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  <title>leah leah leah</title>
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    <name>leah!</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-29T01:45:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:77813</id>
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    <title>update?</title>
    <published>2009-09-29T01:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-29T01:45:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi! It would take way too long to tell you all what's going on with me, although I guess there's not much to say other than that I'm a waitress with a college degree at a place that calls me a 'biscuiteer'. But really I just wanted to write so that I could show you a picture of my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miley/The Littlest Raptor/Broccoli/Billy Ray/Little Cheese Curd/Everything Bagel (Extra Toasted)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000g173/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000g173/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's turned me into a cat person, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing well!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:77472</id>
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    <title>for the dry version: www.leahinguat.livejournal.com</title>
    <published>2009-06-11T04:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-11T05:11:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am overwhelmed by this experience, I had an amoeba that left behind an intestinal infection and I missed the last boat back to my town across the lake and now am alone in the program's office thinking about too much and wanting for there to be people online because I have wireless for this one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to people about how their husbands and sons were tortured and massacred one day in 1981 about a half a mile from the house where I live, my aim is to investigate the efficacy of the Guatemalan civil war reparations program in my town and so far I've gotten enough information to fill a book but none of it to flesh out the neatly divided sections I need for the deadline 4 weeks from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Panajachel I can hear fireworks going off like gunshots every 10 minutes, I know it's practice for next week's Corpus Christi parade but I can't stop thinking about the fact that away from this tourist town in the place where I've been living there were guerrillas in the hills one morning firing real guns instead of fireworks. About how the army mistook sons and husbands for insurgents and set about burning the bottoms of their feet, cutting out their organs one by one with the farmers' own machetes and leaving behind a legacy that our own country helped create with its operatives and lofty economic goals for what could only have been seen as another potentially prosperous banana republic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a civil war of 30 years that killed more than 200,000 people, the government in Guatemala is still embattled and the families of the civil war victims have only the tenuous Programa Nacional de Resarcimiento (reparations) to look to for any acknowledgment or apology for the army's actions against their husbands, sons and lives. In my town, some of the victims have gotten their 24,000Q. Most of them had to report to Guatemala City and present their testimony before the truth commissions to even be considered, and many of them haven't received a penny or a hope regardless of the insurmountable evidence speaking to their losses. This inefficacy is offset by the presence of a sort of reparations middle-woman who takes fraudulent reparations claims to the government and sleeps with officials to get the money sent back to families who didn't lose anyone in the war at all. In a town like Santiago where everyone knows each other and most people have lived there their entire lives, I am only beginning to see the ongoing and divisive attitudes many people have about the way the civil war echoes in their lives and the government's continuing and pervasive corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking with this human rights assessor from a nearby town that was affected by the massacres, he keeps telling me he's happy I chose my topic and honestly it's making it harder and harder to push forward without seizing up and wondering what in the world I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interviews are wearing me out, I feel completely honored and 10x more unqualified to do this project every time I hear someone else's story and I really just hope I can pull it off. I just want desperately to be able to make this the best it could be, and I'm not sure at all how to do that.</content>
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    <title>guatemala lj!</title>
    <published>2009-05-30T22:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-30T22:54:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://leahinguat.livejournal.com"&gt;http://leahinguat.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:77012</id>
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    <title>om nom nom nom</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T23:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T23:32:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000eaka/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000eaka/s320x240" width="161" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000fpy1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000fpy1/s320x240" width="158" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadgasdfasdhgoaergdxawdfsoh1!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:76629</id>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2009-05-11T11:36:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-11T15:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T15:37:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I graduated from NC State on Saturday. I still don't feel like it actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Guatemala in a week and a half, which also seems surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaaang life changes!</content>
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    <title>fortuna's wheel, etc.</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T18:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T18:09:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It seems like everything that's happening this week falls clearly and evenly into 2 neatly distinct piles. In the good pile, there is the fact that I'm continuing to go on dates with someone I like who is awesome! I also have done laundry, grocery shopping, lots of homework and have mercifully received a little money from my dad so my bank account balance isn't flashing red and evil anymore. In the bad pile, I didn't get ANY of the 8 scholarships I applied for to use in Guatemala this summer. I am majorly bummed, and now have to find a way to raise over $600 in the next month and a half. Handjobs, anyone? Also, work has been totally awful. A million tables and chairs need to be picked up and moved and set up and re-moved every day, and while I guess the extra money I'm getting from staying late every day really could fit in the good pile, the racists and the bullshit and the exhaustion really aren't worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to interview at a restaurant that's opening up downtown called the Busy Bee, I have no idea what it'll be like but I hope they like me and want to give me a job!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:76056</id>
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    <title>green, green, green</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T04:59:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T04:59:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"That made me jumpy, Bruno, that they felt sure of themselves.  Sure of what...you only had to concentrate a little, feel a little, be quiet for a little bit, to find the holes.  In the door, in the bed: holes.  In the hand, in the newspaper, in time, in the air: everything full of holes, everything spongy, like a colander straining itself... But they were American science, Bruno, dig?  White coats were protecting them from the holes; didn’t see anything, they accepted what had been seen by others, they imagined that they were living.  And naturally they couldn’t see the holes."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:75939</id>
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    <title>sometimes I hate people</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T22:18:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T22:18:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's very hard for me to remain calm in 3/4 of my classes this semester. Even when I remember to tell myself I go to an incredibly conservative university, the things people say and the opinions the majority of my classmates put forth are so brutally and staunchly ignorant that I want to stab their parents, them, and myself in the eyeballs to be done with it once and for all. What do you say in a Sociology class when someone uses the idea of sociological imagination to put forth the statement that black people don't like to swim because they're poor? Or, more recently, when 90% of your senior level history class maintained over an hour and a half that nuclear weapons were the greatest invention of the 20th century or fume at the very notion of America using their international weight to economically subjugate 3rd world countries in the name of 'progress'? There are only so many times I can raise my hand and try to explain how these ideas are wrong, and only so many times I can be shut down with idiotic gloss-overs about the US' might and benevolence and about how saying something 'true' isn't racist. When that kid in Sociology said the swimming remark, not one of the other kids in my class (including the black ones) or my professor said a WORD and my indignation was quickly traded in for a new subject of discussion. I can't be the only one who thinks this shit is stupid, seriously. I'm exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to keep spouting off about proxy wars and loan-based neocolonial economic slavery, even though not one of these COLLEGE SENIORS WILL PROBABLY EVER FACE UP TO THE UGLY PARTS OF OUR COUNTRY OR THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:75373</id>
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    <title>drunken photobooth FTW</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T05:13:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T05:16:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00009hp6/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00009hp6/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000dryy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000dryy/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000awt6/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000awt6/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000be2c/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000be2c/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000cf81/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/0000cf81/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:75015</id>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2009-03-07T03:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T08:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T08:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">she was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaahhhh spring break is effectively over :[</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:74948</id>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2009-02-22T23:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T04:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T04:57:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GOD DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated. Are the people you love the most ever also the people you find hardest to deal with?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:74508</id>
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    <title>i can't sleep! SO...</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T07:15:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T07:16:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here are some long overdue pictures of Christmas break, hangouts, snow day and my visit to Toronto to see Genavieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangouts at the honey hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francesca's swanky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new room at my family's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0036-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0036-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raleigh snow day! unfortunately the camera didn't capture the full scope of the shenanigans that day (which included snow penises, lots of whiskey and the south's biggest snowball fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0037-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0037-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home sweet honey hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0046-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0046-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Canada to see Gena and her lovely tiny apartment and photogenic cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0040-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0040-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?! Bowie's a model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey look, Toronto has a winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0051-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0051-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0052-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0052-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skrip club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0053-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0053-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto's Times Square at Bloor and Yonge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had a Budweiser airplane, which really is a horrible idea if you think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0058-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0058-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful churchy looking building in downtown Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0064-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0064-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coordinated people and the government UFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena goes to bomb-ass makeup school for people who work on movies like Dawn of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n756920047_5429408_6952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/n756920047_5429408_6952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did my face like an 18th century broad! whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0073-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0073-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some boobs at a bar we went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most macabre job ever. THAT'S A REAL EYEBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0081-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0081-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensington Market, best thrift stores in the universe. I could have stayed on this street/with Gena forever up there, Canada is so nice and friendly and bizarre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE FOUND PATRIOT GUITARS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0084-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0084-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MURCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/DSCN0085-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:74304</id>
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    <title>La noche boca arriba</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T04:21:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T04:24:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Sali&amp;oacute; de un brinco a la noche del hospital, al alto cielo raso dulce, a la sombra blanda que lo rodeaba. Pens&amp;oacute; que deb&amp;iacute;a haber gritado, pero sus vecinos dorm&amp;iacute;an callados. En la mesa de noche, la botella de agua ten&amp;iacute;a algo de burbuja, de imagen trasl&amp;uacute;cida contra la sombra azulada de los ventanales. Jade&amp;oacute; buscando el alivio de los pulmones, el olvido de esas im&amp;aacute;genes que segu&amp;iacute;an pegados a sus p&amp;aacute;rpados. Cada vez que cerraba los ojos las ve&amp;iacute;a formarse instant&amp;aacute;neamente, y se enderezaba aterrado pero gozando a la vez del saber que ahora estaba despierto, que la vigilia lo proteg&amp;iacute;a, que pronto iba a amanecer, con el buen sue&amp;ntilde;o profundo que se tiene a esa hora, sin im&amp;aacute;genes, sin nada... Le costaba mantener los ojos abiertos, la modorra era m&amp;aacute;s fuerte que &amp;eacute;l. Hizo un &amp;uacute;ltimo esfuerzo, con la mano sana esboz&amp;oacute; un gesto hacia la botella de agua; no lleg&amp;oacute; a tomarla, sus dedos se cerraron en un vac&amp;iacute;o otra vez negro, y el pasadizo segu&amp;iacute;a interminable, roca tras roca, con s&amp;uacute;bitas fulguraciones rojizas, y &amp;eacute;l boca arriba gimi&amp;oacute; apagadamente porque el techo iba a acabarse, sub&amp;iacute;a, abri&amp;eacute;ndose como una boca de sombra, y los ac&amp;oacute;litos se enderezaban y de la altura una luna menguante le cay&amp;oacute; en la cara donde los ojos no quer&amp;iacute;an verla, desesperadamente se cerraban y abr&amp;iacute;an buscando pasar al otro lado, descubrir de nuevo el cielo raso protector de la sala. Y cada vez que se abr&amp;iacute;an era la noche y la luna mientras lo sub&amp;iacute;an por la escalinata, ahora con la cabeza colgando hacia abajo, y en lo alto estaban las hogueras, las rojas columnas de rojo perfumado, y de golpe vio la piedra roja, brillante de sangre que chorreaba, y el vaiv&amp;eacute;n de los pies del sacrificado, que arrastraban para tirarlo rodando por las escalinatas del norte. Con una &amp;uacute;ltima esperanza apret&amp;oacute; los p&amp;aacute;rpados, gimiendo por despertar. Durante un segundo crey&amp;oacute; que lo lograr&amp;iacute;a, porque estaba otra vez inm&amp;oacute;vil en al cama, a salvo del balanceo cabeza abajo. Pero ol&amp;iacute;a a muerte y cuando abri&amp;oacute; los ojos vio la figura ensangrentada del sacrificador que ven&amp;iacute;a hacia &amp;eacute;l con el cuchillo de piedra en la mano. Alcanz&amp;oacute; a cerrar otra vez los p&amp;aacute;rpados, aunque ahora sab&amp;iacute;a que no iba a despertarse, que estaba despierto, que el sue&amp;ntilde;o maravilloso hab&amp;iacute;a sido el otro, absurdo como todos los sue&amp;ntilde;os; un sue&amp;ntilde;o en el que hab&amp;iacute;a andado por extra&amp;ntilde;as avenidas de una ciudad asombrosa, con luces verdes y rojas que ard&amp;iacute;an sin llama ni humo, con un enorme insecto de metal que zumbaba bajo sus piernas. En la mentira infinita de ese sue&amp;ntilde;o tambi&amp;eacute;n lo hab&amp;iacute;an alzado del suelo, tambi&amp;eacute;n alguien se le hab&amp;iacute;a acercado con un cuchillo en la mano, a &amp;eacute;l tendido boca arriba, a &amp;eacute;l boca arriba con los ojos cerrados entre las hogueras.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one writes about a motorcycle accident like this. Dream states!! asdgadfsksjdgawg&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the obnoxiousness, if any of you know Spanish you should definitely read Julio Cort&amp;aacute;zar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:73903</id>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2009-02-05T14:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T19:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-05T19:52:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Almost, but not quite!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:73508</id>
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    <title>WHO LIKES XBOX AND ISN'T POOR?</title>
    <published>2009-01-17T19:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-17T20:13:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cross-posted to Raleigh Craigslist and also Myspace and Facebook, sorry if you see it five billion times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I am terrible at video games, and inherited an XBox and 31 games for Christmas which I will never use. I am keeping the Xbox itself to play DVDS, but have no use for the games. They are all in very good (working) condition, some superficial scratches but nothing worse. This is an amazing deal, I am also willing to sell the controllers that I have (2 with cords, 1 wireless). Price is negotiable, I am also willing to talk about partial sales if you don't want all 31 games. Email if you're even SLIGHTLY interested, I am being affected by the Global Economic Crisis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OF GAMES:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The Hobbit (Sierra Entertainment)-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;2.)The Lord of The Rings-The Fellowship of the Ring-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;3.)The Lord of The Rings-The Two Towers-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;4.)The Lord of The Rings-The Return of the King-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;5.)The Lord of the Rings-The Third Age&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;6.)Star Wars Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;7.)Star Wars Republic Commando&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;8.)Star Wars Episode III-Revenge of the Sith-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;9.)Harry Potter Quidditch World Cup&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Secret Weapons Over Normandy&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;12.)Call of Duty-Finest Hour&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Call of Duty 2-Big Red One&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;14.) EA Sports Nascar Chase for the Cup 2005&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Brothers in Arms: Road to Hill 30&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;16.)Peter Jackson's King Kong-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;17.)Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;18.)Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;19.)Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas: Oogie's Revenge&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;20.) The Spongebob Squarepants Movie-OFFICIAL GAME&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;21.)Pitfall-The Lost Expedition&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;22.)Halo&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;23.)Halo II&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;24.)Grabbed By the Ghoulies&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Star Wars: The Clone Wars/Tetris Worlds&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;26.)X-Men Legends&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;27.)Scooby-Doo! Mystery Mayhem&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;28.)Sonic Heroes&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Batman Begins&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;30.)Namco Museum Collection (Pac-man, Pole Position, Dig Dug, Galaga)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;31.)Pirates of the Carribean-OFFICIAL GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00006y0c/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00006y0c/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table summary="craigslist hosted images"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:73114</id>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2009-01-11T13:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T18:27:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T18:27:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this version of my eljay is exactly 3 years old today, happy birthday eljay.</content>
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    <title>?!!</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T00:50:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T00:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is what i'm wearing on my blind date tonight (HA), i'm bored and i'm going to show you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00002s28/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00002s28/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00003dce/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00003dce/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00002s28/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00001gth/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/boss__tweed/pic/00001gth/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boss__tweed:72609</id>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2009-01-01T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-02T01:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-02T01:26:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be awesome to have the gumption to get some answers out of people right now.</content>
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    <title>pilgrymages</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T01:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T01:04:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lila told me about this pilgrimage from France to Spain where you walk from one country to the other, you only spend the equivalent of $7 a day and you sleep in churches every night which sounds AWESOME and thrifty and I&amp;nbsp;hope we can do it!&amp;nbsp;We feel it will be the maximum usage of our collective language skillz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anywhere open to go get a beer on Christmas? Does anyone know?</content>
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    <title>happy holidays from the upstairs hallway</title>
    <published>2008-12-25T03:23:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T03:23:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/Photo1.jpg" /&gt;

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Merry Christmas from Emma, Liz, my boobs and me!</content>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2008-12-18T09:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T14:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T14:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I HAVE EXPELLED MY EMOTIONS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks beer and friends</content>
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    <title>totally over it</title>
    <published>2008-12-17T22:31:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-17T22:31:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I am incredibly tired, and my spirit is very nearly broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;will not tolerate anyone else telling me all about what's wrong with me, I&amp;nbsp;am a pretty okay person I think. I'm not trying to make myself sound like a victim, but I've finally gotten to the point where I feel justified in defending myself and my actions so if you want to get wasted and tell me how I fail you all the time, get ready to be talked back to. I do really well in school, I do alright at my job, I'm kind to most people and I never stop working on the issues that I do have so if you can't see that and appreciate me despite my flaws I do not want you around. Especially if I've put myself on the line for you a million times and all you see is your high expectations and how I can't measure up to them, then wait 2 years for everything to build up to a head and then let it fly on me. Grow up please, I'm certainly trying to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed math :]&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm in Charlotte, I'm emotionally and physically exhausted but I&amp;nbsp;think after a good night's sleep I'll be more than ready to hang out if anybody wants to!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mine's boring</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T23:52:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T00:12:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Learned Mayan, went non-blonde, took a trip on a whim even though I was 100% broke, lived with a dude, dated a good friend, found my life mission, got my chocha waxed completely bald and scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I think my resolution was to be saner and healthier, both of which I am confidently still working on and will keep working on next year. Especially the exercise part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Thea, Robin's sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Nell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Mexico, The Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;A college diploma, a cigarette-free life, a manfriend, a new city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;This is tough, probably the day I found out about Mexico and finally felt like I was going the right way with this whole college business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Mexico/Mayan things, getting a grant for next summer, being all in all more grown-up of a lady about things. Also I made some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Drinking too much, spending too much money, hurting those close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;My ovary capitulated, I thought I had mono once and most likely hurt my ankle although i can't remember clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Apples to Apples, plane tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;All my friends who graduated and who are remaining positive although also jobless, My mother for keepin' on keepin' on. Erin for breaking out of her shell and going halfway around the world.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of anyone, most people have been alright this past year. Dudes for irrational reasons, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, therapy shopping, bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;School and the prospect of it being over soon, going home every time I did, going to Mexico, going to Guatemala, knowing my mom's going on a different kind of treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Whole Wide World by Reckless Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? Happier, I feel more self-sufficient and a lot calmer&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? Fatter, but am working on it&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? I think a little richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people, exercising, schoolwork, being home in Charlotte, traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Using the credit card, slacking off, being cranky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;QC with the literal and figurative families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Naw, unless you count with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIP GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I still hate Bono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;The Rules of Attraction (finally), Confederacy of Dunces again, The Villagers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Nuggets: Official Artyfacts of the First Psychedelic Era hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;good grades, new friends, closure on some stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;some people back in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;probably Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I went out with a small group of people on my real birthday, then we had a huge crazy cross-dressing birthday party (I was not in charge of the theme) the next weekend. I&amp;nbsp;was 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;More good lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Disheveled and sometimes alluring grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;Mom, friends, especially Erin, Lila and Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;this is boring but probably Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Name any NAFTA bs or anything having to do with Venezuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;brotat posse, ERIN, Lila, JD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;My friend Francesca, a few others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a good idea to tell people everything you're thinking most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I feel it all&amp;quot;</content>
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    <title>boss__tweed @ 2008-12-12T10:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T15:32:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;In 2 hours, I will be done with math classes forever. This is quite possibly the best thing I've ever thought about before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/lalalaleah/math7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 Battlestar Galactica, P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>it's finally cursive weather again!</title>
    <published>2008-12-11T19:14:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-11T19:41:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For everyone who has ever worked at a coffee shop: Does it make you uncomfortable when someone orders a 'steamer'?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rooted at cup studying for my math exam (i.e. looking out at the rain/dicking around on the internet), which is probably hopeless and I'll most likely end up going out tonight with the hope that I'll get the opportunity to exhibit extreme and exemplary self-control and responsibility in regards to my young lady power continuum. In other words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-be considerate&lt;br /&gt;-not flirt with people just because I know they'll pay me attention&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the absolute worst about that last item, it makes me feel sick. I've been doing some hard thinking recently, mostly facilitated by a handful of intense conversations and call-outs regarding self improvement and all in all I'm feeling a lot more solid in terms of Who I Am and how to maintain integrity. Eventually I'd really like to forget how shitty a person I was to myself and others in the year since I turned 21, and to look back and see whatever whirlwinds of intense stupidity I've caused as a willful, misguided, liquor-fueled extended temper tantrum. Never again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to stay in Raleigh until next December now because of this grant, I have to be an undergrad to get it and while I'll be done in May I'm not sure if I can convince NC State to let me walk and just unofficially be a 'student' in the fall or if I'm going to have to take some bullshit distance ed course and graduate in December. Honestly the thought of staying here even 4 months longer than I had planned makes me horribly depressed, even though when I really think about it it's not SO bad here. i just itch so badly to move on, I feel like moving will be the best way to crystallize all these half-baked 'do better-isms' that I keep attacking when I'm not actively making horrible decisions that mess them up. At any rate, it's better to have a free $1000 and be working towards grad school than to ship over to Chapel Hill or Charlotte or wherever I'm moving to in May having given up an amazing opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving, can I get some opinions? I've been hearing god-awful critiques of Chapel Hill/Carrboro, and I know all about what I'd be getting into in Charlotte but I can't decide. Here are some pros/cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapel Hill-I want to go to grad school there, I feel like being there just living and working a shit job would be a good opportunity to see if I really want to be there for 4-8 years but I'm starting to get the feeling it's a more inbred Raleigh in terms of social relationships and that sounds terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte-it's home, I've got people (the best ones), I also have the extreme propensity to drift sideways there instead of making progress on what I want to do. There's going to be bullshit everywhere, but at least I&amp;nbsp;know the nature of it and how to deal with it back home. Plus I love it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia-EXTREMELY drastic/unlikely I'll get into UPenn (I would shit myself if I did), out of state tuition, cold weird different. They have a $3 special citywide that consists of a shot of Jameson and a PBR, that's the only good thing I've heard. Does anyone know anything about Philly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also open to other suggestions, shit whoa future. What is someone supposed to do?&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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