i was driving in the fog while the snow was still on the grownd and i felt as if i was in Narnia. i liked that book, the lion the witch and the wardrobe. quality literature. i got some new calendars, the kind that say 2005. i dont know if i beleive them. i feel like i got stuck a bit in 2004, so i might have to sort of jump into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: go to ethan&apos;s appartment more. hell, go anywhere more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is offical now. the gall bladder comes out on the 13th. i almost wish i could have a sweet scar from it, but that isnt how they do anymore. it&apos;s all lazer and tiny poke-y holes. oh well. i dont know about anyone else, but even though the whole thing is not a big deal and blah blah blah, i still think it is creepy to have a body part removed. just cause it belongs inside and then it is outside and gone and i think it is weird. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i resolved to floss more. but i resolve that every year. maybe this year i will make it through march.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2004 15:40:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel like i have been missing for a while. the only sad part is i live a pretty miserable existance - sleep, wait for work, work, sleep- so i dont have any adventures to talk about. perhaps i will find a way not to work everyday so that i can have some friends. there is friday. i dont work on friday. i did that on purpose so that i could go to a show right here in rivercity of queen mob and cats and dragons. so i will do that. and you should too, because i want to see your face- you who is reading this. it is taking place underneath the student union here at wright state. there will be dancing and there will be fun because i said so.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2004 16:03:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it is a little strange how the weather can effect a person. right now it is grey and misty and the air looks heavy. it makes me feel grey and misty and my whole body sort of heavy. i need some sunshine because i feel cloudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey so i had another test on the ol&apos; gall bladder. i had to lie under a camera thing for 2 hours and my tech lady kept turning on the lights to wake me up. so they injected me with some sort of radio active chemical and watched my gall bladder glow while the chemical decayed. then they put in this stuff that made the gall bladder squeeze and they watched it empty. it wasnt scary like i thought it would be, other than it took 4 hours to get there, check in, wait on the table, clean up, check out, and go home. and i was very hungry. they said it would take 3 days to get the results, but i know it will take a week cause hospitals and super slow and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had a big freak-out in a while. i can feel the impending doom- it is due anytime now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 16:45:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it is very strange how i can almost miss someone more when they are there than when they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english, i went to miami this weekend and saw some of my friend from that era. i miss them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become such a moody writer- i write only when i want to and not when i dont. and i sort of want to. but not really.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 15:23:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mmm. chinese food.</title>
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  <description>i never seem to think that i really have anything of remote interest to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my excuse and i am sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets see. chinese food is wonderful. i had chinese with suzy on wednesday, and that was very nice. both the chinese and being with suzy. we watched a beautiful western with the beautiful clint eastwood- he had a sweet scar from a lynching and he was super tough. i approved. yesterday i had told my roommate about china wok and she decided that she HAD to go. feeling that two days of chinese buffet would probably distroy the lining of my esophogus and cause my gall bladder to give up the ghost, i ellected not to go. but, i did give her money to buy me an order of crab rangoon. mostly because i am weak, i ate all of them for lunch. then i said goodbye to my esophogus for about 3 hours. but that my friends, is not all. my mother called. she certainly had a lot to say. 98% of the converstation consisted of the guilt trip about how i am &quot;oh so close, and yet so far&quot; and how i never come around and how beth is a mopey, attitude ridden mess because her wonderful sister isnt there to set a good example and would you please come home and be loney and bored but home. so i didnt have a chance to call suzy before getting caught in traffic and being late for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight i am going to a BB King concert. im not terribly excited, but i will have fun anyway. then work tommorrow, and then driving as fast as i can to miami to go to the choir concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. still nothing really very interesting.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 17:16:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am beginning to hate work again. not because it is hard or &quot;work&quot; persay- just because it takes up so much of my time. i dont really know what it is i would rather be doing but i feel like i am missing so much and it is all my job&apos;s fault...somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like that there are radio stations that already play christmas music. i like christmas music, but it is just too damn early. i would like to not get sick of christmas before it actually gets close, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing in my refridgerator. i looked.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2004 20:18:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>such a sissy girl.</title>
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  <description>i am such a wuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy, nick edwards, keeps trying to get me to go out with him and i just dont have the heart to tell him that i would never in a million years date him. i cant say what it is exactly that annoys me about him, but it just freaks me out to think about dating him. everything he says just pushes all of my buttons and i can never tell if he is sincere when he says things like, &quot;i always wanted to date you but never got there in time..&quot; and stuff like that. i cant tell what it is he wants when he says things like that. and he told me about this stupid internet thing that he does where girls call him from a dating service and he pretends to be from new zealand. i mean, honestly, what is that about? he IMs me about getting together or seeing a movie and i just dont want to. so i tell him i am busy or have plans or whatever. i cant even bring myself to tell him that i am seeing someone else. he talked to me not so long ago and he just left in the middle of the conversation. i kept askng him if he was ok and where did he go, but he just left. i dont want to hurt his feelings because we are friends but i am just not interested in him period. period.</description>
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