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  <title>a torch dragged over one hay bale after another, igniting everything</title>
  <subtitle>Donna</subtitle>
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    <name>Donna</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-24T15:36:32Z</updated>
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    <title>reira @ 2008-03-24T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T15:36:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T15:36:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My grandfather is dying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'll be around much...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:5861</id>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2008-03-19T15:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-19T15:26:15Z</updated>
    <category term="projects"/>
    <category term="bad teachers"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEACHER IS A CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;A DIRTY, SMELLY, CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a presentation today for, uhm, said teacher.  And as of now, I really don't care about it.  I'm tired of stressing over something only to have teachers talk bad about your groups project behind your back anyway (even though it's going to BLOW HER MIND).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets show some professionalism, shall we?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:5619</id>
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    <title>Green!</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T14:37:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T14:37:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy OMFGGREEN Day!  :]  &lt;br /&gt;Who's drinking beer tonight~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's odd how this is the second year in a row that I've had an Irish boyfriend on St. Patty's Day.  And, of course, they make a big deal about it.  Not that I mind, I just think it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning off with a cup of green tea.  Not that the tea actually looked green, but I'm saying that it still counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be my only relaxing day this week.. I only have a simple project presentation to do, not formal or anything, and then that's all.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have another simple presentation, but then I have a formal presentation at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I have a final, then another formal presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I have a final.&lt;br /&gt;And Friday I've driving the long road home for spring break. &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:5275</id>
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    <title>A little color/costume folklore.</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T19:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T19:04:03Z</updated>
    <category term="intersting"/>
    <content type="html">Found this on a fashion psychology site.. thought it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little rhyme that's part of costume shop folklore:&lt;br /&gt;Baste in black--it will be back&lt;br /&gt;baste in green--it won't be seen&lt;br /&gt;baste in red--better to be dead&lt;br /&gt;baste in white--always right&lt;br /&gt;There's variations of course.&lt;br /&gt;The "it will be back" means it will come back to the shop for alterations or repairs or something.&lt;br /&gt;"It won't be seen" means that that costume will be cut from the show so the public will never see it.&lt;br /&gt;Basically basting is best in white because some colored dyes are fugitive and will mark the fabric they are basted with, particularly red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the tanning bed today, got a little pink in some places but otherwise I look okay.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:4931</id>
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    <title>And we're almost done, ladies and gentleman.  </title>
    <published>2008-03-12T15:36:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T15:36:37Z</updated>
    <category term="finals"/>
    <category term="end of quarter"/>
    <content type="html">Source Book is officially done, turned in, graded, and over with!  Now I want to smack my teacher across the head with it.  I did fairly well, overall, and I'm still convinced that its just because shes a horrible teacher.  She said that in order to maintain my A- in the class, I would need to make 145/150 on the final exam next week.  &lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll be making a B.  &lt;br /&gt;Her exams are hard as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday is officially our last day of classes for this quarter.  I'm relieved.  Next quarter won't be easy, either, since it's mostly all business classes, along with a Textiles class with the same horrible teacher I have now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:4655</id>
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    <title>reira @ 2008-03-10T12:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T16:13:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T16:13:22Z</updated>
    <category term="finals"/>
    <category term="dad"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <content type="html">Getting ready to go to class in a few, but a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came to visit me this weekend.  We didn't really do much other than go look at stores and go out to eat, but either way it was fun.  I wanted him to meet Adam, but Adam didn't come back in time.  He got back quite late, actually, around 10 or 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm done with these two weeks, I'll be fantastic.  Finals will be over and I'll have my spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is doing well!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:4477</id>
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    <title>Beating up the wrong guy.</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T07:35:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T07:35:26Z</updated>
    <category term="adam"/>
    <category term="dream"/>
    <category term="dad"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <category term="james"/>
    <lj:music>Life on Mars? - David Bowie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I need to look up what rape in a dream means.  Lets say I spent most of the morning thinking, unpleasantly, about what happened in my dreams last night.  I probably don't need to say who was in the dream, but for the record it was James.  Of flipping course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is feeling quite down today.  He said he's afraid of losing me.  He's not, of course. I would normally tell him about any upsetting dreams I have, but due to the circumstances of how he's feeling and what my dream consisted of, I don't think I will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school till 1:30 am working on schoolwork and I'm still not done.  My dad is coming into town tomorrow through Sunday, so I won't get a chance to work on it till Monday.  How unfortunately stressful.  :\</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:4236</id>
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    <title>stupid stupid stupid</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T16:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T16:55:44Z</updated>
    <category term="class"/>
    <category term="medicine"/>
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    <content type="html">Count on me to be an idiot and not think twice about my medicine.  &lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  I hate myself sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm supposed to take this really powerful antibiotic, Cipro, twice a day.  It's 500 MG a pill.  I missed last nights dose, so I figured I would just take two this morning.  WRONG.  Within half an hour, I was vomiting and shaking and couldn't even stand up straight.  So, I call my mom, since she's taken it before, and she said that I should call the pharmacist to see if I need to go to an emergcy room.  After no luck with the pharmacy, I call a poison control center and eventually get some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay, but my stomach is in a lot of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed class last week to go to the doctor to get this medication, and now I'm going to miss class this week because my dumbass OD'd on the medication.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:3901</id>
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    <title>reira @ 2008-02-26T16:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T21:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T00:29:46Z</updated>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <category term="survey"/>
    <lj:music>Hours Pass Like Centuries - Taken by Trees</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1--Answer the questions below&lt;br /&gt;2--Take each answer and type it into Photobucket (&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3--Take any picture from the first page of results and post. (click on the picture and copy the HTML code) Dont explain, it's funnier that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.What is your name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc230/Mother2MyBoys/Donna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What month were you born in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa251/CARNATION74/september.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's your favorite hobby?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg2/NexPictures24/photography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What's your favorite TV show?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f143/kate35/buffy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's your favorite color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s112/_Nik-iCons/green_life____by_gnato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Who's your crush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o268/jeriah187/John-Lennon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What's your favorite movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/apetiteill/fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Who's your favorite Disney princess?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o226/aubrienella/pocahontas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. The name of your pet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u277/xnluvbp_album/boom.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What's your dream vacation spot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee91/udguardguy/London.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What's your favorite dessert?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l267/LuellaMay/Food/TortugaRumCake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What's your favorite letter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f140/flipfromqnz/letter-d1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What are you most afraid of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff190/cloneco/bush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Your last name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j69/apegram/100_2288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What's your favorite time of day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z96/annayuzeth101/tea.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What's your favorite accessory?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n134/xxxkarleyxxx/.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What's your favorite beverage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e136/FireGirly2/tea_300x193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. One word to describe yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii47/claud321/short.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:3776</id>
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    <title>reira @ 2008-02-25T19:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T00:52:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T00:52:42Z</updated>
    <category term="kidney infection"/>
    <category term="adam"/>
    <category term="love"/>
    <content type="html">I have been in so much pain today... it's ridiculous.  My kidney infection came back, or actually, never quite went away, and it hurts way worse than before.  I had to miss class today and go to the doctor.  He gave me some very strong antiboitics, but no good meds for the pain, which is what I WANT, because holy shit this fucking hurts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having to take some downer cough syrup that I had left over (for emergencies only) just to get rid of the pain.  I don't feel high, but the pain is mostly gone.  I don't have a lot of cough syrup left, though, and only one downer pill.  Hopefully the pain goes away quick enough I won't have to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my weekend was fantastic.  The party was amazing, and Adam and I grew really close.  I can see this turning into love.  I don't want to sound childish when I say it, but I'm serious.  I like that idea, but at the same time.. he'll be leaving within a year or two.  I can't leave, I still have school.  I don't want to think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm going to make it to class tomorrow, but I will somehow.</content>
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    <title>Sorry for the lack of updates.</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T16:04:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-20T16:04:19Z</updated>
    <category term="pharmacy"/>
    <category term="mom"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <category term="trip"/>
    <lj:music>Help! - The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">These past two weeks have been crazy.  Craaazy!  I've been at school nonstop to work on my fashion projects.  I think they came out pretty well, though.  The one, I could've done better, because I only made a 91, which at my school is a B+.  Hopefully my next one, the Style Guide, which I've been slaving over in InDesign will be better.  The only thing wrong with it is that when I had it binded at Kinko's, the binding went through some text.  Ugh.  I should've realized that would happen earlier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a struggle with my Pharmacy, too.  I called them Monday to fax my Doctors Office in New Bern so I could get my birth control filled.  They didn't do it, and since I'm going out to town tomorrow and need it by Sunday, there's no telling when I'll get it.  When I called a few minutes ago, though, they seemed to be on their game again.  Hopefully I can either get it tomorrow before I leave, or I can come back early on Saturday or Sunday and get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Asheville with Adam tomorrow to see Dead Meadow.  It's a two and a half hour drive, so we'll have to leave directly after my class ends at 3, though hopefully I'll be out by 2:30.  I just want to beat the traffic, you know?  Then, after the show on Thursday, I'll be doing most of the driving back to his house in the Mountains, since he will no doubt be somewhat drunk.  I'll drive long enough so that he can at least sober up, then maybe when we get closer he can take over.  It'll be really late/early morning, either way.  Wish us lots of luck on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kidney infection seems to be all cleared up.  When I told my mom today, she said something really kind of funny.  She asked if I was aware that most anti-biotics lower the effectiveness of Birth Control, so I would need to use... other means of protection.  It was just funny because her and I don't ever talk about that, and we've never talked about if I was having sex or not.  I told her I knew, though, and that I had finished the anti-biotics and everything was fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not a whole lot else has been going on.  I have to go back to school at 12:30 for my advising appointment for classes next quarter, and then I have class at 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is doing well.  :]</content>
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    <title>the sun is weary</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T00:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T00:20:17Z</updated>
    <category term="kidney infection"/>
    <category term="bladder infection"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <category term="animazement"/>
    <lj:music>The Sun is with You - SeepeopleS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went to the doctor.  Yeah, I don't have a full on Kidney Infection, but it's in the workings and he said it was good that I went to the doctor when I did, or else it would've gotten a lot worse.  I'm so bad at technical terms, but something that was supposed to be at a level 0 was at a level 500, so that was very bad.  He gave me antibiotics to take, though, and said that if the pain gets a lot worse to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not a lot has been going on.  I've literally spent every day at school for the past week and a half to finish up schoolwork.  Still not completely done, but now I shouldn't be as busy as I was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is doing well.  Everyone talking about Animazement has me really eager about it, I soooo hope I can go.</content>
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    <title>Anyone know anything about..</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T00:21:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T00:21:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Kidney infections?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have one, but I haven't gone to the doctor yet.  My mom said she's been hospitalized a couple of times for one and is urging me to go asap.  I don't know when I'll have the time, though, with all my classes and schoolwork, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.</content>
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    <title>Something's not right here</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T02:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T02:59:36Z</updated>
    <category term="adam"/>
    <category term="drugs"/>
    <category term="pills"/>
    <lj:music>Lux Aeterna - Clint Mansell</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I didn't expect myself to be this moody today.  &lt;br /&gt;I went from productive, successful, slightly-optimistic feeling to worried, self-loating, and almost harmful behavior.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All from thinking about drugs.  Fuck.  I wish Adam hadn't told me about the hydrocodon his uncle gave him.  Just because he can take pills and no get addicted doesn't mean that I can.  I'm trying to stay off, recover from getting caught, and just when I'm getting to where I don't want one every day, he tells me this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and doesn't even offer it to split it with me, which I don't know if I should feel hurt about or not&lt;/s&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to thinking about how all these people I went to high school with must look at me so differently since I "changed".  Yeah, I fucked up, I made some mistakes and wrong choices.  I was druggie Donna for a little while, but I was still Donna.  And now I'm Donna, and... well.  It's hard to be Donna sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to sleep.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:2513</id>
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    <title>embedded in my head</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T23:35:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T23:35:14Z</updated>
    <category term="adam"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <content type="html">So, it was like 75 degrees here today.  In FEBRUARY, wtf.  With weather like this, it's no wonder I shake worse than a chihuahua when it's cold.  Jeez.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went well.  I got to see Adam after class, which was joyful.  I treated us to Hershey's ice cream and then we went to a park. I hadn't had Hershey's ice cream in so long, and it reminded me of how GOOD it is!  Oh god, it's a good thing I'm poor, or I'd be at the store all the time just eating it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some homework to do tonight.  Ugh.  I might put it off, it's not due till 1 PM tomorrow anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was telling me today that he saw this chick, Fernanda, who I don't really like.  He said she was flirting with him a little yesterday, and then Mario came up and she started flirting with him.  I'm not surprised (and really don't care) about her flirting with Mario, since she did that even when we were dating, but Adam?  Not cool.  I might've actually gotten jealous this time.  Oh my.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:2240</id>
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    <title>reira @ 2008-02-03T11:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-03T16:18:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-03T16:18:16Z</updated>
    <category term="bored"/>
    <content type="html">I already ate, but I'm still hungry. Arrh.  I really need to go to the grocery store, but Amy is asleep, and it would be rude if I went without her, since she needs groceries too.  I wanted to go early, though, before the after-church rush.  Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept calling me last night after I had gone to bed. It made me feel pretty lame that everyone else was out doing stuff, and I was asleep.  I really have no life on the weekends.  It's all homework, homework, homework.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:1974</id>
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    <title>A boring weekend of homework ahead.</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T02:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T03:17:24Z</updated>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <category term="global warming"/>
    <category term="help me find"/>
    <lj:music>Pucifer - REV 22:20</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmm, I'm having a hard time finding good quality images of costume design illustrations.  I need 10 images for my flash project, and I'd love to use the images in 50 Costumes/50 Designers but I don't know how to acquire them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep searching, but in the meantime, if anyone knows a good site for any kind of fashion illustrations, could you please let me know?  :]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my entries have been pretty boring as of late, here's &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c62/__alkemi/wildnight.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I screencap'd that from the 300 Parody with cats.  It's hilarious, and you can watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEdJdGlUmbc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do polar bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b69/oliverkm/POLAR%20BEARS/polar_bears.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jared Leto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m271/mayalofgren/jared-leto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have in common? &lt;br /&gt;(besides being adorable) &lt;br /&gt;Global Warming.  &lt;br /&gt;Watch 30 Seconds to Mars new video, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aY9LGZu3y3o"&gt;"A Beautiful Lie"&lt;/a&gt;, then visit www.abeautifullie.org to find out what you can do to help.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c62/__alkemi/1-29001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And this, because oh god, it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKNzEvK_5u8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKNzEvK_5u8&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:1738</id>
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    <title>Just a thought</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T01:25:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T01:28:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Run Run Run" - The Velvet Underground</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If you haven't read, or thought about reading Skinny Bitch, you should.  It's amazing, hands down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's changed my who perspective on food.  Now you'll think two, three, four times about what you're putting in your body.  It's &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look at it on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Skinny-Bitch-Kim-Barnouin/dp/0762424931"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.skinnybitch.net/"&gt;offical website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:1435</id>
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    <title>Fucking dreams.</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T16:11:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T16:11:56Z</updated>
    <category term="adam"/>
    <category term="dreams"/>
    <category term="mario"/>
    <category term="ex-boyfriend"/>
    <lj:music>Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Down Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, these Ex-boyfriend dreams are just getting out of hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had two about Mario.  I don't understand what my subconscious is trying to tell me.  I mean, Adam and I aren't officially dating or anything, he made that pretty clear last night, but I also really enjoy being with him.  I had a great time last night, and for a while it almost seemed as cute as a chick flick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHY can't I get these people out of my dreams?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam keeps saying that if someone from my past were to come back and apologize, and ask for me back, I would go to them.  This annoys me because it's not necessarily true.  And would never happen.  But the more he keeps saying it, and the more I keep having these dreams, I'm beginning to wonder.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:1180</id>
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    <title>Please don't  strip my mind</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T21:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T21:45:09Z</updated>
    <category term="parents"/>
    <category term="adam"/>
    <category term="source book"/>
    <category term="english paper"/>
    <lj:music>Strip my mind - RHCP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I finished the first section of my source book, finally.  It's due Wednesday, so either Monday or Tuesday I guess I'll get it printed at school.  It looks pretty bland to me, but it's only the first section.  It'll get more interesting as I go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a paper to write for English on Jane Austen.  Hmm.  I'm procrastinating hardcore on that one because it's only supposed to be two pages.  I'm used to having to write five or six page papers, so this will be a piece of old fashioned jam cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essan called me last night around midnight, crying.  We were on the phone for almost an hour.  I think she's doing better now, but I hope she calls again if she needs to.  Adam called today saying how hard it was to find a job in Charlotte (I know!), and how all he does on weekends is argue with his parents, so he's going to stop going home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy still hasn't woken up yet.  It's almost five.. I don't know how she can stand to have 8 o clock classes if she sleeps in this late.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:828</id>
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    <title>A dream is not a wish your heart makes.</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T16:02:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T11:03:50Z</updated>
    <category term="dream"/>
    <category term="james"/>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night about James.  I kept listening to "Run" by Snow Patrol yesterday before I went to bed.. and that was a song that I always associated with him.  And lately, I've been listening to the mix CD's he gave me before I moved.   And then my lovely mother had to go and mention that she hadn't seen him at the Harris Teeter in her town, where he works, in a while and asked if maybe he had moved.  So, he was apparently subconsciously  on my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, he had come to Charlotte for whatever reason, and brought his new (pretty but annoying scene girl, I might add) girlfriend with him.  We met up to go out to eat, we being him, his girlfriend, me, and some guy that I had brought.  I don't know who the guy I brought was, but I didn't like him that much so I don't know why I brought him along.  All throughout the dream James seemed distant and almost angry.  His girlfriend, however, was very taken by me and kept asking if I wanted to hang out with them, go to clubs, etc.  I politely refused but she kept insisting, saying that I knew where everything in Charlotte was anyway.  James then spoke up and said he could find a club by himself, and left the both of us (us two girls, I don't know where my guy friend went) alone.  James doesn't even go to clubs, to my knowledge.  He doesn't seem the clubbing type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling pretty nostalgic, to say the least.  &lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad as a dream I've had before with him, where he was yelling and making me feel like overall crap.  &lt;br /&gt;When I had the previous dream, I was with Mario.  Now I'm with Adam and have another dream.  Wtf, will this crap ever stop?</content>
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    <title>Something something.</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T22:43:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T22:43:02Z</updated>
    <category term="projects"/>
    <category term="no job"/>
    <category term="james"/>
    <lj:music>Foo Fighters - Everlong</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the apartment to myself tonight, all the roommates have class.  It's so nice to just be able to sit and play my music without interruption.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of schoolwork to do still, before next week, but I did finish two projects today.  One, a collage on "Fear" for Art &amp;amp; Design Concepts, and a flash animation for Intro to Authoring (along with my style journal that's due tomorrow, though that's not major).  Now all I have to do is write my essay for English 2 and do the first section of my Source Book for Fashion Product Knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well otherwise.  No drugs, and if I drink it's very little, and only beer.  I still haven't found a job, but I know a lot of people that are having a hard time with that.  Charlotte apparently isn't the best area to be finding a job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some really cute clothes at Target, and I'm wondering if I should get them.  I still have some money on my gift card, but it's only $30 or so.  I should save it for groceries, but... :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've sworn I had more icons on my computer, but I guess I don't.  I'll have to go icon hunting soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car today, a song came on that made me think of James.  Of course, thinking about James made me sad.  I wonder if there will be a time when I can think of him and not care.  Or just not be sad. </content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:reira:352</id>
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    <title>reira @ 2008-01-13T14:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T19:50:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T19:50:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so, this is sribbld?  Neat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to keep this updated.</content>
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