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  <title>Into the Abyss</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:27:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I just returned from Playa Del Fuego, the regional burning man event. It was so rejuvinating and such a wonderful experience, I don&apos;t even know how to begin. My life just rocks right now. More coherent postings later perhaps. A quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fire dancers&lt;br /&gt;-fire hoolah hoopers&lt;br /&gt;-underwear pillow fights&lt;br /&gt;-slip and slide&lt;br /&gt;-costumes&lt;br /&gt;-glow in the dark/black lights everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-showering with friends&lt;br /&gt;-free clothes&lt;br /&gt;-dancing&lt;br /&gt;-spankings&lt;br /&gt;-music&lt;br /&gt;-big bonfire of a horse&lt;br /&gt;-naps&lt;br /&gt;-awesome people everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-theme camps&lt;br /&gt;-did I mention the workshops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AMAZINGNESS*</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:39:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Trouble better not come in threes</title>
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  <description>I think I won the award for worst day on Monday. My grandfather died and my boyfriend wound up in the emergency room. He just got out today. I am exhausted. Please be nice to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 14:59:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! and other issues</title>
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  <description>Eh, mmm, finals, painting, work, moving new apartment?, ah, tired, painting, work, more work, interview, job?, painting, tired, .... GRADUATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my life this week, not counting graduation. That is next Sunday! Yay! However my last final is tonight. No more school? What will I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hannah, this is your fault. You are making me blog. I blame you entirely.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:20:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My munching</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t ever mean to eat my room mate&apos;s food. I just forget who bought what. You&apos;d think this would be an easy task, especially seeing as our food is divided into two parts, my third, then the two thirds for the other two of them. But sometimes food migrates from one side to the other. And the stuff on the door never stays in its designated area. In fact, I don&apos;t think it has a designated area! Anyways, it is problems like this that leave me drinking up the chocolate milk, pouring glass after glass and (mostly) positive that I bought it with my hard earned money. Then they yell at me. ::sigh:: Almost done, just two more weeks! Yay! Then I can worry about eating all Dan&apos;s food, except he won&apos;t care, he will just buy more. Double yay!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 17:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Going Into the Home Stretch</title>
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  <description>I am done school on May second. Done as in done done. Like Bachelor&apos;s degree all out of the way. What is the problem? you say. It is only March! Haha! This is where university seeks to squish you, they have until that day to turn your brain and nerves to mush with stressful unknowns and odd dates like &apos;buying a cap and gown&apos; and &apos;exit interviews&apos; and &apos;tickets&apos;. Tickets for what? They dont say! But you best pick them up between April 14-17th! Plus my 10 page religion paper on a topic which I genius-ly chose (adultery, you&apos;d think it would be teeming with information! You&apos;d be wrong.) which has zero sources and I am now not allowed to change my topic because it is too close to due. (I am a bit hostile here but I think you can tell that.) So sorry if I didnt call you back, reneged on plans, or plain old just didnt show up. I am probably hiding on the top bunk in my room, shaking and twitching and trying to figure out if I can use two different translations of the Qur&apos;an as two different sources. Wish me luck everybody.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:29:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Chug chug chug</title>
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  <description>Working working working hard! Almost done! I will inspire myself to finish all my homework. Come on! Up and at &apos;em! Oy vey, I am so happy I am almost done this hamster wheel.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:50:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>And So, It Starts Again</title>
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  <description>Its been awhile. Much has happened. Most of the time it does that. Point of the long story I am not going to retell is that I am home, at my apartment, alone, and bored out of my mind. Its amazing how little the brain can do when it doesn&apos;t want to do anything. I suppose I may go to bed...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 05:07:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dan wuz heere</title>
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  <description>Yay for returning from California, the state of utterly abominable rain and hurricanes. Now I am safe and warm and home. School resumes in a week...I think. Obviously I am keeping on top of my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all for now I suppose.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 01:26:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Photos</title>
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  <description>I got picture frames for Christmas! This has officially become one of the best Christmases ever!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:47:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>You wouldnt believe me even if I told you</title>
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  <description>Finals: Stress! Drama! And... a Job? Tune in next week for the sequel: Break: Madness, Mayhem, and the Continuing Quest for a Place to Stay.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 16:15:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>That I fear is the end of that</title>
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  <description>I believe I just broke up with my boyfriend. Please call and comfort me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 22:46:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Finally Folks!</title>
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  <description>Did my homework, watched the rest of my tv show, did well at work, ate a nice dinner, am returning to work shortly [hopefully to make more money], and when I&apos;m done, my boyfriend will be at my apartment. Finally, things are going my way!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 16:10:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I Hope Jen Is Just Sleeping Because After All She Drank She Could Be Dead</title>
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  <description>Went to a party last night with my good friend Jen. We had fun. Am now very cold. Brr. However, cat costume was a success! Am still hating sunlight, unfortunately, I have work soon. Meh to all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:37:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rush Hour! Only Not...</title>
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  <description>I heard a girl on this subway yesterday who sounded exactly like Chris Tucker. Only I doubt Chris Tucker would be yelling about sales at Macy&apos;s. On the other hand...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 20:43:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shirtless denzins take over the rooftops everywhere</title>
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  <description>I am sitting in my boyfriend&apos;s room, pirating the internet from somewhere around here. The boy is at work so I have been left to amuse myself. Outside there are shirtless boys who are fixing the roof across the way. They are all sweaty and toned and *shudder* fixing things. I can see them though the kitchen window. It has been a good afternoon. That&apos;s all I have to say about that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 20:33:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One Ring To Rule Them All</title>
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  <description>Life is mostly the same here. Bought the boyfriend a tattoo for his birthday. It wound up being two tattoos actually. He is now the proud owner of Lord of the Rings tattooage. He&apos;s got the one ring inscription around his wrists, in the original Mordorian/Mordorish (or whatever the technical name is. Boy would know.) I am happy that he is happy. He is happy but trying not to tear his wrists off. Apparently wrist tattoos hurt like a bitch. Hehehe. He will now proclaim his dorkage to the world for forever more. I am so proud.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 20:49:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>House New Season</title>
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  <description>Did my best to get House taped. Did not work. Am now trolling the internet looking for a working pirated version. Help?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 02:28:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Alien Blaster</title>
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  <description>You know that feeling where you are just going along life&apos;s path, moseying about, sometimes getting mud on your shoes but mostly sniffing daisies and cloud watching, when suddenly, WHAM! the cute country side isn&apos;t even ablaze, hostile aliens blow the whole thing up. I hate that feeling. That feeling happens to me far too often. The countryside keeps getting wiped out and I am tired of dealing with. You know what, I need an alien blaster.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 16:07:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yom Kippur and Happiness</title>
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  <description>Things are going well in Aurora-land. I had a date two nights ago that involved buying (and consuming) 9 different (non-alcoholic) drinks ranging from birch beer to cranberry something something to white raspberry green tea, and spreading the bounty on the floor like a picnic while watching Mulan. Life is most excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are celebrating, happy holiday! (I am breaking fast with whitefish, cream cheese, and onions on an egg bagel. What will break YOUR fast?)</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 01:06:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Me and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood</title>
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  <description>So I walked out of my Forensic Psychology class around 8:30 (we got out early on account of the professor not giving us a break) and there is a helicopter circling with a spotlight nearby. I&apos;ve been exhausted all day and all of my thoughts are focused on three things: dinner, shower, and bed. One of my classmates comments on the closeness of the &apos;copter and I nod a hazy agreement. I nab the shuttle and try not to nod off on the two second ride. I get out, thanking the driver blearily. The helicopter is right in front of me. Well, right above me. Circling and wheeling over my building. Under closer examination, it is focusing on my section. I am wide awake now. I ask if anyone knows what is happening but no one knows. The door to my room is locked and I dread coming home to no room mates. I burst in and there they are, sitting by the window, one on the phone with her mom, the other online with her mom. I felt so relieved that they were there. Right outside their window, cops are milling around and police dogs are barking. They are shining flashlights in the abandon building about 100 paces from our apartment. We watch in frightened anticipation. I have just spent the last two and a half hours in class, discussing bloody and disturbing psychology cases. I am not in the best mind frame. That all happened not even a half hour ago and I am just writing to do something because it is quite uncomfortable right now. Why oh why did I move straight into the heart of Philly? Me and my crazy ideas... If I call you, please answer the phone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 22:46:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>As I Sit Here</title>
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  <description>I really am bored here. I did all of my most pressing homework; I just can&apos;t seem to work on stuff that is not due for at least a month. No one is answering their phones. I don&apos;t feel like watching a movie. Hmm, I think I will take a nap.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 19:21:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy Birthday To Me</title>
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  <description>I &amp;lt;3 everybody. I have had a most excellent birthday week. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I am drinking diet cherry coke and listening to 102.9. My homework is completed to a level that I do don&apos;t feel I need to start on right now. Purrrrr.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:27:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Your Lips Ruby Blue</title>
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  <description>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt; Ok, suddenly, for no apparent reason, my computer fixed itself. One minute its screwy and not working and sending numbers and letters tumbling pell mell with no rhyme or reason and now, for I repeat NO APPARENT REASON, it works just fine. I do not pretend to understand the inner workings of Sebastian (my computer.) He is a fickle guy. I &amp;lt;3 you Sebastian.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 01:26:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh Shore, how I love thee</title>
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  <description>I WENT TO THE SHORE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first time this summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 21:15:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Cheese Hell</title>
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  <description>Ever wonder what I would eat if left to my own devices? I made myself dinner tonight and here&apos;s what was on the menu: rice with salt, a pinch of pepper, and cheese, as well as a bagel with cream cheese, regular cheese, and turkey pastrami. Oh, there was some cream cheese in with the rice too. I think I am destined for cheese hell. Delicious.</description>
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