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  <title>Scattered Thoughts</title>
  <subtitle>Jeannine</subtitle>
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    <name>Jeannine</name>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-10-25T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T04:27:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am so unhappy. I've got to get out of here.</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-08-31T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T21:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T21:09:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So. Update, huh? Here goes...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got a job. Traffic Manager for the Garfield Group, an advertising and public relations firm in Newtown, about 20 minutes from my house.&amp;nbsp; What's a traffic manager, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. The Traffic Manager prioritizes,&amp;nbsp;sets deadlines for, and schedules all aspects of&amp;nbsp;each of 10-20 campaign processes while also ensuring that the flow of the process is consistent and efficient, ensuring that everyone has something to do and that it's getting done on time...in a nutshell.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;I lead meetings 3 times a week to get everyone on the same page.&amp;nbsp; I make schedules for every&amp;nbsp;department&amp;nbsp;based on prioritized deadlines for particular tasks.&amp;nbsp; I walk around the office and check up on people, asking them what they're doing, how long it's going to take and reminding them of due-dates and obligations.&amp;nbsp; Basically, I'm Little Miss Organized and everybody's Personal Assistant. Here's the catch: it's just me. The entire Traffic Department is one person - me.&amp;nbsp; 20 campaigns I need to know the ins and outs of so that if the client calls me up and wants the background retouched for their 4 color print ad in the next half hour, I can say, actually I'm sorry but that sort of job can take up to at least 2 hours so please plan accordingly. Yikes...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess it's good though...$28,500 good. Which compared to &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; I know seems like chicken shit (express) but when you're still living at home it's pretty good. Although now it seems my financial obligations have also increased. I'm now paying my car insurance, student loans, credit card, gas, "rent" and the car payment and gym membership which I already was paying. Yeah. I get a job and all of a sudden I've gotta pay rent...whatever I don't really mind. In all honesty, I don't.&amp;nbsp; I can afford it, and it's good for me. I mean&amp;nbsp;so as long as I'm not $6000 in debt and scrambling for gas money it's all good :-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So to make sure I at least look like I know what I'm doing, I spent $300 on business clothes last night at New York and Company. Yay.&amp;nbsp; So if you go here: &lt;a href="http://www.nyandcompany.com/trends/index.jsp"&gt;http://www.nyandcompany.com/trends/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;you'll see one of the one's that I bought. It's the one all the way on the left - the brown one with the vest :-D so cute! I got a ton of other stuff too but b/c I'm a tard-face, I forgot to get shoes, so that'll be next. Alright I'm bored with typing. Yay for new jobs and sparse updates.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-08-11T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T04:51:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T04:51:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have this livejournal, and I rarely write in it anymore, but I often read others' and it's rather depressing. I feel like everybody else has these deep existential, think-y, lengthy in an intelligent way kind of entries. Like they're actually thinking about things and thinking about them enough to put them into "print." It makes me wonder if I have thoughts or ideas worth elaborating and posting.&amp;nbsp; And from there it makes me ask myself, how often during the day do I actually &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt;? I have this mindless job, I don't really discuss things at length with anybody...I kind of feel like whatever knowledge, experience, other viewpoints, etc I may have gained during college is just kind of fizzling out...fading, rather. Not getting used and thusly, dying out. Ok yeah maybe I'm just not being stimulated. How depressing. Yeah I need a job I suppose...like a legitimate career that actually requires the use of&amp;nbsp;my brain instead of my rapidly deteriorating wrist. Here's the thing though, as much as I want to move to Phoenix...there's not much in the way of Advertising opportunities out there. Everything's in New York, and while I could totally picture myself there, I don't see myself making any longer than a month and a half before I run out of money entirely. Phoenix was the plan, but I don't wanna miss out on stuff. Althooooooough, Phoenix is very up-and-coming. A lot of people from Vegas and LA are moving out to the Phoenix area and outsourcing and stuff. It's like the 4th or 5th largest city in the country but still...New York is New York. I cannot let myself get upset and frustrated about having too &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt; opportunities. That's just not allowed...</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-07-26T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T01:22:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Tonight I came home from the gym to Mike and John. That's fine they don't bother me. So I went up to my room to get changed before I made myself dinner and Oliver came home. No wait, Oliver arrived. This is NOT his house and I don't care what anyone else says. He is NOT my brother, he is NOT a member of this family he just happens to squat here, eat all our food, stink up our leather couch (no joke), walk in on me in the bathroom and watch TV really loud all the time. So Oliver arrived which, needless to say, pissed me off. So I went downstairs anyway to make myself dinner and I discovered that the stuffed chicken breasts I was looking for were gone. Just guess who ate them. Right, anyway so I got pissed about that and made a lot of noise about it and Oliver tries sucking up to me going can I make you a burger? How about I make you dinner? Which, under normal circumstances would have been very nice. But it's Oliver so I just said no I can do it myself and blew him off. So he goes, Jeannine, can I talk to you? Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaantastic. I was NOT in the mood to talk to anyone, especially him. I had a long day at work, I had just gotten back from the gym, I was tired and particularly frustrated by not finding anything good to eat (I ended up with a bowl of cereal) so I said to him, No I am not in the mood to talk to anyone about anything right now, please leave me alone. And he didn't. He kept pressing, kept whining, kept asking why it's always about me blah blah blah and I kept saying, Leave me alone I am not in the mood it's only going to get worse if you keep going on with this but he, being the freaking musical theatre bitch that he is, HAD to keep pressing and pretending to be the good guy, trying to fix things and make it alllllll better. (This, by the way, is the reason I hate ALL musical theatre majors, why I always have, and why I always will...they're ALL like this). Well duh obviously it didn't go well so I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not fair. Why do I have to be forced into my room to get some privacy? Why does everybody else get to mingle with Mom and John and be all loud? Why don't I get to LIVE IN MY OWN DAMN HOUSE??? I'm tired of it and I'm too proud and too stubborn to just move out because then he'll win. And then someone who doesn't deserve it, someone who doesn't do anything, someone who isn't a part of this family gets to live in MY house, gets to use MY bathroom, gets to live MY life...I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all just thinking I'm bitching about worthless stuff, things that don't matter but I'm a very territorial, privacy-oriented person. And when I come home everyday to someone I don't like, to people I don't want to see, to people I don't enjoy having around, when I wake up in the morning and have to wait to use my own bathroom, when I have to share my house, my family, my life with someone who is just free-loading it kind of makes me upset.</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-05-25T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T03:59:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T03:59:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I'm leaving for Arizona on Friday...just for a vacation so nobody panic. Yeah like anybody cares...Anyway, I can't freaking take how cold it's been recently so I'm super excited to go where it's at least 85 degrees every day.&amp;nbsp; Thank god. I told my mother not to make me do anything in Arizona. I'm not going on any stupid car tour trips or to any gay Native American Museums. All I'm going to do is sit by the pool, read the DaVinci Code and soak up the sun. If I don't come back tan somebody's gonna get it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got a raise at work the other day so now I'm up to $9.00/hour yay! That's b/c I make good food and it looks pretty too. I'm a good worker :-)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Except I hate everything and everyone right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyone in this house is pissing me off, ugh and then there's my mother who won't shut &lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt; about getting me to tell my boss at work that I want to bartend. Hey genius, &lt;u&gt;there's no bar!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; So yeah...I'm way bored. There's nothing to do here except go to work, watch tv and clean my room.&amp;nbsp; But I don't clean my room. Once again my mother thought she was doing me a favor by "straightening up" in my room and all she did was just totally fuck up my system. It's a mess and I'm too unmotivated and discouraged to do anything about it. I need my sister to help me. She'll get my ass in gear and get me to clean it up. But I hate her too b/c she won't pick up her phone.&amp;nbsp; Way frustrated tonight... :-(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sorry for complaining but since the only people who ever read this are those who hate me to begin with, (and Rhian)&amp;nbsp;I'm not really sorry at all. Mothafuck&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-05-04T22:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T02:29:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T02:29:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Van Halen - Panama</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Not gonna lie, I really really like Van Halen. Always have. For real since about.....4th grade? Probably always will. So I ask you, does this make me a loser? Probably, but it also makes me frickin' awesome. Because as we all know, I don't need no instructions to know how to rock! Ok so that's not a j9 original, I have to thank Carl (ATHF) for that one haha! I'm currently having a rock session. Rockin out...Iggy Pop, Deep Purple, Ozzy, Van Halen, GNR...it's like when VH1 plays that all day marathon of metal stuff. Like the top 100 Most Metal Moments - my &lt;u&gt;favorite&lt;/u&gt; I dunno why it's just pure awesomeness. I think had I been pointed in the right direction or at least born like 10 years in advance I definitely could have been a metal head. Like in the summer with the radio on and all the windows down and some song comes on and you turn it up waaaay loud so you're sure everyone on the sidewalk can hear what you're quite clearly and ridiculously rockin out to. Love it. Loooooove it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok that's enough.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-04-26T00:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T05:21:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well Thursday was my birthday...good and bad.&amp;nbsp; I went out to the Saloon the night before and ended up calling my mother at 3am all drunk and upset that I was old.&amp;nbsp; Poor John&amp;nbsp;- I woke him up for no reason other than to pass the phone to my mom haha! So she consoled me and hopefully didn't realize I was drunk b/c she was half asleep. But the next day was better. My mom sent me gorgeous flowers and a basket of junk food from the flower shop on Allen Street and my dad sent me a little package with a book (Bartending for Dummies) and a pretty hair clip thing - one of the ones that has a half circle thing and a pin that goes through it. It's all Celtic looking and matches a necklace he gave me a while ago. Yay.&amp;nbsp; I got to go shopping and got taken out to dinner and went out to the Saloon where the band sang me happy birthday! Yay! Got drunk again (damn those Monkeyboys are good) of course so it was a fairly successful birthday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mom, John, Paulette, Lise and Lexi came up on Saturday for the Blue and White game and I got more presents yaaaaaaaay! Flip-flops, adorable purse, necklace, subscription to Rolling Stone, an addition to my CowParade collection (I know I'm a dork) and this stuff called Skin Milk which is all milk based skin care stuff like facewash, skin toner and lotion. It smells really good...kind of fresh and clean but also kind of sweet. Like milk, duh. Mike, Jack, Manning and Alex came up to the tailgate too so it was good to have everybody there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So at half-time during the game (which I payed absolutely no attention to) the THON people got to go on the field and do the line dance. I was in the front and I dunno how or why I got there...just lucky I guess but as a result, I'm famous!!!! Check it out: &lt;a href="http://gallery.gopsusports.com/Photo_Gallery_Display.cfm?imageNum=53&amp;amp;startRow=46&amp;amp;gd=0&amp;amp;searchstring=&amp;amp;sp=9&amp;amp;dir=&amp;amp;game=&amp;amp;season=2005"&gt;http://gallery.gopsusports.com/Photo_Gallery_Display.cfm?imageNum=53&amp;amp;startRow=46&amp;amp;gd=0&amp;amp;searchstring=&amp;amp;sp=9&amp;amp;dir=&amp;amp;game=&amp;amp;season=2005&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;woo!!! And I don't look like a retard!!!! How rare... :-P&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm going to Arizona for a few days in May with Mom and John to pick out stuff for the new condo. I simply cannot wait. I have this image/ideal in my mind and I'm just dying to have come true. I want to be warm all the time and I want to be all balanced and holistic and all Arizona-esque. I'm going to get up in the morning and practice yoga on the balcony in the morning sun, eat all healthy and organic and be tan and happy. I'm so excited! I just hope I get a good job and meet people and all that jazz...as much as I'm not looking forward to actually graduating I'm really anxious to be home with my friends and be in Doylestown. Still scary how things move on though...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh well, bedtime for sleepy girls.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-04-19T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T22:01:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T22:01:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, to get you all up to speed:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saturday night my fantastically wonderful friends threw me a surprise party for my birthday which is on Thursday. How fucking cool is that????? I've always wanted a surprise party&amp;nbsp;but it always seemed like something that only happened on&amp;nbsp;TV but yay!! They told me we were going to go to the Phyrst for a little bit and then Pete was going to have some friends over at the apartment for his birthday which was last Monday. And I was all oh ok that'll be chill, just a few people and we'll hang out and it'll be good. Nice night. So before we went out, Mike, Pete and Nate came to my room while I was getting ready. It didn't seem weird at the time but I guess now that I think about it that was kind of shady. Anyway Mikey gave me my present then which was aaaaaaaaabsolutely unfuckingbelievably the perfect gift. Ideal. What is it, you ask? A yellow tee shirt with a green rooster on it, under which is the word "Block" I'll just let that sink in..........&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COCKBLOCK!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;HA!!! Oh yeah it's just perfect. So even though I had a cute little skirt outfit all picked out for the night Mike made me wear it. Good call.&amp;nbsp; :-) So anyway we left the Phyrst and walk back to the apartment and the door's locked. So Pete unlocks it, walks in and then I get into the doorway and I hear "SURPRISE!!!!!!" I really didn't get it. I looked up and I was like, "For me?" And some smart ass goes, "No for Mike!" And I, being the gullible idiot that I am, went with it trying not to seem disappointed until I looked around and saw that &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; friends were there. Ah...it's for me!! Commence the tears. Oooooooooh it was fucking great. I had soooo much fun and my friends are just the best ever. Thank you guys so&amp;nbsp;much for doing something so sweet for me!! I don't deserve it but it's more than I could have ever asked for. I looooooooove everyone who came :-) Thank you!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Whiplash show was on Sunday and it went pretty well. My solo was good even though I think I improved most of it. I swear the pitch was up on that stereo b/c it felt soooooo much faster than when I would rehearse in the White Building. No worries though 'cause it looked good - I think. I wanna see the video.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I woke up with a raging headache but I dragged myself to class anyway b/c I'm a good girl. On the way I stopped in the Commons to get some headache medicine 'cause I have none in my room somehow and they were out. How are you out?? All they had was Tylenol Sinus so I just took that. I helped a little but I still felt nauseous and pained by the time I got to class. I was late as usual so I walked in quietly only to notice that no one else from my group was there. Sucks. The class is a lecture for an hour and then the groups work on their projects for the remaining hour so there really wasn't any point in me even being there b/c the lecture is worthless. We have no tests, no homework no nothing. I was slightly pissed. Whatever though; good for me for going to class.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;...except today I bailed out of Art after our lunch break and sat on the HUB lawn for 3 hours, skipping Soc. I couldn't help it! It was soooooo beautiful and sunny and breezy and warm I just couldn't go anywhere. So I had some Panda, read the paper, did the crossword and a lot of drawing so I kind of made up for not going to the second half of Art. I drew the people sitting around except they kept moving so that made it hard, I drew my feet and I drew my jeans. Looks pretty good too. Then I came home and sat outside in the quad and drew my building. I'm just a drawin' fool!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok I'm starving so I'm peacing out. Sunny love! Oh shit except it's raining all of a sudden...shitty. Ok well previously sunny love!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-04-15T10:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T18:03:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T18:03:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well I suppose this is what I get for still living on campus my senior year. Fuckin Penn State...the dorms close on May 7th, but graduation isn't until May 14th. Hello senior week? I'm not about to go home for that week, miss out on everything and then schlep back up here for graduation. But I can't live in my own god damn room b/c Penn State is inconsiderate enough to schedule stupid conferences during the week b/w finals and graduation. And of course the conference people need to stay in Eastview so that means that I get the boot. Ah but wait, there's more. Because the Housing office is sooooooo generous, they're letting graduating seniors stay in Heister Hall in Pollock for&amp;nbsp;free during that week! Yippeeeee! Note heavy sarcasm. I haven't had a roommate for two years, what would make them think I want a randomly assigned one now? I just hate how this university always seems to be out to get the students. I hate that they put so much more stock and effort into alumni, and silly conferences and things instead of taking care of the students who need things here and now. We're paying through the nose to be here and all they ever do is shaft us. I'm tired of it but I guess there's no use in bitching now seeing as how I'm graduating. Sometimes I really love this place, but other times I really hate it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-04-12T22:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T05:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T05:16:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I'm not going to the Whiplash formal. Too bad, so sad.&amp;nbsp; But come on, I mean it's on my birthday, I have no money to buy the tickets and it's too much of a hassle to find a date I'd actually have fun with. I mean yeah I could take Mike but whatever...anyway I'm not going. So now I need plans for my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm mopey and depressed for some reason. Something hit me hard in Soc today and sort of stuck with me for the rest of the day. I've been relatively blue ever since. I know what it was but I think I'd rather not get into it for fear that I'll just get mopey again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Whiplash show is this Sunday and I just changed the music for my piece. Normally probably not a good idea but it works so much better now. It's not like I had been considering changing it either...I just was bored with my music all of a sudden and listened to what else was on the rest of the CD...it just kind of happened. And if you're a dancer you'll understand on a more personal level, but quite obviously the more you like something the better you'll do it. So if you feel more connected to a piece, if the way the music fits with the movements makes you feel good it'll look better. My only concern is that since I didn't choreograph to this particular piece of music, it might not flow the way it should but it's working out ok so far. Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-04-04T13:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T17:39:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T17:39:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You're killing me here Jeff!!!!!!!!!!! This is now the third time that he's moved to Arizona, stayed for 3 months and bailed out. Except this time he's kind of fucking me over too. (btw Jeff is one of John's sons, ie. one of my "step" brothers) Anyway, he and Mike (another brother) and Scott (friend) moved to Arizona in December and lived in the condo out there. Fine, ok have fun. Mike came back a few weeks ago, as planned b/c he has a job and a life here - he was just taking a long vacation. So that left Jeff and Scott out there. We were all under the impression - because of what they said - that those two were out there for good. Jeff had a job at a collections agency or something and Scott got his real estate license and was waiting table in the mean time.&amp;nbsp; So since I plan on going out there in October, John decided to get a bigger place.&amp;nbsp; Chances were that Jeff and Scott might not get their own place and I'd have to move in with them, necessitating a bigger condo (I'm not about to sleep on the couch for weeks on end).&amp;nbsp; SOOOO, John, just yesterday, put in for a new condo that's just been built. &lt;u&gt;Literally&lt;/u&gt; 12 hours later, Jeff calls and says he's coming back. Something about he doesn't like it, he can't make enough money, whatever. So he's coming home. What about Scott you ask? Scott is staying. But Scott doesn't have a car. So Scott, who isn't even John's kid, is living in his condo and might soon be living in John's new condo, with me.&amp;nbsp; Something isn't right here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So yeah. I mean it doesn't really bother me too much b/c duh what do I care but it pisses me off that Jeff, for the past like 4 years has just been fucking around not doing anything with his life. I feel bad for John b/c he's such a softie that he'll always take care of his boys regardless of what they're up to. So I guess now Jeff will come back home but all I can ask is that he moves in with his mother and not with Mom and John b/c I don't want another brother in the house...Mike is plenty for me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But yay new condo!!!!! That's exciting. And you know what else is exciting? We found a house to rent for a week in Sea Isle. The house we had been using for the past...oooooh I dunno 20 years was sold to some douchebag who didn't rent out. So he sucks b/c I didn't get to go down the shore last year. But never fear b/c we found another house that's just like it (except a good $1500 more a week) on the other end of the island. I think it's somewhere around 57th maybe...by the Acme if that means anything to anyone. So mark your calendars...the week of July 30th. Come play!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-04-01T16:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T21:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T21:36:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sarah McLachlan - Ice Cream</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;If you love me you'll come see me with my Rooster and Blair's legwarmers and the rest of the haute couture dolls...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;*Spring Dance Minor Concert - &lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Point of Departure"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Thursday and Friday, April 7th and 8th, &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;8:00pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;*Playhouse Theatre in the Arts Building&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We busted our asses to get this show and we've been working on the pieces for months now so it would mean a lot to me and the rest of the girls (and Alfie) if you came to support us and the Dance Minor as a whole. Thanks :-)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Wednesday!</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T02:12:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T02:12:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Today was a relatively terrifying day. Not really b/c it was a beautiful day and I got a lot done and had a good day but here's the catch...I bought my cap and gown and graduation announcements. Yikes. My graduation photos came in too so this evening while watching TV I folded the announcements around the photos and stuffed them all into envelopes, all the while with my&amp;nbsp;cap and gown staring at me from across the room. What day are we? March 30th. 22 days till I turn 22 and about a month and a half until I graduate. Who's freaking out? I am. Not so much like "oh my god what am I going to do with my life?" because to be honest I'm not worried about it. I'll find something to do that makes me happy. It's more "oh wow I kind of don't want to leave this place." Saving grace though is that I don't have finals. So that means that from the last day of classes to graduation, I have two weeks with &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to do. What ever will I do with myself? Get silly, that's what. :-) I dunno I might go home for a bit and take some of my crap home with me...maybe work a bit for some cash so I can blow it all the next week going out left right and center. Yay.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went to the Maroon 5 concert last night. Ok not really...more like we caught the last 30 minutes of the Maroon 5 concert last night. What can I say? We were drinking and lost track of time? Something like that...but I took some DayQuil caplets right before we left after I'd been drinking. Apparently I didn't learn my lesson the first time in Miami, because I ended up having to pull the trigger at the BJC so as not to puke all over the people in front of me later. Whoops!! No worries, I was golden afterwards. Passing the flask around hiding from the ushers - I felt like I was in high school but it was fun :-P They covered ACDC's Highway to Hell as their last song. It was alright but not great. The whole concert was basically like that but seemed a whole lot more fun just 'cause I was drunk. I think a lot of things fall into that category... Anyway we came back,&amp;nbsp;watched the first half of Kill Bill and craaaaaaaashed. Drunk and assed out by 1am. Way to go j9.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leave me comments peas! &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-03-28T12:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T17:30:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T17:30:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ok. No, seriously. How fucking awesome is my Scion? Ok yeah I know I don't actually &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; it yet and I can't really call it mine b/c I won't be getting it until like September practically (boooo!) but still it's just a matter of time. Minor details...anyway we went and visited it this weekend when I was home for Easter and words just cannot express how excited I am to get it. It is so cute. We were looking at it and the salesman guy comes out and he's all hey can I help you so I asked him how the back seats recline (because they do, y'know) and he showed me and then he's like, but watch this: he reclines the back seat like 45 degrees. Then he takes the head rest off the front seat and reclines it too. It goes all the way down and ends up flush up against the front of the back seat. So you can sit in the back seat, reclined, with your legs stretched out like you're in a fucking lounge chair. How sweet is that??? My sister was all bent outta shape though b/c she doesn't want me to get a new car before she gets a new car. Whatever. She just got something like a 14% raise so nothing's really stopping her except Stephen. They can afford it I just think he's being selfish...or something I don't really know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Rhi and I went out to Top Dog in Jersey (I know, wtf?) on Saturday with Dan and his.....friends. They really are a unique bunch. I'm not a big fan of most of them, y'know like the bigots and the loudmouths and the assholes, but Bobby's ok. Dennis &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; ok but then he wouldn't shut up. I just wish Jessica and Jackie came out too. I dunno what happened to Jessica, but Jackie ended up in Old City being snobby GA alums (haha kidding!). It would have been way more fun if they were there too. But whatever it's not like it sucked, it just wasn't awesome.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I'm still sick. Still. This has been going on since like before Spring Break I think. I was sick and then I got better and then of course got sick again in Miami b/c duh it's not like I was taking great care of myself. And then I got better and then got sick again in Buffalo and it just hasn't gone away. Maybe that's b/c I'm not taking anything. No that's not true I am taking stuff just not on a regular basis. I should probably fix that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My bed is calling my name for a brief nap before I go workout. That seems really counterproductive or maybe just backwards...I don't care I'm tired.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T21:24:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T21:24:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;**Disclaimer** I'm in an awful mood. I'm complaining. I'm PMS-ing and I'm highly irritated. If this sort of behavior pisses you off and would only lead you to bitch at me telling me to shut up then please don't read this. We'd all be better off. (Although it is kinda funny...)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok I need to be in some sort of altered state of consciousness right about now b/c I'm irritated like never before. I dunno why. It all started this morning when my clothes just wouldn't sit right on my body. And then when I started walking to class I remembered why I don't wear the jeans I wore today anymore - b/c of the massive whole in the crotch that always makes me feel like I've peed my pants when the cold air gets in.&amp;nbsp; Then I'm halfway to my Art class and I remember I left my sketchbook, with all my bits and pieces for my collage, on my desk in my room. So I spent the next 3 hours watching The Lorax and flipping through Glamour magazines pretending to look for more materials. Next I was off to Soc but I had a peanut butter milkshake craving so I stopped at the Creamery first. They didn't have peanut butter. I looked the girl straight in the eye and said,&amp;nbsp;"Why???" Apparently they rotate their flavors so that they never match up with my cravings. Fuck it, I left. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In Soc, I found out that Penn State has the highest tuition in the Big Ten but still continue to elmiminate programs vital to their students' education to "save money." The enormous text-messaging, Sidekick-clicking football players behind me kept pressing their knees into the back of my seat (y'know how in the Forum the backs of the seats tilt forward for some reason?) so that at one point I seriously almost fell out of my chair and onto the floor in front of the first row. And I was sitting next to a really fat girl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I started walking home and stopped to pick up my drawing pad from my Art classroom and figured I'd take my portfolio (read: two pieces of poster-board stapled together to make an oversized envelope) home too just for kicks.&amp;nbsp; So I'm walking, I'm walking, my hands are freezing and hurting from holding this stupid thing which keeps sliding out from underneath my arm causing me to have to adjust it every 5 seconds. I stepped in a puddle along McKean road. Both feet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somebody pack me a bowl or make me a drink or make it Sunday already so I can have some motherfucking chocolate. I dunno why I get this way sometimes...I wish I knew how to make it go away although this is really helping. But I mean I didn't really take it out on anybody and I don't plan on it...I mean except for the girl at the Creamery but she probably deserved it...kidding. Hahahaha you shoulda seen the look on her face when I asked "WHY?" though it was pretty funny. She was rather taken aback. Ok yeah I feel&amp;nbsp;a little better... :-P&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-03-22T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T22:30:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T22:30:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Incubus - Circles; The Killers - Mr. Brightside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So it was a fairly beautiful day today. I saw a girl wearing sandals. Ok, I thought it's a little early but whatever maybe she's just excited about Spring. Yeah but she was also wearing a winter coat and a scarf. So I dunno what exactly was going on there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Art, Miles (the instructor) told us about this couple in California or something who had a chimpanzee as a pet for a while. When it got older it got ornery I guess and bit off a finger of one of the couple's houseguests at some point. So they sent the chimp to a zoo. Later, they went to visit it there at the zoo and somehow (I missed this part of the story) the chimp and his little chimp friends escaped from their cage, ran down this couple and mutilated them. The man got his genitals, fingers and butt bitten off, and the woman got her eye ripped out and some other stuff. Not that it's funny but I had to laugh when he told the story. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in Soc, Professor Clemente told us a story about this guy named Donnie who he knew when he was a kid who used to go around looking for stray cats. He'd find a couple and then go into the parking lot of the A&amp;P real late at night when no one was there, tie the back legs of the cat to one bumper of a car and the front legs to another car. Then they'd drive away real fast and rip the cat in half. This time I didn't laugh. Needless to say I was horrified. It's weird how traumatic things happen to people and it's funny but traumatic things happen to animals and it's gutwrenching and sad. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a group project thingy at 5:45. I suggested that we meet in Pollock computer lab but of course that's not convenient for anyone else in the group so we're meeting in Willard b/c it's close for the other three girls. What about me, you say? Well yeah I'll just have to trek all the way across campus and back. Awesome. Well, off I go.</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-03-21T02:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T07:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-21T07:26:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ACDF was this weekend&amp;nbsp;- my body hates me as a result. For those of you not in the know, ACDF is the American College Dance Festival and it was at SUNY Buffalo this year from Wednesday to Saturday. So anyway, 21 of us dance minors danced our little asses off for 3 days. I took this Contemporary Partnering class taught by a guy from Point Park and it was just sooooooo fun! I'm sore as hell from the ballet classes but it was worth it. It's really things like this that make me realize why I keep dancing. It makes me want to go into the dance world professionally but I dunno that I ever could. I love it so much though. So anyway it was so fun and I'm glad I went. Kinda sucked that we couldn't really go out for&amp;nbsp;St. Patrick's Day but we made up for it last night...ok at least I did. Me and the Silver Thunder had a good time, resulting in a hellish van-ride back today but whatever. I think I ate more Subway in three days than I have in the past 3 months. Oooooooooohhhhhh, you just sat on a sandwich. I miss my bedmate, my roomies and my&amp;nbsp;husband, even if he does point when he dances - that's why ballerinas don't normally dance at parties...b/c we're not that good and rather awkward. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am soooooooo sore. I did this petite allegro in Peter Merz's (my husband) ballet class and immediately after I couldn't walk. My calves were on fire. Kate, being the loving Kines major that she is, massaged them out for me but it only resulted in more excrutiating pain. I'm a little better but performing yesterday was not so much fun even though I think it went pretty well. This journal entry it fairly lame b/c I'm not in the mood but I figured I'd do it anyway. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Going home for Easter this weekend which means I get to see Rhian!!!!!! And I get to give her the rock I got her from Miami b/c I'm a good friend :-P I won't get to have my rehearsal this weekend though b/c duh I won't be here so that's worrying me. My piece is only about half done and I have very few rehearsals left before the show. eeeeek! Hopefully I can switch with someone this week to get one in. I did get a lot of ideas at ACDF for more choreography so that's fairly reassuring but still...I just hope I get it done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love to Dudely, Conroy, and Mandala!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Quote Book for all the Miami girls - enjoy!</title>
    <published>2005-03-13T01:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T01:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;If you drove a limo you'd be a pimp. ~Lauren&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lauren: I can't walk.&lt;br&gt;Meg: You better fuckin learn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can somebody tell me who jizzed on me? ~Lauren&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Salty bankers with a little bit of Izzy's pee.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Linz: The browns went to the Superbowl!!&lt;br&gt;Izzy: ...outside?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Izzy's Titties!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Guys, we are &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; cool. ~Stef&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Went on vacation.&lt;br&gt;Left on probation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Should I just got up there and be like, "Baby, what are you doing??" ~Jaz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There's no bumps in water!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jaz: You gotta wait for the leftovers!&lt;br&gt;Izzy: I don't have leftovers - mine are really packed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Izzy, you could so be good with only four toes. ~Jaz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I had a nickel for every time I said "GUYS!"&lt;br&gt;A nipple?&lt;br&gt;Yeah, then I'd be one fucked up girl with a lot of nipples.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wtf is "anka?" ...anka tell you nothin! ~KY (like the jelly)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Blue vag&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I burp like a freakin frog. ~Izzy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm busy. ~Linz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don't wanna leave them hanging. ~Izzy (in reference to the Cosby kids)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Izzy can we check your tits? ~Dayna&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Y'know what we're gonna double-knot it 'cause these girls are frisky. ~Jaz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I poked your butthole! ~Stef&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My nipples are just hard, man. ~Stef&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanna go out to the sandbar but I'm afraid my nipples will fall off and cut my legs. ~Linz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You could take their heads off, just give me a penis. ~Jaz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See ya later Absolut. ~Izzy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is that from Wet Willy's 'cause I have&amp;nbsp;a wet willy. ~Maeg&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rum, rum and more rum. Party in my pants with rum. ~j9 and Maeg&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our asses might look like assholes. ~Stef&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And some random stuff: The foot, Derek, Bud Light Boy, Jan Dirk, Kaduce (or Kudos), Miami Dolphins, Kiki V, Sex on the Beach shots, mini bottle shadiness, paying one cover all week, PSU fight song at Mansion, mini hamburgers, Mom's NY Pizza, the same CD every day all week, the penthouse, London Boys, and every VIP room in Miami. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCKYYYYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Boooooooooooored</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T01:47:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T01:47:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;:x: name = jeannine&lt;br&gt;:x: piercings = two - one in each ear&lt;br&gt;:x: tattoos = none&lt;br&gt;:x: height = 5'9" &lt;br&gt;:x: shoe size = 8.5 (isn't that kinda small for my height?)&lt;br&gt;:x: hair color = dark brown&lt;br&gt;:x: length = looooooooooong :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;:x: siblings = one for real sister (24), 6 step brothers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAST... &lt;br&gt;:x: movie you rented = wow...I think it was the best of Mike Myers&lt;br&gt;:x: movie you bought = I can honestly say I've never bought a movie&lt;br&gt;:x: cd you bought = Frou Frou - Details&lt;br&gt;:x: person you were thinking of = dunno...could have been Himmy I think!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO... &lt;br&gt;:x: you have a bf or gf = nope&lt;br&gt;:x: you wish you could live somewhere else = yes and I will!!&lt;br&gt;:x: you think about suicide = wow no, never&lt;br&gt;:x: you believe in online dating =&amp;nbsp;believe in it? like is it real? wtf is&amp;nbsp;this? but no it's not for me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;:x: others find you attractive = I guess...I hope so.&lt;br&gt;:x: you want more piercings = I don't think so.&lt;br&gt;:x: you drink = heck yes i do!&lt;br&gt;:x: you do drugs = on occasion&lt;br&gt;:x: you smoke = nope&lt;br&gt;:x: you like cleaning = if i get inspired to do it&lt;br&gt;:x: you like roller coasters = oh yeah!&lt;br&gt;:x: you write in cursive or print = mostly print but I'll change it up once in a while&lt;br&gt;:x: you carry a donor card = my driver's license?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOR OR AGAINST... &lt;br&gt;:x: long distance relationships = hasn't really worked in the past so no&lt;br&gt;:x: using someone = hmm...what for?&lt;br&gt;:x: killing people = against, duh&lt;br&gt;:x: teenage smoking= it's not my decision&lt;br&gt;:x: premarital sex = haha for&lt;br&gt;:x: driving drunk = how is this something you can be &lt;u&gt;for&lt;/u&gt;? i mean yeah it happens...oops but it's not like I condone it.&lt;br&gt;:x: gay/lesbian relationship = definitely for&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAVORITE... &lt;br&gt;:x: food = lasagna...oh and chocolate...wow it's been a long time&lt;br&gt;:x: song = that's impossible there's too many&lt;br&gt;:x: thing to do = eat, dance, sleep, go out, listen to music blah blah blah&lt;br&gt;:x: thing to talk about = ok this is bad but myself!&lt;br&gt;:x: sports = football and hockey&lt;br&gt;:x: drink = alcoholic? Long Island Iced Tea. Non? regular iced tea&lt;br&gt;:x: clothes = jeans and a tee shirt&lt;br&gt;:x: movies = i'm not a big movie person but I looooooove "Snatch"&lt;br&gt;:x: band/singer = Pearl Jam, 311, Frou Frou, Led Zeppelin&lt;br&gt;:x: holiday = my birthday!!!! kidding it's actually depressing...Thanksgiving and Christmas&lt;br&gt;:x: new nerdy saying = "Heck yes I did!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAVE YOU... &lt;br&gt;:x: ever cried over a guy/girl = are you kidding me? god yes...&lt;br&gt;:x: ever lied to someone = yeah&lt;br&gt;:x: ever been in a fist fight =&amp;nbsp;not really&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;:x: ever been arrested = yup...fuckin mexicans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NUMBER... &lt;br&gt;:x: of times I have been in love? = not sure but definitely at least once&lt;br&gt;:x: of times I have had my heart broken? = just once - let's hope that's it&lt;br&gt;:x: of hearts I have broken? = not sure&lt;br&gt;:x: of girls I have kissed? = ummmm 7 i think&lt;br&gt;:x: of boys I have kissed? =&amp;nbsp;wow uh I dunno&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;:x: of drugs taken illegally? = 2&lt;br&gt;:x: of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life = like 3 or 4&lt;br&gt;:x: of people I consider my enemies? = I've learned it's really not worth it so none (I do have a few nemesis-es though haha!)&lt;br&gt;:x: of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? = NO idea...like 3?&lt;br&gt;:x: of scars on my body? = 3 that are readily noticeable&lt;br&gt;:x: of things in my past that I regret? = i'd rather not think about it but it's probably not too many&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAVORITE... &lt;br&gt;:x: disney movie = Lion King!&lt;br&gt;:x: scent = mmmmmmmm cookies&lt;br&gt;:x: word = gesticulate&lt;br&gt;:x: nickname = j9, weiner, j-squad, nini&lt;br&gt;:x: eye color = hazel&lt;br&gt;:x: flower = daffodils, snapdragons&lt;br&gt;:x: piercing = ??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE... &lt;br&gt;:x: pretty = at times&lt;br&gt;:x: funny = yeah but very few other people do&lt;br&gt;:x: hot = rarely&lt;br&gt;:x: friendly = if i wanna be&lt;br&gt;:x: amusing = definitely :-P&lt;br&gt;:x: ugly = yeah sometimes...&lt;br&gt;:x: loveable = eeeek not always&lt;br&gt;:x: pessimistic = no not really&lt;br&gt;:x: optimistic = sometimes&lt;br&gt;:x: caring = not really&lt;br&gt;:x: sweet = yeah&lt;br&gt;:x: dorky = oooooh yeah&lt;br&gt;:x: Spell your first name back wards = eninnaej&lt;br&gt;:x: The story behind your user name = it's the name of the fairy i played in the ballet Sleeping Beauty and my birthday&lt;br&gt;:x: Are you straight? = Yes&lt;br&gt;:x: Where do you live? = Doylestown/State College&lt;br&gt;:x: 4 words that sum you up = &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR - &lt;br&gt;:x: Wallet = faux burberry&lt;br&gt;:x: Hairbrush = boar's hair bristles and red wooden base - sooooo good for your hair&lt;br&gt;:x: Toothbrush = teal and clear&lt;br&gt;:x: Jewelry worn daily = my cancun ring, two arizona rings and the other one my mom got me, small silver hoop earrings&lt;br&gt;:x: Pillow cover = well i just took the sheets off my bed but before they were Blue's Clues!&lt;br&gt;:x: Blanket = down quilt with a flannel cloud-patterned duvet cover&lt;br&gt;:x: Coffee cup = it's got an ASU Sundevil on it!&lt;br&gt;:x: Sunglasses = turtle shell&lt;br&gt;:x: Shoes = wow which ones?&lt;br&gt;:x: Handbag = black leather, pretty small&lt;br&gt;:x: Favorite shirt = thin, long sleeved and belled at the end, light blue shirt from Express&lt;br&gt;:x: Make up = black eyeliner and mascara&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHO or WHAT (was/is/are) - &lt;br&gt;:x: In my mouth = whoa....recently? just my toothbrush&lt;br&gt;:x: In my head = MIAMI!!!!!&lt;br&gt;:x: Wishing for&amp;nbsp;= warmth, a tan, a diet i can stick to, money&lt;br&gt;:x: Fetishes =&amp;nbsp;sexual? none&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;:x: Person you wish you were with: nobody really&lt;br&gt;:x: Something that you are deathly afraid of? = getting cancer and dying&lt;br&gt;:x: Do you like candles = i guess&lt;br&gt;:x: Do you like the taste of blood = ew! NO!&lt;br&gt;:x: Do you believe in love = yes&lt;br&gt;:x: Do you believe in soul mates = no i don't think so&lt;br&gt;:x: Do you believe in love at first sight = hmm...no&lt;br&gt;:x: Do you believe in God: no idea&lt;br&gt;:x: What do you want done with your body when you die: hmm well they can take some of my organs but i guess the rest of me can get buried&lt;br&gt;:x: Who is your worst enemy?: like I said, it's not worth it&lt;br&gt;:x: If you could have any animal for a pet = a tiger&lt;br&gt;:x: What is the latest you've ever stayed up = all night&lt;br&gt;:x: Ever been to Belgium? = random...no&lt;br&gt;:x: Can you eat with chopsticks = not well but yeah&lt;br&gt;:x: What's your favorite coin? = quarter&lt;br&gt;:x: What are 5 cities you wouldn't mind relocating to? = Phoenix, Philly, NYC, DC, Baltimore&lt;br&gt;:x: What are some of your favorite pig out foods? = Doritos, Ben and Jerry's&lt;br&gt;:x: Whats something that you wish people would understand? = me&lt;br&gt;:x: What's something you wish you could understand better? = me&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-02-28T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T21:24:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T21:24:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Holy shit I just got the most amazing email I've ever gotten ever. Ever. Here it is:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"OK, so John, you and I move you to AZ in October, drive out in Sven, buy you a car out there, get you a job with Joann's brother, John and I take a few days to attend the AASPA conference in San Diego, come back to Fountain Hills to see how you're doing, and then he and I drive home. Enjoy the snow!&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Mom"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;FYI: Sven is John's car...it's a Volvo, a Swedish car...get it? Anyway, Joann's brother owns a restaurant out there and knows people so I can get a bartending job or something. Now I know this might not seem like a huge deal to anyone else b/c I've been talking about this for so long and duh this has been my plan all along. Understandable. The bigness here is just the fact that literally out of nowhere, my mother is making these plans. That means that 1. she's on board 2. she approves 3. it's actually going to happen. We all know that I'm all talk and much of what I talk about and plan never really materializes so just having my mother reinforce it is so unbelieveably exciting for me. It means it's real and it's going to happen. If I've convinced her I want to do it enough that I &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; do it and &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; do it...Wow - I'm a happy girl :-)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-02-27T15:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-27T20:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T20:56:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yay I got a new swim suit! Went to Target yesterday and spent money I don't have on a suit I don't need but whatever it's fun. Actually I do kind of need it b/c my pink suit is kind of falling apart. It's reeeeeeally cute though, look!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;here's the top:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/601-3318147-2669706?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B0006FLV4S"&gt;http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/601-3318147-2669706?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B0006FLV4S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and here's the bottom:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/601-3318147-2669706?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B0006FS4U2"&gt;http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/601-3318147-2669706?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B0006FS4U2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure there's a better way to do like...like use a hyperlink or something but I dunno how to do it.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I'm watching Braveheart when I should be doing work for my Comm class and researching my Soc paper but I'm not. Surprised? Yeah me neither. Whatever though, I'm learning about my Scottish (is that only supposed to have one T?) heritage...or something like that. Plus Mel Gibson's hot.&amp;nbsp;This weekend kinda sucked socially but I'm hoping next weekend - MIAMI - will make up for it. I have zero money but I need to get a few things before I go like sunscreen, eyeliner, toiletry stuff, alcohol, food...I dunno if I should even bother b/c I'm going to need what little money I have to go out in South Beach. Soooooo expensive down there. Oh well...easy come easy go. :-P&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok back to Sir William Wallace.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-02-24T15:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T20:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-24T20:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sooooooo I've been a complete waste of life today. I set my alarm for the appropriate time to get up for my Art class, hit the snooze button a few times, looked out the window and saw it was snowing. I don't go to class when it's snowing. But I got up anyway. Checked my email, read my horoscope, checked everybody's away message and turned on the TV. I proceeded to do the exact same thing for the next 4 hours. I played a little Dr. Mario, watched ER and Judging Amy, talked to Andre, talked to Mike, talked to Rhian, checked my email 8 thousand more times. I finally brushed my teeth and put my contacts in before going to the commons to get some food. It was still snowing by the time I got downstairs and out the door, convincing me that I didn't need to go to Soc today, so I didn't. And here I sit at 3:05, in my bathrobe and socks (I never wear pants in my own room) dreading my 4:30 appointment with Dr. Baukus, Head of the Advertising/PR Department. Faaaaaaaaaaaantastic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This guy is going to chew me out. I dunno what to do. I missed a few classes, the last one because I was recovering from THON and he's going to have my head. I talked to my mom about it to get her advice (always a mistake) and she was all well can't you turn this into something positive? Uh yeah, it's just candycanes and fuckin rainbows over here. My grade in this class (Comm 424) is based &lt;strong&gt;entirely&lt;/strong&gt; on the group project. This is the culmination of the Advertising Major. We have no homework, no quizzes, no tests, no final. We have one group project - we have to design an entire advertising campaign for New Balance. Fine ok I can do that. But he keeps making comments in class about people not pulling their own weight and threatening to kick them out of the group, forcing them to do the project - which ends up being a 65 page paper by the way, no exaggeration at all - by themselves. He's talking to me. I can tell. I don't think my group wants to kick me out b/c that's just more work for them to do and they're nice girls - I hope they don't want to. But I just know he's going to rip me apart when I go in to talk with him. Granted it was at my suggestion. I went to his office hours on Monday after I missed class to explain in person why I wasn't there but he was at lunch. I left him a note asking if we could talk after class on Wednesday but when I went to speak with him he just set up a completely different day and time so that I could stress about it that much longer. All I wanted to do was just explain myself and leave. But now it's going to end up being this whole big discussion, I'll probably breakdown and cry, get caught in a lie and end up having to drop the class, thereby pushing my graduation back until August or December and completely fucking up my 5 year plan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok maybe not but still I'm quite nervous. My mother is right - I should turn this into something positive but how in the hell am I supposed to do that??? How do you take missing class and not pulling your own weight in the group into something that makes you look good? You can't, it just doesn't work. I just have to go meet with him, take responsibility for missing class which I am prepared to do, and explain myself. In all honesty I'm not looking to make excuses but I would like a chance to provide reasons...that's different. I missed class and I slacked off - that's not ok, I get it. But I don't need to hear it over and over again. I suppose the best thing I can do is go, be friendly, upbeat, explain myself and agree with everything he may lecture me with. Sigh...wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-02-22T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T22:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T22:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [*] been drunk &lt;em&gt;not recently for me though...like a week and a half&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[*] smoked pot.&lt;br&gt;[*] kissed a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br&gt;[*] kissed a member of the same sex.&lt;br&gt;[*] rode in a taxi.&lt;br&gt;[*] been dumped.&lt;br&gt;[ ] shoplifted&lt;br&gt;[*] been fired.&lt;br&gt;[ ] been in a fist fight.&lt;br&gt;[*] had sex.&lt;br&gt;[ ] had a threesome&lt;br&gt;[ ] snuck out of your parent's house. &lt;br&gt;[*] been arrested.&lt;br&gt;[*] made out with a stranger.&lt;br&gt;[*] stole something from your job .&lt;br&gt;[ ] celebrated new years in times square.&lt;br&gt;[ ] went on a blind date .&lt;br&gt;[*] lied to a friend.&lt;br&gt;[*] had a crush on a teacher. &lt;em&gt;hell yeah Mr. Straub, mmmmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans.&lt;br&gt;[*] been to europe.&lt;br&gt;[*] skipped school. &lt;em&gt;but it's just college so it doesn't count&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[*] thrown up from drinking. &lt;em&gt;I think I'm only up to 4 times though...once a year quota :-P&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] lost your sibling.&lt;br&gt;[*] played 'clue'. &lt;br&gt;[*] had a sleepover party. &lt;br&gt;[*] went ice skating.&lt;br&gt;[ ] cheated on a bf/gf.&lt;br&gt;[ ] been cheated on. &lt;br&gt;[ ] had a quincianera. &lt;br&gt;[*] drove illegally. &lt;em&gt;both before i had my license and damn near every time I'm on 611 after 2am...whoops!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you...&lt;br&gt;[ ] have a bf.&lt;br&gt;[ ] have a gf.&lt;br&gt;[*] have a crush.&lt;br&gt;[ ] feel loved. &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;[*] feel lonely. &lt;em&gt;just a bit sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;[*] feel happy.&lt;br&gt;[ ] hate yourself.&lt;br&gt;[ ] think you're attractive. &lt;br&gt;[ ] have a dog.&lt;br&gt;[*] have your own room.&lt;br&gt;[*] listen to rap.&lt;br&gt;[*] listen to rock.&lt;br&gt;[*] listen to soul.&lt;br&gt;[*] listen to techno.&lt;br&gt;[*] listen to reggae./ska&lt;br&gt;[ ] paint your nails.&lt;br&gt;[*] have more than 1 best friend.&lt;br&gt;[*] get good grades.&lt;br&gt;[*] play an instrument.&lt;br&gt;[ ] have slippers. &lt;br&gt;[*] wear boxers.&lt;br&gt;[*] wear underwear in general&lt;br&gt;[*] wear thongs.&lt;br&gt;[*] wear black eyeliner.&lt;br&gt;[*] like the color blue.&lt;br&gt;[*] like the color yellow. &lt;em&gt;YEAH MORALE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] cyber.&lt;br&gt;[*] like to read.&lt;br&gt;[*] like to write.&lt;br&gt;[*] have long hair.&lt;br&gt;[ ] have short hair.&lt;br&gt;[*] have a cell phone.&lt;br&gt;[*] have a laptop.&lt;br&gt;[ ] have a pager.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] ugly.&lt;br&gt;[ ] pretty.&lt;br&gt;[*] bored.&lt;br&gt;[*] happy.&lt;br&gt;[ ] bilingual.&lt;br&gt;[*] white.&lt;br&gt;[ ] black.&lt;br&gt;[ ] mexican.&lt;br&gt;[ ] asian.&lt;br&gt;[ ] short.&lt;br&gt;[*] tall.&lt;br&gt;[ ] grounded.&lt;br&gt;[ ] sick.&lt;br&gt;[ ] a virgin.&lt;br&gt;[*] lazy.&lt;br&gt;[*] single.&lt;br&gt;[ ] taken.&lt;br&gt;[*] looking.&lt;br&gt;[ ] not looking.&lt;br&gt;[ ] talking to someone.&lt;br&gt;[ ] IMing someone.&lt;br&gt;[*] scared to die.&lt;br&gt;[*] tired.&lt;br&gt;[*] sleepy.&lt;br&gt;[*] annoyed.&lt;br&gt;[*] hungry. &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[*] thirsty. &lt;em&gt;probably...most of the time I'm hungry I'm actually thirsty...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] on the phone.&lt;br&gt;[*] in your room.&lt;br&gt;[ ] drinking something.&lt;br&gt;[ ] eating something.&lt;br&gt;[ ] in your pjs. &lt;em&gt;But I'm not wearing pants...so what else is new?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] ticklish.&lt;br&gt;[ ] listening to music.&lt;br&gt;[ ] homophobic.&lt;br&gt;[ ] racist &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So today is PSU's official 150th Birthday. Yay! Happy Birthday Dear Old State :-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;THON raised $4,122,483.65 this year!!!!!!!!! We broke the 4 million mark and it was just amazing. I can't believe it's over. I spent the Last Four Hours crying off and on and when the announced the total I just broke down I was so surprised and happy. Mom and John came up to finally experience THON first hand and they loved it. It was an amazing weekend for them to witness and I am so proud 1. to be a part of it and 2. of everyone I know who danced. You guys did a wonderfully selfless thing and you should never forget it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIAMI IN 11 DAYS!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Too bad I'm starving to death until then. This low-carb stuff sucks eggs. No really that's like all I can eat. Eggs, meat, fish (hence the little kitty up top dreaming of a fish)&amp;nbsp;cheese, celery and lettuce. And every time I do eat something I'm hungry again 5 minutes later. I suppose I should just keep drinking a whole lot&amp;nbsp;of water to fill up...damn. This better work!!!! :-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leave me love!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-02-13T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T03:44:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T03:44:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Tonight, I made the Box. I put the lid on it and it now resides under my couch where it will stay until I leave this place. I have a similar box at home, under my bed. But I don't want another one&amp;nbsp;- I don't need it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At any rate, I came to a startling revelation recently.&amp;nbsp; I remember sophomore year when Daniel broke up with me - before I went out and drank myself into oblivion - my roommate Elyssa said something to me that will always stay with me. I don't know how she does it - she has this ability to pin people (I mean like know exactly what they're all about) and just be dead on. But anyway, she told me that after witnessing all the drama I went through with Daniel, she thought I was afraid to be alone. I told her she was crazy and I was independent and I could do it, but I was wrong. I think I am afraid to be alone. Since Jordan broke up with me, I think it's been about 2 months now maybe, I've been spending way to much time with Mike and Jack and Pete and I say it's because they're my friends but I think that maybe it's just because I need some sort of constant attention from the leading men in my life - thanks Dad - for like...I dunno what. Validation? But all of this is moot because I'm doing something about it.&amp;nbsp; I was on the phone with my sister and discussing my 5 year plan (I am a huge dork) and she said, "I don't know...aren't you scared to go somewhere that you don't know anyone?" And I immediately replied, "No! It's exciting." And I think I meant it. I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; excited. It is relatively unsettling to pick up, move and start your life on your own but most things that are exciting are a little scary. I'm forcing myself to be alone, totally alone, and be successful. I know I can do it. I know that I can move out there, be independent and not need anyone or anyone's attention to be happy. I know that I can make friends and get settled before ever needing a guy to complete me. I am complete within myself and everything I need I already have - I just have to find it somewhere inside me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Go ahead and think it's cheesy but this is my life, this is my self.&amp;nbsp; I'm growing here! :-P&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. That kinda sucks. Even when I was with somebody I didn't really get down with Valentine's Day. I think it's just a guilt thing...rather unnecessary. But for all those of you that have somebody, lovelovelovelovelove enjoy your day :-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I was attacked today. Unnecessarily. A complete and total character assasination for no reason at all. What's worse is that it's the second time it's happened. I'll admit that it probably would have been better had I ignored the whole thing entirely and didn't respond but come on you know me I can't walk away from a fight. If somebody gets in my face I get right back in theirs. But regardless, this was unprovoked and really broke me down. I was so mad I was shaking and ended up crying. What the fuck? Since when do people get to me like that? Since when do I care about the opinions of the mentally unstable? (Ok cheap shot but deserved). I'm done though. I'm ignoring it and it will go away. And if it doesn't, I will take matters into my own hands and not be held responsible for my actions - partially kidding.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok that's all for now - I've had a kind of rough day emotionally so comments would be nice! &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>coulante421 @ 2005-02-10T18:43:00</title>
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    <content type="html">I've given up chocolate for lent. Mmmmmmmmm chocolate mmmmmmm...NO! This is going to be really hard. In essence I've given up all candy and "sweets" b/c I don't really get down with anything that doesn't have chocolate in it so I'm fucked. Wish me luck though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I came home around 2am and I opened the door and came out of the stairwell and at first noticed one thing: the TV in the common room was gone. A couple minutes later I came back out of my room and the couch and chair were gone too.  I could hear voices down the hall a bit so I followed them and in one of the vacant, doesn't-meet-code rooms on the opposite side of me, I saw a bunch of guys, the TV, the couch and chair as the door was closing. So I go back to my room and IM Jon who lives a couple doors down to see if he's awake or if he knows what's going on. He had no idea but had heard them too so we decided to go over there and check it out. We knocked on the door and after about 5 minutes of "Hang on, man"'s and "Just a second!"'s, they finally opened the door and it reeked of alcohol. I was just like, hey what's going on, do you know nobody lives here? how'd you get in? whatcha up to? There were like 5 or 6 guys who came slinking out of the bathroom where they'd been hiding thinking I was the RA. Turns out they're all freshman just haning out b/c the one kid who answered the door was staying there for a night or two using it as a "safehouse"  (as he called it) b/c he's having problems with his roommate. I didn't really care about the TV or the couch or anything I was just curious - that and I told him that when he finally left that he should let me know b/c I want to take the chest of drawers from that room and put it in mine b/c I don't have enough storage space. I could totally get away with it too. So whatever Jon and I were like oh ok well have fun - we just wanted to know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back to my room and go to sleep and about an hour later, around 3:30 I wake up to someone knocking at my door and it scared the hell out of me. I didn't answer b/c duh I was really confused and not wearing pants but I had to have been those guys. Random much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning around 9:45, the damn fire alarm goes off, waking me up and confusing me even more but thank GOD it stopped after about two chirps and I went back to sleep :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dig this - Freudian Inventory Test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #BACABC" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Freudian Inventory Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oral&lt;/b&gt; (70%) you appear to be overly passive and dependent, wanting things to be given to you instead of working for them.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Anal&lt;/b&gt; (36%) you appear to be overly lacking in self control and organization, and possibly have a compulsive need to defy authority. If you are too scatterbrained, you will not develop much as a person as you will habitually switch paths before you ever learn anything.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Phallic&lt;/b&gt; (53%) you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Latency&lt;/b&gt; (70%) you appear to be afraid or averse to present or future real world responsibilities, this will only make your inevitable transition more difficult, so learn to deal with the real world.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Genital&lt;/b&gt; (36%) you appear to have a conventional, closeminded, and regressive outlook on life. Change is an inevitable and positive part of life, learn to contribute to it, not fear it or oppose it&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/freud.html"&gt;Take Free Freudian Inventory Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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