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  <title>what?</title>
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  <updated>2007-05-24T15:59:41Z</updated>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2007-05-24T11:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T15:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T15:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/ARAMOS.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end' /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:19006</id>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2007-04-24T16:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-24T20:42:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-24T20:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">helllooo, lj&lt;br /&gt;I am in a fantastic-type mood, and so i will un-abandon you for just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my econ exam, and while i guess i don't actually know how i did, it seemed to go better than i could've even asked. god knows why i even took econ in the first place, but i hope to never encounter it again. If i keep it up with this post-stress euphoria though, i might think about enrolling in another class or something. no no no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one grade back so far! in anthrbio 361. what an awesome class. not even just awesome because i did well, but awesome because it was different, and relevant to things i like (e.g., humans, social things, and politics a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more exam to go, and tons of packing and moving. and packing and cleaning and moving. &lt;br /&gt;home for a few days, then starting class and living with ms. farris for a few days, then to canada for birthday fun things, getting a job(eee), moving into the bluehaussss, then being all settled in for summer and wonderful times ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how  the whole world seems a little brighter post-exam.</content>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2007-01-17T13:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T18:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T18:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so when i'm working in the computer labs on campus, i can almost never resist Dreamweaver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~cnusbaum/cnusbaum.html"&gt;http://www-personal.umich.edu/~cnusbaum/cnusbaum.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:18560</id>
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    <title>hello weekend.</title>
    <published>2007-01-11T22:22:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-11T22:22:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sweethearts on Parade- M. Ward</lj:music>
    <content type="html">although this week was one of the slowest (booze convos on monday, tempted to party on tuesday, feeling like friday on wednesday), it turned out to be borderline interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday we almost got into the wrong car while being picked up. hahh, d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was quite an adventure. it involed a date, and strangers at our door. yes, tuesday was creepiest, but what a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a trend, and it leads me to believe that if we continue at this rate we will likely be kidnapped in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it seems that the roommates and i have some sort of knack for befriending pairs of boys who don't go to um. i can name at least three sets, one of which we saw soso much this week. good thing i really enjoy them. how do people get so nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was for bone-collecting at bdubs. yes, you heard right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far thursday has been for 8 hours of class in a row. a long day, no doubt, but secretly i like being busy, plus classes have yet to get too intense.  I was just generally open to new people today, and i met some nice ones in my classes. though it may be too soon to judge, one guy almost made me re-think all of my preconceived notions regarding, gasp, frats. maybe not quite so far, but this kid was just so not-dbag-ish. refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;for the day, and hopefully longer, my academic motivation returned to me. i wish i could learn about so many things. if only there were more time and money. resources are scarce, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the rest of thursday will be for either a) sleep, or b) partytime. either way i would be quite content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i am lunching with my group of friends from calc two semesters ago. that's cute because, hey, they made that class so enjoyable, and i have hardly seen them all year.&lt;br /&gt;and who knows what more adventures the weekend will bring.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:18377</id>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2007-01-08T19:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T01:19:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T01:19:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So decidedly i dislike reading pdfs on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;something about reading lengths of texts on the computer really vexes me. i think it is the clicking and scrolling, the brightness, the efforts exerted to ignore the temptation of infinite internetting, and the ims from people that i like even though i have an away message up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conveniently enough, two of my textbooks are available online via pdf only. So reading on the computer is something i will hopefully grow to like. &lt;br /&gt;it saves lots of money on books. i only spent 200 this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, wait. i like books. i always have. how they look and feel. and how you can highlight, and note-take in the margins. and how they sit on bookshelves. and how you can take them anywhere and read them anywhere...like when you have annoying half-hour breaks in between classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pdfs make my computer act funny. just a little bit more finicky than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am getting over it. hello, technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. a new years resolution or two (or three):&lt;br /&gt;1. less doodling on notes during class. and more productive drawing in the sketchpad/journal/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;2. less craziness. focus, maybe more offline journaling. no more freak-outs. those are dumb, and more importantly they make me feel dumb. so no more feeling dumb.&lt;br /&gt;3. oh, and try not to become completely estranged from brother. i do like him-- at least on those few occassions that we have spoken.</content>
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    <title>hahuhh,oops.</title>
    <published>2007-01-07T00:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T00:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh dear, oh dear, how embarassing. &lt;br /&gt;so i have no recollection of posting that last entry.  &lt;br /&gt;maybe that is a problem. &lt;br /&gt;how did i manage to use html italics in such a state? &lt;br /&gt;good job, self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is laughable, really: &lt;br /&gt;"can i buy a new life, please?"&lt;br /&gt;girl, who says things like that? well, a girl. a dramatic one. &lt;br /&gt;I hate dramatic girls, you know. and now...apparently...i am one. lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get this under control.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so composed, almost always. &lt;br /&gt;That's what you get, i guess. composure is overrated when it is only at the expense of emotional expression. and now i pay, of course.&lt;br /&gt;learning things all the time.</content>
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    <title>okay,</title>
    <published>2007-01-06T07:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-06T07:57:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stupid! &lt;br /&gt;the only word. the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; word.&lt;br /&gt;so awfully, completely, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;can i buy a new life, please?&lt;br /&gt;i am dramatic. god, i hate that. &lt;br /&gt;i hope you don't mind me wasting your lj friends' page.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:17611</id>
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    <title>look at me, posting and things.</title>
    <published>2006-12-28T06:46:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-28T06:46:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm bored with mblog for the time being. maybe just a day or two. &lt;br /&gt;so hey, livejournal, i hope you've been well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i had such a party the other night. oh, dear, once timid self, how you have changed. anyways, I think there are traces of alcohol-smell lingering in the air here, and i think my mom knows and has just chosen the passive route. we keep having conversations like this:&lt;br /&gt;'yeah, you just had twenty or thirty people over..'&lt;br /&gt;'hahh...it wasn't twenty, mommm' (maybe it was like 30+, but i told her 15..eh)&lt;br /&gt;'oh, was it forty or fifty?' &lt;br /&gt;'hahuhh, like i even know that many people... :/'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my efforts to keep such banter lighthearted, there is some underlying bitterness. and the point is that i think she might know. and also, the point is that apparently i am in high school all over again (dramaaauhhhh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and lately emotional instability has been the name of my game. public breakdowns are just the least pleasurable of all things. especially when they manifest themselves as overly sarcastic, and correspondingly hurtful remarks to people who are so kind. i wish i would just stop that. just, stoppit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, break plans are picking up, as i expected. at least for me. &lt;br /&gt;Time spent with old friends today. (some of the ones i really love).&lt;br /&gt;Spencer park holiday reunion party tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Adam's classy holiday soiree tomorrow evening. (get dressy. drink the finest liqueurs.)&lt;br /&gt;You know, New Years. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more time spent with people I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my phone is broken. once again. ze story of my life, in essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufficient, yes?</content>
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    <title>oh no no no.</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T06:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T06:32:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nothing. because i forgot to bring my ipod to the clc</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i will not have my dear laptop for 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS! i shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i survive??&lt;br /&gt;a true test of character, i think. how sad.</content>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2006-09-12T12:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T16:47:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T16:47:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">on mondays, i have one class. &lt;br /&gt;so, what do i do with this free time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well...shop online for unnecessary things, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, really &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) these supercute greeting cards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wheredoibegin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/wheredoibegin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/hey.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)pins like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cloud_front.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/cloud_front.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) funniest/most precious/most unusable thingies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cardme_mixtape.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d46/carrielane05/cardme_mixtape.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me smile more than these things, i dare you. copacetique.com &lt;a name='cutid1-end' /&gt;</content>
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    <title>booooo.</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T23:25:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T23:25:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">let me move in right nowww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i was just a really huge bitch to my mom because she was being annoying, and then i came home to find out that while i was at work she washed all of my school linens, bought me a lamp, and got all of my favorite foods at the grocery store. way to go, mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...now i just feel like a really bad/mean person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the point is that i absolutely cannot wait until the 1st to move in. not at all. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can figure something out to get there earlier.</content>
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    <title>rainy day/ no work/ a good excuse to do nothing.</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T06:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T06:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, today i slept in for what seems like the first time all summer. it felt good, really. it was rainy outside, and even though i had plans to run errands/be slightly productive, i decided that leaving the house really wasnt necessary. the weather provided a perfect excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i danced around my house in pjs until 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;i cleaned my entire room from top to bottom. it took me four hours. yes, it was that dirty. &lt;br /&gt;but it really is beautiful now. especially with all of my clothes organized and in the closet, all of the cushy ikea pillows, a new sidetable, and freshly cleaned/fluffed linens. &lt;br /&gt;after i cleaned it, i just sat, admiring, for another few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, the kinds of things you find when you actually clean your room. like my urban hoodie (finally), and a pair of nail-clippers i had been looking for. turns out the nail-clippers were in my bed the whole time? (apparently i am not a princess?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, later on i saw miss tara renee(one of my favorite people ever). i lent her a dress and shoes for a wedding this weekend, we watched the Motorcycle Diaries (so good), and drank yerba mate (so good) like the classy peruvians that we aren't. &lt;br /&gt;oh, i want to go to south americaaa.(= reason #9238752 why i need to find a job in a2 this year).&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to tomorrow-- a trip to ann arbor. maybe some job-finding, and some whatever else. you know. should be fun though, usually is.</content>
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    <title>yawn.</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T03:56:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T03:56:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;god, thank you mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;in case you didn't realize, there really is nothing to do at a park when it's raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;and so, as it was pouring from about 5.30 to 7.30 this evening, the dedicated staff decided to play some football on the front lawn. &lt;br /&gt;how fun. running, throwing, catching, slipping, sliding, etcetera etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and my team won. whoohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we moved on to volleyball. the court was under water by the time we started. stephanie and i, the only park attendants among 6 lifeguards, had to periodically wring out our sopping shirts and shorts, as we were not allowed to wear bathing suits like everyone else. basically, lots of sand, lots of wetness, slipping, sliding, etcetera etcetera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had to work in wet clothes for the following three hours. &lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it. oh yeah.</content>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2006-07-20T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T00:37:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T00:37:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'd rather dance with you- Kings of Convenience</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today at work, in short:&lt;br /&gt;-bratty middle school bmx-ers making skid marks on the pavilion floor and getting yelled at by me. &lt;br /&gt;-ornery old men yelling at my favorite p.a.'s&lt;br /&gt;-feeling like an idiot in front of our supervisor. &lt;br /&gt;-reading &lt;i&gt;Magical Thinking&lt;/i&gt;. (funniest book, probably ever, p.s.)&lt;br /&gt;-and lots of nothing else interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, the point: my mom has been gone for almost a whole week, and i have yet to abuse the privelege. i had chris pick up some alcohol a few nights ago, but havent had the time or motivation to do anything with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, starting friday, i will be cat-sitting for a girl at work for 10 days. lame as that may sound, she is paying me with a freshly stocked bar, and is encouraging parties at her apartment. so maybe i wont have &lt;i&gt;parties&lt;/i&gt;  persay, but i would not object to gatherings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, by the end of the week i will be swimming in hard liquor. good. great. whatever, someone come help me drink it.</content>
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    <title>some thinking before bed.</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T04:52:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T04:52:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, i have to wake up in 5.5 hours to take mother to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;10 days parentless. &lt;br /&gt;and i have weekends off. yes, plural. two weekends, in fact. &lt;br /&gt;two parentless weekends, 5 workdays in between. &lt;br /&gt;plus the lifeguard comp party on monday, and maybe even a pre-party sunday. exciting. &lt;br /&gt;basically, lots of good things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday after work im going to holland with anitaface until saturday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;ive never been there, but she insists that her friends will love me and i will love them, so sounds like fun-ish.&lt;br /&gt;and it will be nice to get out of the city for a little. (a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the project runway premiere today, doh.&lt;br /&gt;obviously there should not be tv during the summer. because i just dont have time to watch it, and even when i do have time, all the days and times run together, and the chances of me being on my sofa at a certain time on a certain night are just so, so slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for now some sleep. and hopefully there will be fun things happening soon.</content>
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    <title>basically, what she said.</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T06:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T06:58:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">she spilled all over my bead. aw sick. &lt;br /&gt;i only have a full bed! jessie did not come home. also, we're eating popcorn. we have to finish it. or else. you know? &lt;br /&gt;cloves + alcohol X 14978234 = aargh death.&lt;br /&gt;good luck, us at work tmrw. eek. &lt;br /&gt;saturday night, though. whoooo. &lt;br /&gt;kay, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;love, erica and carrie!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:14562</id>
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    <title>the first word that comes to mind.</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T05:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T05:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">listen, i don't work tuesday, wednesday, or friday this week. that's three days off, and that's a lot of free time, people.&lt;br /&gt;here is a list of things that need to happen:&lt;br /&gt;- Laundry&lt;br /&gt;    (i have taken to shopping obsessively to compensate for my constant lack of clean/organized clothes.)&lt;br /&gt;- Room cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;     ( for the first time this summer? sorry, yes) &lt;br /&gt;- whole foods&lt;br /&gt;    ( mother bought light 'n fit yogurt; i need classy granola to make that worth eating.)&lt;br /&gt;- finishing my book, buying more.&lt;br /&gt;     (feel free to recommend.)&lt;br /&gt;- visiting friends i do not see often enough.&lt;br /&gt;- being frugalish. &lt;br /&gt;- abusing substances?&lt;br /&gt;     (even if that only means having insanse amounts of coffee.)&lt;br /&gt;- sleep, duh. &lt;br /&gt;- using that free caribou drink thingy, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;     (or the buy one get one free one! yes, coupons!)&lt;br /&gt;-there was something else important, but now i don't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, you get the point. lets do something fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today Bette from work had a going-away bonfire. whoo, social events outside of work. it was relaxed and funish, and we saw co-workers in their normal clothes. even though we are rookies, and were vastly outnumbered by lifeguards ( vs. park attendants), it was quite enjoyable. i am looking forward to the pre-lifeguard competition party in a few weeks. should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;god, sometimes i cant imagine what i would be doing without this job.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:13881</id>
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    <title>a thing or two or three.</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T06:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T06:38:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i just accidentally deleted this entire entry. and now i will test my memory, and hopefully recover most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, work. it has continued to be good. the people are nice, sarcastic, generally amusing, and they complement me on my jewelery and tell me things like any boy would be lucky to have me. and, it pays money, money that i can spend but should save, and it consumes the time that would otherwise be spent being either un- or counterproductive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, not work. friends. or maybe that should be singular, who knows. occassional drunkenness, bad timing, work is not fun on those particular following days. lack of activity results in many late night, in-car sittings, multiple hour long conversations, and analyzing friends and life in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we drove two 16 year old boys home because they asked us to. because they were not going to make their 11 oclock curfew. that was pretty sketchy. i considered for a moment that they might be trying to rob me. &lt;br /&gt;for the second time in one week, when asked my age, the inquirer responded "no youre not" when i told them 18.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i bet you know how old i am better than i do. why would i lie? do i really look &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; young? and if so, i better look 28 when im 30, and 34 when im 36, and so on and so forth. otherwise i will not be pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other things to catch you up on my life which you care so much about:&lt;br /&gt;my nails are getting long, i bought new perfume, i do not work weds or thurs this week. &lt;br /&gt;i need to go to h&amp;m soonish, i need to stop spending money, i am considering buying a new camera anyways. &lt;br /&gt;i am hungry as always, the book i am reading is slow and boring, and i will fall asleep while reading it once again tonight.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:13734</id>
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    <title>ugh.</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T11:54:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T11:54:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear next door neighbors currently re-doing your roof, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30am is just way, WAY WAY too early to be playing loud, loud [, bad,] rock music from your roof. not to mention the hammering and sawing and various other loud noises that are happening. i mean, isnt the general rule at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; 9?!?! i didnt make this up, did i?!?! jesus, i mean, i actually had to get out of bed to make sure the radio in my room didnt turn itsself on! [and tune itself to a ghastly station]. but &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is how loud it is. i will absolutely NEVER EVER forgive them for this. especially because i dont even have to work until 1pm. 1PM. that is 5.5 hours from now. GOD. GODDDDDDDD. deathh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ps. my cell phone is alive. it was just hanging out in my front lawn for a day or so... for those of you who care.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:13539</id>
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    <title> time in space?</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T08:45:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T08:45:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">some current interests, just so you know, you know?&lt;br /&gt;skinny jeans. &lt;br /&gt;the color yellow. &lt;br /&gt;belts around the waist.[not a recent development as you may know]&lt;br /&gt;mackinac island fudge. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;shoes that do not hurt my feet.&lt;br /&gt;middlesex, the book.&lt;br /&gt;days off. &lt;br /&gt;google earth.&lt;br /&gt;good company. &lt;br /&gt;and kfc mashed potato bowls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new clothes make life better. period.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:13290</id>
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    <title> a bad day.</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T01:33:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-28T01:33:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bought new shorts this morning&lt;br /&gt;the button fell off already.&lt;br /&gt;this event more or less set the tone for my entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work sucked. &lt;br /&gt;i sat in a sweltering room for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;chaldean girls are rude.&lt;br /&gt;i am racist now.&lt;br /&gt;had to work an extra half hour because my supervisor forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get paid for that.&lt;br /&gt;a friend, and therefore 3, bailed.&lt;br /&gt;alcoholless.&lt;br /&gt;people seem cold and uncaring on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;as they do from behind a concession stand screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is shower. &lt;br /&gt;and then stay alone in this parentless, brotherless house. &lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, plans are plans. and i will have to recover them somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hug, please.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>carrielane @ 2006-05-24T01:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T06:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T06:13:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this morning i went to the doctor and he wrote me three prescriptions. yesss, drugs. so hopefully i will get better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i felt pretty sick, i had some plans that i could not cancel. im glad i went out though. it made me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;in three outings, i saw every one of my very best friends. the old, oldest, and new. &lt;br /&gt;[except for one important one, dear jessie, i hope you still exist].&lt;br /&gt;friends are just nice to have sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening hours involved our parking spot, rams horn, a creepy staring witch lady, pseudointellectualish convos, and hash browns. &lt;br /&gt;"i love hash browns; i love life"&lt;br /&gt;"get out of my way; get out of my life" &lt;br /&gt;generally, we generalize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunger is to eating, as ________ is to living.&lt;br /&gt;someone just tell me the answer....if there even is one. we were probably just trying to rationalize how we always want to eat even though we arent always hungry. doh.</content>
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    <title>this afternoon, i realized.</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T22:33:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T22:33:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there are just some people in this world that i will always always love.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:carrielane:12451</id>
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    <title>untitled, i think.</title>
    <published>2006-05-11T04:21:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-11T04:21:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey, summer romance, ready set go. im serious.&lt;br /&gt;where are the cute lifeguards at the park?! non existent, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really i should not complain. today, we sat around for 4+ hours. well, more or less. but some days it really is hard work so i think it balances out. &lt;br /&gt;and, and, starting on friday, i have 5 days off in a row. in a row! i could, like, go on vacation. i want to go to ann arbor for amando's bday party on saturday, or really to just do something fun. but there is no real place to stay, and no car to drive. so...clearly, that plan is not looking so good. but...if anyone has any ideas...share them, please...come with. or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i need to do lots of fun stuff in those 5 days because...well, because i can. and because it is summer and summer is for people and fun [blah blah, summer]. the agenda is filling up, but i need more. more more more! yessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i need to buy a car. like, soon. eep.&lt;br /&gt;and, i think i am going to go running tomorrow. but really, lets see how motivated i am when i wake up in the morning. im guessing i wont be at all. whoops, way to go, i just talked myself out of it as i typed this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, lets have a dance party sometime soon. i miss dancing and music. and drunk dancing and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i am too tired to develop these thoughts any further. but you get the ideas.</content>
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    <title>some things.</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T23:02:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T23:02:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">no work today. and even though work is actually a lot of fun, it is nice not having it for one day i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier we did jessie's birthday type things. and later maybe we will some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, you know, as much as i despise suburbia, it really smells nice in the spring/summertime. that is why i chose to lounge in the backyard today. because, really, that is what backyards are for. lounging. a blanket, a book, kitty curled up next to me, a bug on my arm(...?!), a flower in my hair. its actually sort of nice if you ignore the occasional wails of those bratty little girls that live a few yards away, or the drone of lawnmowers in the distance. yes, besides those things, the backyard is not half bad.</content>
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