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  <title>Something Unheard</title>
  <subtitle>Christin's Livejournal</subtitle>
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    <title>calling all addresses</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T16:55:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T16:55:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey everyone, so I need addresses for the following people for wedding invitations:&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah/John&lt;br /&gt;-Taleisha&lt;br /&gt;-Josie/Dave S.&lt;br /&gt;-Susan/James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not on this list it's because I already have your address (thank you Sally for sharing your address book with me!) or I already talked to you, so don't worry, I have it.  But for these four, I don't care who gets me addresses, but I need 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!  You can email them to me (cgulick [at] gmail [dot] com) or IM me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:25153</id>
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    <title>I'm Getting Married!!</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T00:26:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T00:26:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Monica told me I needed to update and let everyone know that Ed and I are engaged!  Yay!  :-)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:24952</id>
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    <title>And So It Begins...</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T01:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T01:06:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can remember back at the end of last year thinking "Wow, I hate my job," and wanting desperately to get out of it somehow.  I decided to go to graduate school, I'd always wanted a PhD or Master's and now seemed the perfect time to do it.  I had already been accepted, so all I had to do was say I was going.  And I did.  And now here I am.  I start my first graduate classes tommorow, and I'm thrilled, excited, nervous, and worried.  I've already gotten one syllabus and the workload doesn't seem overly intense, which was a relief.  I will be working full time while attending school, so I was worried about free time, namely whether I would have any.  Seems I will have just enough to retain what little sanity I have left at least until next semester, when I have to decide whether to remain full time or drop down to part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I await my first college classes in over a year.  I'm also going to have to get used to calling my instructors 'Professor Smith' not 'Bob.'  Silly Guilford.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:24650</id>
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    <title>tarandus @ 2005-07-15T09:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T13:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T13:26:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who Is The Half-Blood Prince?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;

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We find out Tonight!

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Happy Harry Potter Day!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:24383</id>
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    <title>need some help/advice</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T16:44:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T16:44:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm actually going to use this journal for a purpose right now.  I want to loose it.  Specifically, fifty pounds of it.  During senior year at Guilford, I not only gained stress weight but also went on meds, gained more weight there, and wasn't exactly 'responsible' about what I ate.  Ok, I didn't care what I ate.  And now I'm paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hate the way I look?  Only sometimes.  Most of the time I don't care, and that's the problem.  I'm not what one might call 'healthy' right now, I'm not obscene, but I should loose at least a couple (30) pounds at minimum.  So I need help.  I have ABSOLUTELY no motivation to do this, and I'm only slightly on the better end of broke, so money is definitely a problem.  And I don't know how to cook.  At all.  I'm horrible at it.  So cooking food, not exactly good in a diet for me.  I'm willing to try almost anything at this point.  I'm willing to work out, but mundane stuff like the treadmill just gets me bored and then I don't want to do it any more.  I've kinda sorta started lifting weights with Ed, but that's hardly a cardio workout.  Anybody have any suggestions?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:24117</id>
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    <title>tarandus @ 2005-06-19T10:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T14:41:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T14:41:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcccc" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size:18pt;"&gt;How to make a Christin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts success&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts silliness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part empathy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add wisdom to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a &amp;#39;you&amp;#39;?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:23908</id>
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    <title>Lainae, my main character</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T17:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T17:06:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's official.  I'm addicted to WoW.  Damn you, Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else addicted?  I'm on the Proudmore server, Lainae is my only character right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:23798</id>
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    <title>I love my job</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T16:28:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T16:28:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know you work for a 'good' company when they are paying for you to go to a 1:00 showing of Star Wars on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, you've reached art.com.  Sorry, but all of our representatives are big nerds and out on a company-sponsored field trip to see Star Wars.  Please call again later."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:23354</id>
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    <title>Nothing, nothing is as satisifying as a $10 pair of sunglasses.</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T15:54:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T15:54:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have worn glasses since the seventh grade.  SEVENTH grade.  That's what, 12 years old?  So I've been wearing glasses now for 11 years, almost half my life.  And yesterday, I got contacts.  I'd never actually SEEN a contact until yesterday, much less touched one, so it was all a very enlightening experience for me.  I'd been thinking about it a lot the past couple of weeks, and I wasn't really sure why until this morning, while driving to Wal-Mart with Monica.  I've used my glasses as a sort of comfort blanket for a very long time.  When I got them, I was the most depressed I'd ever been my entire life, and I remember thinking that they would be a release of some sort.  When someone looked at me, they'd have to look through this metal-and-glass contraption, not directly at me, and it was calming at a time when I really needed to be calmed.  And yesterday, I destroyed that comfort blanket.  Willingly, I brought a sledgehammer to this blanket of comfort and enjoyed every minute of it.  I'm not sure why this is as uplifting as it is, and I'm sure I'll be getting over the whole shock of it soon, but I'm liking this new outward persona.  The ironic thing is, until yesterday, I'd never seen the dark circles under my eyes, the ones caused by exhaustion.  My glasses always covered them up, and without the glasses, I couldn't really see them clearly.  Much contemplation to follow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:23240</id>
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    <title>Happy Birthday to me!</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T13:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T13:27:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest." &lt;br /&gt;- Larry Lorenzoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm now 23... or will be around noon today, so says my mother.  Apparently she took her merry time getting to the hospital 23 years ago and so instead of being born when I was supposed to, early in the morning, I was born around lunchtime.  She claims my dad and her needed to stop and grab coffee and film and such necessities before getting to the hospital.  Thanks, Mom.</content>
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    <title>Harry Potter Update</title>
    <published>2005-05-08T01:31:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-08T01:31:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/harry_potter/thegobletoffire/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/harry_potter/thegobletoffire/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out &lt;a href="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org"&gt;The Leaky Cauldron&lt;/a&gt; for more updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a teaser trailer, but hey it's something.</content>
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    <title>tarandus @ 2005-05-04T09:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T13:44:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T13:44:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BOO!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tarandus:22411</id>
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    <title>Did I step on the wrong bug or something?</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T12:57:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T12:57:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Saturday sucked.  A lot.  Started out well, and then Ed and I started heading down to my parent's house for Chinese food.  When we got off the highway, and were almost to my parents house, I saw flashing lights behind me.  So, of course, I pulled over thinking the cop needed to pass me.  But no, he was pulling me over.  So I figured I had a tail light out or something minor, and greeted him pleasently when he got to my window.  Then he asked "so, why were you speeding?"  I was like "speeding?"  I wasn't speeding.  Ed, who was sitting next to me, looked as confused as I did.  The cop said "Yes, speeding.  I clocked you going 77 in a 55."  I started to shake.  Not out of "oh my gosh I was caught" shaking but "my car can't go 77 or else it'd fall apart!" shaking. So the cop asked me to go to his cop car so he could show me that his meter thing that tells him how fast a car is going and sure enough it said 77.  I tried to tell him that it just couldn't be me, I definitely wasn't speeding, so he wrote me a ticket to get my speedometer checked and if it didn't show that it was 22 miles off, then I'd get a ticket.  So I of course, being the wuss that I am, started bawling.  Thank goodness Ed was in the car with me.  I've moved past the crying phase and now I'm in the royally pissed off phase.  There is NO way I could have been going 77, my car violently shakes when I even go 70, much less 7 miles over that.  And the weather stripping on one of my doors is shot, so if I was doing 77 I wouldn't be able to hear anything inside the car and Ed and I were having a pleasant conversation, no loud talking involved.  Urgh.  Had to vent.  I feel bad, cause the cop was really nice and honestly thought I was speeding and tried to get me to slow down for safety reasons, but come on, man!  Look at my car!  It's a piece of crap!  I can't go 77!</content>
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    <title>Here's a suprise....</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T21:01:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T21:01:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Italian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/italian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show the world what culture really is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, shucks.</content>
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    <title>Headaches Suck</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T20:20:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T20:20:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been suffering from a migraine.  I've never really had a migraine before.  I mean, I've had a headache, but not a migraine.  Last night, I sat in the bathroom for a while cause I was afraid I might vomit my lung out or something.  Man, they suck.  I'm sorry to those of you out there who suffer from migraines on a constant basis.  You have my respect and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my last post, I will eventually be losing my job at art.com, seeing as how they merged with allposters and are now this uber-mega poster online-giant thing.  Whatever.  I'm starting to get the distinct impression that they will be offering me a position, but I'm not sure I want that serious of a committment when I'm about to start graduate school.  There's a position at NC State that I REALLY want, it's for an Office Manager for the Study Abroad office.  Less pay?  Yes.  But Stressful?  No.  And they'd be more likely to work around a graduate schedule than art.com.  Not to mention they may decide a year from now that they're gonna rework stuff more and let me go, whereas this position at State is less likely to do that.  We'll have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I can now see the floor in my living room.  Yay!!  No more boxes!! (At least on that floor!!)</content>
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    <title>Working</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T14:33:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T14:33:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani and Eve</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've been working at my new job now for about two months and I'm LOVING it.  The atmosphere here is very casual and laid back but at the same time everyone has that cutting-edge-get-moving attitude that makes the company a success.  The only negative thing is that I'm a contract employee, which means come end of June if they decide not to keep me on I'm out of a job.  But I start Grad School in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be coming together right now in my life.  I have this AMAZING house (will be having a housewarming party soon, I promise!), the most adorable dog in the world, a terrific boyfriend, and an incredibly satisfying job.  This is what I've wanted ever since I got to college, this is the life I've wanted.  I just hope they can keep me on after the summer.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts out to everyone!</content>
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    <title>tarandus @ 2005-03-30T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T21:44:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T21:44:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so as you may or may not know, I just posted on here a place to view a virtual tour of my home.  Then an anonymous user posted "Is it a good idea to give your address and a layout of your home on the internet? Especially in a journal-where anyone can view it?"  It makes me sad.  I mean, I didn't think anything of it, what would someone do with information like that?  Who would think of something like that?  At first I thought it was fairly rude, but then I of course became paranoid and made the entry friends-only.  I mean, my resume is online, so why should this be any different?  My resume has my address and my phone number for goodness sake!  That, to me, is more informative than what the inside of my house looks like BEFORE I ever moved in!  Ok, gimme comments people, what do you think?  Should I have posted that or not?</content>
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    <title>Wow it's been a while</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T13:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T13:09:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I've been wanting to post this for almost a month now but was unable to for reasons that will be obvious in a minute.  So I'm leaving my job.  And moving to Raleigh.  And buying a house.  And going to grad school.  And starting a new job.  All but one of those in the next month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the details.  Back in January I was chatting with my family about how I felt lost.  We had just eaten dinner with some family friends, one of which is about my age.  She LOVES her job and feels fulfilled by it.  It's not that I HATED my current job, I just wasn't feeling fulfilled by it.  And lost.  Can't forget lost.  So I mentioned to my parents that the Graduate Admissions staff at Virginia Tech (who I'd taught in a computer class) practically begged me to enroll there and work for them.  My parents immediately were like "what are you, an idiot?  GO!" (not in such words, exactly).  So they had a point.  But I didn't want to go to Virginia, I wanted to stay closer.  So then I remembered that I had gotten accepted to NCSU last year and like an idiot didn't go.  So I called them up and said "um... can I go now?" and they replied with "we'd love to have you!"  So I felt less lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized I would have to eventually leave my job.  And I decided to do it sooner rather than later, so I began applying all over the place in Raleigh.  Ed started to do the same and we started to look at apartments.  Well, we quickly realized with the help of some of my Mom's colleagues, that buying would actually be better than renting.  So we looked at two houses and made an offer on one of them (my mom had narrowed a list of around 100 down to 3 or 4, we then narrowed it down to look at two of them).  Said offer was accepted (note- neither Ed or I had jobs in Raleigh at this point).  Not two weeks later after offer was accepted I get a call from Art.com, one of the places that I had applied to.  Went and interviewed with them and the NEXT DAY they offered me the position - a contract-to-hire Web Designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I are now all set.  We're going to Raleigh.  I'm leaving in two weeks.  He's joining me in our new house the beginning of April.  And I'm freakin' excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, I couldn't post this earlier because I didn't know when I would be leaving New Horizons and didn't wanna get anyone there pissed at me.  Phew.  Glad I could finally post this.</content>
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    <title>Interesting...</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T12:57:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T12:57:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I took this quiz I found on Sarah's livejournal.... I'm not to sure about the results, though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sc0tty/1063070764_uresstarch.jpg" border="0" alt="Starch"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are starch. You are rigid, opinionated,&lt;br&gt;hard-willed and not too friendly about it. You&lt;br&gt;keep people out of places, or you keep them in,&lt;br&gt;and without you a lot of things would collapse.&lt;br&gt;hopefully you'll never have the authority to&lt;br&gt;burn people at the stake. Sir. Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sc0tty/quizzes/Which%20Biological%20Molecule%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Biological Molecule Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Oh my good lord</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T19:14:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T19:14:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when I went to Chick-Fil-A to pick up biscuits for my office (my boss is so cool), a woman came up to the drive through.  I was inside at the counter.  Then, after about two minutes of waiting, she drove off, leaving the drive through worker thoroughly confused.  Next thing we knew, this woman had walked into the Chick-Fil-A distraught over the fact that she had to wait two minutes to get her food (wait, it gets better).  So the woman behind the counter, who hadn't taken this woman's order but was the manager, came over and asked if she needed assistance.  The woman told her she ordered two biscuits.  So the manager put two biscuits in a bag for her.  Then the woman said "No, I want them in separate bags."  So the manager obliged.  "And two hot chocolates," said the woman.  The manager made the first one by putting hot water in a cup and put the hot chocolate mix in and stirred it up.  This manager was working as fast as she could cause obviously this woman was in a hurry.  Well, right before she began to mix her second cup, the woman replied with "No, you're doing it wrong.  Just give me it and I'll mix it myself."  So, the manager poured hot water into a cup, grabbed a spoon and the packet of mix and handed it to this woman.  The woman then said "No, that's wrong.  You put the mix in first then the hot water.  Give me another cup."  So the manager handed her another cup and this woman proceeded to put hot chocolate in one, and then pour the water on top of it.  She was obviously pissed off, however, because she spilt half the hot chocolate she was mixing on the counter.  So she cursed at the manager.  Then left.  I then got my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole time, all I wanted to do was punch this woman in the face.  I mean, right now, in Indonesia and India there are men and women who not only have no clean water to drink, but also lost dear family members to this catastrophe.  And this woman was ROYALLY pissed off because her hot chocolate wasn't mixed right. I mean, come on woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at work right now and just had to vent that to the world... it angers and disappoints me that people can be so inconsiderate.</content>
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    <title>HP Release Date!!!</title>
    <published>2004-12-21T12:27:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-21T12:27:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">JK Rowling sure knows how to give out Christmas presents.  Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince will be relased on July 16th.  All I have to say is: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D *big grin*</content>
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    <title>jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaaayyyyyyy</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T21:28:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T21:28:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I found this icon online and just HAD to put it up for the holidays.  It's just... amusing.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've almost finished my Christmas shopping, just one more person left to finish up for, and that's Ed.  I have NO clue what to get him for Christmas, part of that being because I have no clue what he's getting me.  If he's getting me something really nice, then obviously I wanna get HIM something really nice, but if he's getting me something like a DVD and that's it, then I don't wanna go out of my way to get him something expensive and feel like an idiot when he opens it.  This wouldn't be a problem if I knew exactly what I was getting him, so then I wouldn't care if it was more or less expensive than what he got me, but since I have NO FREAKIN' CLUE, it's kinda a problem right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But extended ROTK is on DVD so that's happy.</content>
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    <title>I made my first LJ Cut!  Isn't it cute!</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T21:14:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T21:14:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I updated yesterday's entry to now have a cut in it.  The sick thing is when I looked at the code of how to do it, I thought to myself "hm... bet that's some form of XHTML or XML..."  How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy.  I found the Wal-Mart nearest to Blacksburg, VA.  Why am I happy?  Cause I forgot socks.  And to those of you who have never gone to a BIG college campus, and have to trapse across it to go teach a class carying an armload of books, let me tell you... Socks are very nice things to have.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Yay! An update!</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T21:25:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T21:11:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Although I told myself I should start posting more, I didn't, so here's a biggun to make up for those lacking.  And I'm swearing right now that I will not be "depressing" throughout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so first, obviously, is the election.  I drove a grand total of five hours, stood online for two and a half, to vote.  And I'm very proud that I did.  Although it may sound like it would've been a bad thing, but to actually be in a gym and vote right then and there on election night (I had to do an absentee ballot last time, not nearly the same), made me really feel like a part of the country.  And despite the election results, I am not completely upset because I know I did my part to try and kick out Bush, but the "majority" of the country disagreed with me.  I put majority in quotes because honestly, it wasn't.  Yes, technically the majority of votes went with Bush, but we only had (what I read) a 60-70% voter turnout.  My policy on election results is that if the majority of the people voted, then I'm satisified.  The sad part is the majority didn't vote.  If that 30-40% got off their butts to actually vote, I'd be happy.  I know a lot of individuals have mentioned "hey, I'm just gonna go move to another country", but isn't that just running away from the problem?  Isn't that just turning your head and giving up?  I'd rather hear someone say "Yeah, so Bush won.  That just means I have to fight harder for what I believe in."  Because if you truly do believe in something, isn't it worth fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto another topic, namely what's going on in my life since I haven't seen most of the people who will actually read this in, oh, months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm sitting in an empty classroom on the third floor of the Torgerson Building at Virginia Tech.  The building is completely silent, all I hear is the sound of a very weak heating unit humming above my head.  I have had to come up here a lot since October, but after this week I won't until the middle of December, which makes me very very happy.  As pretty as this campus is, it's very intimidating coming from cozy ole GuilCo, not to mention a whole lot colder seeing as how it's situated in the Virginia mountains (well, kinda....)  I'm going to attempt to try to find Chinese food tonight for dinner, since I'm getting over a sinus infection and it just sounds good.  Nothing here seems to be close by, so I will try and let everyone know how that works out...  if you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I can think of to post for right now.  And if anyone could let me know how you do one of those neat "cut" thingies, that'd be great.</content>
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    <title>Halloween is in the air!</title>
    <published>2004-10-26T16:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-26T16:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love this holiday.  Always have, ever since I was a little kid.  So, therefore, got a new color scheme and icon for the page.  Thought I'd spruce things up a bit for the Halloween time period.  I'm thinking about having a get together at my place (and Ed's place) Saturday night since I'll be in Virginia Sunday (yes I have to go back to teach).  Would anybody be available then?</content>
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