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  <title>save some for your kids.</title>
  <subtitle>revolutionize.</subtitle>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-11-02T14:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T19:24:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T19:26:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi, my name is Sarah and I'm addicted to The Office, the intarweb, and not doing my homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sometimes I do my homework, but I have to really want to do it to do it. Know what I mean? Like right now, I should be doing some homework, but I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wish my hair wasn't so crazy in the morning because I really don't like taking a shower every day. Except I like the hot water because my apartment is cold, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of miss this guy called Bryan, and I don't know why. I really want to see him and I sort of hope he goes to this wedding with me next weekend, but I doubt he will. I really really really want to see him though, especially after last weekend when I was most definitely violated and woke up on Sunday feeling entirely used. &lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, I dont know what kind of pheromones I was emitting, but if anything like that happens this weekend I'm going to be a total bitch and tell them to leave me alone. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll finish up my internet escapades, eat some food, take a shower, and go to school to do my homework which will definitely not be done on time, and then I'll just turn it in and start my freaking weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh except I have to write part of a paper sometime today and uuuuugh. This is so frustrating. Grad school is WILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy named Dan and I are going to create our own concentration....Environmental Planning, where we'll take classes from graduate courses in Environmental Science and Energy Engineering. That'll be fun. Luckily he's a good guy and it'll be okay having every class ever in the history of the world with him. Sorta. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited hotAndy to Erik's Halloween party and I really hope he at least stops by. I mean, he lives only a couple blocks away, so yeah. That would be really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Blueheels are playing tonight at the Subterranean! They're some delicious 2-step, bluesy, folky beat-making folks that emit sexiness to boot. myspace.com/blueheelsrocknroll &lt;br /&gt;It's at 9:30 and it's only $8 and you should go. Seriously, it's ROBBY SCHILLER. He has the most wonderful voice in the whole wide world. No lie.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-10-31T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-01T04:59:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-01T04:59:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm giving a lecture on Environmental Justice today with another girl in my Environmental Planning class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous. Not going to lie!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a little excited, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iheartaar:320187</id>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-10-24T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-25T04:18:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-25T04:18:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Wouldn't it be amazing if:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy I knew but wasn't yet completely in love with and I moved away,&lt;br /&gt;(happily)&lt;br /&gt;with a dog, and maybe my cat,&lt;br /&gt;to a house that looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/0101090115030116072007102089e8878f81e721020a0079bc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(beautiful and slightly over-priced in one &lt;b&gt;incredible&lt;/b&gt; neighborhood)&lt;br /&gt;in a city that looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.extendedstayhotels.com/hotels/images/toronto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a job description like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Responsibilities will include working with the Sustainable Communities Senior Consultant to populate a market intelligence database that examines the current state of sustainability in Canadian communities. From time to time you may be engaged in project work resulting from the research conducted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating at restaurants like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greenonion.ca/images/custom_1B9A7CEAADC298A40D5AD2DD3E06BCB3_header2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pack up, empty out the savings account, and go.&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;These are the sorts of things that I think about and research when I'm sitting at home alone, all day.&lt;br /&gt;Except this didn't solve anything and just made me want to move to Toronto even more, live somewhere sexy, have an amazing job, and fall in love.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-10-16T02:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T07:31:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T07:31:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i'm really depressed. not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; depressed, but really like actually depressed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i went home at 2am on saturday because i was bored and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;i hung out with my family and had a little date with bryan.&lt;br /&gt;since i was severely over tired, family time was innnnsane. i was so ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;we went out for pizza and i think i cried like 4 times from laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;also, i taught my grandma what a raptor is. ....was? was. it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went over to bryan's and we chilled. then we went to the gas station and bought candy and thennnn we went to see Across the Universe. i had already seen it once, but i had been wanting to go see it with bryan really badly because we found out that if we could time travel, we would both go back to 1962. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;it was lovely seeing it with him, impressing him with silly things i know about the beatles, and eating candy for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;we hung out afterwards and (i dont know why i'm typing a play by play but read it or dont) then had back massage time. then it was bed time. and then i left. and on my way home i started falling asleep and man i was ready for bed right then in the jetta. so i called him and told him about the sleepiness and said that he should talk to me while i drove home, since i had a half hour to try and stay awake. he thus demanded that i come and sleep in his sexy bed with silk sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i promptly turned around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the middle of the night spooning him and was like "what the crap!? how did i get here?" and then fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;we got up at 5am and bummed around the house.&lt;br /&gt;he's super lonely without his dog. i missed the doggy too.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then we parted ways and i demanded a real, good, serious hug and went home for more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really.&lt;br /&gt;really really.&lt;br /&gt;what is his deal? i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;what is my deal? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i go home next weekend, we're doing to dress up and get drunk. i'm going to be a go-go dancer and he's going to be james bond. it's just our love for the 60s. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;doubt that it will happen, but it would be awwwwwweeesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being alone.&lt;br /&gt;i have a 10 page paper due tomorrow at 6pm and i havent even started it yet.&lt;br /&gt;fuuuuuuuuck me.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate life right now.&lt;br /&gt;gah. fdlfkjafjewaioadsndslksdaoifjdslksdfljfoiewlkfsdfsjl!</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-10-07T03:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T09:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T09:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dammit Cubbies, why did you have to win the division!? The Brewers would have never been skunked in the first series of the playoffs. You big gobblygoo of a team, freaking Cubbies. I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 5:30am this morning from hanging out. I didn't feel like sleeping so I made coffee and watched the sunrise.  I sat at the edge of the pier by my apartment and read &lt;u&gt;Cradle to Cradle&lt;/u&gt; and drank my coffee and watched a hot pink sun rise out of the water. It was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;As I was walking back, I talked to so many people outside, pet a few dogs, said hi to some kids in strollers, and talked to the deli owner. It was a really lovely morning.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to sleep. Tonight I hung out with friends a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with all this, &lt;b&gt;I still can't help but feel so alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solutions? &lt;br /&gt;i have none.&lt;br /&gt;none that make sense anyways.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-10-01T05:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-01T10:15:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T10:15:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">how in the hell does a girl go about dating joe meyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's like one of the biggest mysteries of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-party last night he came over and we talked and talked and then had thai food and talked and talked until they kicked us out and then we sat on the couch and talked and talked until we were like holy crap it's 11! let's go! so then we partied. and then he absolutely insisted on driving me home for some wild unknown reason. and then i stayed up to make sure he made it home safe.&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up this morning with this burning need to know how in the hell a girl dates joe meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. many. boys. in. my. life. right. now.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;kristin says i'm emitting dangerous pheromones.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-09-28T03:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T08:34:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T08:34:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i need some lovin.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-09-25T13:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T18:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T18:53:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">next time, i should try to keep it in when i think things are good.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe it'll stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk bryan=bad sunday=no playtime/jeep adventures=bleh=one.more.chance.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-09-20T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-20T05:10:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-20T05:10:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my cat poops on my bed when i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also meows in the middle of the night that it wakes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;any suggestions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's spayed or neutered or whatever. he's about three. he's orange. and i got him from a big family that always had stuff going on. he's been doing really well up until this week where he's gone crazy and is constantly pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even really like cats. he's pretty cool, but not right now.</content>
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    <title>things that might happen.</title>
    <published>2007-09-18T06:07:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-18T06:07:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My life has always seemed to be about things that "might happen." I might get into grad school and I might get a new car and I might really like that guy and he might like me back (the idea of which is seemingly less and less likely). I might really like this guy and we might have had a different relationship had I just asked him a few months ago to hang out. This might be a good thing. I might have slept over at his house last night and it &lt;b&gt;most definitely&lt;/b&gt; was wonderful. Not a damn thing happened; there was no kissing, no spooning, no boob-grabbing, no dick-in-back-poking... there was just sleep. Really really lovely sleep where we sometimes rolled into each other, and sometimes we didn't. 5 am came fast, he had to leave for work and I had to drive home to sneak back into my house. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where he and I stand. He says really cute things and he has an incredible body and a great sense of humor and is really really living. No matter how different we may be, there is nothing sexier to me than a man that is really &lt;b&gt;living&lt;/b&gt; his life. &lt;br /&gt;Are we dating? Are we just hanging out? I don't know. I do know that I wished we would have started hanging out long ago, but alas we've decided that even if we did have time travel machines, we would go to 1962 and not just back a few months. We both drove the same direction this morning at 6am and we talked on the phone for the majority of it and good lord I think I really am going to miss him. &lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? All because I ran outside after him because I thought I might like to get to know him, although I knew the timing was all wrong, because it was after all, three days before I was leaving to come back to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he works road construction, which means he spends his winter bored with nothing to do. Maybe this will include a trip or two to Chicago, the idea of it, atleast, he seems quite set on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really (more than) love sleeping in a bed that I'm sharing with someone else. Generally it doesn't matter who it is, but as in any bed-circumstance, it gets much better when you're attracted to the person you're sharing the bed with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good thing I love his dog, too, because he slept with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chris would say, I'm percolating. With Bryan the 27 year old construction worker that likes Old Style and caramellos. Bryan. Finally. Here's to it going further than this. All this talk coming after a weekend that began with an idea that he was never going to talk to me again. Funny how shitty cellphone service can make you think someone doesn't like you. Thank goodness, then, I was at the gas station this weekend and he came in and smiled and yelled "what the hell are you doing here!?" and all the time I thought he knew I was coming home. &lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man in my life and I'm excited, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Don't read it if you don't want to, and who the hell reads this thing anymore anyways?</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-08-25T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-25T18:23:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-25T18:23:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i finally went out on a date with that boy i keep babbling on about.&lt;br /&gt;bryan, is his name. i've been waiting and waiting for him to ask me out, but it took me a 'running after him like a movie scene' to ask him to hang out. he came in the store and we talked, i went outside and met his dog, we came back in, he left. the people i was training yelled "GO GET HIM!" and i went back and forth and finally said "fine. if he's still out there i'll ask him." and he was. &lt;br /&gt;we were going to go out for drinks friday night, but he called and said his cold had gotten really bad and that we should hang out saturday night instead. i said okay that's fine whatever, but then called him back like two minutes later and said "hey. do you just want to watch a movie tonight? i'm still worn out from my chicago travels." and he said "yeah!" &lt;br /&gt;so that was that. &lt;br /&gt;it was a really good night. he was really crazy because he was so congested and sickly feeling, but it was really silly and fun. we might be going out for drinks tonight, otherwise we will next weekend before i start moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i have to go sell the winning powerball ticket and enjoy my last night at work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sad about it, but it'll be alright. hopefully bryan stops in, that would be love-lee.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-08-22T01:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-22T06:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-22T06:57:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i pissed off my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like starting grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing anything but sleeping, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of packing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont do it because i dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;because i dont feel ready to start this chapter of my life yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;help.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>so many new things!</title>
    <published>2007-07-27T05:22:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-27T05:22:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got an apartment in edgewater.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm painting it this color: &lt;a href="http://www.behr.com/behrx/colorsmart/colorByName.jsp?colorName=honeydew"&gt;http://www.behr.com/behrx/colorsmart/colorByName.jsp?colorName=honeydew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought myself a macbook. it will be here tomorrow. [today.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the year gets better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still work all the time.&lt;br /&gt;grad school starts in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll finally be back home, in chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit.&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;come live with me.&lt;br /&gt;in the cutest place of all time.&lt;br /&gt;with a clawfoot bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;a big fat row of windows with big fat window sills and big fat flowers outside and the big fat beach two blocks away!</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-07-04T11:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-04T17:01:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-04T17:01:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have today, Thursday and Friday off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going up north with my family to our cottage.&lt;br /&gt;I say that I'm looking forward to it when I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather hang out with my friends in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm driving myself up there rather than ride with my family, so I can leave if I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so depressed lately. I need to have fun. I don't know the last time that I had fun up here. I've hung out with a few people here and there, but my community heart is struggling oh so much lately. I cannot handle being alone. Work doesn't help either. I don't really like most of the people that I work with, and I love pretty much all of our customers. It's a strange dichotomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel needed or worthwhile anymore. It's an awful sort of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my dog is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what day it is. It's just like any other.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-21T02:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T07:55:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T07:55:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="75%" border="1" cellpadding="8" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="#0000C0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+4" color="#C00000" style="line-height:100%"&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="#0000C0"&gt;Republican.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="+1" face="Times New Roman,Times" color="#000000"&gt;"You're a complete liberal, utterly without a trace of Republicanism.  Your strength is as the strength of ten because your heart is pure.  (You hope.)"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://paulkienitz.net/republican.html"&gt;Are You A Republican?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-20T01:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T07:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-20T07:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just re-read a bunch of my LJ from a year and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;I was so depressed. Why didn't anyone tell me that I probably needed help? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still would date Josh from my photo class, but he's off and in love with his girlfriend again. I saw him at a gallery opening in early May in Chicago. His face lit up. I hugged him really tightly. I told him I missed him and meant it. Sometimes I have dreams about him. He's the only guy from Trinity I ever really really wanted to date and I never got to, instead we just flirted and talked and hung out and went grocery shopping and to the bank together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to put the For Sale sign in the Corsica today. As we left the parking lot of my mom's store, I began to reminisce about all of the memories in that car. I've had it for four years. Lots of good time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having real trouble with the Jetta. It's been really rough for me pulling out in first from a stop. I keep snubbing it and every time I think I have the clutch figured out, I snub it again. I think I figured my problem out tonight after I made my mom drive around with me, but we'll see on my way into work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I'm at the point where I'm just really frustrated. Tonight with my mom after I kept snubbing it, I threw my hands up and almost started crying. "I feel like I'm taking a Chemistry test!", I yelled. I'm so used to learning something and understanding it right away, and when that doesn't happen, I get frustrated with myself and with the situation, and that happened tonight, and therefore made it even more difficult for me to pull out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it. I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he just ask me for my number?&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it to him. Gladly. Really. &lt;br /&gt;I dont care that he's 26 or average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really miss having friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one friend would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm becoming socially awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I literally work, sleep, and drive. And I talk to people at work and at home. &lt;br /&gt;My insides are freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really lonely, but I'm making myself be numb to it so I don't get depressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up August, HURRY UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy, I absolutely CANNOT wait to live with you!</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-15T23:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-16T05:23:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-16T05:23:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this weekend is going to be so long.&lt;br /&gt;13 hours of work at two jobs each day.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;on top of it, the front brakes went out on my car this afternoon, so i had to drop it off at the mechanic's between jobs and take my mom's car to work. luckily my stepdad was in town and was able to give her a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the worst part...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that i'm getting the JETTA ON TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;yes. four days. and i have to put new brake pads and rotors on the front of my car for four days of driving!!!&lt;br /&gt;which i guess it's alright because then i'll just try to sell it for $100 more, but STILL. it SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate writing in all caps, but i was just SO PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: i'm tired, grumpy, and therefore i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;	&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=1089471-6d48&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-10T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T04:40:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T04:40:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">did anyone else have a really awful weekend?</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-08T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T06:41:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T06:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wasn't tagged but i'm doing it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;deal whiff it.&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOUTHOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your salad dressing of choice?&lt;br /&gt;- caesar dressing on green leafy lettuce with parmesan cheese, raisins, and chicken breast oh man oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;- jimmy john's, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;- in chicago: flying saucer, earwax, and pick me up, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;-in wisconsin: 1910 sausage co. for lunch and meetings and fun, red robin for the lovely waitstaff, and el azteca for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;- at least 15%, unless the service sucked. i leave more if i can - enough of my friends waitressed, i know they need the $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food could you eat every day and not get sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;- wheat bagels. granola with organic strawberry yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;- spinach and feta and roma tomatoes orrr artichokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;- a sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite type of gum?&lt;br /&gt;- orbit's mint mojito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of contacts in your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;- too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of contacts in your email address book?&lt;br /&gt;- no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- aaron and i at a coffee shop in phoenix, rocking old man sunglasses, wearing matching black shirts, looking like the ramones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;- four. no five! yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use a laptop or desktop?&lt;br /&gt;- desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;- left! well. both. i only do a few things with my left hand: writing, cutting, eating, teeth-brushing, and book-reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your smile?&lt;br /&gt;- well sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;- oh i dont know. my eyeballs, probably. i do have nice earlobes though. it's a toss up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;- wisdom teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?&lt;br /&gt;- uhh. i cant say that i've ever thought about this. taste, probably. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a cavity?&lt;br /&gt;- probably when i was 18. thank you genetics for bad teethies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the heaviest item you lifted last?&lt;br /&gt;- two thirty packs of beer! i work at a gas station for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLCRAPOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could, would you wanna know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm. maybe. i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love for real?&lt;br /&gt;- it's not not-real. so....yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your first name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;- i would change my last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;- red. turqouise. mustard yellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;- i ate some detergent off the counter once, because i thought it was icing, even though there wasn't a thing in the house that had recently been iced. whoopsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever saved someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont think so. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you walk naked down a public street for $100,000?&lt;br /&gt;- umm. maybe. yeah. it could pay off &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of my student loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;- sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you cut off one of your little fingers for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;- that is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;-i guess so, but back to the student loan bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;- ummm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;- probably......not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;absolutely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;- what's in &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; left pocket??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;- not in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;br /&gt;- both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- stand. who the hell SITS in the shower?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you live with roommates?&lt;br /&gt;- yes yes yes pllllease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;- five or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;- wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;- last night! i had to call 911. there was an accident outside of the store. before that, uh, everyday. i live with one. and finally, a real answer, i got a speeding ticket a few months ago. damn state troopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 1 on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;- i am too indecisive to pick favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number? five? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Color? red red red.&lt;br /&gt;Season? spring. and mid-fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mood? a little grumpy. some 17 year old girl called me a "fucking bitch" because i wouldnt sell her a lighter! those bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to? city comes alive- ivory&lt;br /&gt;Watching? the cursor move around.&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about? how i'm going to get up at 7am for work when i just closed at midnight and got home at 1. ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;-tinkle! &lt;br /&gt;What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;- sleep! and get out of town for a few days. and see all my pals. not all happening at once, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- probably teenage mutant ninja turtles 3. it's what i watch when i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;- i try to be! because i'm the best freaking gas station attendant/cashier around, suckas.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-06T14:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T20:29:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T20:29:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a night of bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was camping with a bunch of my friends. darcy told me i was a f-ing bitch and that she never wanted to talk to me again. then chris scott proceeded to tell me that i'm annoying and that nobody really likes me anyways. then i tried to leave but couldnt find my suitcase and was just running around crying while everyone yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at some conference thing for trinity up in northern michigan. turns out a cult kidnapped some of us at that conference. brainwashed us and paired us up with a boy. boygirl. boygirl. boygirl. everywhere you look. you had to socialize with only that person. they picked it so people would hate each other, not fall in love. turns out my boy was zach nelson, whom they didn't know was one of my friends. we had forgotten we knew each other, but had promised each other that we would make it out of that place alive and alright and not messed up. we ate potatoes and oranges and apples and secret pills every night for dinner. we followed dinner with two beers and everyone singing "You can call me Al" by Paul Simon. they told us that everyone in that area was "in" with the cult, so even if we escaped, no one would help us for miles and miles around. one night zach kissed me and then i figured out the secret of getting out. i went to the leader guys and told them all of the secret passwords i had remembered when he kissed me. after much deliberation, i got out, with zach and a bag full of potatoes and oranges. we ran and ran and ran. it seemed like the more we touched each other, the more we remembered about the real world, since we were paired up to hate each other and to be unhappy forever. we made calls to our families and learned we had been gone for over two weeks. we talked in code to them in case anyone was listening. they found us. we found the cult. let everyone free. punished the leaders. it was insanity. except zach and i freaked out if we weren't together, because we thought something bad would happen to the other person if we werent there for each other. i dont know what ended up happening. i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i dream things like this?&lt;br /&gt;it was so intense!</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-06-02T20:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T02:44:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-03T02:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today brian came in. i havent seen him in a really long time because i've been on days instead of the closing shift. i cant figure that kid out. his life is going alright, he's a construction worker and he's 26 and he's tan and cute and is so awkward i love it. tomorrow i close so maybe i'll finally get to see all of my fricken boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just really weird right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a friend to play with.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;and not get grumpy when i'm supposed to chillin at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, it's 945pm and i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away crabbycakes, go away!</content>
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    <title>ask me on a date.</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T05:13:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm all set for grad school starting in the fall. I got word about my advisor placement today, he's a Colombian working on low income housing projects, especially dealing with Latins. Sounds alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to live in Chicago again.&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to go out with a few boys that come into my work before I go. I'm working on it. Sadly, it started with some really shady fellow asking me out, bringing me flowers, and asking me out again. I keep saying no for many reasons: he has really messed up eyes [i know that's pretty foul of me to say, but they creep me out], he smokes cheap menthol cigarettes, he drinks cheap beer, he has awful gross sick tattoos, and he asked me out on a date to CHEESE FEST [laura. seriously. why do i attract such freaks!?]. blah blah blah. at least he brings me pretty flowers, last week, a day lily, this week, a hot pink daisy. blah blah blah. that was at the little chute store.&lt;br /&gt;at my mom's store life is going a little more smoothly. I have many boys that I flirt wildly with. Luke. Al. Brian. Tom. Kyle. the Three Red Robin waiters who ride around in a VW bus loving life [speaking of, oh my god, i wanted to marry all of them today. they were so happy and lovely and i wanted to kiss their faces.] &lt;br /&gt;a guy asked me to marry him today. I said no. he said okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!&lt;br /&gt;t-minus two weeks until the JETTA IS MINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh man can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[juar. lj. laura jean. when. are. you. home. i wanna see you.i dont have any friends. i miss you. please let me see you. even if it's only five fricken minutes. i need some sibling time in my life. puhhhleeez.]</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-05-25T23:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T05:11:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T05:11:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this totally doesn't even look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a996.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/51/l_7185861a7c7a29c7f721919b4282651b.jpg" width="480" height="640"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah and sarah went to see spiderman, ate a lot of candy, then went for a 12am bike ride to the park, which we got kicked out of, and went and played at a school playground instead. took many photos and laughed a lot. biked a lot. took a lot of photographs.&lt;br /&gt;i like having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night made me miss chicago friends so very much.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-05-22T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T06:12:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T06:12:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm quitting the little chute gas station.&lt;br /&gt;i got a job at one here in fremont.&lt;br /&gt;way less driving.&lt;br /&gt;way less stupid things happening.&lt;br /&gt;way better.&lt;br /&gt;working so much for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;loving it there so much.&lt;br /&gt;finally had a day off today.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously slept all day long.&lt;br /&gt;then hung out with my dog, did laundry, cleaned, and cooked dinner.&lt;br /&gt;went and got ice cream with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;and we found a sweet chair on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;exciting? heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you alive out there?&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to write more interesting things if that's what you want.&lt;br /&gt;sorry so sorry.</content>
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    <title>iheartaar @ 2007-05-21T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-21T07:11:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-21T07:11:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://a581.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_9f73ef6ca17817444cff5b37aa9fe354.jpg" width="576" border="2" height="768"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my bangs on a sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're versatile.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sorry for the big photo. sorta.]</content>
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