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  <title>From deep inside the whale's vagina</title>
  <subtitle>Here we go again</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-09-27T20:11:29Z</updated>
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    <title>Done first one, on the fucking reg</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T20:11:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T20:11:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DONE BITCHES! Can't wait to have my drinks and schnebs after class tonight!</content>
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    <title>Ay bay bay, kindly move your body like a cyclone.</title>
    <published>2007-09-22T09:12:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T09:12:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soulja Boy, Cyclone, A bay bay - those are my favies right now.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm so sober on Friday night it is not even funny.&amp;nbsp; Missing my phone like a fat kid misses cake, if infact that fat kid spent the majority of his free time eating cake.&amp;nbsp; Which is entirely possible.&amp;nbsp; It is late. . . too many schnebs tonight, my eyes feel swollen and tired.&amp;nbsp; Time to peace it my out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:26074</id>
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    <title>Does this give it, it's go?</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T19:39:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T19:39:05Z</updated>
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    <title>Here it is Kirstin</title>
    <published>2007-08-12T17:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-12T17:32:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Communicating Worldviews: Faith-Intellect-Ethics &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;2007 NCA Annual Convention&lt;br /&gt;November 15-18, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;Chicago, IL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natcom.org/nca/Template2.asp?bid=8290"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read a Special Welcome Message from Arthur P. Bochner, NCA First Vice President and Primary Convention Planner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;NCA invites you to join us for its 93rd Annual Convention in Chicago, IL. This year’s theme, Communicating Worldviews: Faith-Intellect-Ethics, encourages participants to examine communication within the discipline, society or world through a literal, metaphorical, or virtual lens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;The convention will host 1,200+ sessions that involve more than 4,000 participants, reflecting the substance and progress of the discipline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt; &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Program Highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natcom.org/nca/Template2.asp?bid=7936"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carroll Arnold Distinguished Lecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Michael J. Hyde, Wake Forest University&lt;br /&gt;"Perfection, Postmodern Culture, and the Biotechnology Debate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natcom.org/nca/Template2.asp?bid=8253"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decade of Behavior Distinguished Scholar Lecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Dr. Kenneth J. Gergen, Swarthmore College, Senior Research Professor of Psychology&lt;br /&gt;“Beyond Relativism in the Collision of Cultures”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natcom.org/nca/Template2.asp?bid=8250"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Vice-Presidential Plenary Lecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Dr. Rita Charon, Columbia University, Professor of Clinical Medicine and Director of the Program in Narrative Medicine&lt;br /&gt;“Narrative Medicine as Witness for The Self-Telling Body”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shut up and drive</title>
    <published>2007-08-11T03:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-11T03:47:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's what I do when I'm on the freeway, I shut up and I drive.  Old Towne San Diego was pretty sweet.  It is the site of the first settlement on the west coast and the birthplace of California (who knew?). We ate at this bomb ass authentic Mexican restaurant.  Then it was off to Sea World, which I love every time I go.  Shamu is doing well, he sends his best.  Now its 9PM, but we are not going out tonight.  Haven't done any partying here yet, but tomorrow will be a different story.</content>
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    <title>So Cal is where my mind stays. . .</title>
    <published>2007-08-10T01:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-10T01:39:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've already fully embraced the fact that I'm a Californian.  I love it here.  I think that all my friends shall have to move out here.  We'll just call it a mass relocation.  I'm already psyched that at Christmas time I'm going to have the best tan in Nebraska.  Makala and I are going out for sushi tonight.  I'm going to have a few beers or some sake.  I haven't taken a sip of alcohol since becoming a San Diego resident.  Today was zoo and Balboa Park.  Loved Balboa Park.  Tons of awesome old buildings, fountains, gardens, museums, etc.  I'm hoping Caleb will want to check out some of the museums.  Catch ya later.</content>
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    <title>Cali LJ post</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T03:35:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T03:35:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here it is my first Cali LJ.  I don't have much to say about it.  When I have more time, and feel more like it; I will post more.</content>
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    <title>giving it my wig wear</title>
    <published>2007-07-30T07:39:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-30T07:39:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>THE WIG SONG (aka The Thong Song)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">oh yeah, it is true.  I'm wearing it my wig.  And loving it.  I'm fucking wasted as wasted can be.  Smoked it my bowls and cigs, took it my shots and my beers.  I'm McWasted! I AM THE CAPTAIN AND THE CAPTAIN IS ME!  Now walk it out, think about it, ahhhhhh snap! I'm basically just rock, rock, rock, rock; I can do it all by myself. Okay, done first one.  I'm rocking the box.  You know how I do.  I'm T-Pain, You know me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FO SHIZZLE!</content>
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    <title>Don't even worry about it. . .</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T02:44:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T02:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drinking right now; bought cigs: smoking 'em.  I'm dealing with all this pambliness quite well as far as i'm concerned.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:23000</id>
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    <title>I want a fucking cigarette!</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T18:33:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T18:33:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race - FOB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'd really like to smoke one, but I can't.  I'm quitting.  More packing to be done today, cleaning, etc.  I've got less than a week left in Wayne.  The overnight went well last night, got to sleep the whole night through, which I was thankful for.  I don't really have anything important to include in this post.  Just decided I should post for postings sake.</content>
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    <title>Let's get gone, walk it out . . . now walk out, think about it, ahhhh snap</title>
    <published>2007-07-22T21:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-22T21:38:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TPain - Buy You A Drank</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Don't feel much like composing sentences today, so a list will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River: &lt;br /&gt;1. Met fun 30 something swingers, hilarious, partied like a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;2. Relaxed, floated, reapplied sunscreen every hour&lt;br /&gt;3. Got drug through rapids, hurt myself, ouch, "rock enema"&lt;br /&gt;4. Met dumbass 20 somethings, started their fire for them, shotgunned beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;1. Odd ceremony, walked it out of the church to "Life is a Highway"&lt;br /&gt;2. Bar, RBVs, skeet, skeet&lt;br /&gt;3. Great dance, many funny goings on&lt;br /&gt;4. Something came up, Heen&lt;br /&gt;5. Blunt, super fucked up&lt;br /&gt;6. Heen-de-la-after party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mama Heen wakes us up with her new hit single, "Wake up and smoke cigarettes with me"&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoked cigs with Mama Heen&lt;br /&gt;3. Tacos and More, pooped, slept, live journaled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're up to speed now</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:22317</id>
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    <title>Drowned while fording the river</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T15:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T15:59:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so fucking over the Oregon Trail.  Done, first one.  And the disc keeps getting stuck in my comp.  I'm really exciting to go camping/tubing tomorrow!  One last vacation before summer's end and the big move.  I've got one week in Wayne, one week in Brainard and then I move.  Damn, that one snuck up on me.  I'm beginning to feel the pamble of the fact that I haven't really begun to pack, but I'll leave that drama for next week.  I'm not sure whether or not I'll have a phone on my vaca!?!?  Also, is the song Clothes Off by Gym Class Heroes just now being released as a single?  I heard it on the radio and was a bit pambed and confused.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:22194</id>
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    <title>I think I'm so fucking funny</title>
    <published>2007-07-17T15:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-17T15:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uploaded a user pic and had quite a fun time doing so.  I'm so discrete, I can't even take it.  Also, I'm going to have to say that you leaving your box (a.k.a. lunch pail) in the target bathroom is one of my fave mems ev.  I've got to straight up work every shift until I leave for vacation, but I'm okay with that.  I'm super excited to float it my float down the riv, but everyone is pambed and thinks that we aren't allowed to have alcohol.  I plan on throwing caution to the wind, however, and hope to get wasted all day anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the rumors are true. . . I AM the Governor.</content>
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    <title>Ouch head, you son of a bitch.</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T18:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T18:39:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fancy - Reba</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My head hurts.  I think this is the result of my shot making skills.  Yes, that's right... I made shots.  Tequila, peachtree, and grape juice to be exact.  And yes, they are just as disgusting as they sound.  It was Schaefer's birthday, so unfortunately, it had to be done.  Also did some drunken myspacing last night.  It's my fave.  Hanging out with the rents today.  They are bringing me a car, a tent, and the oregon trail.  Pumped.</content>
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    <title>Do it, do it</title>
    <published>2007-07-15T23:16:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-15T23:16:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a while.  Perhaps we peep the LJ once again?  It's a possibility that I'm open to.  Chicken Days and a surprise party?  Do your worst Mr. Hughes!</content>
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    <title>Every once in a while, a hot minute later, when I get around to it, rarely</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T16:45:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T16:45:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The keys on the keyboard go click, click, clack.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't posted in forever.  What a bad kitty I've been.  This is the end of the fifth week of the semester.  I can't even believe it.  Seems like just yesterday that I was sipping on a Pina Colada on the beach.  This semester has turned me into the biggest procrastinator known to humankind.  I regularly skip class in order to A) study for another class's test or B) get homework done for another class.  I'm still rocking getting all of my shit done, but I'm not going to be pulling off very hot grades this semester if I keep this nonsense up. &lt;br /&gt;The fucking rash is rearing its ugly head once again.  Yesterday was my last dose of the roids and today with the bumps again.  The shot, apparently, has not taken its affect yet.  So I'll more than likely be back in the Dr.'s office on Monday demanding more roids.  "GIVE ME MY ROIDS BEFORE I RAGE ON YOUR ASSES," I'll say.  &lt;br /&gt;Also, the phone drama.  Getting a new one is going to use up all the money I have until next Friday, but I can barely stand to be without any longer.  If I had roids, I'd take them and go on a roid rage stint about it.</content>
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    <title>Schloggenheimen</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T07:22:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T07:22:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Holiday - Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Let me please update about it. . . So Lindsay tells me about this guy Benji that she slutted around with that gave her head twice the other day.  I met him at a party tonight and started talking to him and he says that his ex is going to costa with me and that I should hook up with her. . . random at best.  Then, same party I'm talking to this other guy who keeps saying I look so familiar.  He was introduced to me as Grocery Dave.  We're just chatting about this and that and then Maddie shows up.  He goes up and gives her a big hug and says . . . Oh, that's how I know this guy, you two were my neighbors.  Yes, It was the infamous Neighbor Dave.  The pervert pothead that we all loved to hate and hated to love.  Can't wait to peace out of this country.  I'm hungrier than Ghandi right now.</content>
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    <title>Flossy bobbins</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T13:56:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T13:56:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Union - BEP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The weekend at the river was full of fun and silliness.  Smoking joints, drinking beers, going to the podunk river bars, and parties that serve meals at 2AM. . . Loved it.  I'm feeling a little schlagged from the weekend and need a chance to recharge.  The great thing is that Colin's out of town, so I can pamble in peace for the next couple of days.  I've got 99 things to do before I pop out of the country. Ahhh</content>
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    <title>the truth</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T05:06:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T05:06:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i really, really want to take a nap . . . my phone is done first one . . . anyway, all my wayne friends are pulling the ole "you're leaving for a month you must hang out with me" move . . . I'm pissed . . . nap</content>
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    <title>Ms. New Booty</title>
    <published>2006-05-21T10:00:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-21T10:00:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mother's Little Helper - Rolling Stones</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nudey, nudey, nudey, nudey, Ms. New Booty.  This is a ridiculous night if ever there has been one.  I chased my ex-girlfriend's ex-husband down the street and tried to talk to him.  He wanted nothing more than a cigarette . . . I had only one left, but I figured he needed it.  Then I told him that the car I was in would drive him to his girlfriend's house, but he didn't care, and quite frankly, I don't care about him.  If he never made it anywhere tonight except for in the bottom of one of the big holes on main street, I wouldn't care.  But, Ms. New booty.  FYI:   (this is hot news)  Amy is going to the river with me for memorial day weekend. . . YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:20153</id>
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    <title>2 weeks, 1 day</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T12:32:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T12:32:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soul Survivor - Akon and Young Jeezy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The countdown has officially started, I'll be in Costa Rica before I know it.  I got all of my shifts covered for the month, starting with memorial day weekend and continuing through caleb's birthday.  PUMPED!  I'm currently on my hour break, one of two for the day.  I finished reading the book about the pimps, hoes, gamblers, and slobs of omaha, it was a good read for sure.  I'm thinking about reading the DaVinci Code over again and then seeing the movie, the mixed reviews make me want to see it.  It seems I dig the movies that the critics hate.  And conversly hate the movies they dig.  Oh god, and lets not forget the season finale of ER that was on this week.  I almost had a heart attack, no joke.  I had to just lay down and take some deep breaths when it was all said and done.  Abby and Lucca, you've got to pull through.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:19823</id>
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    <title>8</title>
    <published>2006-05-17T16:20:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-17T16:20:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm bored and sick of being tired.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:19601</id>
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    <title>Rompe Rompe Rompe</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T17:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T17:57:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had to drive to David City early this AM to get a new driver's license.  That sucked, but atleast everything with the lost wallet is taken care of.  I'm peeping the idea of reactivating my facebook while i'm in costa rica.  I think it'll be a good way for me to keep in touch with people.  I plan on deactivating again immidiately upon my arrival home.  Don't worry . . . it's still debatable.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:oletc:19444</id>
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    <title>Brand new pamblement</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T05:37:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T05:37:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Know Your Onion - The Shins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have to fucking call the damn bank in the morning and cancel my fucking check card.  I'm completely baffled about how I lost the ole wallet.  I distinctly remember having it before I left makayla's and not having it when i got home.  speaking of which, i pulled a super sneak move and stopped by amy's to hang out for a minute before going to makayla's house to hang out.  Its quite convenient actually, they live two blocks from each other on the same street.  i'm so tired, i was not planning on staying up until 2:30AM when I had to work at 7, i got in a nap but it was not enough. . . so alas, i'm passing out about it</content>
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    <title>Feng shui is driving me mad</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T03:25:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T03:25:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ba Bump - Black Eyed Peas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I don't know whether to be excited about the fact that I found the magic of Feng Shui.  I now know the reasons why my life problems exist, but am now concerned with just how to carry out these changes.  My room is pambling me and draining me, I don't know what to do anymore.  Got a call from Makayla today saying we should hang out.  Maybe it was more than a drunken make out?  Maybe I'd be down with that?  Maybe I still want to call up Amy and see what she's doing?  Who knows?  Obviously the love section of my house is all out of whack.</content>
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