<?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-5967476</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:41:33.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>the life and times of a young waitress "hoofing" it in the real world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-114460367647757674</id><published>2006-04-09T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:27:56.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm sure no one reads this anymore since its been FOREVER since I've posted, but I'm now located at blog.myspace.com/laurscardella.  Just easier that way.  Hope everyone's doing well!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114460367647757674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=114460367647757674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/114460367647757674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/114460367647757674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-112024916195488795</id><published>2005-07-01T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:19:21.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Armageddon is here</title><summary type='text'>Well, it wasn't who I expected it to be, but Armageddon has begun with the retirement of Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor.  I really thought Rehnquist would go first, but I guess O'Connor just couldn't wait to screw women all over the country.  Filibusters, here we come.

I'm too upset to write more about this, but you can read about it here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112024916195488795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=112024916195488795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/112024916195488795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/112024916195488795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/armageddon-is-here.html' title='Armageddon is here'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-112023562742670264</id><published>2005-07-01T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:33:47.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life could be worse</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it's already July.  I'm off of work today because my company rocks.  I am so glad to be off.  A couple of weeks ago I got transferred down to Accounting where I'm working as an Accounts Payable clerk , and seeing as this week was the end of the quarter, I really feel that I deserved today off.  It was a long and really hard week.  Did I mention long?  On Monday I was there from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112023562742670264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=112023562742670264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/112023562742670264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/112023562742670264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-could-be-worse.html' title='Life could be worse'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111784670119244698</id><published>2005-06-03T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:58:21.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer homeless</title><summary type='text'>Yaaaaayyyyy....I got an apartment.  I don't move in until August 1st, but Caitlin and I have been officially approved and will be the new tenants in unit 315!  Halleluja!  Now I just have to worry about getting new sheets, a new bed (not the mattress or boxspring, but I need a new frame), a new dresser, a new tv, a new nightstand...shit, I am going to be so poor...but at least I'll be living on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111784670119244698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111784670119244698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111784670119244698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111784670119244698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-longer-homeless.html' title='no longer homeless'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111750594758041495</id><published>2005-05-30T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:19:07.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets go titans!</title><summary type='text'>I'm really not sure if I've ever been to a hockey game as exciting as this one was.  The Titans were down 2-0 at the end of two periods, and the whole arena was quiet.  I wasn't seriously thinking that they would win considering the way they had been playing.  Then they turned up the juice a bit at the beginning of the third period and finally scored one.  Then a second, third, fourth, and FIFTH </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111750594758041495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111750594758041495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111750594758041495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111750594758041495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-go-titans.html' title='lets go titans!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111748107546383546</id><published>2005-05-30T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:24:35.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry....</title><summary type='text'>Yeah yeah, I know...REALLY long time no blog.  I apologize for being so delinquent but I seriously have had a ton of shit going on.  

The most importnat thing is...I got an apartment!  I haven't moved in yet, I probably won't move in until the second week of August, but my roommate and I (her name is Caitlin), get the place on July 1st.  It's gorgeous, with hardwood floors and new kitchen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111748107546383546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111748107546383546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111748107546383546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111748107546383546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/sorry.html' title='sorry....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111247441462309794</id><published>2005-04-02T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:40:14.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news mania</title><summary type='text'>Wow, what a crazy few days this has been in the news.  On Thursday Terri Schiavo died, which personally made me feel a little relieved because I was tired of watching her family fight through the media and in the courts.  Lucky for me, the Pope took over the news just after Sciavo's death.  And now today the Pope has died.  It's amazing to see how many thousands of people are crowded into St. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111247441462309794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111247441462309794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111247441462309794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111247441462309794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/news-mania.html' title='news mania'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111245361617790607</id><published>2005-04-02T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T09:53:36.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the other girl</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone seen my morals lying around lately?  I seem to have misplaced them.  Remember "HOT" of a few posts ago?  So it turns out he's back with his girlfriend which I had heard from a mutual friend (which is pretty much all we have, tons and tons of mutual friends) but he's still been calling me.  
So last night, against my better judgment but with a couple of  beers in me to make good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111245361617790607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111245361617790607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111245361617790607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111245361617790607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-girl.html' title='the other girl'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111134331328088924</id><published>2005-03-20T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:28:33.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no sex for you!</title><summary type='text'>So last night I'm driving home from the bar, rocking out to my recently re-discovered Miss Saigon London Cast Recording.  I heard my phone ring, but because I was probably a little intoxicated and also because I was just having so much fun rocking out to my Broadway music, I figured I'd just check my messages when I got home.  
I parked in front of my house, pulled my cell out of my bag and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111134331328088924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111134331328088924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111134331328088924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111134331328088924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-sex-for-you.html' title='no sex for you!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-111128359840681907</id><published>2005-03-19T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:53:18.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new job, new clothes obsession</title><summary type='text'>So, I've officially completed four weeks at my new job.  Well, not exactly four full weeks since I didn't go in yesterday due to the fact that I had a nasty cold (still have a little bit actually).  But I'm really enjoying it, especially the part where I don't have to cater to people's every little obnoxious whim.  I'm just an admin, but I have my own little cubicle with my own computer and even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111128359840681907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=111128359840681907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111128359840681907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/111128359840681907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-job-new-clothes-obsession.html' title='new job, new clothes obsession'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110903531715782919</id><published>2005-02-21T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:21:57.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>milton academy sex scandal</title><summary type='text'>First, a bit of an update on my life.  Then I'll get into the good stuff.

So, tomorrow I start my new job.  I'm working as an administrative assistant-type person with a pharmaceutical company located about twenty minutes from my house.  I'm pretty excited about it, even though I've had to spend about $300 in clothing over the past three days just to have enough stuff to wear to an office where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110903531715782919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110903531715782919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110903531715782919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110903531715782919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/02/milton-academy-sex-scandal.html' title='milton academy sex scandal'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110847631836151983</id><published>2005-02-14T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:06:34.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>get me the fuck out of here</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God, I've had it with my mother.  Everything I say to her is somehow so offensive that it turns into a screaming match.  I made ONE offhand comment about how I wanted to make as much money as possible this week so that I could afford to go shopping if I end up with a job in an office.  She FLIPPED OUT.  She gave me this cold, dirty look and said, I kid you not, "Well then I hope you don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110847631836151983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110847631836151983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110847631836151983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110847631836151983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/02/get-me-fuck-out-of-here.html' title='get me the fuck out of here'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110839812308447313</id><published>2005-02-14T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:22:03.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days left of misery</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I quit my job.  I just couldn't stand it anymore, so I quit.  I have to finish out this schedule (okay, I don't have to, but I said I would) and then I'm on my own.  I don't have another job yet though, so that's a problem.  I've applied for a ton of things on the Web, and I have an interview at Eddie Bauer Home on Tuesday, so I'm doing okay so far.  Yay, I can't believe I actually quit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110839812308447313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110839812308447313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110839812308447313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110839812308447313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/02/8-days-left-of-misery.html' title='8 days left of misery'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110782706957991609</id><published>2005-02-07T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:44:29.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>burger burnout</title><summary type='text'>As I was lying in bed today attempting to recover from the cold that's going around work, I realized that I only have six months left on my sentence of indentured servitude to the restaurant.  Unfortunately, the state of my burnout has become such that six months sounds like six years to me.  For someone that only works four days a week, I'm really tired.  Not to mention poor.
On January 1, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110782706957991609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110782706957991609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110782706957991609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110782706957991609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/02/burger-burnout.html' title='burger burnout'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110771050611496267</id><published>2005-02-06T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:21:46.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman On A Mission</title><summary type='text'>I'm a woman with a mission.  As much as I dislike the idea that a person is incomplete without material possessions, in the past week I've become a less cool, less well-dressed Carrie Bradshaw, which is mostly because all I've been doing is watching Sex and the City.  The point is, all I want now is Chanel, Manolo, Jimmy Choo, and Marc Jacobs.  However, its not like I can really afford it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110771050611496267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110771050611496267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110771050611496267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110771050611496267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/02/woman-on-mission.html' title='Woman On A Mission'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110658983793990849</id><published>2005-01-24T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:03:57.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET ME OUT OF HERE!</title><summary type='text'>Last week at this time I was taking a walk in 75 degree weather in downtown Phoenix.  Today I'm sitting at home in my pajamas, trying to figure out some way to have a cigarette without anyone finding out considering I can't drive anywhere because there's about a foot and a half of snow on the ground and the roads suck big time.  Needless to say, I'd rather be taking that walk in downtown Phoenix </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110658983793990849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110658983793990849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110658983793990849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110658983793990849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2005/01/get-me-out-of-here.html' title='GET ME OUT OF HERE!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110435340761970938</id><published>2004-12-29T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:50:07.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dork</title><summary type='text'>yeah, i'm a dork, but if you're obsessed with The O.C. then check out The Poolhouse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110435340761970938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110435340761970938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110435340761970938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110435340761970938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/12/dork.html' title='dork'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110418868188786700</id><published>2004-12-27T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:04:41.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know its been like more than forever since I've posted.  I've seriously been pushing myself to the limit this past month, what with work, the holidays, volunteering at two different places, not to mention the family obligations the holidays always seem to bring around.  And oh yeah, there's that little law school thing I've been trying to get into also.
Luckily, that little law school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110418868188786700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110418868188786700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110418868188786700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110418868188786700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110185005423132666</id><published>2004-11-30T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:27:34.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>application status update</title><summary type='text'>So I got an email from Pace University Law School today saying that my application there is complete, which is awesome because it means that it shouldn't be all that long before I get a decision from them.  My other good news is that Arizona State University finally requested my law school report which means that my application there should be complete within a week or so, also very very good.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110185005423132666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110185005423132666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110185005423132666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110185005423132666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/application-status-update.html' title='application status update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110161214500753769</id><published>2004-11-27T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:22:25.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alone again</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, alone again in the house for what seems like the umpteenth weekend in the past few months.  Most of the time I don't mind it, but whenever the 'rents leave for the weekend I have to take care of the dogs, which usually entails coming home directly after work to let them out and waking up early to walk and feed them.  It's really not that bad considering that in return I get a couple of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110161214500753769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110161214500753769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110161214500753769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110161214500753769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/alone-again.html' title='alone again'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110099150399091082</id><published>2004-11-20T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:58:23.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye anonymous</title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally changed the settings on the comments.  So, sorry to anyone without blogger who would like to comment on my blog, one of the Anonymous commenters ruined it for everyone else.  And yes Dante, of course I know that it was not you posting those obnoxious comments.  You've never had anything but nice things to say to me, and although we don't actually know each other, I would guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110099150399091082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110099150399091082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110099150399091082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110099150399091082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/goodbye-anonymous.html' title='goodbye anonymous'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110066584796826707</id><published>2004-11-16T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:30:47.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>read this...</title><summary type='text'>If you don't read anything else this week, read this week's op-ed by Maureen Dowd, Slapping the Other Cheek.
I'm not gonna say anything about it, just read it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110066584796826707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110066584796826707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110066584796826707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110066584796826707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/read-this.html' title='read this...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110028976390503136</id><published>2004-11-12T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T15:02:43.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>young voter turnout (again)</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to respond to a comment that was left on this blog after my little rant about the young voter turnout in last Tuesday's election.
The comment is as follows: 
"I am a single 24 year old woman who voted for Bush and I sure there are more young voters who voted the same way. Maybe you would have been happier if they had voted the way you wanted them to...for that lying sack of skin Kerry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110028976390503136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110028976390503136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110028976390503136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110028976390503136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/young-voter-turnout-again.html' title='young voter turnout (again)'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110028867406513309</id><published>2004-11-12T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:44:34.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>booty trouble part 2</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I should have just called out of work this morning.  I was there for about an hour, in a shit-tastic section mind you, and at 12:30 I had yet to receive my first table.  And the restaurant was busy.  But I was in the smoking section, usually the domain of the bartender during lunch.  So anyway, I was walking around, and it sucked.  I was so uncomfortable, and then it really started to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110028867406513309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110028867406513309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110028867406513309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110028867406513309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/booty-trouble-part-2.html' title='booty trouble part 2'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-110027519015911428</id><published>2004-11-12T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:59:50.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>booty trouble</title><summary type='text'>I don't wanna get too graphic here, but have you ever had a hemorrhoid?  Trust me, you don't want one.  I've had two in my life, and the second one is making my ass a big pain in the ass right now.  I have no idea how I got it, although my mom thinks that the fact that I work on my feet the whole day could have contributed to it.  Anyway, I seriously considered calling out of work this morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/110027519015911428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=110027519015911428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110027519015911428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/110027519015911428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/booty-trouble.html' title='booty trouble'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109949680378420314</id><published>2004-11-03T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:46:43.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe this</title><summary type='text'>I am so disenchanted with young voters.  Actually, I'm more disenchanted with the young NON-voters.  I just don't get it.  All you 18-29 year olds who didn't vote, what's the deal?  You don't like the war in Iraq or our reasons for going there.  You want women's rights to be protected.  You want the economy not to suck, so you can graduate from college and actually find a job.  But then you don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109949680378420314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109949680378420314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109949680378420314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109949680378420314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-cant-believe-this.html' title='i can&apos;t believe this'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109853861762329945</id><published>2004-10-23T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T09:36:57.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>been a long time</title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's been quite a while since I've posted.  Like two weeks.  I've been a busy little bee, what with work, my brother's 21st birthday, my best friend's 24th birthday the day after, etc.  And now, for the past 4 days or so, I've had a cold.  It wasn't that bad until yesterday when it really hit me hard.  That was wonderful since I had to work a double.  I coughed the entire day (hopefully not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109853861762329945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109853861762329945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109853861762329945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109853861762329945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-long-time.html' title='been a long time'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109718997121164593</id><published>2004-10-07T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:59:31.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my fucking flu shot!</title><summary type='text'>I'm pissed about the flu shot situation.  Last year I got the flu, and let me express to you exactly how much I DO NOT want to get the flu again this year.  I REALLY DO NOT WANT THE FLU THIS YEAR.  I'm so going to the ShopRite on Saturday where they're having a flu shot clinic thingy.  They said they probably won't turn people away, even though they're only looking for high-risk people.  I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109718997121164593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109718997121164593' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109718997121164593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109718997121164593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-want-my-fucking-flu-shot.html' title='i want my fucking flu shot!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109649086105531889</id><published>2004-09-29T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:47:41.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pimpin' it</title><summary type='text'>Yup, I am definitely enjoying my new wheels.  I feel like such a pimp driving around with leather seats.  Of course, I don't feel like that much of a pimp, seeing as I don't know any pimps who drive Volvos.  But I'm just trying to express to you how cool I feel driving around in a car that looks as nice as mine.  I have noticed a few scratches in the paint since I picked it up, so I might call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109649086105531889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109649086105531889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109649086105531889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109649086105531889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/pimpin-it.html' title='pimpin&apos; it'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109604308996195933</id><published>2004-09-24T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:24:49.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye murray, hello sheila</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I'm getting my new car.  Oh, didn't I tell you I'm getting a new car?  Well, new isn't really the technical term for it.  I think the technical term is Certified Pre-Owned or some shit like that.  All that means is that the car is used, but because they call it Certified Pre-Owned they get to charge you more money for it.  Anyway, I bet you want to know all about my CPO car.  I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109604308996195933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109604308996195933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109604308996195933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109604308996195933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/goodbye-murray-hello-sheila.html' title='goodbye murray, hello sheila'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109547054743790647</id><published>2004-09-17T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:22:27.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, the weekend</title><summary type='text'>I am so happy that the weekend is here.  It hasn't been an overly interesting week, just what has seemed like an overly long one.  I've just been up early every day and out late every night so I'm a tad on the tired side.  Honestly, I don't know why I go out so freakin often.  I mean, I get so tired.  But then again, its hard when you actually work with the people you're friends with because its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109547054743790647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109547054743790647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109547054743790647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109547054743790647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-weekend.html' title='finally, the weekend'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109483465604884953</id><published>2004-09-10T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:44:16.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna give me a car?</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago, the overdrive light on my car began flashing.  I'm not a total moron, I know that if the overdrive is off, that means I pressed the button.  But I hadn't.  So I pressed it a couple of times, tried to get the thing to stop flashing, and then decided I would go get the light fixed on Friday morning since I didn't have to be at work.  At that point, it honestly didn't occur to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109483465604884953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109483465604884953' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109483465604884953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109483465604884953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/wanna-give-me-car.html' title='wanna give me a car?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109456335054134269</id><published>2004-09-07T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:22:30.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what pisses me off</title><summary type='text'>I'll tell you what pisses me off.  It's already getting goddamn cold here in NJ and it's only the 7th of September.  Right now, at 9:20AM its only 69 degrees out.  I had to wear a 3/4 sleeved shirt last night.  But you wanna know what pisses me off more than the impending winter months (or maybe it just makes me wish I was there)?  Right now its 6:21AM in Scottsdale, AZ.  The sun has not yet even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109456335054134269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109456335054134269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109456335054134269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109456335054134269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-pisses-me-off.html' title='what pisses me off'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109450170416773655</id><published>2004-09-06T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:15:04.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reading frenzy</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading A LOT lately.  In fact, I've read two books already this week and I'll probably finish a third today.  I think I'm just trying to make up for all the books I didn't read while I was attempting to get through Anna Karenina (I haven't finished it yet, but I only have like 200 pages left and I really really really needed a break from 19th century Russian society).  
The books I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109450170416773655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109450170416773655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109450170416773655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109450170416773655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/reading-frenzy.html' title='reading frenzy'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109432890375147838</id><published>2004-09-04T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:15:03.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Dan for emailing me this new (and very current) George W. Bush quote of the day (do you think I should maybe start calling it the quote of the month or something?  I've been slacking a little on posting these).  Anyway, here it is.

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful and so are
we.

They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our
country and our people and neither do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109432890375147838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109432890375147838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109432890375147838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109432890375147838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/09/quote-of-day_04.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109390594392330640</id><published>2004-08-30T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:45:43.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the grind</title><summary type='text'>Well, its back to the daily grind.  I volunteered today at Planned Parenthood, and tomorrow its back to work.  Hopefully I'll be able to pick up a shift for Friday night, but if not, I may try to hang out with Dan.  We didn't get together yesterday because he was too tired, but the great thing was that he actually called to tell me he was too tired and asked if I wanted to do something later in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109390594392330640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109390594392330640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109390594392330640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109390594392330640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-to-grind.html' title='back to the grind'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109373051352705222</id><published>2004-08-28T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T18:01:53.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love arizona</title><summary type='text'>Wanna see the resort I stayed at in Arizona?  We stayed at the Fairmont Scottsdale Princess in (duh) Scottsdale, Arizona.  Check out the slideshow.  The place was SO BEAUTIFUL.  I'll post pictures as soon as I can.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109373051352705222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109373051352705222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109373051352705222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109373051352705222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-love-arizona.html' title='i love arizona'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109372279921867269</id><published>2004-08-28T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T15:53:19.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains...</title><summary type='text'>You know that saying "when it rains, it pours?"  How true it is indeed. 
The family flew back from Arizona last night, although we were all whimpering with pity for ourselves at having to leave the gorgeous Valley of the Sun.  I am extremely tan though.  Right, not the point.  I'll go on with my theme.
So, let me just put it this way.  My inner slut had been out of commission for quite a long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109372279921867269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109372279921867269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109372279921867269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109372279921867269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/when-it-rains.html' title='when it rains...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109295981548680700</id><published>2004-08-19T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:56:55.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr...</title><summary type='text'>Here we go again.  Let me recount part of a conversation that I had last night:
Him: I'll call you when I get home from the gym.
Me:  OK.
Okay, so it's only 7:45, he could still be at the gym, or he could be just getting home and showering or eating or something, so I'll try my best not to jump to conclusions.  But its taking a pretty big effort, especially seeing as he gets off of work really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109295981548680700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109295981548680700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109295981548680700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109295981548680700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/grrr.html' title='grrr...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109294757010889530</id><published>2004-08-19T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:32:50.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*****OLYMPIC SPOILERS*****</title><summary type='text'>If you do not wish to know the results of tonight's Women's Gymnastics Individual All-Around Final, DO NOT READ THIS POST! 
So, I was just at the USA Gymnastics homepage because I have a problem with needing instant gratification and I wanted to know who won the gold in the women's All-Around today in Athens. 
So, I hope you want to know this, because I warned you at the top of the post.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109294757010889530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109294757010889530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109294757010889530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109294757010889530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/olympic-spoilers_19.html' title='*****OLYMPIC SPOILERS*****'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109261366370952121</id><published>2004-08-15T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T19:47:43.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>away for a while</title><summary type='text'>So, I won't be able to write as much for a little while.  My computer is dead so I have to use the family computer, which is virtually never available.  I have to send mine back to Dell so that they can fix it and they said I would have it back in 4-5 business days, but I'll probably already be in Arizona on vacation when that happens.  
Anyway, I did end up seeing Derek on Friday night and all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109261366370952121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109261366370952121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109261366370952121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109261366370952121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/away-for-while.html' title='away for a while'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109241289613618883</id><published>2004-08-13T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T12:01:36.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the disenchantment</title><summary type='text'>So, I did finally talk to Derek on Wednesday night.   But only because I called him, chickened out like a 3rd grader after the phone rang twice, and hung up.  He called me back about a half hour later.  I did however, go over to work and I ended up going out with Lisa, who gave me some very interesting information regarding this guy that I'm going out with.
Interesting Tidbit #1:  He's never had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109241289613618883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109241289613618883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109241289613618883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109241289613618883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-disenchantment.html' title='oh, the disenchantment'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109226881199148182</id><published>2004-08-11T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:00:11.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just pick up the fucking phone already!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so he said he would call me on Wednesday.  I have a bad feeling.  It's only 8 (well, not even yet) but for some reason I'm already starting to get pissed off.  I think its because I decided, fine, I'll do all the initiating, but that doesn't get him out of calling when he specifically tells me he will.  Because that just won't work.  It'll piss me off, and then regardless of the amount of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109226881199148182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109226881199148182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109226881199148182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109226881199148182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-pick-up-fucking-phone-already.html' title='just pick up the fucking phone already!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109220185468847563</id><published>2004-08-11T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:24:14.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i want?</title><summary type='text'>So, I haven't written for the past few days. I've been mulling some things over in my head, and its just taken me a little while to decide what I want to say about them. 
Last Friday I finally did bite the bullet and call Derek. He was doing some stuff with friends and said that he would call me when they were leaving the bar. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was going out with people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109220185468847563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109220185468847563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109220185468847563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109220185468847563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-do-i-want.html' title='what do i want?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109182700472763082</id><published>2004-08-06T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:17:34.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>basic truth in life</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I may have inadvertently discovered one of life's basic truths. Wanna hear?

It's very simple.

If you wake up in the morning and take half of a Percocet and a whole Adderall, you will throw up. I found this out the hard way today. Obviously, I'm still having a little mouth pain, and I take the Adderall every day for my ADD. I had never taken them so close together. My body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109182700472763082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109182700472763082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109182700472763082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109182700472763082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/basic-truth-in-life.html' title='basic truth in life'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109151528876204427</id><published>2004-08-03T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:41:28.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>middle of the night musings</title><summary type='text'>So here it is the middle of the night and I'm awake. I just love being awake in the middle of the night (note the unending sarcasm I'm attempting to throw in here). Anyway, I'm attributing my insomnia to a couple of things. One thing really. 

I didn't take my Adderall for 5 days, and for those of you who know anything about the side effects of my little wonder-drug, well, insomnia is one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109151528876204427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109151528876204427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109151528876204427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109151528876204427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/middle-of-night-musings.html' title='middle of the night musings'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109139613214950354</id><published>2004-08-01T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T17:35:32.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s.</title><summary type='text'>welcome to lauren's 10th month of blogging on blogger.  yay.  wooo.  time to pass out from excitement.  i can't wait until i'm healed.  drugs suck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109139613214950354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109139613214950354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109139613214950354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109139613214950354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/ps.html' title='p.s.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109139598565297647</id><published>2004-08-01T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T17:33:05.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tooth update</title><summary type='text'>Today has been a much more productive day for me, recovery-wise. By that I mean that I only slept for like 6 hours out of the day. Okay, I might be exaggerating. I probably only slept like 4. But seriously, that's good for me. And, I haven't taken a single Percocet the entire day. Fuck, that's a lie too. I took one. I think. Shit, this stuff really fries your brain. I haven't smoked in 4 days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109139598565297647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109139598565297647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109139598565297647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109139598565297647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/08/tooth-update.html' title='tooth update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109132490000507124</id><published>2004-07-31T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T21:48:20.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recap</title><summary type='text'>Well, its been yet another interesting week. 

On Wednesday I had my second wonderful date with Derek.  I really like him a lot, although we have to find a better place to make out because the car is getting old, plus it makes me feel like I'm in high school again.  Anyway, the date went wonderfully and I have absolutely no doubts that I'll see him again very soon. 

As soon as I don't look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109132490000507124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109132490000507124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109132490000507124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109132490000507124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/recap.html' title='recap'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109096530611925131</id><published>2004-07-27T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T17:55:06.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>convention</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone been watching any of the Democratic National Convention?  Usually, I try to stay away from watching that stuff, even though I'm a super-Democrat (my own description of myself), because it puts me to sleep.  But seeing as all the networks were carrying coverage of the convention starting at about 10pm last night, I had no choice.  And I'm actually glad I watched.

Bill Clinton's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109096530611925131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109096530611925131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109096530611925131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109096530611925131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/convention.html' title='convention'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109080135998142324</id><published>2004-07-25T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T20:22:39.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Swings Gator at Girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>You gotta check this out.  Honestly, it amazes me how completely freakish and completely nuts people can be.  But at the same time, let me ask you this:  who the hell keeps a pet alligator???

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109080135998142324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109080135998142324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109080135998142324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109080135998142324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/man-swings-gator-at-girlfriend.html' title='Man Swings Gator at Girlfriend'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109077754109338539</id><published>2004-07-25T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T13:45:41.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Land</title><summary type='text'>Everyone has to go to JibJab.com and check out their video called "This Land."  It's hysterical.  In fact, I think I might go watch it again now.  


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109077754109338539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109077754109338539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109077754109338539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109077754109338539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-land.html' title='This Land'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109056365173659611</id><published>2004-07-23T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T02:20:51.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck</title><summary type='text'>I'll tell you what.  Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with this week.  First fucking Jen's husband has a stroke at 38 years old.  That's not fucking supposed to happen.  Then Emily decides she has to try to kill herself?  Seriously, how much is one person supposed to be able to deal with in less than one fuck week?  

I'm pissed as shit at Emily.   What exactly does she think I'm made of?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109056365173659611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109056365173659611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109056365173659611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109056365173659611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-fuck.html' title='what the fuck'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109052532505940130</id><published>2004-07-22T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T15:42:05.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more bad news</title><summary type='text'>And the week just keeps on getting better.  About an hour ago I got a call from Rory and she said that our friend Emily tried to kill herself last night and so she's in the hospital too.  Apparently she took a whole bunch of pills.  It's so weird, I just talked to her the other day and everything seemed fine.  I'm hanging out with my friend Lambert tonight, and he works with her, so maybe he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109052532505940130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109052532505940130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109052532505940130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109052532505940130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/more-bad-news.html' title='more bad news'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109047051113432988</id><published>2004-07-22T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:28:31.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first dates</title><summary type='text'>So, I went out with Derek tonight.  It went really well.  As in, I'm not even sure I want to share it with anyone yet because I almost sort of want to keep it private for a little while.  But let me just say that I really like him and it went really well.  That's about all I can say right now.  I think my brain has to process it all before I can start talking about it, ya know?  Anyway, its not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109047051113432988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109047051113432988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109047051113432988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109047051113432988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/first-dates.html' title='first dates'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-109029151720205438</id><published>2004-07-19T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:45:17.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy shit, a lot has happened in the past few days.  And not all of it good. 
I spent the weekend in DC visiting a friend that I used to work with while I was in college and I had a total blast.  I went to a strip club!  First time for me.  It was really fun actually. Oh, and I saw the new World War II Memorial on the Mall and I went to see the Brown vs. Board of Education exhibit at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/109029151720205438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=109029151720205438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109029151720205438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/109029151720205438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/holy-shit-lot-has-happened-in-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108935437011291644</id><published>2004-07-09T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T02:26:10.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I met a guy!
I went to a party tonight, just got home, and I had to let everyone (okay, so Dante may be the only one reading) know that I met a guy.  Honestly, don't know much about him yet, but he's nice, he's cute, he's got a degree and a job, and he drives a Porsche Cayenne (which, by the way, at the very least retails at about $45,000 and at the most retails at about $90,000, but I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108935437011291644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108935437011291644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108935437011291644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108935437011291644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-met-guy-i-went-to-party-tonight-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108897141189661997</id><published>2004-07-04T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T16:03:31.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>great news</title><summary type='text'>Wanna hear my good news?  I got my LSAT score, and I got a 163!  That puts me in the 90th percentile!  I was so stoked when I got the score on Friday night.  I wasn't even looking for it b/c they had told me I wouldn't get it until July 6, which as you know, is Tuesday.  So anyway, it opens up a bunch of doors for me and makes me feel smart (because I'm smarter than 90% of the people who took the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108897141189661997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108897141189661997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108897141189661997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108897141189661997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/great-news.html' title='great news'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108873097151172960</id><published>2004-07-01T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:16:11.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy crazy week</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, yeah, I know.  Long time no blog.  I've been busy.
Last weekend I went to upstate NY for my cousin's high school graduation.  It was nice to see the family, but not overly interesting otherwise.  Then this Tuesday and Thursday (today that is) I had my volunteer training at Planned Parenthood.  I'm going to be a Pregnancy Options Counselor.  I would be more enthusiastic if I wasn't so damn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108873097151172960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108873097151172960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108873097151172960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108873097151172960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/crazy-crazy-week.html' title='crazy crazy week'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108802227325187940</id><published>2004-06-23T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T16:24:33.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, the lottery</title><summary type='text'>I know you must be tired of it by now, but here's some more wisdom from our esteemed, "intelligent," and fearless leader.
"The system is less about justice and more about somethin' that looks like the lottery... And with the plaintiff's bar gettin' as much as 40% of any verdict, sometimes there's only one winner in the lottery."*
George W. Bush
January 16, 2003
Referring to current medical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108802227325187940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108802227325187940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108802227325187940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108802227325187940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/ah-lottery.html' title='ah, the lottery'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108800879669411200</id><published>2004-06-23T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:39:56.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gripes</title><summary type='text'>I have to get this off my chest.  My biggest pet peeve ever is when someone finishes a roll of toilet paper and doesn't replace it.  My second biggest pet peeve ever is when someone finishes a roll of toilet paper and doesn't take it off the holder-thingy and instead just leaves the new roll of toilet paper on top of it, or on the counter or something.  I mean really, this shit drives me NUTS.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108800879669411200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108800879669411200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108800879669411200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108800879669411200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/gripes.html' title='gripes'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108785406589004127</id><published>2004-06-21T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:41:05.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>days of summer</title><summary type='text'>Yay for days that involve lemonade and lying out by the pool in my bathing suit.  I love summer.  I love the weekend.  Okay, I know its not the weekend, but today is my Sunday since I work Saturdays and have Sundays and Mondays off.  
Life is also really good now that I'm done with the LSAT class.  Before it was like having 1 day off each week because on Mondays and Wednesdays I'd have to go to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108785406589004127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108785406589004127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108785406589004127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108785406589004127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/days-of-summer.html' title='days of summer'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108770070962264930</id><published>2004-06-19T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:05:09.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no words</title><summary type='text'>My mom put it best when she said that these people are just not human.
I could try to pontificate as to what I think of the atrocity of the beheading of Paul Johnson yesterday, as well as Nick Berg, but the truth is that I have no words.  These people make me feel sick inside.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108770070962264930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108770070962264930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108770070962264930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108770070962264930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-words.html' title='no words'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108751271596399975</id><published>2004-06-17T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T18:51:55.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the phillies game</title><summary type='text'>Oh boy was that a great baseball game last night.  (Read:  I am being seriously sarcastic here.)  So let's see.  I picked up Jen at her apartment and then we drove down to Rory's house where we sat for a few minutes before leaving in two different cars.  Rory picked Jen to navigate, although I'm not sure why since Jen moved from Colorado less than two years ago and doesn't know the area at all (I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108751271596399975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108751271596399975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108751271596399975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108751271596399975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/phillies-game.html' title='the phillies game'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108741435127434393</id><published>2004-06-16T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:32:31.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really stupid sometimes</title><summary type='text'>So my friend Jen just called and invited me to go to a Philadelphia Phillies game with her, Rory and Kate.  Rory and Kate won the tickets in a work contest on Friday and Saturday nights this past weekend, and it turns out that they have an extra ticket.  Why is this stupid of me?  Well, perhaps because I really did only get like 2 hours of sleep last night and I haven't napped other than for like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108741435127434393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108741435127434393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108741435127434393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108741435127434393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-really-stupid-sometimes.html' title='i&apos;m really stupid sometimes'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108736895926511369</id><published>2004-06-16T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T02:55:59.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this blows</title><summary type='text'>It's like, ridiculously late--or early, depending in how you prefer to look at it--and I'm still fucking awake.  If you think perhaps I sound a little bitter, you would be right.  I tried to go to sleep a little early tonight because I have an appointment with an oral surgeon tomorrow about getting my wisdom teeth removed sometime in the future.  But anyway, the appointment.  Yeah, its at 8.  AM.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108736895926511369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108736895926511369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108736895926511369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108736895926511369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-blows.html' title='this blows'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108727145479494347</id><published>2004-06-14T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:50:54.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><summary type='text'>The LSAT is over.  Wow.  I can't believe its over.  I'm really quite relieved, and I think I did well, but don't hold me to that.  I should be getting my score in approximately 3 weeks, so around July 6 (according to the testing people).  It's weird cuz a whole lot of my life has revolved around this stupid test for the past three months.  Now I have to go back to living in the real world.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108727145479494347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108727145479494347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108727145479494347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108727145479494347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108722488246559615</id><published>2004-06-14T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:54:42.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d-day</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day that the other shoe is going to drop, the shit is going to hit the fan, the....okay, I'm out of dumb euphemisms (my repetoire is very small).  The point is, today is the day that pretty much determines where I'm going to get into law school.  Yep, that's right, after months of whining about LSAT homework and going to class, etc., today is finally the day that I'm taking the LSAT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108722488246559615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108722488246559615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108722488246559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108722488246559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/d-day.html' title='d-day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108708406862679363</id><published>2004-06-12T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T19:47:48.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my new obsession</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how it happened, but in the past few days I've been totally obsessed with Tobey Maguire.  Even I'm starting to think I'm weird.  
I'd never even seen the first Spider-Man movie, but today I went out and rented it because I decided that I liked Tobey Maguire and didn't want to see the second movie, which I believe is coming out in a few weeks, until after I had seen the first.  Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108708406862679363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108708406862679363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108708406862679363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108708406862679363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-new-obsession.html' title='my new obsession'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108680120282362790</id><published>2004-06-09T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:13:22.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tanning is a bitch</title><summary type='text'>So today I decided that since my expensive tan was fading, and since I didn't have any tans left at Hollywood Tans, and don't really intend to purchase any (I'd rather acquire skin cancer the old fashioned way), I'd go out and lay by the pool.  So I put on my bathing suit, slathered myself with sunscreen, grabbed one of my LSAT workbooks and the dog and made my way out to the backyard.  I was out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108680120282362790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108680120282362790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108680120282362790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108680120282362790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/tanning-is-bitch.html' title='tanning is a bitch'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108674488361315382</id><published>2004-06-08T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:34:43.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>down to the wire</title><summary type='text'>I'm officially taking the LSAT in 6 days (5 if you don't count today, 4 if you don't count today or Monday, the day I take the test, but who's counting?).  I feel pretty good about it, especially after my last diagnostic, on which I got a 161.  That definitely made me feel a bit more confident.  And I heard that Testmasters students* tend to go up about 5 points on the real test from their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108674488361315382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108674488361315382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108674488361315382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108674488361315382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/down-to-wire.html' title='down to the wire'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108666317788696971</id><published>2004-06-07T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:52:57.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to fit a roung peg into a square hole...</title><summary type='text'>One of the things we did before comin' over is we had a round-table discussion sitting around a square table.
George W. Bush
February 12, 2003
Speaking to a group of "small investors" in Virginia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108666317788696971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108666317788696971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108666317788696971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108666317788696971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/trying-to-fit-roung-peg-into-square.html' title='trying to fit a roung peg into a square hole...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108655023272245450</id><published>2004-06-06T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:30:32.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J. Lo's Cred</title><summary type='text'>I think it's safe to say that J. Lo's credibility--what was left of it after she and Ben Affleck cancelled their wedding (not to mention their engagement)--is gone:
J.Lo &amp; Marc Anthony:  They Do!
Honestly, I think the girl has a problem with serial monogamy.  Maybe you should get some counseling honey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108655023272245450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108655023272245450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108655023272245450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108655023272245450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-los-cred.html' title='J. Lo&apos;s Cred'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108649638098715148</id><published>2004-06-06T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:33:00.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reagan</title><summary type='text'>It's just like Reagan to die on the 60th anniversary of D-Day.  
That's all I have to say about that, except that its too bad that he didn't kick the bucket a few months ago (if you think I'm being unpatriotic or whatever, shove it) because my best friend's husband would have been one of the soldiers carrying the casket.  Until about a month and a half ago, he was a member of the Air Force Honor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108649638098715148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108649638098715148' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108649638098715148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108649638098715148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/reagan.html' title='reagan'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108647625993473644</id><published>2004-06-05T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T18:57:39.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken Philly</title><summary type='text'>So, Smarty Jones lost the Belmont Stakes.  I'm really upset.  I wanted him to win so badly, him being our Philadelphia hometown hero and all.  I hate Birdstone.  Bad horse.  Stupid horse, stupid name, couldn't just let Smarty and Philadelphia have their freakin' glory.  I have to go now so I can sulk like a child.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108647625993473644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108647625993473644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108647625993473644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108647625993473644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/heartbroken-philly.html' title='Heartbroken Philly'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108647256047314104</id><published>2004-06-05T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T17:56:00.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Luck to Smary Jones in the Belmont Stakes! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108647256047314104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108647256047314104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108647256047314104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108647256047314104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/good-luck-to-smary-jones-in-belmont.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108627534435251605</id><published>2004-06-03T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T11:09:04.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>girls lie too</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to share with you the lyrics to a song that I find particularly amusing.
Girls Lie Too
by Terri Clark
Son she can’t go out tonight again 
Her sister’s sick, she’s gotta baby-sit 
Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good excuse 

Now you didn’t hear any of this from me 
But things aren’t always what they seem 
Brace yourself, this may come as a shock to you 

Girls lie, too 
We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108627534435251605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108627534435251605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108627534435251605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108627534435251605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/girls-lie-too_03.html' title='girls lie too'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108614382206970072</id><published>2004-06-01T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:37:02.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you gotta read this</title><summary type='text'>Swedish Moose Runs Off With Bicycle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108614382206970072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108614382206970072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108614382206970072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108614382206970072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-gotta-read-this.html' title='you gotta read this'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108612403091791134</id><published>2004-06-01T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:07:10.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the senate comes to the fish</title><summary type='text'>Okay, not the whole Senate, but on Sunday night Senator John Edwards of North Carolina made an appearance at the restaurant I work at.  I however, was not there.  Too bad, because I think he's pretty cute.  He was only there though because his daughter (who is my age) is graduating from Princeton University this week.  Still though, I'm pretty impressed that he ate where I work.  I happen to like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108612403091791134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108612403091791134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108612403091791134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108612403091791134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/06/senate-comes-to-fish.html' title='the senate comes to the fish'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108602424067858610</id><published>2004-05-31T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:24:00.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Princeton Alumni Weekend P-Rade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108602424067858610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108602424067858610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108602424067858610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108602424067858610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/princeton-alumni-weekend-p-rade.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108602395021059992</id><published>2004-05-31T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:19:10.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy memorial day</title><summary type='text'>Today is Memorial Day, which you might not know if, for some reason, you're reading this blog from another country.  Anyway, this Memorial Day is absolutely beautiful.  If you like rain and clouds and 63 degree weather, which you might if you were from like Alaska or something (no offense to people from Alaska, I've been there and I loved it).  So yeah, today is gross and ugly and not what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108602395021059992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108602395021059992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108602395021059992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108602395021059992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='happy memorial day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108586949245687014</id><published>2004-05-29T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T18:24:52.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my neck hurts</title><summary type='text'>I've been playing too much online Pyramid solitaire.  I'm a dork.  I've also been doing dumb things lately, like signing up for all those cash for surveys type of sites.  The newest one I've signed up for is Inbox Dollars, which actually seems to be an okay one, not to mention which you get $5 just for signing up (and yes, I am that dorky that I did just give you a referral link because if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108586949245687014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108586949245687014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108586949245687014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108586949245687014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-neck-hurts.html' title='my neck hurts'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108569615275292910</id><published>2004-05-27T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:15:52.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><summary type='text'>So the comments aren't working.  UGH!  That pisses me off.  I've done everything (EVERYTHING) that it says to do in the Blogger help section and they still don't work.  And I lost the code from my old comment system.  Oy.  Oh well.  I'll get them back up ASAP so that De Marquis can woo me again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108569615275292910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108569615275292910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108569615275292910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108569615275292910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108563288135473078</id><published>2004-05-27T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:41:21.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><summary type='text'>So I decided I hate pink.  So I went for green.  But unfortunately, since this isn't one of those templates that is done by Blogger, there are a few kinks that I need to work out.  Please, please, please e-mail me if the comments don't work, because I had to put all that in my self and I have absolutely no idea if it works or not.  Other than that, whaddya think?  Pretty nifty little layout isn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108563288135473078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108563288135473078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108563288135473078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108563288135473078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108559194646448194</id><published>2004-05-26T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:19:06.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>presidential debate</title><summary type='text'>I was so excited earlier today when I heard that Princeton University was going to be the site of one of this year's Presidential Debates.  Yay, the perfect opportunity to puke in public as W. is speaking.  But no, I checked the official website, and Princeton is not listed.  How much does that suck?  I was actually very excited to be able to get to hear what Kerry has to say about a lot of thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108559194646448194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108559194646448194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108559194646448194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108559194646448194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/presidential-debate.html' title='presidential debate'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108541917216248389</id><published>2004-05-24T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T13:19:32.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my name is George W. and I'm an idiot</title><summary type='text'>"The reason to create this Department is not to create the size of government but to increase its focus and effectiveness."
George W. Bush
June 6, 2002
Speaking from the White House on the need to form a cabinet-level Department of Homeland Security.
Okay George, I know you can do it.  You don't want to create the Department to create the size of the government?  I think you mean increase </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108541917216248389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108541917216248389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108541917216248389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108541917216248389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-my-name-is-george-w-and-im-idiot.html' title='Hi, my name is George W. and I&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108541383378846366</id><published>2004-05-24T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T11:50:33.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is that all?</title><summary type='text'>Well, it seems that I have now (with this post), gone over the 200-post mark.  That was the entire reason for this post.  I'm pretty pathetic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108541383378846366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108541383378846366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108541383378846366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108541383378846366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/is-that-all.html' title='is that all?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108537211512455545</id><published>2004-05-24T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T00:15:15.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I'm obsessed with Photoblogging, but you'll just have to deal with it.  I LOVE THIS SIGN!  If you look closely, you can see that the "required" height for drinking is under 5 FT TALL! (I took this at Senor Frogs in the Bahamas) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108537211512455545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108537211512455545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108537211512455545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108537211512455545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/yeah-im-obsessed-with-photoblogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108536351272426677</id><published>2004-05-23T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:51:52.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Henry sniffing another doggie at the dog park where we used to live in Virginia when he was a puppy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108536351272426677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108536351272426677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536351272426677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536351272426677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/henry-sniffing-another-doggie-at-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108536345971301760</id><published>2004-05-23T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:50:59.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Henry in my old (and very very messy) apartment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108536345971301760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108536345971301760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536345971301760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536345971301760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/henry-in-my-old-and-very-very-messy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108536339897027934</id><published>2004-05-23T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:49:58.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I shown you my adorable doggie?  This is Henry in his winter sweater.  He is so cute.  Look out for more Henry pictures to come. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108536339897027934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108536339897027934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536339897027934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536339897027934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/have-i-shown-you-my-adorable-doggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108536021324242320</id><published>2004-05-23T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:56:53.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, I haven't posted in a while.  This was a crazy-ass week.  On Monday....I went to my LSAT class (if I did anything else I seem to have blocked it out).  On Tuesday I closed lunch, made a pathetic $45 and then washed down the bitter taste of making no money with a couple of beers with Jen at Fridays before heading home to watch American Idol and pretend to do LSAT homework.  Wednesday was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108536021324242320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108536021324242320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536021324242320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108536021324242320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/busy-week.html' title='busy week'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108535916403748187</id><published>2004-05-23T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:39:24.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I showed you the Royal Mews yet?  Sorry if I have.  I'm getting a little carried away with this BloggerBot thing and the fact that I can now just send my pics right to my blog.  Anyway, Royal Mews.  It's where they keep the horsies.  And the Land Rovers and Bentleys.  I took this picture when I was standing literally right outside the front door of our hotel. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108535916403748187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108535916403748187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535916403748187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535916403748187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/have-i-showed-you-royal-mews-yet-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108535900962139887</id><published>2004-05-23T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:36:49.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is a raven in the Tower of London.  A king (and for the life of me I can't find the brochure from the Tower that would tell me which one) was once told that if the ravens ever left the Tower of London then the empire would fall.  So to this day, ravens are kept in the Tower (I know, you're thinking that it wouldn't be that amazing if it had happened like last year or something, but I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108535900962139887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108535900962139887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535900962139887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535900962139887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-this-is-raven-in-tower-of-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108535870207218610</id><published>2004-05-23T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:31:42.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me in front of Big Ben.  I can't show you the picture of me in front of Big Ben where you can actually see the clock because its an absolutely horrible picture of me.  And this one's not that crappy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108535870207218610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108535870207218610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535870207218610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535870207218610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/me-in-front-of-big-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108535862155531475</id><published>2004-05-23T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:30:21.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tower Bridge was one of the absolutely most beautiful pieces of architecture I've ever seen in my life.  This picture totally does not do it justice. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108535862155531475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108535862155531475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535862155531475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535862155531475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/tower-bridge-was-one-of-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108535744057511147</id><published>2004-05-23T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:10:40.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>"They will not hold America blackmail."
George W. Bush
September 5, 2002
Referring to America's terrorist enemies during a speech in Indiana
In other Bush-related news, did anyone else hear that he fell off his bike this weekend?  Which he was riding instead of attending his daughter's commencement ceremony, mind you.  But I'm not really commenting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108535744057511147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108535744057511147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535744057511147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108535744057511147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/return-of-quote-of-day.html' title='Return of the Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108468939006348290</id><published>2004-05-16T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T02:36:30.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hometown hero</title><summary type='text'>Hell yeah, Smarty Jones won the Preakness.  I was at work, and I admit it, for the two minutes or whatever that it took to run the race, I was a bad server.  I ignored my tables and went to the bar to watch.  What a great fucking race!  I hate to sound too pop culture or whatever, but I read Seabiscuit last year (I saw the movie too and I have the DVD)and the way Smarty runs reminds me a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108468939006348290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108468939006348290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108468939006348290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108468939006348290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/hometown-hero.html' title='hometown hero'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108450856991530181</id><published>2004-05-14T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T00:22:49.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>with a great big grin on my face</title><summary type='text'>What is it that they say?  Write from experience?  I haven't scrapped my other novel, I just started another project.  I haven't had the time to really work on my other novel in the way that I've wanted to lately, but my experience in London has inspired me (you've seen the pictures, so you must understand why).  So I started writing this story about a girl who after graduating from college takes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108450856991530181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108450856991530181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108450856991530181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108450856991530181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/with-great-big-grin-on-my-face.html' title='with a great big grin on my face'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967476.post-108447612146999473</id><published>2004-05-13T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T15:22:01.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its a picture fiesta!</title><summary type='text'>So, here are some more pictures from London.
Westminster Abbey

Trafalgar Square

There are tons of protests here on weekends (I took the picture on a Saturday).
The White Tower (at the Tower of London)

Can you believe that construction on this building was started by William the Conqueror in 1066!?!
Piccadilly Circus

The "Times Square" of London
Regent Street

London Victoria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108447612146999473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5967476&amp;postID=108447612146999473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108447612146999473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5967476/posts/default/108447612146999473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-picture-fiesta.html' title='its a picture fiesta!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09198261950223240944</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
