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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 22:54:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ITS THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE...</title>
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  <description>hop on over to shadowofrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it explains everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this journal will be deleted soon... as everything is now saved on shadowofrain.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 18:02:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Perpetually Turned On and Learning to Turn Off.</title>
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  <description>I had a dream last night that was so good, it hurt to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 of us got all dressed up and went out to dinner for Chris&apos; 21st birthday. He had a glass of wine and we all enjoyed delicious Italian food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were&amp;nbsp;five&amp;nbsp;things I could have done this weekend: A Dance Festival in New York, The screening of Andrew&apos;s movie in New York, Visting Emily in New Hampshire, Going home for my Jordan&apos;s birthday party, or a Burlesque Expo in Boston. I am doing none of those things and I feel pretty darn good about that. This weekend is for gymnastics, snuggling, sleep and hopefully getting&amp;nbsp;a lot of work and cleaning done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note: I found my old Fiction Press account. Most of what I wrote seems silly to me now, but I was reading my one story, &quot;Ink&quot; and realizing how much potential it had. I&apos;m considering going back and editing what I have to make it tighter and perhaps continuing the story. If anyone would like to read it and give me some critique, that&apos;d be fantastic.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 14:17:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Why I Love* My Friends</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #4a9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla Mud Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(3:22:34&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Monotype Corsiva&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It&apos;s like Magic. But better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azuel0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(3:23:30&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Better than magic?&amp;nbsp; Like peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #4a9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla Mud Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(3:23:36&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Monotype Corsiva&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;and my hallmates, I&apos;m sure, are upset with you due to the laughing they now have to deal with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #4a9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla Mud Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(3:23:43&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Monotype Corsiva&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;which is my way of saying &quot;Lol&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azuel0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(3:24:58&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;amhisauwydttltnhtdw&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azuel0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(3:25:01&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;lol is way easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speaking of love, Gabe and I may be having a Third Anniversary Celebration soon.&amp;nbsp;Details to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 06:13:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Snow day, a Happy 21st Birthday to Chris, and a Happy Valentine&apos;s Day to all!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Hampshire College had a Snow Day today. It felt really good, like I was a little kid again. No one else seemed to really understand though. I went around Saga at lunch going, &quot;Snow day! Snow day! Snow day!&quot; And people were sort of like, &quot;...&quot; And then I said, &quot;Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!&quot; and people were like, &quot;...&quot; And then I was like, &quot;Happy Birthday Chris!&quot; And we had a surprise party for him (It was sort of a surprise&amp;nbsp;for us too, as his mom ordered him a cake at Atkins, a local store, and called Ellen to have her pick it up but she really went out to dinner with Chris while Jacob and I picked the cake up and told everyone to come to the B3 lounge to eat it when Chris and Ellen got back... so it was a surprise for everyone.) and then I went hiking up a mountain in the woods with Colin for two hours in the snow with the stars. Now I&apos;m working on a new and excitingly beautiful celtic knot and going to bed all cuddled and warm. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 18:21:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello Mother, Goodbye Sister.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Six O&apos;clock in the Morning: a lovely hour to be waking up for&amp;nbsp;your 9:00am&amp;nbsp;bus,&amp;nbsp;stretching, maybe taking a shower and eating breakfast after a good night&apos;s rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six O&apos;clock in the Morning: a lovely hour to be just getting to sleep after a wonderful night of talking and spending time with people you care about with the knowledge that you have the rest of the day to sleep in and lounge about at your leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six&amp;nbsp; O&apos;clock in the Morning: possibly a lovely hour to be just getting to sleep after a wonderful night of talking and spending time with people you care about while still needing to wake up for your 9:00am bus, I&apos;m just not sure yet as I believe my brain is still sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 03:10:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hoping for a Snow Storm.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Today I woke up and I danced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;What&apos;s Up With Hampshire College - Through the Less Than 20/20 Vision of Lindsay the Great&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My classes and my free time (because let&apos;s face it, they&apos;re pretty much the same thing):&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I explored my skeleton. It was actually quite an interesting experience, and I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t think my&amp;nbsp;lower spine is very happy with me. Except that I&apos;m no longer sure it is my spine and it may simply be muscle, which would make me&amp;nbsp;sleep a lot easier knowing I wasn&apos;t doing any damage to my vertebre. Later, I pulled my mat out from under my bed and put it along one side of my wall and came up with a new way to stretch my splits. I feel like I made significant progress, which is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the long and complicated task of trying to&amp;nbsp;clean and organize my room, which means that I can no longer enter or exit&amp;nbsp;via my door. Good&amp;nbsp;thing I have a nifty window only four&amp;nbsp;feet off the ground.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately I feel as if my room will not become remotely close to clean until Wednesday or even Thursday, as I am going home tomorrow to welcome my mom back from Germany and to see my sister off to Colorado and tonight I&apos;m finishing the movie Cabaret with Victoria in honor of the spring show. Early this evening I had my first Softgoods workshop and I made a pouch and a pillow case! Horray! Next Monday we start on making messenger bags, which is totally exciting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Making of a College 2.0 (which is a silly title that I am rather opposed to) and the Trustee Dinner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampshire closed down all of the places a student could&amp;nbsp;eat lunch in. Those places being Saga and&amp;nbsp;The Bridge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Robert Crown Center&apos;s gymnasium was then used as a lunch and an all community meeting venue simultaneously. It seemed quite ineffective. No one paid much attention, and whatever was listened to was fairly unimportant and uninspiring. It did not make me feel more apart of the community nor did it make me feel like I was apart of the shaping of the future of Hampshire College. I feel like there is such potential and yet, no one is going about this the right way. Except maybe Jacob and TK who were talking about making &quot;The Making of a College 2.0&quot; a class, which would be quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;attended the Trustee dinner with Jacob on Friday. The food was the fancy kind of food that you&apos;re not quite sure what it is, and it tastes expensive and it certainly&amp;nbsp;isn&apos;t bad, but you can&apos;t have too much of it either.There was much talk of Hampshire, and it was intensely interesting to hear what everyone had to say about it. There were a lot of different perspectives coming from people in very different places. One&amp;nbsp;teacher, some alumni, and some who-knows-how-they-were-connected people. I was hugely impressed with what Jacob had to say and how he presented his thoughts of Hampshire - I don&apos;t know if anyone else could do half as good of a job as he is doing as the student Trustee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will wake up and dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 04:04:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Downpour.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;&apos;cause there&apos;s beauty in the breakdown...&quot;&gt;It started small, like most things. It was just, little mood swings here and there. Nothing too serious. And I guess it&apos;s not too serious now, either. I mean, I haven&apos;t dropped out of college yet, right? But maybe that&apos;s not the point. Maybe it&apos;s wrong to stay here. It&apos;s not even that I&apos;m unhappy here, exactly, I&apos;ve just felt...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to feel numb or else I feel too much. I have to act like I feel numb or else I won&apos;t be able to stay inside this shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to sit in my dark room alone and write poetry with my tears, right? Well, maybe. But I&apos;d write good poetry.&amp;nbsp;(Inside joke, hah hah... hah.) Except now I&apos;m the only one on the inside. I really am writing for myself here, but also for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Lindsay. I used to hate Livejournal because it was a place where people could complain and cry and mope and angst and expect people to react to them. So whenever I feel dissatisfied with (insert words like &quot;my life&quot; or &quot;myself&quot; or &quot;the world&quot; here) I am disinclined to write about it here. I feel like if I did, I would only disapoint myself. Only this time I am not disapointed. I am moved by an emotion that is fighting this decent into numbness. So I am writing for myself, and for you too. Because the more we read, the better off we are. And if this doesn&apos;t make sense, then it wasn&apos;t supposed to and if it does, maybe you&apos;ll understand my life a little bit more, and maybe - just maybe - this might help someone or they might be able to help me. We can help each other out because life is too big and too wonderful and terrible to go at it alone. So I am going to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not, exactly, want to be here. Here meaning at Hampshire College. But I don&apos;t want to go home, either. I want to be no where in particular and everywhere in general. I want to travel. I want to start walking until I reach the ocean (in either direction) and then I want to cross that ocean somehow and then continue walking. I want to do the millions of things that everyone says they want to do before they die, but the truth is most people die before they do even&amp;nbsp;half the things they wanted because they didn&apos;t have enough time, because they were too busy, because other things got in the way.&amp;nbsp;There is very little in my way. I have ties to people here, of course, but if truth be told the ties are not that strong. I don&apos;t mean to say I don&apos;t like the people around here, for sure I do and I would freely admit that I love some of them and I&apos;m deeply in love with some others... simply, the connections are not as such that I need to physically be with them right now. I would feel comfortable letting go for the time being, with the intention of hopefully coming back to these same people at a different time. Keeping in touch, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m in college, and I&apos;m learning a lot but here&apos;s the thing. I&apos;m learning about how much I have left to learn. The&amp;nbsp;questions only lead to more questions. I am suddenly flooded with hundreds of things I want to learn and see and do and live and be. I want to blacksmith, I want to do photography and graphic design and I want to write creatively and also non-fictionally and I want to be a tomb raider and I want to speak more languages, like German&amp;nbsp; and Spanish and I want to read Ancient Greek and Egyptian and I want to learn more ancient history and study mythology and I want to make movies and I want to learn to play the flute and the piano and I want to learn how to make websites and I want to make T shirts and I want to start my own business and I want to do gymnastics and circus and handbalancing and aerials and I want to be a Ninja and learn martial arts and I want to be flexible and I want to live in the woods and I want to grow my own food and I want to hitch hike and I want to see the sun rise and set&amp;nbsp;in Africa and I want to dance and do contact imrpov and I want to learn to cook exotic things and I want to street perform and I want to climb mountains and live out of a backpack and go swimming and I want to make stained glass and draw celtic knots and spin fire and I want to become financially independent and I want to own a home and I want to have a kitten and I want to make my own clothes and I want to go star gazing and sleep outside and I want to climb trees and go into outer space and I want to rock climb and sky dive and I want to make a table out of wood and I want to recycle more and compost more and I want to stop using gas and I want to make a different in the world and I want to pick up litter and I want to help educate people and I want to eat organically and I want to stop being a consumer and I want to read more books and bake more cookies and blow more bubbles and laugh, always laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I don&apos;t feel as if I&apos;m doing all that I could be. It is so easy to slip into patterns and throw a few handstands and call it progress but I want something more dramatic. And maybe life isn&apos;t that dramatic and maybe what I&apos;m looking for is almost impossible but I saw this move, &quot;Harry and Maude&quot; and it made me so intensely happy while also being quite sad because I want that sort of impulsiveness. And it&apos;s a mindset, I understand, and I could have it here if I tried but I feel like my impulsive drive is saying, &quot;Go out and drink the world!&quot; and I don&apos;t feel attached to things here. Realistically I would perhaps take a year off next year and just go, starting this summer and ending whenever I wanted, working and living my way through the world. But my subconcious is screaming &quot;now&quot; and I&apos;m not attached to things in Circus for the spring show - at this point, at all. In fact, I feel very unattached to the spring show at this point in time, and I guess that&apos;s sort of disapointing because I&amp;nbsp;want to be really dedicated to the Circus,&amp;nbsp;but I&apos;m not entirely comfortable for some reason, and I feel sort of side-lined and inadequent.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m not extremely attached to anyone like I used to be attached to tim, and I&apos;m not particularly attached to my family either, and I&apos;m not particularly attached to classes, as wonderful as they are, they&apos;re not anything I couldn&apos;t take again, and I have the money... at least to start off. I am attached to Excalicon, but not so much so that I could just hand off my duties, I suppose. I don&apos;t feel as if I&apos;m a necessity at this point, although I do know how vital it will be that people are really... I suppose midway through that sentence I realized how many things I do feel like I&apos;m supporting Jacob in. But maybe I&apos;m overestimating my need, I&apos;m not sure. I mean, I&apos;m frequently the one helping with Omen layout until all hours of the morning, however, I don&apos;t feel as if I&apos;m necessarily an active helping role, I&apos;m just there. It&apos;s hard to weight your own presence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this said the other half of my feelings lately have come from being quite stressed out. And it&apos;s little things like dates and times I&apos;m supposed to remember for things and the fact that I feel like I&apos;m probably forgetting a lot and I don&apos;t want to miss things but it&apos;s so hard to keep track of my life. I tried to write things down in a pocket calender book thing but it&apos;s not really working. And I would say I should write myself a bunch of to do lists and calenders and leave them in my room, but I&apos;m so very rarely in my room that I feel as if that would not be helpful. And speaking of being so very rarely in my room, that&apos;s another reason life is stressful. I have a million and six things that should be put away and organized and I&apos;m never really here to do it. Maybe I should just be spending more time here? It&apos;s so easy to fall into patterns, but I&apos;m afraid that, though the patterns are nice and wonderful and sweet and everything, that maybe they are patterns I should break out of? And this is where communication is important, of course.&amp;nbsp;And I cannot expect that this will be the way communication is facilitated, so therefore I will do my best (more than my best, self, I need to just do it) to have a conversation sometime in the very, very near future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has made me tired (?) so it is time to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 17:52:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In Search of Adventure.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not sure what it was, exactly: the music blaring into the quad, the dream of stagnent emotional build up, the thought of grass and adventure...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 21:57:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Teaching Myself German, Not Meeting &quot;Requirements&quot; and How Good Dance is for Me.</title>
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  <description>I am taking two dance classes. Dance as Art Form and Contact Improv. That means I dance for an hour and a half four days a week. In addition to this I take a gymnastics class for an hour on Saturdays (and hopefully Wednesdays soon!) Circus practices will begin in earnest starting this Sunday.&amp;nbsp;And tonight I&apos;m going to see a Cirque Eloize show &quot;Rain&quot; which I am terribly excited about. This is the good part of my life, which is a significant junk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped Computer Animation. I believe I made the right decision for myself, however I think I may have some problems with the way I work. I avoided doing the work, and it was only the first week. I&apos;d already started to fall asleep in the class... the second class in the semester. I have no real experience and even the basic background things he&apos;d mentioned, like photoshop, I have zero experience in. Unless I remember back to my 7th grade Greek Mythology project. There were a few people on the waitlist who REALLY wanted/needed the class. So I dropped it.&amp;nbsp;Which leaves me without a Cognitive Science class for my Div I... which my advisor does not know about yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is never boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I no longer have access to my i tunes in my room, I&apos;ve been teaching myself German instead of listening to music.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 22:02:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I have well over 100 people inside of me, what am I? Hint: Most of them like Hot and Spicy foods.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m dabbling with the idea of graduating early... maybe a semester early? I have an advising meeting about that tomorrow, though not with my advisor. With ADVISING. All caps. My history class at UMass today hit upon the subject of tomb raiding. It was perfect. However, in speaking with my teacher afterward, she admits that most history teachers have no knowledge of Archaeology and how the two subjects are very separate, despite there being obvious connections, no one seems willing to connect.&amp;nbsp;Oh, and maybe my Div II will be about movement.&amp;nbsp;Speaking of classes, I&apos;m currently attempting to take seven or eight classes. Here&apos;s to trying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to the Riddle:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jacob&apos;s House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I went to a Hot and Spicy Foods Party at Jacob&apos;s house. It was really intense. First off, there were over 200 people there (including Kristian, Ellen, Jacob, Hannah and I from Hampshire) and&amp;nbsp;second off, the icecream burned my mouth like a kick in the face. And it was icecream. On this trip I met afore-metioned Hannah who reminds me of Elena. Sort of interesting. More to muse on that. Oh, and I also met Harrison. Who drives a Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 20:53:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dawn of the Spring Semester</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Carry Around a Pineapple Day was on Wednesday and now I have a delicious pineapple in my room waiting to be ripe and ready to eat. My mom flew off to Germany on Thursday and I wish her the best trip she can have under the circumstances. I&apos;m quite jealous of her being there. I&apos;ve re-realized how many options there are in life and how I want to keep them all open... and do them all. At the same time. I&apos;ve also re-realized how &quot;impossible&quot; this is, and yet I&apos;m re-realizing that I&apos;m still going to try anyway. Which is fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the California trip was recounted by myself and Jacob during Panda&apos;s birthday. I&apos;m still&amp;nbsp;occasionally bathing in the afterglow of how wonderful&amp;nbsp;the trip was. So much fun and excitement and freedom and life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night I had two long conversations with two of the most amazing people in my life right now. I felt very connected&amp;nbsp; in a really amazing way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I&apos;m trying to rearrange my schedule for this year one week into the semester. Go me. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 22:11:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tim visits me at Hampshire, Gymnastics x 2 and a Circus Photo Shoot</title>
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  <description>This past weekend has been half fun and half stressful. On Friday I drove to Natick in the morning, picked tim up and brought him back in time for lunch and my Stained Glass class. He made two pieces and I continued work on earrings for my sister as well as a water dragon... thing. He&apos;s rocking a hardcore glass cut and bloodstained jeans now and we might die from lead poisoning. I went in search of my glasses (which are currently in the Circus cabinet) and then we went to dinner. After dinner we played the piano and did handstands and such and had a good long talk about our lives. Juliana&apos;s band was playing at Saga at 9:00pm, so we went to hear one song. Then we drove back to Natick during a small snow flurry. It was very beautiful. I hung out at his house until around 1:00am, and he burned me three CDs. Horray for music. Then I went home and watched America&apos;s Funniest Home Videos with my mom and sister... I have never seen my mother laugh so hard in my entire life. My sister made me cheese nacho dip, which was delicious. I stayed up reading Stranger in a Strange Land until around 3:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon waking, I had french toast and promptly left with my dad to drive back to Hampshire. We went out to lunch with my Aunt Linda and cousin, Korin which was nice, and then my aunt drove my dad home and I went back to Hampshire to gather Jacob and Juliana and take them to Gymnastics, where we met up with Tara and Matt, and did some insane tumbling action. I still have a front and back handspring on the tumble track with no spots. So exciting. Hopefully I&apos;ll get them on the floor in no time! Jacob almost has a press up handstand. Some day maybe I&apos;ll be able to do that! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, dinner was eaten and then Excalibur. We watched A Scanner Darkly. Very interesting. Afterwards we watched Dark Place, and it was hysterical, of course. During this time, in a different room some other people I know were having a Charlie Chapman chocolate and cheese party. I ate a banana with chocolate and it was delicious. Then, inspired, I gathered all my cookies and cake and chocolate from my room and brought it back to Jacob&apos;s room where it was consumed by hoards of people and we all hung out in Jacob&apos;s room... until 3:00am with much fun ensuing, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, when you died, you were able to play a game with death to see if you could still live or if you had to die, what game would you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;Candyland&lt;br /&gt;Never Have I Ever&lt;br /&gt;52 Pickup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about a billion more, that we went through and discussed the possibilities of winning and such. Let me know what you would play! Right now it is time for dinner though. So I will wrap up real quick with what has happened today: The Circus Photo Shoot. Where we all get dressed up and face painted and take pictures. Much crazyness, of course and very colorful.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 19:48:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Finding Your Inner Clown, and other such things in life.</title>
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  <description>I had a long phone conversation last night with tim. I had a long phone conversation this morning with my mother. Both conversations took place while lying in my bed. Germany, Walter, and Loreena Mckennitt were the themes common to both conversations. You see, Loreena Mckennitt is playing a concert in Germany around the same time I have spring break, and my mother&apos;s uncle, Walter, is dying of cancer. He&apos;s given up on receiving treatment, so it&apos;s just a matter of time... and a short matter of time, at that. Thinking about it makes me really upset, actually. In any event, I really need my mom to go visit him and the rest of the family before Walter dies. I can&apos;t explain this need, it&apos;s just a need I have. She needs to go. Period. On the flipside, I want to go to Germany to see Loreena Mckennitt, and tim wants to go as well. And she is playing another concert in Rome during spring break, so, we&apos;re considering going - I suppose. Although, money-wise, I know I &quot;shouldn&apos;t&quot;. (And half of me is rebelling and being like: THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT TO SPEND YOUR MONEY ON... so forget the world and the rules and the shoulds and shouldn&apos;ts and just do it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the Circus (and a bunch of others) participated in a clowning workshop, which I think was hugely entertaining and also quite interesting. We developed characters and that was interesting, and then we put on skits and they were hugely amusing. Life is serious, but life is also fun. There needs to be a balance for certain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job teaching Circus with Tara and Molly at North Star (I don&apos;t know if I mentioned that before) and that&apos;s super awesome. In fact, I&apos;m just about to go do that right now. I&apos;ll be getting paid at some point (in like, three or four weeks maybe, heh) but that&apos;ll be super awesome as well. Circus practice later tonight should be fun. I&apos;m feeling a lot better from last night, and life goes on! Tomorrow I think I&apos;m going to be picking tim up and having him spend the day here with me and then driving him home and perhaps spending the night there and then coming back here for Gymnastics! Which starts again this Saturday, and I&apos;m quite psyched about that as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Life is a wonderful thing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 04:37:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Deambigufy the word &quot;Commitment&quot;.</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s the middle of January and we have had no substantial snow fall. It is, however, finally rather cold outside. This January has seen me be rather creative, I am making things both in blacksmithing and stained glass making at a rather fun pace. I suppose the wishing I was more productive was to be expected. As to Circus, things are progressing. I&apos;ve been more healthy than usual in my food selections, sort of. Eating habits could probably always use more work (as I munch down a Lindt Chocolate Wafer Bar.) I&apos;ve been bouldering twice on my own now, and I actually noticed improvement, which is kind of exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tim was going to come visit me tomorrow and Friday, but he is unable to make it up here. I suppose it might be for the best anyways, I did have a lot of financial plans for tomorrow, and a Science Fiction Convention at Hampshire to plan for. Not going to lie, it would have been nice to see him, but I do have a lot of Thank You Notes to write and send from the California trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m off to bed now (I suppose that&apos;s another good thing about him not coming up - no cleaning that needs to be done!) since I&apos;m not feeling tip-top and the longer I&apos;m awake the less tip top it gets.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 22:09:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Passage from The Dogs of Babel - &quot;What&apos;s It Like, Lexy?&quot;</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling of flesh. A feeling like all the surfaces inside you have been rubbed raw. A voice in your head - no, not voices, not like hearing voices, nothing that crazy, just your own inner voice, the one that says &quot;Turn left at the corner&quot; or &quot;Don&apos;t forget to stop at the post office,&quot; only now it&apos;s saying &quot;I hate myself.&quot; It&apos;s saying &quot;I want to die.&quot; It starts in the morning, as soon as you wake up. You see the sun through the curtains, it&apos;s a beautiful day maybe, it doesn&apos;t matter. You turn over to see if you can sleep some more, but it&apos;s already too late for that. The day is upon you. You want to hide, to curl up in a ball, but that&apos;s not really what you want either. After all. It doesn&apos;t stop your mind, does it, it doesn&apos;t stop the ache. It&apos;s not an escape. The whole day in front of you. How will you bear it? You want an escape, but there&apos;s no place you can go where it won&apos;t be with you. Inside you like a nausea. Even sleep, really - you wake up with a jaw sore from clenching your teeth in the night and a feeling inside you like you&apos;ve spent the whole night dreading this moment of waking up. The shining sun is of no use to you. Crying helps sometimes, the way that the wrenching act of vomiting can lead to a few moments&apos; respite from nausea. And the way it racks your gut is exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You don&apos;t want to get out of bed, but you don&apos;t want to turn into that cliche, you know danger lies that way. So you get up, and you try to find pleasure in the little things, the first cup of coffee in a mug you like, the mint-burst in your mouth when you brush your teeth, but you can tell you&apos;re trying too hard. You have breakfast with your husband, your sweet unknowing husband, who can&apos;t see anything but the promise of a bright new day. And you say your apologies - you&apos;re sorry, you&apos;re always sorry, it&apos;s a feeling as familiar as the taste of water on your tongue - and you kiss him on the lips as he walks out the door, and he&apos;s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You go through your morning, but your interactions feel false, all the little things you take for granted at other times, the need to smile at the neighbors on the street, the need to speak pleasantly to the awkward boy with the terrible face ringing up your groceries. The smile feels wrong on your face. You look at other people, and you know they have their problems, too, but it seems to come easier to them, all of it. They don&apos;t have that hollow sound in their voices when they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You force yourself to go through the immediate stuff, the stuff that must be done, write the check for the gas bill, put the frozen things away in the freezer, but the more amorphous tasks, the things that are not so crucial right this minute but will ultimately shape your life into something worth remembering, those are harder to face. You&apos;d rather lose yourself in something stupid that wastes your time but occupies your mind for a few moments - TV, a crossword puzzle, a magazine about celebrities. You&apos;ve spent whole days doing things like that. And then you get scared because another day of your life is gone, and what have you done with it? What will they find, you wonder, when they find me dead? Years can pass this way. Years. The pleasures of the body, food and sex, walking under the autumn leaves, these can give you some small comfort, but even then your mind is running in the background, worrying, hurting, hating, despairing... What can you do to make yourself happy? In all the wide world, there seems to be nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So you go outside and you climb a tree. It&apos;s harder to do than you remember from childhood, and by the time you reach the top, your hands are sore from gripping the rough, unyielding bark. You settle yourself on a branch, and you see what the view is from here. You wait to see if it makes things any clearer, this perspective, this view from on high. And it does. You don&apos;t think about it, you don&apos;t waver. You stand, balancing yourself on the branch. It&apos;s a heady feeling, standing there like that. You feel like you&apos;ve broken some law of physics. You feel like you&apos;re walking on air. You stretch out your arms and you close your eyes. You lean backward, tipping your head back to feel the sun on your face. And you let go of everything, and it&apos;s such a relief. And you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been doing a lot of fun and exciting things lately. Working on a lot of projects involving blacksmithing, stained glass and even some copper sculpture. Oh and Circus, of course. I&apos;m going to have my splits by the end of February. It&apos;s my not-birthday present to myself...hopefully.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 07:47:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Island of the Blue Dolphins, Face Paint and Fishnet Tights</title>
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  <description>Today started off quite inefficiently. I went to bed around 3:30am, after reading a bedtime story and talking about math only to wake up at 8:30am to drive Victoria so that she could obtain a bus ticket. I filled my gas tank, went back to Hampshire and crawled back into bed until finally rising from it around 1:45pm. But apparently, because fewer people are here, Saga thinks we&apos;re not as hungry... and the dining hall was closed as of 1:30pm. I survived without food until dinner. During the waiting period, I cleaned my room and revived my facebook. I&apos;m debating whether or not to delete it again. I&apos;m really disappointed with myself for reactivating my account but part of me (the part that reactivated it) still is like: whatever, I felt like doing it so there. We&apos;ll see how it goes. If I let it remain in existence, I will be ignoring it largely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower, played dress up and then went to dinner still wearing the fishnet tights, although no one could see them under my huge baggy pants and large boots. Something to ponder: If someone you don&apos;t particularly like gives you a rather personal compliment (for example: &quot;You look hott&quot;) - does it make you feel better about yourself? Are you still happy to be noticed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I went back to my room and cleaned some more, and then read most of Island of the Blue Dolphins and watched a bit of Jeff Corwin. Jacob came to visit and he read a book on Comics while I... tried to come up with something fun to do with little to no success. After a while of this attitude Jacob shut the book and dragged me off to find something to do. We wound up in Tara&apos;s room with face paint and... well, if you&apos;d like to see the pictures - feel free to ask. I might put them up here later if I get a hold of them. Basically, Jacob painted my face for about 20 minutes or so, and it looks so awesome. Very tribal, Amazon warrior-esque. I don&apos;t want to wash it off! Of course, looking like the warrior I did, Jacob decided I needed a spear and a shield so he made some for me out of cardboard (I helped a little) and then I proceeded to run around with said weapons. Basically, we pretty much rock.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 05:12:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dawn of Blacksmithing, Stained Glass Making, and becoming a Billionaire.</title>
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  <description>Life has me totally psyched right now. I&apos;ve already began sketches on four or five different projects involving both blacksmithing and stained glass. Together. I hope it works really well, I&apos;m totally excited and I think I&apos;ll be spending most of my life this January in Lemelson. The idea of this makes me very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circus is going splendidly. Activity seems to be picking up again, as opposed to the last month or so, which has been quite stagnant. I worked on a lot of things today, like my split (ouch, Tara) and handstands and front handsprings, oh, and wrestling. Which was also a lot of fun. I forgot how much I missed just being all over someone with the intent to pin them down and not get pinned yourself. It reminded me of childhood, especially how Nick and I used to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I are currently making headway in the &quot;get rich&quot; scheme. Also, I have a job at North Star, thanks to Tara, and it even involves Circus. Which is splendid. Combining things is wonderful. He&apos;s doing a lot of reading on how to invest and such, which sounds difficult, but hopefully we&apos;ll sort it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been talking to tim a bit recently as well, which has been quite nice. I really missed him and it&apos;s great to see how easily we picked back up on our friendship. I hope this continues to grow and we shall see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is looking pretty dang awesome.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 21:32:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dawn of the Term known as &quot;Jan&quot;</title>
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  <description>My Div III is going to be two parts. A. Have money to B. Do all the things I want. Jacob and I are currently in the process of attempting to figure out this complicated abyss known as finance. Any suggestions would be very much appreciated. Basically we want our money working for us while we work for more money so that eventually the money our money makes will be enough to live on and pursue our dreams with. And considering the insurance for aerials, we will need a lot of money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over break I was able to play around with aerial silks and a trapeze. I was also able to attend The Love Show, which was inspiring and quite fun. Love is, circus equipment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am quite happy to be back at Hampshire. This January I will be learning Blacksmithing and Stained Glass making. I&apos;m quite excited for both! As well as bedtime story reading and cuddling with blankets and hot chocolate... although the way this January is going it might be more like, cuddling with fans and bowls of ice cream.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 20:34:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Everything&apos;s different but nothing has changed.</title>
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  <description>My vacation so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 8th-23rd Road trip to California and back&lt;br /&gt;Dec 23rd McGrath Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;Dec 24th Linda&apos;s Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;Dec 25th Christmas Morning - Opening Presents&lt;br /&gt;Family Party At Parent&apos;s House&lt;br /&gt;Out with Bobbie and Cory&lt;br /&gt;Dec 26th Errands with Emily&lt;br /&gt;Family Movie&lt;br /&gt;Dec 27th Out with tim &lt;br /&gt;Silks (and other aerials) with Jacob&lt;br /&gt;Dec 28th Out with Nick&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Extended Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Museum of Science, Gabriel&apos;s birthday, Out with Nick x 2&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Babysitting, Circus Show, New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to hang out with Nick the second time and I did not babysit. After New Hampshire (Dec 29th-Dec 31st) I went for tea at the Ritz on New Years Eve and then walked around Boston and stayed for the first round of fireworks. Then I went to a party with Jacob, then home to watch the ball drop with my family and I saw The Devil Wears Prada. Tim came over after the movie and we hung out until about 4:30am. At 11:30am I went to Liz&apos;s and we made chocolate chip pancakes (and white chocolate chip pancakes, and cinnamon chip pancakes) then I went to Hot Topic with Emily and two of her friends and almost bought a pair of crazy boots. After that I went to Harvard (the town) to a family party, and then straight from there I went to another party with Jacob. I returned to my house at 2:30am and woke at 9:30am to go out for breakfast with tim. After which I prepared and then left my house to go back to college with Jacob.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2006 21:44:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Back at the House of My Parents.</title>
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  <description>Getting a job is first on the list when I get back to school. I think I&apos;m going to drop out of my stained glass making class in order to work more. I feel like I&apos;m trying to balance out my life rationally and at the same time, emotionally... and I feel quite unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, some things are certainly looking better. Oh, and Merry Christmas, or something.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 07:01:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Once I am in the truck everything will be OK.</title>
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  <description>I feel slightly stifled because I feel as if I cannot be myself, fully. Because my self right now is in this horribly unstable emotional state and I am being IRRATIONAL. I am afraid of driving people away by focusing on the same things, over and over again but I&apos;m angry and frustrated and upset and sad and I simply do not know where to turn with this. I cannot address the source, currently, because the sources are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, although I&apos;m sure there is some subconscious order to the list that I am not fully aware of and could probably figure out if I felt like it. In reality, I simply need to stop typing this and get back to my work. I feel as if these outside stresses are keeping me from focusing and it only makes me more frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also know that I am quite tired but that I am unable to currently do anything about that. I feel like acting irrationally to the point of saying goodbye to everyone and hopping on the next flight to Scotland or Germany or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s this weird mindset where I feel like I cannot get anything done until these things are addressed but I have to get all my work done before I address anything. If that makes sense, in a nonsensical sort of way?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 02:22:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Get Well Soon, Tic Tac! ...and Lindsay Can&apos;t Focus. (Oh, and I&apos;m done with classes or something...)</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m having issues with focusing. My eyes cease to focus a good percent of the time that I&apos;m awake. Which is a good percent of a 24 hour day. I&apos;ve been staring blankly into space quite a bit, recently, and right now my world is tipping slightly. I think I need more sleep. In addition to the physical aspect of not being able to make my eyes focus, I am having issues focusing on what I&apos;m supposed to be doing. Although I am quite close to being done with my Creative Memoir portfolio, and then it&apos;s just a hop, skip and a jump to finishing my other portfolios. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important and upsetting aspect of my life currently is that my dearly beloved car, Tic Tac, is in the aut-(rough breath mark)o-spital. That word is an abomination to made-up words but I kind of understand what I was trying to do and I hope maybe at least Bobbie will understand also. Even if it&apos;s not very funny or clever. In any event, my car is in the shop... somewhere, I don&apos;t know where. And I have two parking tickets and the Amherst police were mean and unhelpful, not to mention not knowledgeable enough to help me with a simple task. My car died and I hope they are able to revive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which puts an interesting spin on tomorrow and this break as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Indian food for lunch, Thai food for dinner and two chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. Today was the last day of classes. Now for some sleep?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:39:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Best Nap Ever.</title>
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  <description>Sleep is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is currently dating a girl that I remember to be quite nice and funny. I finally finished my Constructing Tibet essay. Hopefully it is better than the last one. I gave my presentation in The Science and Politics of Water. That was one of those experiences where, I was last in a group of five presenters today and it dawned on me just how sub-par my knowledge was on my subject in comparison to everyone else&apos;s. But then I realized maybe they really had the exact same knowledge as me but it sounded impressive because I knew nothing about their topics. Oh, and our teacher baked us cookies. They were a delicious breakfast. For my project I also made a poster. As if I was in middle school. And it rocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I completed a lot of little things that had been on my mind, which always feels nice to get those little things done. And tomorrow is hard-core project time. Tonight I spoke with Mr. Alderman (6th grade Ancient Civ, anyone? Math?) who now lives in Nashville and we will be staying with them for a bit on this crazy cross country trip of ours. Speaking of which, Jacob did 45 minutes of drive time, including starting on hills and Julianna will be driving tomorrow. Also Victoria, but she doesn&apos;t know that yet. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to Keep in Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There is a fine line between brave and foolish. And sometimes there is no line at all.&quot; -- &quot;They&apos;re circus people, and they&apos;re not afraid to say Down!&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 06:08:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One Week Minus Five Hours and Eight Minutes Until We Leave On Our Crazy California Trip!</title>
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  <description>Josh came to visit today, which was exciting and spontaneous. We drove Rachel and Sarah on a Top Secret Operation: Secret Secret mission to North Hampton. Which I am not allowed to disclose the end result of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been playing around with i-tunes and routes to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on today (after I sleep) I will be teaching Jacob and Tara how to drive standard. Oh the fun! And Currently I am going to stop playing around  and start working on my Constructing Tibet essay which I have been putting off for far too long. It is time to get that mess behind me and feel better for having accomplished something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is never an option for me. It just happens.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 06:26:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dawn of The Last Week of Classes.</title>
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  <description>Currently I am enjoying some delicious fudge that my Aunt Tina made. It lasts a whole lot longer in my dorm room than at my parents&apos; house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final projects are all really exciting, and the only thing I have to do that I really don&apos;t want to is one five page paper for my Constructing Tibet class. I just, really don&apos;t want to do it. The rest of my assignments are amazingly cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sort of in the middle of a lot of things right now. And I&apos;m looking left and looking right and I don&apos;t know how much longer I can stay in the middle.</description>
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