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  <title>When life gives you lemons,</title>
  <subtitle>make lemonade, so fate can throw it on the floor.</subtitle>
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    <name>Samantha Jean's pity party</name>
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  <updated>2009-01-14T03:11:23Z</updated>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2009-01-14T03:11:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-14T03:11:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I found a reason to quit you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for Google Reader.&lt;br /&gt;Don't start that crying shit.&lt;br /&gt;If you still love me and want me to know about your life,&lt;br /&gt;send me a comment and I'll still read.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:69910</id>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T16:02:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T16:02:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wrote a letter to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;Went to work, still waiting for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;"we should probably just be friends."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding, as usual.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:69729</id>
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    <title>Tonight...</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T18:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T18:41:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is the wine and cheese reception with Crispin Porter and Bogusky, that I am super excited about.&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;took a shower after boxing class...&lt;br /&gt;did my hair...&lt;br /&gt;got dressed in this cute dress that Sean got me from the Gap.&lt;br /&gt;I just went into my bathroom and decided that it needed some cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;so I cleaned my toilet...&lt;br /&gt;my shower...&lt;br /&gt;and a large chunk of color off the right breast of my dress.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:69615</id>
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    <title>You know what...</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T21:08:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-18T22:11:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TO THE UNIVERSE: Lauren posted this. It is fake. If this actually happened I would call someone. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst day evar.&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that they don't have enough money to get me a new macbook pro.&lt;br /&gt;So they're just going to give me a crappy refurbished one from Dell.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new bike, but someone stole it...&lt;br /&gt;while I was on it.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, yesterday evening I got mugged.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have anything with me except my Zune.&lt;br /&gt;Which he stole.&lt;br /&gt;And it had all of my Smashing Pumpkins music on it, because I can't access my files on my computer...&lt;br /&gt;because it's being shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I needed a new laptop to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all that...&lt;br /&gt;this morning I went running after I went to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was all hopped up on caffeine...&lt;br /&gt;and I fell down.&amp;nbsp; Hard.&lt;br /&gt;And broke my clavicle.&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was lying there on the side of the road, trying to get up&lt;br /&gt;I almost got hit by a cap metro bus.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bastards.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;In the hospital they patched me up and gave me drugs.&lt;br /&gt;And then Sean called and broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care right now because Lauren came over to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;And she's awesome&lt;br /&gt;So we drank some Mexican rum and she and I took one of my painkillers and it got us so high...&lt;br /&gt;Which is just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go make a venison meatloaf...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:69188</id>
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    <title>Bad things</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T08:03:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T08:04:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">have not happened in a while because I haven't updated my livejournal and if bad things happened i would post them here because that's what this lj is for and it hasn't happened so I haven't posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, something really bad happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abducted by aliens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they used an anal probe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back now, though. My butt kinda hurts but(t) I'm in one piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that Hillary is one of there's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go get some vaseline now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:69007</id>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T01:18:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T01:18:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we learned that nothing make you wish you were anorexic...&lt;br /&gt;more than your father telling you, "You've really blown up."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:68770</id>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-09-05T21:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-05T21:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I still can't catch a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wrecked my bike.&lt;br /&gt;I fell down...&lt;br /&gt;and skidded about 3 feet down the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;My back wheel sticks now.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I wake up to find that I can't bend my elbow...&lt;br /&gt;and Travis might not be able to come see me...&lt;br /&gt;because his brother/father have decided that since he's coming down next weekend...&lt;br /&gt;he may as well move his brother back up with them.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to get excited about things.&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;OH THEN...&lt;br /&gt;I decide I'm going to design to make myself happy...&lt;br /&gt;beacuse I am working on/almost finished the coolest picture of Eva in existence.&lt;br /&gt;I go to press play on my tunes...&lt;br /&gt;and my Windows Media Player is closed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, power outage.&lt;br /&gt;I look to find that Illustrator is also not open.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. POWER. OUTAGE.&lt;br /&gt;and my dumbass doesn't save anything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:68606</id>
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    <title>This week...</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T13:48:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T13:48:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life has decided to throw some KO punches.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:68317</id>
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    <title>Sometimes...</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T05:40:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-09T05:40:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jesus loves me...&lt;br /&gt;not often but sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance the class I have to take over...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had Advertising Research from 8-12.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's just 830-10.&lt;br /&gt;Suh-weet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:68027</id>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-06-19T02:29:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-19T02:29:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I invited Steve into my home.&lt;br /&gt;Steve is a plecostomus...&lt;br /&gt;which is a sucker fish for those of you that are dumb like me.&lt;br /&gt;I got Steve so he could be friends with Holden...&lt;br /&gt;my turtle...&lt;br /&gt;and eat his poop.&lt;br /&gt;Steve was sick when I got him...&lt;br /&gt;so I bought some medicine for him...&lt;br /&gt;bringing my grand total up to $7.77.&lt;br /&gt;I got home and put Steve in Holden's tank and put the medicine in the water.&lt;br /&gt;I introduced Holden to Steve and he seemed ok with this new friend.&lt;br /&gt;I called my family about 45 minutes later to tell them about Holden's new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I went to tell my sister...&lt;br /&gt;the words were stolen from my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;as half of Steve was stolen from his body.&lt;br /&gt;Holden is an asshole.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:67766</id>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T03:23:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T03:23:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we have learned...&lt;br /&gt;shit happens and it makes you sad...&lt;br /&gt;but it passes...&lt;br /&gt;kinda like a gallstone...&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty damn painful before it passes...&lt;br /&gt;but it does...&lt;br /&gt;and you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this to b. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:67196</id>
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    <title>Tonight...</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T02:10:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T02:10:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my sister decided to wax my armpits.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ on a cross...&lt;br /&gt;OW.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:66970</id>
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    <title>Tonight...</title>
    <published>2007-05-14T05:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T05:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my TA finally posted our grades up from our advertising research final.&lt;br /&gt;87.&lt;br /&gt;This is 8 points away from a 95.&lt;br /&gt;This is 8 points away from me passing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:66711</id>
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    <title>Tonight...</title>
    <published>2007-05-12T03:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-12T03:39:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was moving everything out to my car...&lt;br /&gt;so I can put it in storage tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I had a cart piled high with boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Some fell..&lt;br /&gt;but I caught them...&lt;br /&gt;because I am that cool.&lt;br /&gt;One fell...&lt;br /&gt;and shattered a bottle of soy sauce all over the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;Not so cool.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:66534</id>
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    <title>This week...</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T15:12:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T15:12:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my test grade back.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one I studied for...&lt;br /&gt;and failed.&lt;br /&gt;52.5.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes you realize "what the fuck am I doing here?" more than a 52.5.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even try?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but wait; here's the kicker.&lt;br /&gt;In a class where I have made 54, 76, and 52.5 on the tests...&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a 99 on the final to pass.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying...&lt;br /&gt;but as we've seen before making an effort gets me no where.&lt;br /&gt;To put a sugar coating on this huge pile of shit...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick as a fucking dog.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pisss:66230</id>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-05-04T19:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-04T19:34:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">they did the UT remembers ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;in memoriam of the students who died in the VT shooting.&lt;br /&gt;I walked past as they played that bagpipe song...&lt;br /&gt;no, i do not know what it is called...&lt;br /&gt;it sent chills up my spine.&lt;br /&gt;While in front of the communications building calling a friend...&lt;br /&gt;they began tolling the bells.&lt;br /&gt;My heart hung heavy...&lt;br /&gt;and I was nearly brought to tears...&lt;br /&gt;not for the VT students...&lt;br /&gt;I have sympathy for their families...&lt;br /&gt;and I know what they are going through...&lt;br /&gt;but my feelings were not because of them.&lt;br /&gt;Where would he be today?&lt;br /&gt;Would he be graduating from the Air Force Academy next year in May...&lt;br /&gt;like I will be from UT?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Would he have forgiven me of all the pain I caused him?&lt;br /&gt;Who would he be today?&lt;br /&gt;Who would I be today?&lt;br /&gt;Some down-trodden, weak, dependent soul...&lt;br /&gt;still under the control of her peice of shit boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;who she had cast Bubba so gingerly aside for?&lt;br /&gt;Every so often there is something so simplisticly profound...&lt;br /&gt;that it rips open the scar in my little, calloused heart...&lt;br /&gt;and I feel again.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for all the change you've given me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for making me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for making me who I am today and not who I was three years ago.</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T23:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-03T23:22:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had two back-to-back finals.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot about this because of the devastating news I just got.&lt;br /&gt;(goes to show how much school matters to me.)&lt;br /&gt;So, I studied my ass of for my Advertising Research exam.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready days ahead of time...&lt;br /&gt;and kept reading over my notes.&lt;br /&gt;The Interpersonal Communication one not-so-much...&lt;br /&gt;actually I could say not-at-all...&lt;br /&gt;I-love-hyphens.&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy studying for the other test...&lt;br /&gt;plus there is a retest.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I take my advertising exam...&lt;br /&gt;and I most likely flunked the shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;The communication exam I think I did ok on.&lt;br /&gt;Does this make sense?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;If I failed my advertising exam, am I fucked?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T23:15:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-03T23:15:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I read Pink is the New Blog...&lt;br /&gt;like everyday...&lt;br /&gt;to find some very disturbing news in the newslinks.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Smashing Pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;They are the most amazing band in existence.&lt;br /&gt;If you deny that, I unna hafta cuddabitch.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the news.&lt;br /&gt;There is a Smashing Pumpkins tribute album coming out...&lt;br /&gt;DONE BY MYSPACE.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, don't start crying yet.&lt;br /&gt;This is the tracklisting:&lt;br /&gt;· Panic! at the Disco: "Tonight, Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;· (+44): "I Am One"&lt;br /&gt;· The Academy Is ... : "Mayonaise"&lt;br /&gt;· Deftones: "Siva"&lt;br /&gt;· 30 Seconds to Mars: (track TBD)&lt;br /&gt;· The Bravery: "Rocket"&lt;br /&gt;· Young Love: "1979"&lt;br /&gt;· The New Amsterdams: "Thirty-Three"&lt;br /&gt;· Test Your Reflex: "Ava Adore"&lt;br /&gt;· Ben Kweller: "Today"&lt;br /&gt;· Hawthorne Heights: "Bullet With Butterfly Wings"&lt;br /&gt;· Gliss: "Rhinoceros" &lt;br /&gt;Ok, now you can start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1558587/20070502/smashing_pumpkins.jhtml"&gt;[Source]&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-05-02T02:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-02T02:44:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought a kitchen torch.&lt;br /&gt;I made crème brulée for my French class.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, I am going to torch it in class...&lt;br /&gt;if I can find some butane to put in it...&lt;br /&gt;which I conveniently passed up at central market...&lt;br /&gt;because who the fuck sells a butane torch with no butane!?!?!</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-04-25T16:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-25T16:42:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my ID card was laying on my bed next to my keys.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to let you in on a little secret about the people that built the dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;They are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;So, you need your ID card to get into the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;They gave us a desk...&lt;br /&gt;and an immovable bed...&lt;br /&gt;smashed right next to each other...&lt;br /&gt;with a small, card-sized crack that goes straight to the floor...&lt;br /&gt;where my card is now chilling out for eternity.</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-04-25T04:18:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-25T04:18:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">procrastination bit me in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;We had a project due for Advertising Research.&lt;br /&gt;It was a small project...&lt;br /&gt;but one all the same.&lt;br /&gt;The TA sent out an e-mail saying that SSPS was available on all the PCs in the UGL.\&lt;br /&gt;I went there this morning assuming the project would just be a breeze...&lt;br /&gt;when I log in to find there is no SSPS.&lt;br /&gt;Another computer...&lt;br /&gt;another floor...&lt;br /&gt;no SSPS...&lt;br /&gt;and it's time for class.&lt;br /&gt;I go to class and tell her...&lt;br /&gt;she says, "You shourd haiv e-maired me, rike everyone erse did."&lt;br /&gt;Semi-truthfully, I told her that I had started last night...&lt;br /&gt;in which she told me that I was shit out of luck...&lt;br /&gt;and that I could have downloaded it on my computer...&lt;br /&gt;like she told us "a rot" of times in lab...&lt;br /&gt;which I never remember or understand what she says...&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't find on one document on blackboard saying "SSPS can be downloaded here."&lt;br /&gt;Who's to blame?</content>
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    <published>2007-04-24T05:52:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-24T05:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jenna and I decided burritos were the way to go for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;She likes Chipotle.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Chipotle...&lt;br /&gt;but like Moe's.&lt;br /&gt;So, we parted ways for our burrito festivities.&lt;br /&gt;I got my burrito...&lt;br /&gt;and queso for my chips.&lt;br /&gt;"Eleven-fifty." says the man behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;I hand him my Bevo Bucks and think...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;I get my bag and there are enough nasty little chips to feed a third world country...&lt;br /&gt;for a century.&lt;br /&gt;Jenna and I go back to the dorm...&lt;br /&gt;and I microwave my queso because it was thick and cold...&lt;br /&gt;only to let it explode all over the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck burritos forever.</content>
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    <title>Yesterday...</title>
    <published>2007-04-24T05:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-24T05:47:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I came home from Houston to find an amazing parking spot...&lt;br /&gt;right in front of the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet deal, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Today, the sign was moved...&lt;br /&gt;and I moved my car out into the middle of no where...&lt;br /&gt;so I wouldn't get towed.</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T18:21:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T18:21:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am going out of town.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to Houston, but it's still out of town.&lt;br /&gt;My family made me a delicious rasberry pie for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a peice of it left...&lt;br /&gt;with huge ass mold spores growing on the top of it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my pie, you fucks.</content>
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    <title>Today...</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T18:16:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T18:16:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just like every other day, French is at 1.&lt;br /&gt;I take an amazing nap because I woke up early for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason I woke up early was to go do training, but my trainer cancelled on me.&lt;br /&gt;So I set my alarm so I could get to class and take my quiz and be a good student...&lt;br /&gt;and I wake up to the sound of showering...&lt;br /&gt;at 12:50...&lt;br /&gt;in my underoos...&lt;br /&gt;so there is no time for me to get dressed and go to class and take the quiz...&lt;br /&gt;given that it takes me 15 minutes to get to class...&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes to find a clean peice of clothing that fits me...&lt;br /&gt;and Elli starts the quiz at the beginning of class and if you aren't there you're fucked.&lt;br /&gt;My alarm is going to go off at midnight and scare the buh-jesus out of me.</content>
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