<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985</id><updated>2011-04-29T02:27:26.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have measured out my life with coffee spoons</title><subtitle type='html'>the fruit and vegetable shoppe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-1443003486744074610</id><published>2007-05-28T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:22:54.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy memorial day.i'm sitting in a hotbox in my underwear because we havent installed the a/c yet and i'm trying my best to keep cool.  we were supposed to head down to the future in-laws for the fourth installment of barbeques gone wild, but james didnt want to deal with the mess of traffic coming home. honestly, i'm bbq'ed out.  we bbq'd on thursday night for his inaugural birthday celebration</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/1443003486744074610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/1443003486744074610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1443003486744074610' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-6011226283975597859</id><published>2007-04-29T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:36:22.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>half way markapparently i have about six months left to plan our wedding festivities. tomorrow i'm sending out the contract and the deposit to photographer. dj is pretty much set - he's definitely holding our date...we just have to sign the contract and give the deposit. i'm still iffy about the florist. the lazy side of me just wants to seal the deal with the first guy we saw, but the girly side</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/6011226283975597859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/6011226283975597859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6011226283975597859' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-6907459953459659791</id><published>2007-02-04T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:03:30.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>birthday number 29this year i took my birthday like a man.  usually i dread this time because i know that the inevitable is coming. but i decided to enjoy my last year in the twenties. it was a great decade. i'm going to celebrate it for the wonder that it was.entering "adulthood" at twenty. no longer being considered a teenager. celebrating "legality" at 21. liking 23 because it was michael </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/6907459953459659791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/6907459953459659791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6907459953459659791' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-3273339537716844977</id><published>2006-12-06T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:06:13.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>busy beei'm moving. my life is being packed away in bags and boxes. i don't know exactly where my residence will be, but i've never really had a solid residence since college. i've been a freakin nomad, moving from place to place, two places at once, living in my car, at my work...i'm kinda tired of having two or three of everything and would love to have a place for everything and everything in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/3273339537716844977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/3273339537716844977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#3273339537716844977' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-9007822267685124711</id><published>2006-11-16T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:26:33.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy negative one year anniversaryour wedding is exactly 365 days away. at this time next year (10:48pm) i will be at my reception, already married. i will have a husband.  i will be a wife.  my name will start with a mrs. instead of miss.  i will have an extra ring on my left finger. all things to look forward to.   but for now, i'm getting ready for bed, after a long day of work and an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/9007822267685124711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/9007822267685124711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#9007822267685124711' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-116313013053286056</id><published>2006-11-09T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:02.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shame on meapologies around for neglecting you once again. besides coming down with severe bronchitis (i was tested for tuberculosis -- which was thankfully negative), things have gotten a little hectic with the wedding planning...but i'm taking a tiny break to fill you in on what's been going on. our date is set for next november. both james and i wanted a fall wedding. originally we were going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/116313013053286056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/116313013053286056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116313013053286056' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115959395088411473</id><published>2006-09-30T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:02.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has begun...sorry its been so long since i last posted. along with still being sick, i've recently become engaged! :) it happened about two weeks ago...september 14th to be exact. james blindfolded me and drove me around for about an hour while i sat there and tried to figure out where we were going through the turns he was making. i was already lost by the time he took the exit for the nj </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115959395088411473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115959395088411473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115959395088411473' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115792100154550950</id><published>2006-09-10T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:01.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*cough, cough*excuse me. i'm getting over something that my brother transmitted to me via telephone or computer.  so i like to say because honestly i dont know where this sickness came from.  one day i'm fine and dandy and the next day i'm coughing hysterically and confined to my bed for the next three days.  i'm getting over it now, with the help of tylenol and vicks 44.  lets not hope i need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115792100154550950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115792100154550950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115792100154550950' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115784650660783051</id><published>2006-09-09T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:01.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things i loveroaming around the bookstore with a cup of white chocolate mocha in hand &lt;&gt; magazine reading with my mom &amp; dad @ b&amp;n on sunday afternoons &lt;&gt; having my nephews come visit us for their summer vacation &lt;&gt; taking the kids to the beach &lt;&gt; walking on the boardwalk &lt;&gt; driving around in near-perfect weather with the windows down and the sunroof wide open &lt;&gt; re-reading atlas shrugged on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115784650660783051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115784650660783051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115784650660783051' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115647425497033141</id><published>2006-08-24T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:01.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>busy beesorry for the lack of attention...its been a busy month to say the least.  my nephews have come and gone and once again my heart is in san francisco...well, the bay area, anyway.  i just wanted to let you know that i am alive.  i've documented the last month on flickr, so sign in and enjoy the view. now its back to the grind. work and study. work. then study. work out. work. then study. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115647425497033141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115647425497033141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115647425497033141' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115246232905511229</id><published>2006-07-09T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:00.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the hits just keep on comingmy manager had a birthday the other week and my coworkers decided to do something special for her birthday.it was a great effort by 8 people, 3 air pumps, 500 some odd balloons, a couple of balloon casualties and 2 some odd hours. four of us came in hours earlier to start the process.shortly afterward, another coworker made the mistake of going on vacation.what's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115246232905511229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115246232905511229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115246232905511229' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115231136199072189</id><published>2006-07-07T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:36:00.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> cruel and unusual punishmentlast weekend, while at james' parents' house, i stumbled upon a daddy-long-legs in the bathroom. i'm not a friend of the insect world...especially insects as bizarre looking as daddy-long-legs.seriously...look at it.  its quite disturbing.  anyhow, i knew i couldnt use the bathroom knowing that thing was free to move about so i decided then and there that i would kill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115231136199072189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115231136199072189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115231136199072189' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115190523235920727</id><published>2006-07-03T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:59.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>get out of towni was on the phone with my roommate who asked me a very important question: can you name the five oceans of the world? "sure," i replied, "atlantic, pacific, indian, arctic and..."crickets. dead silence.it is unfathomable that i would forget something as easy as naming the 5 oceans. this prompted me to do a search on google to find the answer.5 oceans1. atlantic2. pacific3. indian4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115190523235920727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115190523235920727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115190523235920727' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115187730786130762</id><published>2006-07-02T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:59.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>extended weekend updatei was advised by my manager to take monday off (no, our company didn't think it necessary to give us  monday off), so i have a comfy four days to do with it what i please.  james and i vegged out on friday...actually it was more like a$sed out, because we both fell asleep at 11 something watching nightmare on elm st. on the amc channel. i was still in my running clothes (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115187730786130762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115187730786130762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115187730786130762' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-115068408773093536</id><published>2006-06-18T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:59.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>postcards from the edgei spent the bulk of my weekend at my parent's house in englewood.  since they are both home for the summer, i feel it is my duty to squeeze as much quality time as possible with the both of them while they are in this country.  usually, while i'm there, i like to sift through my room and look up the archives that define my past.  this weekend i found postcards that i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115068408773093536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/115068408773093536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115068408773093536' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114896367441692445</id><published>2006-05-30T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:58.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank youthank you for being born 29 years ago...thanks for meeting me four years ago and making fun of the way i ate lobsters. thanks for stealing my bag and making a fool of yourself in the parking lot...a big dude walking around with tiny purse on his shoulder. thank you for making me laugh that night and every night since then. thank you for the countless breakfasts and lunches and dinners. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114896367441692445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114896367441692445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114896367441692445' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114807848784028917</id><published>2006-05-19T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:58.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ode to a geek in the pinkas i was driving to work the other morning, i noticed something strange on the highway. pink powder sprinkled randomly across rt. 78.ok, i know, i shouldn't be taking pictures while driving, but i had to document this strange phenomenon. many things came to mind during my commute. the tooth fairy dropped her fairy dust while traveling on 78. probably not. a truck carrying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114807848784028917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114807848784028917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114807848784028917' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114712702038001846</id><published>2006-05-08T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:57.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> a million dollars and a million dreamshey web people...i have a favor to ask of you. please look at this website: http://dream.markcastillo.com. this person happens to be one of my favorite people in the whole wide world and my brother and i would like for you to be a part of his dream.thanks so much!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114712702038001846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114712702038001846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114712702038001846' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114661542006639239</id><published>2006-05-02T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:57.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> office prankswe have started a tradition at work...when anyone goes on vacation, we mess with their cube. its only fair - they are off having a grand old time, and we are left under flourescent lights and work that never seems to end. our co-worker bill went on vacation for a couple of days, so we decided to have a little fun.we missed bill so much that we made a fake bill (the hand was from a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114661542006639239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114661542006639239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114661542006639239' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114645141877734538</id><published>2006-04-30T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:57.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arturo galan, where are you?we skipped down the streets in the rain during the summer of 5th grade going into 6th grade...or was it 6th going into 7th?  we rolled down snake hill and watched ghost with demi moore and patrick swayze and you cried with me and bles. we talked on the phone til 1 or 2 in the morning and then you left for florida and it broke my heart because i never got to tell you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114645141877734538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114645141877734538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114645141877734538' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114592330317492856</id><published>2006-04-24T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:56.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>absentit's been a whirlwind for the past couple of weeks...so sorry i've neglected you.  much to say in such little time.  sorry that i havent been posting pics on flickr.  this is because i've been looking for the wire to connect my camera to the docking station so i can upload my pics, only to figure out that i left that wire in california when i went to visit my brother &amp; co. last week. i will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114592330317492856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114592330317492856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114592330317492856' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114214284499245482</id><published>2006-03-12T00:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:56.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lazy gitmy day was jam-packed with activities. james and i headed over to the flea market this morning because the day was just too beautiful to stay indoors. i took a bunch of pics with the lomo, so i can't upload anything new seeing as my turnaround time for developing film is about 3-7 years.afterwards we headed over to englewood to run a couple of my errands and on the way back we decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114214284499245482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114214284499245482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114214284499245482' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114161164354586296</id><published>2006-03-05T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:55.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its my birfdayagain, 1 month and two days later...mind you, this was no easy feat. michelle went through much frustration and anger to get this to me, and for that i am eternally grateful. not to mention, this shirt rocks.thank you. thank you. thank you. your gifts are always so thoughtful. whether its a bedroom set or a box of strawberry flavored chapsticks, you always seem to know exactly what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114161164354586296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114161164354586296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114161164354586296' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-114058522257321698</id><published>2006-02-21T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:54.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>photography beginningsthis was the first camera that i ever owned, courtesy of my mother &amp; father. it used 110 film and was a stylish pink &amp; purple...as you can see.  i got this in the third or fourth grade for my birthday.i remember bringing my le clic camera to one of our first family vacations -- walt disney world.  that was a 3 day road trip (from new jersey to florida), crammed in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114058522257321698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/114058522257321698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114058522257321698' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113849970526751013</id><published>2006-01-28T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:53.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>out and aboutas nice as it was outside, it still wasn't nice enough to be wearing flip flops. people are strange sometimes. i would love to wear flip flops, 24/7, but there is a time and a place for that. 50 degrees isn't warm enough to be exposing the toes, i think. its the extremities that tend to go first when frostbite sets in.i took advantage of today's weather and spied on strangers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113849970526751013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113849970526751013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113849970526751013' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113840726375585736</id><published>2006-01-27T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:52.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>foot loose and fancy freeone of my bags came in today.  not the one i was looking more foward to, but i'm still happy. it's like they knew my birfday was coming up and wrapped it accordingly.  very sweet. so worth $25. and its definitely real.this morning i was completely zapped of energy. not only did i not get up until 7:45, but three cups of coffee still did nothing for me. it's probably the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113840726375585736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113840726375585736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113840726375585736' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113833757751019762</id><published>2006-01-26T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:52.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what they say about idle hands...after selling my soul to the devil and buying a ridiculously expensive (albeit gorgeous and 100% worth it) bag, i promised myself that this was to be the bag that ended all bags. after this bag, there would be no reason for me to stray. this bag encompassed anything and everything i could ever want or need from a bag. the color is the perfect shade of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113833757751019762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113833757751019762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113833757751019762' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113798152083234742</id><published>2006-01-22T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:51.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i may have fallen off a cliff...or died from mc, for all you knew. much as happened since the last time we spoke. geez, november. might as well update you on the mc experiment. i only lasted til day 7...i was starving for food, even though i wasnt starving at all. just missed it too much to want to keep going. since then, i've been to the philippines (i had a great time...couldn't believe how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113798152083234742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113798152083234742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113798152083234742' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113314576617271688</id><published>2005-11-27T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:50.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mc - day 3a little tired all day.  it may be the fast, but it also might be because my car broke down twice on the way to the dealership.  luckily, michelle was behind me the whole time.  the first time, i was on 24 right by the mall.  the dashboard just started lighting up like a christmas tree and my car slowed down to a halt.  i lost my power steering during a turn, and i was struggling to get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113314576617271688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113314576617271688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113314576617271688' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113311406998194247</id><published>2005-11-27T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:50.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mc - day 2day 2 went great.  i woke up feeling a little groggy, but that's not new.  i had my tea and my juice and actually felt energized.  totally different from the day before.  i went shopping at woodbridge, menlo and watched rent.  the only uncomfortable part was the cramps...and then having to do #2 in a public bathroom.i had to lug around my drink, which wasnt so bad, but smelling all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113311406998194247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113311406998194247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113311406998194247' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113297585605354159</id><published>2005-11-25T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:21.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mc - day 1i've officially started the fast. strange...i thought today would be cake, but its definitely been challenging. i took my tea last night and this morning and drank 4 glasses so far today. mostly, i've been tired. not hungry, but i know my stomach is empty. i can feel it. i dont know if i'm comforted by that fact or scared by it. i've already lost 4 pounds of water weight/crap weight.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113297585605354159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113297585605354159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113297585605354159' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113261652710602058</id><published>2005-11-21T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:20.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dunzomy car is officially dying.  100,000+ miles in the span of 6 years and its costing me more in service and repairs than its actually worth.  ask me how i've managed to put on that many miles in such a short span of time -- i will not be able to answer that question.  i've never driven cross-country in my car.  the farthest i've been is maine and back.  i'm in the process of writing a very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113261652710602058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113261652710602058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113261652710602058' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113065005087843142</id><published>2005-10-30T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:20.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the countdown beginsi've already started mentally packing. there is a art to packing, and i think i've come close to mastering it. dammit, i took a 10 day trip to barcelona and i had two carry-on bags and that's all folks. that takes skill.the worst part of packing is the shoes part. thank goodness flats are in these days. i really don't feel like lugging my boots around for a 5 day minibreak.my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113065005087843142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113065005087843142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113065005087843142' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-113045889328841070</id><published>2005-10-27T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:20.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday and merry christmas to me!i dont know what's come over me.  i should be scraping up loose change from off the floor right now because i dropped  a pretty penny on my car and christmas is fast approaching...along with michelle and my mother's bdays.  not to mention all the b.s. of bills and crap like that.  and i was eyeing the canon digital slr for my philippines vacation...but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113045889328841070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/113045889328841070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113045889328841070' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-112993297572901387</id><published>2005-10-21T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:19.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY DEEPEST APOLOGIESI AM SO SORRY, MICHELLE. I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON WHO ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO PUT YOU ON THE BIRTHDAY LIST.  I SHOULD BE SHOT.  MY FORGETFULNESS IS NOT A REFLECTION OF MY LACK OF LOVE OR THOUGHTFULNESS...IT IS A SIGN THAT I AM LOSING MY MARBLES BECAUSE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN NOVEMBER...(F.Y.I. I'M GOING TO S.F. IN NOVEMBER AND YOU TOP EVEN THAT).  I'M SORRY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/112993297572901387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/112993297572901387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112993297572901387' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-112701288107438824</id><published>2005-09-17T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:19.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its seems i've neglected you for eonsi apologize for my web absence.  it seems my life has some substance these days. my nephew came to visit me for three weeks.  and in those three weeks i jammed in all the quality time i could with him...at the expense of all other things that usually keep me preoccupied otherwise.  does that sentence make sense?  when he left, i had a hole in my heart that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/112701288107438824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/112701288107438824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112701288107438824' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111473966162117211</id><published>2005-04-28T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:18.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smitten kitten    i am smitten with an mp3 player.  it comes in all pretty colors.  i want it in white.  the reason i am smitten with mp3 player is because i am smitten with all things jason mraz.  james gave me a cd with all mraz songs, and i have been listening to it nonstop for two days.  which makes me want an mp3 player, so i dont have to lug cds around anymore.  i am smitten with a new cell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111473966162117211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111473966162117211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111473966162117211' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111432311068817111</id><published>2005-04-24T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:18.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>birthday shindiglast night we celebrated yet another birthday for bles. she had about three in the past week from me. lola's last saturday; kgosh on monday; mission last night.i finally found my drink. after years of standing at bars, wondering what drink i was going to nurse for the night, and not finding a consistent beverage of choice, mojito's have won me over. two and i've got a pretty nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111432311068817111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111432311068817111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111432311068817111' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111326281375702657</id><published>2005-04-11T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:18.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>san fran weatherwhat a beautiful weekend.  saturday...cool, in the high 50's.  james and i decided to celebrate the lovely weather and the lovely anniversary by walking around and shopping in the city.  (are we the only ones who still celebrate monthly anniversaries?  i think its fun...like a little valentine's day once a month- two in february).  anyhow, we got into the city around 1pm and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111326281375702657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111326281375702657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111326281375702657' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111257164341303055</id><published>2005-04-03T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:17.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chipmunk cheekson a whim last friday, i decided to get my wisdom teeth pulled.  normally, people on a whim do fun things like take a road trip to martha's vineyard or buy that mint green vespa scooter they've had their eye on for years.  for example, sometimes, on a whim, i'll go into the city and do some weekend splurge shopping.  on a whim, i'll drive over to edgewater and get taro bubble tea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111257164341303055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111257164341303055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111257164341303055' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111076872591785744</id><published>2005-03-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:17.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mean this morning, i went to the drive-thru at d&amp;d (i dont care, its still the way i'm going to say it). i was following a white sedan with an older lady driving. she overshot the drive-thru entrance and ended up past it, basically giving me her spot in line. at first, i didnt realize what she was doing -- she just sat in her car and it looked like she was waiting for something. i wasnt paying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111076872591785744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111076872591785744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111076872591785744' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111060174981682558</id><published>2005-03-11T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:17.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the last strawi despise forwards. they are the bain of my existence. i see them in my inbox and i cringe. i warn family and friends of the repercussions they face if they attempt to email me a forward. in theory, its a sweet gesture...foward this to four hundred people and all your problems will disappear...world hunger will end...war in the middle east will cease...israel and palestine will hold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111060174981682558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111060174981682558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111060174981682558' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-111031917521344255</id><published>2005-03-08T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:16.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>d&amp;d?in reference to dunkin donuts, i sometimes refer to it as d&amp;d. follow my train of thought as i relay a conversation i had with bles on friday night, on the way to hoboken.me: i could really go for some d&amp;d right now.bles: d&amp;d?me: dunkin donuts.bles: its not d "and" d, its dd.me: (not comprehending yet) what?  that sounds all wrong.  no, dee-and-dee.bles: its not dunkin "and" donuts, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111031917521344255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/111031917521344255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111031917521344255' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-110981496987925611</id><published>2005-03-02T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:15.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeei'm yearning for a good cup of coffee.  i've been in and out of sleep since i got home from work.  actually, if i want to be truly honest, i was in and out of sleep since i woke up this morning.  while i was getting milk at the grocery this morning, i found the hawaiian sweet bread that i ate everyday while i was in s.f. with james.  its funny how memories work.  ever since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110981496987925611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110981496987925611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110981496987925611' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-110954979516212007</id><published>2005-02-27T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:15.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>activitiesplural.  meaning more than one.  i went riding this weekend...something i've seriously neglected for two years.  surprisingly no major face plants.  actually, no falls whatsoever.  i just realized that my body is not eighteen and as resilient to injury.  i woke up this morning with muscle aches in my feet. and if that wasnt enough, my roommate and i decided to take a little trip to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110954979516212007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110954979516212007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110954979516212007' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-110623787495609135</id><published>2005-01-20T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:14.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>email correspondence dated 1/20/05-----Original Message-----From: co-workerSent: Thursday, January 20, 2005 9:41 AMTo: meSubject: Do u like girl scout cookies and if so, which kind?-----Original Message-----From: meSent: Thursday, January 20, 2005 9:43 AMTo: co-workerRE: Do u like girl scout cookies and if so, which kind?I ate Girl Scout cookies once. I don't remember which kind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110623787495609135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110623787495609135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623787495609135' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-110443539706191711</id><published>2004-12-30T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:14.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day before new years evei’m at work.  i’m very upset that I am still here considering this company has a long-standing tradition of giving its employees a half day before a holiday.  they did it last week.  i was expecting the same courtesy this week.  but no.  the announcement did not come. instead, i’m falling asleep.  and waiting for the end of the day to finally come so i can go home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110443539706191711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110443539706191711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110443539706191711' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-110287561388121965</id><published>2004-12-12T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:14.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one down, one to goi have just finished my last and final project for the semester.  now all i have left to do is study for my exam and them i'm off to sunny california for a mini-break from everything that has been stressing me out for the last three weeks.its very strange, because i've had a public speaking problem all my adult life, but with this class, i was able to overcome that with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110287561388121965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/110287561388121965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110287561388121965' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-109943859430549744</id><published>2004-11-02T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:13.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>election dayi made a difference today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109943859430549744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109943859430549744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109943859430549744' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-109762775126144729</id><published>2004-10-12T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:13.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>close callyesterday morning, as i was walking to my car, a black cat decided to cross my path.  i am a firm believer that bad luck will only happen if you walk across the path the cat crossed.  which isn't really what the superstition is, but i adjust it to my liking, thank you very much.  anyhow, i cross the street to get to the other sidewalk, but the cat decides to cross the street too.  at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109762775126144729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109762775126144729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109762775126144729' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-109460715455673967</id><published>2004-09-07T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:13.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holiday weekend updatefriday: half day/woodbury (no kate s. bag. purchased very cute and stylish yellow hat with pink and green pin stripes.saturday: short hills (cute white tee with leaf accents on shoulderblade); garden state (brown quilted kate s. messenger bag with blue stitching).sunday: nyc (apple green kate s. messenger bag); bbq/poker night (won game against 6 boys and 1 other girl).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109460715455673967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109460715455673967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109460715455673967' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-109330540798147331</id><published>2004-08-23T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:12.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>always look upi spent a beautiful saturday night scrubbing a toilet. and swiffering (wet and dry) my bedroom and bathroom floor, and cleaning the bathroom tub and sink, and scrubbing the soap scum from the sliding doors. and emptying out the garbage. and cleaning the microwave, the kitchen countertops, the stovetop and the floors.and then my roommate and i drank wine and watched tv until my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109330540798147331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109330540798147331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109330540798147331' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-109270872313442530</id><published>2004-08-16T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:12.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>glitcharound three oclock this afternoon, the lights flickered throughout the office building...as did my computer. and next you know, the whole system crashed, and i, along with everyone else in the building, was at a standstill because all work requires a computer.so i began by updating my organizer and organizing it. afterwards, i emailed a bit to pass the time. then i realized on my desk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109270872313442530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109270872313442530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270872313442530' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-109235117045858484</id><published>2004-08-12T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:11.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont be madi know i've neglected you for weeks.  months even.  i dont know for sure.  but i'm going to make a solid effort to write more.  i swear.i just got back from the annual trip to s.f.  *sigh* this trip was too short.  and, as always, i must note that i have the greatest nephew/godson in the entire world.  there is no greater feeling than being loved by a child.  everytime i was away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109235117045858484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/109235117045858484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109235117045858484' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108933850585863411</id><published>2004-07-08T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:11.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been a while apologies for slacking...i've been trying to juggle many things at once. i finished the two grueling weeks of the sb diet. 2 weeks with no carbs, no sugar. the first day i was a mess. i felt dizzy and weak and cranky while watching bles eat her london broil and rice. bitch. i gave up coffee with sugar and cream. i'm a half/half equal girl now. no more soda. no more fries. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108933850585863411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108933850585863411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108933850585863411' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108725605706583851</id><published>2004-06-14T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:11.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its too hoti've been so tired lately, and the only thing i can attribute it to is the weather.  i was so tired during work today and on the way home, i was falling asleep.  it was 4:30! i'm thinking that i need to take vitamins or something to give me some energy, because coffee is just not cutting it anymore.sorry, i'm just too tired to blog, so enjoy the pic instead. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108725605706583851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108725605706583851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108725605706583851' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108675213208247591</id><published>2004-06-08T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:09.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>number 88My parents came home on Saturday. I haven't seen my mom since February so it was nice having her back. When we got home from the airport, I sat there and watched her as she unpacked her luggage and listened as she talked about her trip. At one point, she pulled out a bag of clothes that she had gotten my nephew. Every single shirt had some sort of number on it and I remembered my last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108675213208247591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108675213208247591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108675213208247591' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108562313076567300</id><published>2004-05-26T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:09.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new format?back from academic hiatus.  ahhh.  i have the summer to relax and become as idle as possible.  well, not really...but i'll enjoy my three months of magazine reading and television watching with great enthusiam.work is getting more and more hectic.  we are in the middle of our publishing cycle which means that proofs upon proofs are piling on my desk while i try to plough through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108562313076567300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108562313076567300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562313076567300' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108352031998286254</id><published>2004-05-02T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:09.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no timesorry.  short blog.  final papers due.  final exam.  stress.  lots of reading.  brain explode soon.  unable to form complete sentences.  write again soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108352031998286254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108352031998286254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352031998286254' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108231005290151241</id><published>2004-04-18T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:08.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>useless purchasestwo weeks ago i came to the conclusion that electronic planners were just not for me.  i need to write things down on actual paper and i receive immense satisfaction from actually crossing out something completed on my to do list (instead of just deleting it).  in lieu of this, i purchased a planner from staples.  ok, i admit, it was an impulse buy.  i was actually there to buy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108231005290151241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108231005290151241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231005290151241' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108157090581397893</id><published>2004-04-10T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:08.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday five1. What do you do for a living? i'm an editor at a legal publishing company.  i sit in my little cube all day and edit print and online legal text.  when no one is looking, i'm doing homework for school.  a couple of times i've fallen asleep while working.  2. What do you like most about your job? hmm.  that i'm in the field that i want to be...and not what's been planned out for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108157090581397893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108157090581397893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157090581397893' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108156947305016953</id><published>2004-04-09T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:08.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>probably not a good signafter work i was greeted with a for sale sign on the porch of the building where i rent out the top apartment.  this is questionable.my throat feels weird.  my whole body just feels sick.people that were supposed to call havent called yet.  m. says i shouldnt worry yet.  i've already started too.i had an anxiety "episode" during class this past wednesday.i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108156947305016953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108156947305016953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156947305016953' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108120433853920490</id><published>2004-04-05T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:08.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in need of some fiberdue to some horrific food that i consumed yesterday, i was unable to make it to work this morning.  every half hour i was awoken with serious stomach pains and strange grumbling noises that came deep within the void of my intestines.  this went on from 3am til 6am which is about the time i was supposed to get up and get ready for work.  that did not happen.phoebe's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108120433853920490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108120433853920490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120433853920490' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108101333359959436</id><published>2004-04-03T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:07.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i appreciate the pink fontthis was an email that i sent to m. yesterday at work:I woke up at 7:24 like it was 6:24.  full well knowing that in order to be at work with a cup of dunkin donuts at 8am I have to leave my block no later than 7:15am.  strolling around the kitchen brushing my teeth and looking out the window like i had the time to daydream.  drove through traffic like a normal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108101333359959436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108101333359959436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101333359959436' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-108010884881262646</id><published>2004-03-24T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:07.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should be sleeping!arrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!metal note: don't procrastinate on 2 papers that you've had two weeks to work on when they are due tomorrow.  i told myself i wasnt going to do this, but spring break mellowed me out too much.  not that it really mattered because i only have one day off.  and i work so what the hell?  i dont have any days off.i predict tomorrow will not be a good day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108010884881262646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/108010884881262646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010884881262646' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107974856263078393</id><published>2004-03-19T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:07.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>putting on my party bootsi dont know when i became such an old lady.  somewhere down the line i began to dread going out on the weekends.  a typically enjoyable friday night consisted of dinner and a dvd.  having to get dressed up just seemed too much for me.  drinking and dancing had absolutely no appeal to me.  waiting on a line, waiting for a drink, walking through a crowd, dancing in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107974856263078393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107974856263078393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974856263078393' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107964462021816895</id><published>2004-03-18T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:06.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dadi'm sitting in front of the computer waiting for my dad to get here so that i can take him to the airport.  i woke up a 530 am to get to work by 7 so i could be out of there by 230 (that's with only a half hour lunch break for today and tomorrow).  his flight is at four and i was told to be here by three.  its four now.  my dad's a funny guy.  last night we had dinner at a restaurant.  we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107964462021816895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107964462021816895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107964462021816895' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107818862322974405</id><published>2004-03-01T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>flea market findsit was a lovely weekend for flea market shopping which is exactly what i did on saturday.  i picked up some dollar gloves (it was a little nippy), a very pretty sea-foam green old-fashioned lady wallet and an instamatic camera a la amelie (which surprisingly works).  i spied an overstuffed pink chair that would have looked adorable in the corner of my room and for $30 it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107818862322974405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107818862322974405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818862322974405' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107768152820076008</id><published>2004-02-24T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:05.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm beat!its a long winter.  i'm surprised this is the last week of february.  my one year at hubbell and bubble is coming up.  *sigh*  its funny, the way things work out.  i dont remember all these thing happening in my life until i stop a minute and think about what i've accomplished over the last year.  i'm happy.  can't complain.  i can complain that i didnt get the winning lottery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107768152820076008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107768152820076008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768152820076008' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107621679523017211</id><published>2004-02-07T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:05.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lolai think that should have been my name.  i'm 26.*sigh*at this particular moment, i am truly happy.  i couldnt ask for anything more.my family is spending the weekend together in celebration of birthdays and better weather.  i bought a fancy green polka-dotted scarf that i am presently using as a headwrap but had tied around my neck, a la audrey, at borders bookstore this afternoon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107621679523017211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107621679523017211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621679523017211' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107395125083105914</id><published>2004-01-12T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:05.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changes in the distant futurei've got a master plan for 2004.  its all contingent on executing step one of my master plan which determines the course of my life for the next five or so years.i have yet to hammer out all the little details so far...and i'll save all details for when i complete step one.  all very exciting.i realize that responsibility sucks ass.  now that i'm all grown up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107395125083105914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107395125083105914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395125083105914' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107308501885122102</id><published>2004-01-02T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:04.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>past, present and the future2003 is now a blur.  memories stockpiled as 4"x6" pictures and ink-stained paper for another day to reminisce.  i dont know what i aimed to accomplished in the beginning of 2003 but now its a year later and i wonder what happened to all the time i thought i had.if i sit and wonder about the things i've gained and lost throughout the year, it would be a wasted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107308501885122102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107308501885122102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107308501885122102' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107251444773512539</id><published>2003-12-27T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:04.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hawaii must waitits seems that i am not the winner of $100 million dollars tonight....*sigh* i was really banking on buying a toaster this weekend.  the apartment is lacking one.  and we have all this bread from pathmark going to waste.merry belated christmas to all.  i hope everyone got what they were wishing for.  i just want money so that i can buy a damn toaster and dvd player for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107251444773512539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107251444773512539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251444773512539' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107211756348499853</id><published>2003-12-22T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:04.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its all coming togetherslowly but surely, things are coming around in the apartment.  this weekend was the first weekend that we actually stayed over.  a little jarring, but something i'll eventually get used to.saturday bles and i decided that we desperately needed kitchen things....like food, pots, pans, forks, spoons.  things of that sort.  so we hustled over to target (land of the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107211756348499853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107211756348499853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211756348499853' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107153494247320479</id><published>2003-12-15T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:04.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>updatejust wanted to write a quick note hello and let you know the status of my move.  saturday we moved in the fridge and a bunch of living room furniture...futon, coffee table, bookshelves, tv, etc, etc.i basically cleaned my bedroom and bathroom (i must say, the people that used to live there were very hairy).  yesterday i sat in the apartment alone and watched wedding planner while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107153494247320479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107153494247320479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153494247320479' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-107057799665094158</id><published>2003-12-04T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:03.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a space of my ownsorry posting is so few and far between.  bles, ry and i found an apartment together.  our lease starts on the 15th but i havent started moving anything.  i'm trying to do this as slow and steady as possible.  trying to make moving feel as less stressful as possible.  i feel as if i'm dorming again, but i know this is a whole different ballpark.jeez, mattresses are expensive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107057799665094158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/107057799665094158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107057799665094158' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-106929345290625709</id><published>2003-11-19T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:03.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two scoopssorry its been a while. my brain is too tired to string together words to make paragraphs that probably won't make any sense anyhow.since i havent wrote since october, i should fill you in on what has happened.  hmm.  california was beautiful.  especially the drive up the pacific coast highway.  james and i left l.a. at 9am and didnt get to s.f. til after 7pm.  very.long.drive.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106929345290625709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106929345290625709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929345290625709' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-106582176877916008</id><published>2003-10-10T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:03.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remedythe cure to sadness, depression, anxiety, etc., etc. lies in a video clip titled "ethan singing." i receieved this little piece of heaven the other day and the image of him alone is enough to get me through the month.hopefully i'll be seeing you guys by the end of this month, if all goes well.in honor of one year and nine months, james and i decided to treat ourselves to some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106582176877916008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106582176877916008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106582176877916008' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-106411988527957310</id><published>2003-09-21T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:02.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got a craving for hong kong style beef chow meini spent the majority of the day in bed battling impacted bowels up to the wazoo and watching various shows on tv, none of which held my interest for too long. i ate crepes for dinner and went shopping and you'd think that would take my mind off more serious matters, but alas, it did not.i called a chinese restaurant that i used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106411988527957310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106411988527957310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106411988527957310' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-106401446574479073</id><published>2003-09-19T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:01.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday always comes too latefreshly showered and ready for the rest of the day.  last night, in honor of hurricane isabel (which, by the way, is such a pretty name) i decided to tackle the disaster area called my closet.  inspired by the show 'clean sweep' i decided to finally get rid of clothes that i havent worn for more than a year.  not that i really got far with that.  two huge garbage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106401446574479073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106401446574479073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106401446574479073' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-106323317387998015</id><published>2003-09-10T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:01.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>slow daysyesterday afternoon i fell asleep at my desk while working.  for 30 minutes i slumbered under the whir of typing keys and the hum of the copy machine.  the only reason i woke up was because someone called my name.  they were standing 2 feet away but it sounded like they were 200 feet away.  that whisper in my head signaled something in my brain to awaken the rest of my body.i turned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106323317387998015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106323317387998015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323317387998015' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-106271670264552203</id><published>2003-09-04T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:00.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been a whilei've been too lazy to sit down and string thoughts together in a coherant manner.  i'm looking at my last blog and i realize that i never got to write about my weekend in california.four days of jam packed fun.  i got to see ethan -- he's getting so big.  he calls me attie.  i was so afraid that he wouldnt like me, but he always wanted to hold my hand and he played with me all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106271670264552203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/106271670264552203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271670264552203' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105983984824842955</id><published>2003-08-02T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:00.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anticipationfive more days and then i'm off to california for the weekend.  i can't wait to see fatty &amp; co.  he told me he loved me the other day on the phone and i melted.  i'm wondering how i am going to fit a weekend's worth of clothes in one bookbag.  i thought i could do it, but i was probably smoking crack that night.  yesterday i decided i would get a headstart in packing because this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105983984824842955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105983984824842955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105983984824842955' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105848020268484592</id><published>2003-07-17T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:00.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>simplicitysometimes i wish i could just sit and be happy.  not have an agenda, or a plan, or a schedule to maintain.  i'd just like to sit and be happy with everything around me.sometimes i think i worry too much about the future and i forget what is right next to me.  sometimes i concentrate on what's next to me so much that i forget things past and future.where's the compromise? i worry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105848020268484592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105848020268484592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105848020268484592' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105770344767030003</id><published>2003-07-08T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:00.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh,  by the waydont leave soda cans in your car in ninety-degree plus weather.  they have a tendency to explode.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105770344767030003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105770344767030003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105770344767030003' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105761883283377461</id><published>2003-07-07T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:59.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>itchingmy legs have been ravaged by the misquitoes this weekend.  i kept scratching because of course, i couldnt stop.  and now they swelled up to the size of baseballs and are rather unattractive-looking.tempted to just call it a day and fall asleep.  who knew vacations could be so tiring.  i'm just going to sit outside and eat mangoes for the rest of the day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105761883283377461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105761883283377461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105761883283377461' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105754031473412131</id><published>2003-07-06T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:59.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekend updatei went on a little roadtrip.  i saw a firework display.  i ate nothing but junk all weekend.  i swam and got really tanned.  i played cards and drank alcoholic beverages.  i took pictures.  i slept.  i went to the boardwalk and took a picture in a photobooth.  i ate funnel cake and drank lemonade.  the only thing i didnt get to do was go to the meadowlands fair.  too tired.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105754031473412131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105754031473412131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105754031473412131' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105733828732203216</id><published>2003-07-04T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:58.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not feeling the least bit guilty, thank you very muchsomeone called me yesterday and left me a message that went something like this:"hi sweetie...i wanted to call to let you know that i didnt forget about you.  and to tell you have a happy birthday!..."i'm assuming that this person called the wrong number because i know he knows my real birthday, but i took the message to heart and decided</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105733828732203216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105733828732203216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105733828732203216' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105733541635948506</id><published>2003-07-04T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:58.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>four words:canon powershot G2.yahooey!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105733541635948506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105733541635948506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105733541635948506' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105719421252603760</id><published>2003-07-02T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:58.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my resolve is weakening, once againah, the time has come to splurge on yet another unnamed luxury item.  i actually feel a little guilty about buying this because its so damn expensive, but i've waited over a year for this and the price has actually gone down to somewhat affordable.  and its not like i'm going anywhere this summer.  no vacation.  no big shopping sprees to date.  nothing of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105719421252603760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105719421252603760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105719421252603760' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105709664319098782</id><published>2003-07-01T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:57.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the chaos that never wasi think r.kelly should rethink his nickname "the pied piper of r&amp;b" its such a negative connotation for someone in his current position.i had a hell of a horrible week last weekend so don't even ask.  i'd like to forget it ever happened.i did buy a new bookbag which has now become my new object of affection.  i am currently counting the days til i leave for san </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105709664319098782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105709664319098782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709664319098782' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105598187215432283</id><published>2003-06-18T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:57.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought it was thursdayit boggles my mind how jayz can think to rhyme nonchalant with audience in such a cute way.  everytime i hear that song on the radio, it makes me smile.at this particular moment, i am debating whether or not to drive to either the bookstore or to cvs.  i believe i am succumbing to the laziness, but each destination serves a vital purpose.  i need many a feminine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105598187215432283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105598187215432283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105598187215432283' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-105588931317713899</id><published>2003-06-17T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:57.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit....sorryi know...i've been slacking so badly.  i just want to say congrats to my friends rucelle and alex who just got engaged. my exciting news is never about me.  oh, my car is broken.  that's about it.  my brother is arriving on thursday.  yeay!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105588931317713899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/105588931317713899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105588931317713899' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-95213534</id><published>2003-06-02T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:56.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been so longsorry for the neglect...things are getting hectic with the wedding and just plain old work.  now that i'm out of training, things have been a lot more stressful considering i'm accountable for all the errors i make.  i'm trying to figure out what i've been up to since the last time i wrote, and i cant figure it out.  i'm back to my workout routine, which is one good thing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/95213534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/95213534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95213534' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-94077801</id><published>2003-05-09T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:56.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday five1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not? i'd like to say that i am because i am fascinated with the science of organization.  i loved the trapper keepers with the separate folders for each class and the hello kitty pencil case holders with fancy compartments for the different pens, erasers, etc.  i bought dozens of organizers because i loved filling in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/94077801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/94077801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94077801' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-93954868</id><published>2003-05-07T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:56.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* of reliefits done, finally.  i actually have free time again.  time to read brain cell sucking fashion magazines and time to run and time to blog and time to just sit on my lazy ass and not have to worry about tomorrow. amazingly enough, i got an 'a' on my 15 page paper...my final grade is still undetermined, as my professor still has to read my shitty final paper.  yesterday was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93954868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93954868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93954868' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-93776558</id><published>2003-05-04T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:56.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cool idea of the daythey should make a bear that frowns and smiles on a hug's cue.  when you hug the bear, its smiles for a certain period of time, and if you keep hugging it, it keeps smiling.  but if you leave it unhugged for too long, it will begin to frown and won't smile until you hug it again.these are the things i think of when i am four pages into my final exam.  i've run out of ideas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93776558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93776558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93776558' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-93567525</id><published>2003-04-30T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:55.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pardon the delaytoday was just one of those perfect days.  the weather was amazing, and of course, i celebrated by shopping?!?!  i promise that once my last paper is handed in and class is finally over, i will start running again.  walking up and down stairs does not replace atleast 30 minutes of running.  shame on me.  but i am excited that i will have all this free time on my hands.  what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93567525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93567525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93567525' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-93205993</id><published>2003-04-24T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:55.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its almost fridayi'm still a little under the weather.  i've gotta buckle down this weekend because i've got a 15 page paper due next week and i figure now is a good a time as any to get started.which is why i am on the internet wasting the time away.i forgot to talk about bles &amp; kat's bday party on saturday.  there are pics on tilllate.com.  i'm on the second page with james.... i'm so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93205993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93205993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93205993' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347985.post-93011157</id><published>2003-04-21T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:34:55.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fucking rocksonce upon a time, there was a brand spanking new windshield, free of dirt and grime.  everyday the windshield would look at itself and marvel on how shiny and brand new it was.  then one day while skipping on the road, a mean, nasty old rock threw itself against the nice, pretty windshield causing a crack to form on the lower half of the windshield--a little unslightly, but still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93011157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347985/posts/default/93011157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papersnow.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93011157' title=''/><author><name>l</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
