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  <title>Boogers</title>
  <subtitle>Girl Please</subtitle>
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    <title>Migraines and coffee</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T17:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T17:05:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO I am home today because when I work up I had a migraine and wanted to rip my face off. It's much better now, and of course I feel guilty for not being at work.  I am however drinking amazing coffee (thank you Glorianna). Friends at Starbucks=awsome.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:67242</id>
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    <title>On demand</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T22:08:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T22:08:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TV "on demand" is absolutely the best.  If your addicted to tv, as I am, it get no better. The shows I love anytime I want! Thank you time warner cable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started drinking V8 juice again, and started loving it again.  I know a lot of folks aren't into it, but i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to work today. Good-bye February break.  For the most parts the students were handling being back.  Not a bad start to the week overall.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:67052</id>
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    <title>SHAZAM!</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T00:07:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T00:07:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yeah wow, long time no livejournal. Whatever maybe I'll take it up again maybe I won't. So so little life tid-bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Luke and I have a house now..&lt;br /&gt;2. Luke and I are getting married in September...&lt;br /&gt;3. I was in grad school for a minute, then dropped out (yay over-achiever)&lt;br /&gt;4. I enjoy snow-boarding these days&lt;br /&gt;5. I am currently watching the muppet show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 27 I feel like I have achieved little in my life careers wise, and am on thr fast track to nowhere. Since grad school didn't pan out this time, maybe it's just not in my cards to be a teacher. That depresses me to no end. But anyway I really have nothing to complain about, I still have a job that I enjoy, just not the pay. whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:66696</id>
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    <title>Wow</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T22:02:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T22:02:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah basically it's been forever since I thought about livejournal. Yeah I need to get more on top of things. Yeah I need to update more. yeah, but not today!</content>
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    <title>Ants</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T23:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T23:46:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ants are taking over my apartment. If those bitches don't pay rent, they need to get out. They were all over my coffee maker today. I gagged a little then washed it, now they are back. this apartment is like wild kingom. any exotic bug that probably shouldn't exist in the western world lives in here. I was in the shower yesterday and I swear I saw a fucking teradacktil(bad spelling). Luke said it was just a weird moth, I have my own theory. Pepper caught a field mouse the other and I flipped. Thankfully she didn't hurt it and I was able to get it outside. I feel like my life has turned into Green Acres. I not afriad of bugs or anything, I just don't want them in my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am waiting for Luke to get home from work so we can decide if we are going out or not. I get all excited about doing things and going out until I have to actually do it. Then all I want to do is hang out at home and read Harry Potter. I wish I was fuckin' Harry Potter he's the best guy ever. Screw you Voldamort!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:66191</id>
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    <title>scaredy cats</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T00:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-01T00:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am at my parents for dinner and a little pursuasion. I have convinced my mom to come back to the apartment with me and sleep over tonight. Basically because Luke isn't there and I am too pussy to go home alone in the dark and sleep. He's on long island. I have big plans for the sleepover,one of which ivolves watching Napolean Dynamite cause she neevr saw it. My birthday at Juniors was fun. We ate and drank and had ckae and laughed. Good times. Except when the asshole Watiress gave a me a cheese Quesadilla filled with vegitabls. I was pissed. I felt like saying "excuse me, I didn't order the fucking vegitable medley.give me my damn cheese quesadilla!".  But instead I dug the veggies out and pouted. Real adult take no action,they pout. I am having a holiday party at the apartment on december 17th if anyone is interested. It will basically involve food,booze,games,food,decorations,food,and people I enjoy. I got a mole removed yesterday and it looks like a little crater in my side.  I have to go do laundry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:65827</id>
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    <title>hot flashes</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T20:54:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T20:54:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My meds give me wicked fucking hot flashes. Anywho, I am at my parents watching football and trying to stay awake. For some reason I am so tired today. Probably cause it's dark and  windy out so I really just want a bblanket on me all the time. Lastnight Gail's wedding was a lot of fun. My co-workers are all crazy, which made for a good time. The ceremony itself was almost an hour, but aside from my butt falling asleep, I made it through. Speaking of work, starting tomarrow I am working in Latham again. Back to my old classroom and back were I belong. There are things about working in Albany that I will miss though. Yeah, I am bored of this and I am sweating my ass off.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:65597</id>
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    <title>Football &amp; Corn-muffins</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T00:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T00:47:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>football on tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Luke made corn muffins tonight and they were delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's good at things like cooking and farting and renting cars. OH life lately let's see...Well my parents are getting along again for the time being so thats good I guess. I am starting to feel a little more comfortable in my new classroom, but still really really miss my old one. Luke's birthday is coming up soon and I have no idea what to get him. He's going to be 25, haha old fart! I can't wait to get fucking paid this week. I haven't had a paycheck in over a month. I live below the poverty level, but do it with style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Grandpa this weekend and he was wild as ever. My uncle gave him a haircut and basically shaved him bald. So when I walked in and told him I liked his hair he said " don't lie to your grandfather punkin I look like a damn refugee!". Oh Grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this I feel like I should share a few quotes people around me have said in the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom "I think God was an only child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel(a student) "Why don't we just throw all the nuclear war-heads in a volcano and wait for the erection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke "Don't hit me or I'll poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough said.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:65287</id>
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    <title>hate it hate it</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T21:48:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T21:48:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...My father just called me to tell me we(me,luke,mom,dad) are no longer going to Foxwoods in October because him and my mom are fighting again. They always fuycking fight i am so sick of it. At least it's a little better now that I don't live there anymore, but I still feel the effects of it. He calls me up screaming, then my mom calls me and want to know of any available apartments, I wish they would get a fucking divorce. Seriously the older and bigger my dad gets, the crazier and meaner he gets. He was supposed to go see a therapist next week, guess thats not happening. He is constantly on self-destruct mode and drags, especially my mom, into it. He is my fatehr and I love him, but sometimes I really don't like him or want to be around him. I really just hate their marriage and wish they would just go their separate ways. Although, I am sure if they did spearate or whatever that my dad would be sure to severe ties with me,cool. Why can't he just have some fucking feelings besides anger and stop being so selfish. Anyway this is just one big rant that no one is gonna understand unless they have gone through it. Fuck marriage I never want to get married and I never want to be like my parents.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:65189</id>
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    <title>spanglish?</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T01:03:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T01:03:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>spanish neighbors yelling</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am home alone and loving it. Luke went to his boss's house to study for a manager test and when that cat's away this mouse will play. I hung out with my friend Jess today and it was real fun. We have good times, and go swimming when it's not necessary. Then my parents came over to be my guinea pigs and try my very first pie. Oh my pie! I cannot cook for shit, but lately I have been craving strawberry rhubarb pie like whoa. So I went on google, got a little recipe, and I baked lastnight for the first time in a long time. I was so fucking proud of myself. Not only did I not burn the pie, it is actually edible. Yeah for me! Now I can be the fatest kid in the world and eat pie all the time. The cruise happens soon and I'm getting real excited. I really need to find some luggage, I don't think they allow garbage bags on the ship. Tommarow is "Andrea&amp;Dad verse the world day". Thats right we are the baddest tag team you'll ever meet. Our itinerary is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet at 10am for coffee and other necessary nourishment&lt;br /&gt;2. Head to price chopper to get fly strips for my apartment&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to my apartment and install said fly strips&lt;br /&gt;4. Head to Colonie to the "big&amp;tall" man shop to get my dad an outfitt for saturday&lt;br /&gt;5. 2:30pm pick my mom up from work&lt;br /&gt;6. we say good-bye to each other and disperse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats how we roll, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair, for that I would need hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a second job cause I can't afford to live...working poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors kids are running up and down the stairs and screaming in spanish...Schodack is the new "melting pot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for CSI, it's real life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:64991</id>
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    <title>family guy</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T23:17:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T23:17:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'll only bitch for a second then i'll shut the hell up about things.  Luke calls at 6:30 and is like "you don't mind if I get home late right?". "why?" I ask. "cause they (read:Jillian, margie and bill) want to go out for drinks". So in my ridiculous head I equate that to me an that he and Jillian are going to fuck. I've hung out with her before and she is kind of cool, but she's one of those girls who could give two shit if someone is in a relationship if she wants them. She sleeps with people who have girlfriends and thinks it's ok. whatever I am just real real real real annoyingly insecure, (read: I hate me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to regular life...&lt;br /&gt;1)I still have no clue what classroom I'll be in next year&lt;br /&gt;2)family guy is the reason I wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;3)2 weeks and 3 days until the cruise&lt;br /&gt;4)I want taco bell...NOW!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:64648</id>
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    <title>migraines</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T16:53:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-04T16:53:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saturday night live</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I stayed home from work today cause I woke up with a migraine and my period and a real bad attitude. Long story short I got rid of the attitude and migraine, fuck off period. In other period news, cause I am so sure everyone cares,I will be having my period for the last couple days of our cruise...cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the cruise. It leaves august 28th and comes back september 4th, yeah Bermuda! I can't fucking wait. At first I was nervous, cause I am an anxious mess. Then my dad eased my mind by reminding me of the Bermuda triangle and assuring me that the ship will sail right through it. Thanks dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO speaking of my dad, he has been kinda like a "new" person lately. He is on a diet and he is really sticking to it. He has to measure out everything he eat and has to schedule all his meals/snacks. This is such a huge step for him because usually he would have gotten frustrated and quit by now. I'm not sure why he has decided to make a changhe in his life, but I am so glad he is. HE is eating better, sleeping better, and has been much more fun to be around. He has also been opening himself up to me more which is genuwinely nice. Talking to him about things like our "mood swings" has really helped me realize I am not the only one that has these issues, and I think it makes him feel the same. I am so proud of the fact that he is finally able to admit that he has issues he needs to work on just like the rest of us. Anyway I just think the whole thing is good. I am also glad that he and my mom seem to be getting along better, and props to her for doing the diet too. They can really surprise me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my classroom situation for the fall in limbo, I have really been thinking about going back to school lately. It's releaving to be able to say I know what I want to do with my life, but it's frustrating not being able to afford to follow it. College should be free,fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll go crochette and watch the twilight zone.</content>
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    <title>oh bologna!</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T15:52:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T15:52:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my perogative-bobby brown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'll update cause i'm at work and it's computer time so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mander's graduation party was fun and I am really glad I went. I also want to see everyone's apartments when they move in and are settled. I'll do a tour of Brooklyn if I have to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my good friend TIA'S BIRTHDAY! HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY LADY! Now you can come to Rafferty's with us and do kareoke. I love Tia and I love her birthday. Hopefully we will see you saturday at Great Escape my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now hooked on that show "Rock Star INXS" and I hate myself for it. First off, I have never been a fan of the band. Second, Brooke Burke makes me gag. And third, I am turning into a reality tv whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost lunch and for that I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to old school Bobby Brown on the way to work this morning...don't hate</content>
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    <title>keep your eyes on the road and your hand up on the wheel!!!</title>
    <published>2005-06-29T19:43:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-29T19:43:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tv tv tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh livejournal...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sot I am off of work until friday, woohoo. it's kinda of dumb though to give us the whole week of excpet friday. Whatever i'll take it. Luke and I are headed for Long Island this weekend. Should be good times, cause thats how we roll. I have no idea what we are gonna do when we get there but it better involve the water and a trampoline. I really need to get ahold of myself financially. Bath&amp;Body Works has been having their "semi-annual" sale and it has caused me to lose all self-control. Everytime I walk past that store I find myslef drawn back into it and at the cash register. Oh spendy spendy I wish I was a mother-fucking Hilton. I need to dye my hair asap. any color suggestions? Luke says blonde but thats only because he is trying to make me into Jessica Simpson. She can eat my ass. Went out  to dinner lastnight at "Ichiban", the best sweet and sour chicken ever. And crab rangoons that made me melt. I know I have a problem with food, but admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. Speaking of, I had starwberry rubarb pie for the first time the other day and I think it might be my new favorite. Kyle and Pepper are both sleeping and they are the funniest little individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go time for Match Game</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:63918</id>
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    <title>apartment=home</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T16:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T16:05:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>game show network</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It has occured to me as of late how much I really love my fucking apartment. I honestly can say that it is my home.So anyway, I am home cause jury duty got out early today. It breaks up my week nicely.  Luke and I are going to Lake George for the weekend and I am excited. I have no idea what we are gonna do there but hopefully fun stuff.  Secretly I really want to go to Great Escape because mentally I am a six-year old.  A six-year old who likes roller coasters. It's all rainy ang grey outside and it makes me want to curl up and read...yeah i'm gonna go do that.</content>
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    <title>Match Game duh...</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T19:59:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T19:59:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>match gtame</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Friday are good for so many reasons, the most important of which is that we get to leave work when the kids go home.  Hence the reason I am home in time to watch Match Game.  My mom and I have big plans to plant flowers tonight and I can't wait. I love flowers and I love the way they look infront of my apartment. Luke is going home for the weekend so I am flying solo. That means there will be lots of reading and arts&amp;crafts.  i'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations graduates!</content>
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    <title>then I woke up</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T01:37:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T01:37:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tom &amp; jerry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I knew things were going to good lately. Per usual everything seemed to explode out of control all at once today. seriously, fuck it! I am so sick of feeling inadequate and worthless in most situations. I need to start liking myself and puting myself first. I don't want to get married, I don't want his kids, and I don't want to fucking be around him right now. what I really want to do is take my fucking sleeping pills and sleep this whole weekend away. wow I am such a ray of fucking sunshine. Anyway in less rediculous news, I helped Jess pack up some stuff in her old apartment. I can't wait till she moves in to her new one. I might be more excited than she is. I have jury duty on monday and that can eat my ass. I hate  the city of troy and I hate parking there more. wow things are really looking up! oh I want to break something.</content>
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    <title>Flinstones</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T22:31:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T22:31:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah I'm watching the Flinstones what about it? Having cable is totally kicking my ass. I love it more than I ever thought I could.  We also have DVR which is very similar to Tivo, once again I am in love. I can pause tv and watch stuff whenever I want. I'll just say one more time that I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about life...Luke and I have been getting along really good lately (knock on wood) and I have been re-thinking this whole marriage thing. Maybe I do want to be married, but not necessarily before we have kids. Maybe I want my kids at the wedding. What I want most is for us to just remain the way we are.  We have been having a lot of fun just hangin out lately and I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to cable... I have a channel called "GAS" it's a game show network for kids and it shows old nickelodeon gameshows like double-dare and finders-keepers. it might be my new obsession. I don't know if anyone remembers the show "GUTS"? At the end of the show all the kids had to climb the "Agro-crag" and whoever got to the top first one a piece of it. I totally forgot about it and then it was on and Luke and I flipped out. Luke was jumping and clapping his hands, and I was so excited I almost had to get my inhaler. Calls us lame, but we were genuinely excited. bets fucking channel ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a shout out to Heather K.Kelly and let her know that she has an open invitation to come over and watch the game show network at any time. Heather I watched "match game" today and thought of you. If I could go back in time I would so be on that show and I would always pick Charles Nelson Riley. They just don't make em' like they used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole entry made me seem so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba card sharks!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:countrymike:62893</id>
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    <title>Super size me</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T00:33:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T00:33:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>movie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Luke and I are watching "super-size me" and are slowly hating ourselves. We both have been eating MCdonalds more than we would like to acknowledge. I always knew that there was a direct link between exsessive eating and poor health (ie:my dad), but I guess I never wanted to admitt that I am just as much at risk as anyone else. I would like to say that I will never eat fats food again, but thats not true. I have no self control when it comes to food, especially when it is fast and I don't have to cook it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, I just wanted to get that off my chest. Things have been pretty okay as of late. The weather has been great and we are getting cable tomorrow. I am a corprate slut and I hate it. I want to start my gardne but I still think it might be a little to early. I just want my flowers. I have been crochetting alately which is good cause for a while I was on a hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was random and dumb i'm gonna go pet pepper!</content>
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    <title>of course</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T19:46:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T19:46:39Z</updated>
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    <title>raining</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T23:32:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T23:32:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">39 degrees and fucking rain in Schodack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been more ready for summer in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope said I am having a 2 star day today, I kind of agree with it. Not that it has been a horrible day or anyhting, it's just one of "those" days. Ya know those rainy, cold, dreary days when you just want to stay in bed all day.  All I could think about at work was how much I wanted to be home reading or crochetting in bed. However I went to work like the responsible adult I am trying to be. I rented Napolean Dynomite the other day and I think I will end my evening on that note. Can't be dreary when your watching Napolean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was a pretty good time, no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored that I am making brownies. They'd be better if they were special brownies but I settle for the non-narcotic version. Watching Michael Jackson on trial makes me unusualy uncomfortable. I have a date with my dad tomorrow to play x-box after work. Yeah I'm all grown up, on the outside.</content>
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    <title>Easter</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T23:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-27T23:59:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cheers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I actually was at my parents on time (10am).  Upon my arrival we left for Saratoga. It was my first time at Racino, but it was real fun. I only lost $20 so all in all not a bad time. After that we went home and got ready for dinner. Basically everything I love to eat was involved in our Easter dinner. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, beans, corn, gravy and cake. Food makes me happy I can't help it. Then my dad and I spent a good hour trying to hook the x-box up to the new tv. Once we figured it out, we were golden. I forgot how much I love that fucking thing. it's a goodthing it's not at the apartment or I'd never leave. KYle just sneezed and it was the cutest little sneeze. I love my animals. So yeah, happy easter.</content>
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    <title>how can I celebrate easter in these shoes?</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T01:30:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T01:30:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The Charlie Brown Easter special is on tv right now, party on! Easter has never really been a big deal in my family. We usually just get together for dinner and thats pretty much it. This year however my father, aunt and I have decided to make the trip to Saratoga and gamble like champs. I hope that whatever powers that be exist they can forgive me for shooting craps on easter. Luke went home for the weekend to be with his family. Even though he just left like an hour ago I already miss him. The apartment seems to quiet and I know I won't sleep. We have lived together almost a year and this is only like the second time I have slept here without him. Well whatever i'll tough it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has called me twice already, add to that the fact that he is drunk out of his mind, it makes for pretty hilarious conversation. FIrst he called me to invite me out to "Dee dee's" which is a bar in Latham, next week. While he had my ear he enlightened me with an idea that he and his friends came up with. They all work for D.O.T so they ride around in big trucks and fix roads and stuff. Apparently on april fools day they are going to strategically park their trucks along I-90 and squirt cars with water guns as they drive by. I asked what he is going to do when someone gets pissed and confronts them. His answer was " I'll squirt them and run away". My father weighs 350+ lbs and I have never seen him run in all my 23 years. With that I told him that maybe he should get some sleep and he turned the phone over to my mom. I received the next call approximately ten minutes later.  IN slurred speech my dad proceeded to tell me how we never get to hang out and that we should go out to breakfast tomorrow. I agreed and thought that would be the end of the conversation, I was wrong. He then started telling me that if I was to scared sleeping at the apt. by myself I could back up pepper and kyle and come over to the house. He also said that we could all sleep downstairs and watch "Harry Potter". At this point I was laughing so hard I was crying. I could hear my mom in the background cracking up. My dad then started to tell me about something called "googaly day" but my mom took the phone away and told him to go to bed. When I asked what it meant my mom was like I don't know I think he made it up.My family is crazy, but they are all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too damn quiet hear!</content>
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    <title>at work</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T19:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T19:00:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So I am at work and as you can probably tell we are in the computer lab. I just got done teaching a career-ed class cause I voc counselors isn't here. I love playing teacher, it makes me really want to go back to school, Like right now. I really want to go back next spring, but now that I got the car I probably wonn't be able to afford it. I have considered asking Luke for some financial help, and I'm sure he would help me out. I just have this ridiculous pride thing were I want to do everything for myslef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my cousin lastnight about her upcoming wedding. It seems like it's not real still. Luke and I used to talk about when we would be married but we don't anymore. It's not that we don't love each other, or don't plan on being together. We both just don't feel like thats a priority at this point. We agreed that we would much rather keep things the way they are and have kids. I don't feel that two people need to be married in order to raise a family together. When I first explained this to Luke he got all sad and thought I didn't want to be with him anymore. But then he thought about it and agreed with me. I have major issues with marriage in general (my parents for example) and I just don't see why we would need to change things if they are working for us the way they are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note I am making plans to meet up with an old friend of mine. We had a "falling out" for lack of a better term and haven't seen each other in a while. I am glad we are gonna meet up. I miss this person and I miss her being in my life. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Tia lastnight and remembered why she's my friend. She has the craziest stuff happen to her and she makes me laugh about it. Tia, I heart you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end by saying that if I get one more fucking paper cut I'm gonna choke someone.</content>
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    <title>cold</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T20:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T20:29:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm convinced my body is trying to tell me something. I am so friggin cold all the time and it makes it hard for me to feel my hands and feet. I need blankets and my babies right now. But I have to wait cause it looks like we aren't leaving until around 6ish. Not that I am not having a good time, I just miss my apartment and all the creatures inside it. Luke is upstairs watching basketball, Mindy and I are watching some weird Johnny Depp movie. I kinda want to read a little, but i'm to damn lazy to go upstairs and get my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to focus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need coffee</content>
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