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  <title>That's not what your mom said last night.</title>
  <subtitle>Your Mom</subtitle>
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    <name>Your Mom</name>
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  <updated>2007-04-05T16:50:58Z</updated>
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    <title>i literally have NO work to do.</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T15:05:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T16:50:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">99 questions and a b*tch ain't one.&lt;br /&gt;Is this reminiscent of middle school chain emails to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;This should show you how absolutely bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;i&gt;Full Name:&lt;/i&gt; Stefanie Elizabeth Dittert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;i&gt;Male/Female:&lt;/i&gt; female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;i&gt;Were you named after anyone?&lt;/i&gt; the story I got was "the doctor's daughter"... i.e. they thought I was going to be a boy, didn't have any girl names picked out, and the doctor in the delivery room said that his daughter was named Stephanie. and you know the problems my parents have with H's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;i&gt;Does your name mean anything?&lt;/i&gt;  not sure, but I did do one of those things the other day that is an excel spreadsheet and it's called "your name dictates your job" and my name dictates that my ideal job is as a Mad Scientist   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;i&gt;Nick Name(s):&lt;/i&gt; Ditt. Ditt3. Seti. YOUR MOM. S Diddy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;i&gt;If you had to choose a new name, what would it be?&lt;/i&gt; Ester the Molester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;i&gt;Date Of Birth:&lt;/i&gt; September 4, 1984 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;i&gt;Place of Birth and Current Location:&lt;/i&gt; born: Elmhurst, IL. current location: NYC, bitches!! wow, that's weird. it doesn't even say Kentucky anywhere. but that's where I really kinda want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;i&gt;Nationality:&lt;/i&gt; American, but really 50% German and 50% Polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;i&gt;Astrology Sign:&lt;/i&gt; Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;i&gt;Chinese Astrology Sign:&lt;/i&gt; RAT... in good company. Think: White Stripes "I Smell a Rat", Say Anything "The Futile", The Walkmen "The Rat"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;i&gt;Religion:&lt;/i&gt; olly olly oxen free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;i&gt;Whats your favorite smell?&lt;/i&gt;  Yankee vanilla cookie candles... or maybe that book we had growing up called "the sweet smell of christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;i&gt;Political Position?&lt;/i&gt; anti-killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;i&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/i&gt; the blood of a virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;i&gt;Hair + Eye color:&lt;/i&gt; blond/brown/reddish? depends on what day it is. blue-gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;i&gt;Do you look like anyone famous?&lt;/i&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;i&gt;What do you look like?&lt;/i&gt; your mother (come on, you had to see that one coming) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;i&gt;Any unusual talents?&lt;/i&gt; i have some mean excel skills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;i&gt;Righty, Lefty, or Ambidextrous?&lt;/i&gt; righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;i&gt;Gay, Straight, Bi?&lt;/i&gt; apparently i'm a gay boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;i&gt;What do you do for a living?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strike&gt;sell my soul to corporate america&lt;/strike&gt; investment banking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;i&gt;What do you do for fun?&lt;/i&gt; you mean what do i do when i'm not working? sleep. but i used to like to go to concerts and listen to music and dance party and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;i&gt;What are your favorite art materials to work with?&lt;/i&gt; are you for real? though i do enjoi the occasional origami crane making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;i&gt;What kind of materials would you like to work with?&lt;/i&gt; your mother. (WTF?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;i&gt;Have you met your grandparents?&lt;/i&gt; honestly, who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;i&gt;Boyfriend / Girlfriend:&lt;/i&gt; i have a lot of gay boyfriends, but no real ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;i&gt;Crush:&lt;/i&gt; too many to count &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) &lt;i&gt;What celebrity would you date if you could?&lt;/i&gt; they've been my loves forever... justin timberlake and seth green. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;i&gt;Current worries?:&lt;/i&gt; top priority: what should i do with my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;i&gt;Favorite online Guy/Girl(s):&lt;/i&gt; what? perez hilton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;i&gt;Favorite place to be?&lt;/i&gt; in the car (preferably the blue devil), on a road trip (preferably with niz), singing really loudly to the really loud music (preferably say anything), chain smoking (preferably dunhills) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) &lt;i&gt;Least favorite place to be?&lt;/i&gt; CUBICLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;i&gt;Do you burn or tan?&lt;/i&gt; tan. at city sun. with my other other other other gay boyfriend, kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) &lt;i&gt;Ever break a bone?&lt;/i&gt; no... but ester did break her arm, (a) at my 10th birthday party at champ's, (b) while she was wearing my shirt. so i always felt somewhat responsible for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite cereal?&lt;/i&gt; i'm not so much a big cereal eater. though i do occasionally have insatiable cravings for cocoa pebbles, and wander around 42nd st looking for an open deli at 2 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) &lt;i&gt;Person you cry with:&lt;/i&gt; Ditt (any and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;i&gt;Any sisters:&lt;/i&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;i&gt;Any brothers:&lt;/i&gt; 4 + Steve + myonlyfriend = 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;i&gt;Any pets:&lt;/i&gt; never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) &lt;i&gt;A unique quality?&lt;/i&gt; the ability to last 50+ hours without sleeping and still do (somewhat) productive work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;i&gt;High Speed Internet:&lt;/i&gt; at work and at home, biat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) &lt;i&gt;A Personal phone line:&lt;/i&gt; at work... and i cringe every time it rings. unless it says "Ditt (fill in a number here)" on the caller ID &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) &lt;i&gt;A Cell phone:&lt;/i&gt; who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) &lt;i&gt;A visible birthmark:&lt;/i&gt; not really. i have a big mole on the back of my left calf though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;i&gt;A Pool or hot tub:&lt;/i&gt; no, i'm not a baller (yet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;i&gt;A Car:&lt;/i&gt; R.I.P. BLUE DEVIL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) &lt;i&gt;Personality:&lt;/i&gt; i'm a "yes-man". and a bitch. that's pretty much it  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) &lt;i&gt;Driving:&lt;/i&gt; i usually hyperventilate (especially when i'm on the interstate next to those concrete wall things) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;i&gt;Your clothing style:&lt;/i&gt; business casual, obvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) &lt;i&gt;Room:&lt;/i&gt; currently disgusting... eric's visit was fun but now my room looks worse than it ever did in college! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) &lt;i&gt;What’s missing:&lt;/i&gt; sense of purpose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;i&gt;School:&lt;/i&gt; of hard knocks. ha! jay to the kay. julius marks, julia r ewan, morton, tates creek, notre dame  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) &lt;i&gt;Bed:&lt;/i&gt; my 2nd favorite possession... oh so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) &lt;i&gt;Relationship with your parent(s):&lt;/i&gt; was machts du, vati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) &lt;i&gt;Believe in yourself?&lt;/i&gt; not particularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;i&gt;Believe in love at first sight?&lt;/i&gt; lust, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;i&gt;Consider yourself a good listener?:&lt;/i&gt; better now than i was before this job... but that's because an analyst should be seen and not heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;i&gt;Have a future dream that you would like to share?:&lt;/i&gt; world peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) &lt;i&gt;Get Along with your parent(s):&lt;/i&gt; i'm pretty sure this question was already asked... could whoever made this survey really not even think of 99 different questions? that's pretty sad. maybe i'll make my own survey of questions that's a lot more interesting/creative than this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;i&gt;Save your e-mail conversations:&lt;/i&gt; yes... organized in folders, no less &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;i&gt;Pray:&lt;/i&gt; sometimes by accident when i wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare... old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) &lt;i&gt;Believe in reincarnation:&lt;/i&gt; no, but i would like to, mainly for the retribution factor for people i hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;i&gt;Brush your teeth twice a day?&lt;/i&gt; no, usually only when i wake up, though i do have a toothbrush at work and i'll use it if i feel fuzzy teeth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) &lt;i&gt;Like to talk on the phone?&lt;/i&gt; depends on with who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) &lt;i&gt;Like to eat?&lt;/i&gt; especially when i'm nervous/bored/stressed out/fat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) &lt;i&gt;Like to exercise?&lt;/i&gt; not particularly. i like to box. and i do miss my life coach. and i wish i was motivated enough to run a marathon. but the overall answer is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;i&gt;Like to watch sports?&lt;/i&gt; kentucky basketball. ooh! and i'm going to a rangers game tonight with the management of that company whose deal i just closed, so that's baller-izing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) &lt;i&gt;Sing in the car?&lt;/i&gt; not anymore but i used to like whoa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;i&gt;What is a dream that you have all the time?&lt;/i&gt; ok, there's 2: (1) one of the akins is baby-sitting for us, and we think we're safe, but suddenly bebop and rocksteady bust open our front door and chase us around the house with their guns. i usually wake up when i'm hiding in the toy room behind the fake kitchen set. (2) for some reason i'm being punished, so my siblings completely wrap me up in aluminum foil and try to throw me in the above-ground pool in our backyard (at 1329), but they miss, and i accidentally hit the electrical wire (which is right above the pool, coincedentally) and start getting electrocuted, but then i wake up. and there used to be one about getting chased through kirklevington park by ninjas, but i don't really have that one anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;i&gt;Dream in color:&lt;/i&gt; yes... unless i'm dreaming in excel. oh trust me, it happens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;i&gt;Do you have nightmares?&lt;/i&gt; see: #70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) &lt;i&gt;Sleep with a stuffed animal:&lt;/i&gt; not anymore... does anyone know whatever happened to ruff-ruff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) &lt;i&gt;Right next to you:&lt;/i&gt; i'm sitting in my cubicle. surrounded by work papers so i look busy (clearly i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) &lt;i&gt;On your favorite coffee cup?&lt;/i&gt; hard to explain, it's the one that ester brought me from germany and it says something about the cup belonging to me, only my name is actually spelled right, and there's that little mouse too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) &lt;i&gt;On your mouse pad:&lt;/i&gt; generic black with a squishy wrist thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;i&gt;Your favorite flavor of gum?&lt;/i&gt; trident splash peppermint vanilla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) &lt;i&gt;Your brand of deodorant?&lt;/i&gt; adidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) &lt;i&gt;Your dream honeymoon spot:&lt;/i&gt; mauritius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) &lt;i&gt;Your dream husband/wife:&lt;/i&gt; preferably straight. i aim low these days. but i also need to marry someone who is smart, and doesn't have a problem with me being smart and making lots of money (in the case that i still do) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) &lt;i&gt;Hiding in your closet?&lt;/i&gt; busia's christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;(ok that was kind of a joke but not really, but she is the cutest old lady alive and i know once we don't get those presents anymore i'm going to be really sad) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;i&gt;Under your bed:&lt;/i&gt; a bunch of boxes of stuff that i haven't looked at since &lt;strike&gt;me and&lt;/strike&gt; jon moved them into my apartment  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) &lt;i&gt;The name of one of your closest/best friends?&lt;/i&gt; myonlyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) &lt;i&gt;Your bad time of the day:&lt;/i&gt; i'm least productive between 6 and 8 PM because that's when you order dinner, and then you have to wait for it, and then you have to go in a conference room and eat it, and... it's just a very disruptive process &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) &lt;i&gt;Your worst fear(s):&lt;/i&gt; ketchup &amp; failure (not related)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) &lt;i&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;/i&gt; it's always 70º and fluorescently sunny in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) &lt;i&gt;Your favorite time of year?&lt;/i&gt; vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) &lt;i&gt;Your favorite holiday?&lt;/i&gt; yom kippur (no seriously, it's a bank holiday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) &lt;i&gt;A material weakness?&lt;/i&gt; there are a lot. indecisiveness is one. another is being a doormat. need i go on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) &lt;i&gt;The weirdest food or drink that you like:&lt;/i&gt; isn't weirdness relative? though i am obsessed with sliced mango. and enviga energy drink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) &lt;i&gt;At the top of your "to-do list"?&lt;/i&gt; right now... nothing. maybe study for my series 7 in case i need to take it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) &lt;i&gt;The hardest thing about growing up:&lt;/i&gt; remembering to pay all your bills on time, and having enough money to do so. and maybe filing taxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) &lt;i&gt;A pet peeve?&lt;/i&gt; when people talk really loudly on speakerphone in the next cube. and also, when people get on the elevator and go up/down one floor. that REALLY bothers me. and also, when i can't talk about anything besides work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) &lt;i&gt;Your scariest moment:&lt;/i&gt; that's a tough one. i don't remember ever being really scared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) &lt;i&gt;Your attitude about love?&lt;/i&gt; doesn't really exist. relationships are just mutual decisions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) &lt;i&gt;The funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of a romantic interest?&lt;/i&gt; see: 7th grade carnival story. ohh matt maxwell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) &lt;i&gt;The worst feeling in the world:&lt;/i&gt; failure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) &lt;i&gt;The best feeling in the world:&lt;/i&gt; when you first start out on a road trip and feel this sense of impending adventure/excitement and that the whole world is at your disposal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) &lt;i&gt;Who sent this to you?:&lt;/i&gt; i stole it from courtnizzle, who (as it turns out) was also procrastinating on life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now aren't you glad I wasted about &lt;strike&gt;an hour&lt;/strike&gt; three hours of my day for that?</content>
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    <title>Oh wow.... long time no post</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T20:06:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-18T21:15:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Say Anything on shuffle &amp; repeat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">But you guys know I can't pass up something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I guess I'm supposed to say, I stole this from K8 and Gow and Courtnizzle.&lt;br /&gt;PS I kind of cheated and just put my 300 song break-up mix on shuffle. But you guys would NEVER get everything from my whole ipod. And I listen to this the most anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is cheating. No cheating, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1. I catalogue these steps now, decisive and intentioned...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hate you really now, hate you because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3. I close my eyes, thought I was lost but I was stranded...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. And it takes more time than I've ever had...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. It starts with (one) one thing, I don't know why...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;6. It's magic, she says to me...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. From my mouth, now more and more everyday, words that have nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm an envy of addicts, you're obsessed with stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;9. Watch your mouth, hold your tongue boy...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. My life reads like the classifieds... (that one's too easy)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. And if your heart stops beating, I'll be here wondering...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. So with this drink, I can surrender and then later I pretend to have you, to hold you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think of a while ago, we might have had it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;15. Sixteen names on my list, but none of them could ever get me hot like this...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;16. The glove compartment isn't accurately named...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;17. I wrote her off for the tenth time today...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;18. Thinking of the words to say, I'd like to think that this was fate...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. I close my eyes, only for a moment then the moment's gone...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't think you could stop it now, I'd like to see you try somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are toughies. Good luck, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit: 12/18/06] Okay, fools, you are not going to get the rest of these, so I'll just tell you - they're all amazing songs, you should check them out since you obviously don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Part One - Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;7. I Was Better Off - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;8. Tie the Rope - The Format&lt;br /&gt;12. Exit, Emergency - Houston Calls&lt;br /&gt;14. Untitled - Blink182 (don't judge me! it's off Dude Ranch and one of my all-time favorites)&lt;br /&gt;20. The Boy Who Stopped the World - Aaron Sprinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, nice job. Can't wait to see everyone at Christmas!! FOUR DAYS!!</content>
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    <title>Oh yeah, New York City...</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T14:45:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-15T14:45:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ben Kweller - My Apartment (it's keeping me calm)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I wish that I was feeling as happy as that Andrew WK song about NYC makes me feel. I am right now hanging out in the shadiest hostel on the face of the planet, in the Upper West Side, waiting for our broker to call us back and let us know the status of our credit checks. We have already applied and been rejected for three apartments (mainly because we don't have a guarantor who makes 80 times our monthly rent... please tell me, WHO exactly would be making around $400,000 in Lexington, Kentucky?? I don't even think Tubby Smith makes that much) and we are down to the wire. Our flight leaves from Newark in about five hours, and we don't really have a back-up plan. If we leave NYC today without an apartment, I am going to be homeless come May 21 when I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am fairly happy with the apartment that we are currently applying for... it has three equal-sized bedrooms (pretty small but hey, we're in Manhattan), a living room, a marble bathroom, and a galley kitchen. The pros: cute neighborhood, right on 41st street at Park Avenue (literally around the corner from Grand Central Station, where we will all be catching the subway), lots of bars and cute restaurants in our area, equal sized bedrooms so we won't fight over who gets what. The cons: on the FIFTH FLOOR in a no-elevator building (Jon, you really want to help move me in now, don't you??), prettttty small (especially compared to other ones we've seen and been rejected for), not a lot of light (so it's kinda depressing). Of course, we saw it occupied (versus the other empty ones we've seen), so that probably doesn't help how small or dark it looked. But it's definitely a fixer-upper; hopefully we'll be able to do a lot with it and make it cute and our HOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... still anxiously awaiting that phone call. I thought talking about it would make me feel better, but it doesn't really. Let me know when you want to come visit :)</content>
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    <title>goldengirl84 @ 2006-02-06T09:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T14:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T20:57:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mmmm the Title</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, considering that I only ever update after concerts usually... this weekend was a crazy concert experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday night.&lt;/b&gt; Meghan, Pat, and I drove to Chicago to see Koufax + Limbeck + the Honorary Title at the Beat Kitchen, where I was supposed to be on the guest list for Doghouse. Turns out, Dave at Doghouse dropped the ball and did NOT put me on the guest list. I even got his phone number (thanks, Daddy!) and tried to call him but... no dice. The show was sold out and there seemed like no hope of getting in. Then, out of the door walks Jarrod (basically the heart and soul of the Title) looking like the ultimate sass queen (as usual). To make a long story short, after standing outside the venue in the snow for about an hour, Pat makes me approach Jarrod and ask him to guest-list us. Again, no dice, (even after I told him how much I loved him, especially after his sass-filled interruption of "Revealing Too Much" at Bernie's last June!) because apparently the place was full "beyond maximum capacity." :( Jarrod was reallly nice though (and hugged me!) and said that he could definitely get us on the guest list for the next night (Sunday) in somewhere called Crown Point, Indiana. Dejected but still madly in love with THT, we turned around and drove home. (Well actually... I made Meghan drive and Pat and I overly enjoyed some Maker's and Coke. I didn't want the night to be a total bust!) Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday night.&lt;/b&gt; Doghouse tour, take two. This time Pat crapped out on us, but Meghan and I still headed west to BFE (somewhere between South Bend and Chicago) to Crown Point to try to find us some jams. After getting lost several times, we finally find the supposed venue in, literally, the middle of nowhere. Just a random auditorium that is, unfortunately, locked and empty. Before I nearly start crying, I notice a poster stuck on one of the doors that says "SHOW MOVED. DIRECTIONS HERE." So we get back in the car and by the time we finally found the new place (a smallll coffee shop in Highland, IN) we were clearly very late for the show. In some good news, though, I &lt;i&gt;WAS&lt;/i&gt; on the guest list this time, and we were just in time for Limbeck! Besides the fact that I'm in love with Patrick and Jon Cheese, they freaking rocked our socks off (they even played "Silver Things" on my request!!). THEN!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Title came out to play! The first thing that Jarrod does is make wicked eye contact with me (about four rows back in a crowd of maybe 50 people crowded around the mics), WAVE, and say, "hey, I'm really glad you could make it tonight." Everyone turned around to see who was so cool, and it was ME! :) Then about halfway through the set, he says, "I had a special request for this song, so here you go - this song is for you, darling." and then winks at me! The night before, when I told him the Bernie's story, I had mentioned it was my faaaavorite song and I really wanted to hear it. AHHHH! Finally, after the most beautiful set ever, we go up to talk to him and thank him for the show/guest list and I got yet another set list :) (my first one being from that time at Bernie's)! AND a free Title shirt to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is... never give up? Or maybe just, I'm in love with Jarrod. But either way, it was a phenomenal weekend, and I definitely can't wait for spring break to see my other great love, Max Bemis! Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>goldengirl84 @ 2006-02-05T15:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T20:44:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T20:44:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm bored. no one updates their LJ anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like i can read it, cuz i don't have the internet. but you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on, ditt?</content>
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    <title>Everybody else is doing it....</title>
    <published>2006-01-11T17:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T17:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Linguistics&lt;/b&gt;. 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... maybe I shouldn't have dropped the French major? I don't think the chick who made this quiz is even in college though - otherwise there would have been a Business major on the list and the questions would have been like: "I enjoy boozing while all my friends are studying." ;)</content>
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    <title>i hate shopping.</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T14:29:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T14:29:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>run escape, of course</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok kids, so here's the deal. apparently i'm supposed to shop for everyone from mom, but i really don't feel like it. so if you want to borrow mom's credit card and buy something for yourself, let me know. otherwise expect cash monies, cuz i am far too damn lazy to try to brave the mall today. and i want to go skiing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps who's going to mia's to see jon tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo</content>
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    <title>kaneechiwa softo</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T01:39:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T01:39:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>simple plan? who turned this on?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my favorite quotes of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "chess pie? eww renata, that looks so gross!"&lt;br /&gt;cwissy: "you're eating pie off the FLOOR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "seiko, there's something you should know about our family. we aren't allowed to date normal people... so what's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;ling-ling: (blank look, awkward laughter)&lt;br /&gt;gow: "well, jon's not allowed to date skinny people."&lt;br /&gt;jon: "and stef, you're not allowed to date straight people! so what do we have left?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es: "well what if only one of her parents is korean??"&lt;br /&gt;cwis: "then she's just LING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[i'm turning japanese i think i'm turning japanese i really think so!]]</content>
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    <title>I will follow you into the dark...</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T07:07:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T07:09:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>SoCo - Watch the Sky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So lately I've felt pretty fucked up in the head. And I've been trying to find the ultimate cause of it. And all that's been going through my head is: the NEW CARPET DAY. Do you guys remember what I'm talking about?? New carpet in the TV room and maybe one of the roots of our troubles? (or was it an early effect?)</content>
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    <title>i guess the REAL WORLD should just stop hassling me...</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T15:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T15:31:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>FOB - Chicago is SO Two Years Ago</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;I HAVE A JOB! I'M WORKING FOR DEUTSCHE BANK! I'M MOVING TO NEW YORK CITY!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booyah bitches. i finally made a decision and i didn't whine about it for 20 years and i'm really really happy! and my five year plan is to marry our recruiter for DB, this guy named Beau who graduated from ND in 2000. so then my baby's daddy and my husband can have the same name (even if spelled differently!). ok, that's all. missyouloveyou see most of you in FIVE DAYS!!!</content>
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    <title>your mom goes to college</title>
    <published>2005-11-13T15:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-13T15:54:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MCS - Everything is Alright</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mmmmkay so I haven't posted in forever. Y'all know I'm a bad LJ user when I come back to school. This semester has been so so busy! And basically the only reason I'm posting now is cuz Maggie tagged me for this list-type thing, and I wouldn't normally do it, but I've been thinking on it for days and days, so I might as well let you know what I thought up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that make me inexplicably happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. peeling off the crinkle wrap from a new CD&lt;br /&gt;2. getting snail mail, like real letters or postcards&lt;br /&gt;3. losing myself in a big city&lt;br /&gt;4. snapple classic lemonade&lt;br /&gt;5. my GSP scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;6. backpacking around europe&lt;br /&gt;7. road trips in the blue devil&lt;br /&gt;8. dillon mass with all my boys&lt;br /&gt;9. thanksgiving at the dit house (GIMME SOME PIE!!)... and pretty much anything that brings together all 8 amazing dittert children&lt;br /&gt;10. non-stop rocking: at concerts, and especially at "alive with the glory of love" dance parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to tag other people, I think, so I tag anyone who's related to me. DO IT, YOU SOFTIES!</content>
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    <title>and he says to me, "hey! you're part of it..."</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T13:56:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T13:56:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the Thrills - Let's Bottle Bohemia</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, kids. I know this entry is kind of long. But PLEASE read it. I need help. Here is an excerpt from an email I just wrote to one of my friends (hmm, managers? cuz we were more like friends) from KPMG this summer. Any and all advice would be appreciated; decision time is coming up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was so excited to hear from you! It was kind of weird, because I just heard back from my first investment bank yesterday (I got an offer at Citi! woo) and I was going back and forth between choices all day in my head. I am still very undecided. I have yet to hear back from Blackstone and Morgan Stanley, but I should know by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, there are two choices I have to make. First, Chicago or New York? All those jobs are in New York. That's really the only thing stopping me from taking the KPMG job. All my friends are going to be in New York next year, and I feel like if I don't move there right after college, I never will. Something about that city just seems so glamorous. But, on the other hand, I really enjoyed Chicago this summer too, and when I visited NYC last week I really didn't notice many differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other choice is the far more important one, though; it's basically about lifestyle. Do I want to be working 80 to 100 hours per week for at least the next 2 years?? Some of my favorite memories from this summer were just hanging out with my friends in the city and going to concerts (Lollapalooza! how much fun was that!), and I really won't be able to do that with banking. If I want to have a family and a social life and really anything besides work - banking is not the way to go. (Nor private equity with Blackstone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the way all these companies are trying to sell themselves to me are by saying "you just have to go where you like the people the most." And in that case, TS wins across the board. I had so much fun with everyone I worked on projects with this summer, and more importantly, everyone I didn't work with this summer (you, Lorge, Jagoe, Bangert, C Glad, Holly, Johnny, Fiamingo, etc) and still grew to know and love! So... I'm torn. Any advice from my favorite newly-promoted director? (Congratulations, by the way!) I know you're a little biased, haha, but I would appreciate it anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So what do I do??</content>
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    <title>I'm such a sucker for these things.</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T17:05:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T17:05:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the new Death Cab... still.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Go &lt;a href="http://mike.mm1swebcreations.com/lj/ljFriendsQuiz/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.~How did you meet &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=bosivus&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bosivus/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bosivus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Courtnizzle! She was dating GOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;2.~What would you do if you had never met &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=herr_rhino&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/herr_rhino/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;herr_rhino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Not be born. (Love you, daddy!)&lt;br /&gt;3.~What do you honestly think of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=patlikeskittens&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/patlikeskittens/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;patlikeskittens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Let's not even go there.&lt;br /&gt;4.~Would or did &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dreamingtree21&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dreamingtree21/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dreamingtree21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=unglaublich&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/unglaublich/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unglaublich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go out? Only in Kentucky, where incest lives on.&lt;br /&gt;5.~Have you ever liked &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Like, DUH! She's my favorite older sister!&lt;br /&gt;6.~If &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=bttrflyk8&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bttrflyk8/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bttrflyk8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would need him/her to know? I wish I were as cool as you.&lt;br /&gt;7.~Would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=hobo__camp&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hobo__camp/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hobo__camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make a good couple? Negative.&lt;br /&gt;8.~Describe &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dittert&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dittert/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dittert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in 3 words: Favorite older brother.&lt;br /&gt;9.~Do you think &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=clarkey84&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/clarkey84/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clarkey84&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is hot? But of course!&lt;br /&gt;10.~Would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=bttrflyk8&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bttrflyk8/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bttrflyk8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=michwung&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/michwung/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;michwung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make a lovely couple? NO! Why is this such a common theme?&lt;br /&gt;11.~What do you think of when you see &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=unglaublich&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/unglaublich/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unglaublich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? SWEATY?! Then you shouldn't have put it in your pocket!&lt;br /&gt;12.~Tell me something humiliating about &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: FASTER SPRINTER just about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;13.~Do you know any of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=adorablejoe&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/adorablejoe/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adorablejoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s family members? Actually... no. Besides Maggie ;)&lt;br /&gt;14.~What's &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s favorite color? UK blue.&lt;br /&gt;15.~On a scale of 1-10 how cute is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=allilea&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/allilea/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;allilea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? 11.&lt;br /&gt;16.~What would you do if &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=vyvuh&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/vyvuh/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vyvuh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just professed their undying love for you? She does everyday! Declare it back of course.&lt;br /&gt;17.~What language does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dreamingtree21&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dreamingtree21/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dreamingtree21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speak? BUT-C.&lt;br /&gt;18.~Who is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going out with? Bri-bri!&lt;br /&gt;19.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=orangejelyfish&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/orangejelyfish/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;orangejelyfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a boy or a girl? Actually, a jelyfish.&lt;br /&gt;20.~Would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=xberserkerx&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xberserkerx/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xberserkerx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=vyvuh&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/vyvuh/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vyvuh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make a good couple? At GSP, yes!&lt;br /&gt;21.~Who do you think &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=misterbowtie&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/misterbowtie/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;misterbowtie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be great with from this list? Your mother.&lt;br /&gt;22.~When was the last time you talked to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=clarkey84&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/clarkey84/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clarkey84&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? About 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;23.~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s favorite band? Some Kids.&lt;br /&gt;24.~Does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=hobo__camp&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hobo__camp/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hobo__camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have any siblings? Yes! At least one brother.&lt;br /&gt;25.~Would you ever date &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=adorablejoe&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/adorablejoe/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adorablejoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Only if I was the Magster.&lt;br /&gt;26.~Would you ever date &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dittert&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dittert/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dittert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Only if I was from Kentucky. Oh, wait...&lt;br /&gt;27.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=misterbowtie&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/misterbowtie/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;misterbowtie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; single? Mmmm... good question. Andrew?&lt;br /&gt;28.~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s last name? DITTERT of course!&lt;br /&gt;29.~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=xberserkerx&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xberserkerx/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xberserkerx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s middle name? Eeeks! I'm a bad friend!&lt;br /&gt;30~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=patlikeskittens&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/patlikeskittens/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;patlikeskittens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s fantasy? Actual conversation! Pat: "Stef, what's the name of this band?" me: "Mewithoutyou." Pat: "oh god that's like my fantasy!"&lt;br /&gt;31.~Where does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=orangejelyfish&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/orangejelyfish/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;orangejelyfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; live? As all we Ditterts know, "where do you live?" is quite the tough question. &lt;br /&gt;32.~Would you make out with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=bosivus&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bosivus/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bosivus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? On a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;33.~Are &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=herr_rhino&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/herr_rhino/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;herr_rhino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=adorablejoe&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/adorablejoe/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adorablejoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; best friends? No offense, Joe... but I think my dad might hate you. :)&lt;br /&gt;34.~Does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dittert&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dittert/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dittert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fastersprinter&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fastersprinter/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fastersprinter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Well I should hope so! They are roomies! And my two favorite older siblings.&lt;br /&gt;35.~How did you meet &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=xberserkerx&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xberserkerx/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xberserkerx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? GSP! Ohhhhhhhh dear me, GSP I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;36.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=clarkey84&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/clarkey84/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clarkey84&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; older than you? Not by much. But yes.&lt;br /&gt;37.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=michwung&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/michwung/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;michwung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sexiest person alive? I thought you would never ask... BIEN SUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>too cool to pass up, maggie!</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T13:19:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T13:20:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the new Death Cab!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/zooeypatooie/1125533143_s000060_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ddfd90)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Well, now I'm all grown up. Welcome to life, Maeby.~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, parents that don't care, money you can't spend, and you just kissed your cousin? Yikes. Well, at least there's always Steve Holt. &lt;br&gt;&lt;h2&gt;STEVE HOLT!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/zooeypatooie/quizzes/Which%20Arrested%20Development%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Arrested Development Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>the blue devil.</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T17:07:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T17:07:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>head automatica</lj:music>
    <content type="html">BlOnDie93339: at least you had to pay a guy dollars 85 to tell you you're retarded, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;YourMom3397: oh god yeah, i was like usually people tell me that for free!&lt;br /&gt;BlOnDie93339: hahaha dawg, being the true pal that i am i would have told you for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see nat-dawg again. :) in other news, i am retarded. the blue devil is fine, disregard my away message yesterday. and i drove the entire way here from chicago in 2nd gear as the car shook violently and protested. ask me for the full story.</content>
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    <title>Renaaaaata, Renaaaaata, 25 cent slut and a Pizza Hut.</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T20:55:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T20:55:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Duuuuuuude Ranch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have that song stuck in my head. Hahaha, IJ mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness = I just realized that, since I'm not at work anymore wasting hours upon end on the internet, I don't think about LJ as much. Which means that probably, as soon as I go back to school, shadiness will again ensue. Only one week until I move in, eeeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of work was pretty fun. Friday night, KPMG rented out Dick's Last Resort and had an open tab for us allll night starting at 4 PM! Good times were had by all. I am genuinely going to miss some of my intern friends! Hopefully, trips can be taken to UofI and Indiana this fall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went out to Oakbrook Terrace to see &lt;a href="http://chicago.craigslist.org/car/88365081.html"&gt;the BLUE DEVIL, part 2&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, folks, that is right, I am about to become the proud owner of a hateful little Oldsmobile, and am probably going to drive her home to KENTUCKY this Thursday! So don't make any plans for the weekend, because chances are I will need you to drive to BFE, Indiana, for a search and rescue mission once she falls apart. :) But for now, feel free to comment with how awesome she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my office visit with Credit Suisse First Boston, a huge investment bank here in Chicago. I am coming back in September to interview for real, but apparently everyone loved me! Pretty exciting stuff. I almost don't know what I'm doing - a DITTERT finding a JOB?! Like for after college?! What is that about?</content>
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    <title>Today was a good day...</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T22:26:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-04T22:26:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something Corporate (in celebration)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Multiple exciting things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just got back from my exit interview, and I got a full-time offer with KPMG! Meanwhile, though, I have some friends in investment banking at CSFB, and so they are recruiting me hardcore too. I have an office visit/dinner/etc next week. So, who's ready for the real world? At least I have until October 1 to decide about my KPMG offer. (Phew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tuesday night (I think?) I "adopted" a 4-year-old Filipino boy through &lt;a href="http://www.childreninternational.org"&gt;Children International&lt;/a&gt;. It's like, the price of 1 CD per month. I'm really excited about it. You should get one too. The poverty that these kids live in is just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last night, I was supposed to be preparing for my i-banking interview, but instead I filled out the longest application of my life on the LJ community ru_a_socoholic. I probably spent more time on this one app than I did on all my college apps put together. I'm quite proud of it, so if you want to read what really makes me tick, check it out online. And, proudly, I am indeed a SoCoHolic. As if you didn't already know that, if you're reading this.</content>
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    <title>I wanna taste the breeze of every great city...</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T05:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T05:54:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my autographed Bedouin Soundclash CD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Will this summer ever stop rocking? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother came up this weekend to visit, and she brought my two favorite youngest brothers (Eric and Mike!). We chilled all day Saturday down at Navy Pier with some of my cousins, just shopping and riding the various rides and hanging out. I have probably been to Navy Pier more than any other tourist attraction in Chicago, but it was still fun with the fam. Even though I totally and completely suck at life, guys, I really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; appreciated your visit, and I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out more. Love you both so much! Sorry I am soft. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the reason we didn't get to spend more time together: I made plans to go to Warped with Bill Reimer back in April, and didn't really think about it again until Saturday night, when Bill was already on his way to Chicago to pick me up. :) Not to mention that Bill Reimer is pretty much the most perfect boy alive, so that was exciting too. We left Chi-town at 5 AM on Sunday and drove to Detroit, where we rocked hardcore allllll day long... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy. Lost City Angels. Hopesfall. Matchbook Romance. Senses Fail. Amber Pacific. Mae. Motion City Soundtrack. Bedouin Soundclash. Skindred. My Chemical Romance. The Academy Is... we literally never stopped, for 8 straight hours. [ROGER! I also got my DON'T GET EMO shirt - I was sooo excited.] Then we rocked Say Anything almost all the way back to the Bend, where we (VERY briefly) slept before I caught the 5:30 AM train back to Chicago. Pulled into downtown at 8:05, was in the office by 9. Exit interview at 9:30 - I think I'm getting an offer! Wahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part though (besides seeing my baby brothers. whom I love veryyyyy much): realizing that this is the &lt;b&gt;THIRD&lt;/b&gt; Sunday in a row that I've ended completely covered in grime and sweat, thoroughly exhausted and 110% rocked out. Seriously - does it get any better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No.) In other news - I got a JOB for the coming school year! I am officially on the Doghouse Records college street team. I'll be spending at least 10 hours a week hearing the new music before everyone else, and promoting their awesome bands like: Say Anything, the Honorary Title, Limbeck, Koufax, Cruiserweight, and many others. ALSO, everyone in the office is at "national training" this week, so we get to "work from home." Yeah, sleeping in and listening to music all day in my pajamas - this summer is still delivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to come pick me up so I can come to Lex-town for a bit though?</content>
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    <title>I got so much to talk about...</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T02:33:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T03:35:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>From Under a Cork Tree</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This will be chronological. But SO MUCH has happened. I'll be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;. Work was okay. I'm in love with this guy Chris that I work with. He sends me funny emails all day at work. That night I sucked it up and called Crista, and we talked for the first time since May. I stole the rental car and drove to West Palm Beach and we went to the beach and got chased out by police with flashlights. It was really really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good to talk to her, though. And maybe one of these days we will both be able to talk without using our fake voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday AM&lt;/b&gt;. I fly in from Miami, dreading walking into my apartment and finding the mess from 1 crazy weekend + 3 hateful sk8rs. I open the door and... S P O T L E S S. The dishes are done, the trash is taken out, the futon and bedding are all folded up, my bed is made. AND. Three notes + mints on my pillow. I seriously stood there for a solid three minutes, reading and giggling. You boys are the best. :) You seriously made my entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday PM&lt;/b&gt;. Cubs outing with the folks from work. Not too much to say about that; it was fun. I get back that night and take the train out to my grandma's house. You have to take the train for a while and then a bus. I get on the bus, am rocking out to Weezer and completely not paying attention to anything. All of a sudden, six cops board the bus and are all pointing their guns at me and screaming. Not kidding. Turns out, some guy had robbed a bank up the street, ran onto our bus, and was sitting in the seat behind me. With his gun pointed at my head. Me and Rivers are rocking out and have no idea what is going on. After a huge scuffle and cowering on the floor for about 20 minutes scared out of my mind, I find out what really happened. Everyone on the bus was afraid for my life, and I was pissed that I dropped my Discman and it's not really working anymore. I'm never taking public transpo to the suburbs again.</content>
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    <title>I need you so much closer.</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T14:16:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T14:16:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*Warning:* I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; be the cheesiest person alive. But I thought this was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night... everyone else on my team had hardcore work to do on our project, but I do nothing (literally) - so I had the night off with the rental car. I was going to go to a toy store and try to find a birthday present for my baby (happy 9th, M'alfred!! okay, a couple days late, but I'm still your favorite Sis, right?)... but then I remembered that I was in &lt;b&gt;Florida&lt;/b&gt;. So I went to the &lt;b&gt;beach&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on the shore and let the tide crash over my feet as the sunset faded into twilight dissolved into pitch black, so that I couldn't even tell where the ocean ended and the night sky began. The part that made it awesome was listening to Death Cab, especially the song "Transatlanticism", as the sound of the surf crashing on the beach provided some background muzak. Then - and I am not kidding - right before I left, there was this miniature meteor shower, and I tried to &lt;i&gt;tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so emo I almost died.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>A rivalry goes so deep...</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T18:06:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T18:24:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Say It Ain't So" has been stuck in my head since Saturday.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;...between me and this loss of sleep over you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to sleep this week. I don't know if it's because my hotel room is so cold, or because I have so much else on my mind, but I have not been sleeping well. I think I might be getting back into my old "school" habits of staying up until 3 or 4 and then crashing until 8 - only now, it's 6:30, since I have to get ready for work. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel for work is overrated. Yeah, I get everything (meals, hotel, etc) for free, but I spend almost 24 hours a day with the same 3 people (2 of whom LOVE to hear themselves talk and make fun of me, and usually do so simultaneously... the other guy is really cool. But he child-locked me into the car today at lunch, because they think I am such a baby. Hilarious, isn't it?). I would MUCH much rather be in Chicago chilling with Eric and Gerdts right about now. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, work isn't really going as well as expected. On that note - I have to decide really soon if I'm going to take a full-time offer or not. On the plus side, I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; Chicago, I would get to keep my laptop for senior year, the people are relatively nice (though major corporate sell-outs, and we have &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; in common), and the money is okay (though not as good as investment banking). On the minus side, it seems like you're really bored until you finally get on a job, when you have to stay really late every night and give up your social life, so the hours are really erratic. Also, I have the feeling a lot of people here think I'm stupid. I have no idea why; I am always asking for work and doing everything I can to help, but most of the days I just sit here and look stuff up on the internet... or else data entry. I do NOT want to do that forever. Or even for a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions, decisions. Any and all input would be greatly appreciated. PLEASE. :) (Especially you kids who: a) visited me and experienced Chicago, b) have already graduated and have/don't exactly have full-time jobs, and c) are K8 McManus - I think I might rather do a year of service-type work. How did that work out for you?)</content>
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    <title>Capitalism stole my virginity.</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T02:27:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T02:27:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Elliott Smith - XO</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First and foremost: my sincerest apologies out to E-dawg. :) From an email today = "and you still havve not updated your live journal and thus have no idea how you are doing....yes i check it hourly and no i dont care if you have a million boxes of shit to organize." Ohhhh dawg, I am so sorry; it was a really busy weekend! Miss you slut - only THREE MORE WEEKS until we're back under the dome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, speaking of busy weekends... this weekend was maybe one of the most fun I've had all summer. Besides a disgustingly gross apartment (I haven't even been back to survey the total damage, but I can only imagine), a wicked blister on my right heel, and some truly hateful sunburn, I managed to escape the weekend relatively unscathed. Seeing as how we (me + Pat + Joe + Jerrod + occasionally some of SASSY) spent a combined 22 hours out in the brightest sun Chicago has ever seen, I consider that quite an accomplishment. Oh yeah, and besides it being hotter than hell, we were rocking out. A LOT. (Though not as hard as Beatle Bob... oh, BB, you are my life-long role model!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap du week-end: 18347 guests in my apartment, wandering around downtown, counseling session. &lt;b&gt;Sleep&lt;/b&gt;. The Redwalls, the (International) Noise Conspiracy + anarchy, M83, Ambulance LTD + the arrival of some (very drunk) SASSY folk, Kaiser Chiefs (&lt;i&gt;Oh My God&lt;/i&gt;, that was a sweet sing-along), Dashboard Confessional, Cake, Billy Idol + heaven-sent rain, the Black Keys, Primus, the Pixies, drunk and really creepy guy, WEEZER!! Best show ever. Rivers, oh how I love every dysfunctional inch of you. &lt;b&gt;Sleep&lt;/b&gt;. Credit card scandal, eggs and toast, OK Go's amazing choreographed dance, the Ponys, Saul Williams + hateful DefJam poetry, Kasabian, Blue Merle + shade + smoothies, Dinosaur Jr., Tegan and Sara, wasted and ready with Ben Kweller, the Arcade Fire + involuntary dancing (could not stop my legs from moving, God they are going to blow up soon), Spoon, a little Dandy Warhols + a lot of distortion, indie rock and roll with the Killers, blown away by Death Cab for Cutie. How sweet is their new album going to be? &lt;b&gt;Very&lt;/b&gt;. Stroll downtown + Pat got ripped off by a shoe-shiner, Corona, packing. Finally, futon and laughing and talking and ridiculous stories and laughing hysterically and creepy-hands hugs and remembering why we'll still be friends, despite transatlanticism. &lt;b&gt;No sleep&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was such a blur, there is no way I could write about it in real sentences. This will have to suffice for now. Leaving this morning was bittersweet (not to mention that I was and still totally am &lt;i&gt;exhausted&lt;/i&gt;). Happy to be in Florida and actually traveling with my job; sad to leave Chicago and miss Enderle's visit this week. :( Maybe next week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my C-bus boys - I hope you made it back okay and had as much fun as I did! My grandmother called me this afternoon to say that y'all were the nicest boys ever, and that you should come back any time. Apparently telling her that she was the "sweetest thing about the whole trip" made her insanely happy. I would take offense to that if I didn't recognize the infinitely greater sweetness of my grandmother to anything I could hope to achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... must pass out. Will update from Boca Raton later in the week.</content>
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    <title>The workers are going home...</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T04:30:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T04:30:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>for the 10th time today... the Blue Album</lj:music>
    <content type="html">But alas. I am not. I am still at work. WTF mate?! It's like, some days I sit around all day and do nothing, and other days (&lt;i&gt;comme aujourd'hui&lt;/i&gt;) I am just absolutely swamped and cannot leave my desk before midnight. I think I would prefer a bit more consistency, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I listened to the Blue Album today on repeat. I probably listened to it a solid eight or nine times during the course of the work day. Maybe tomorrow I should bring more than one CD. Either way... I made love to Rivers's sweet memory one thousand times in my head while having PowerPoint fun all day long. I am pretty sure that I would not survive the corporate world without Weezer.</content>
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    <title>But I should have known that you were a killer...</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T01:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T01:58:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Senses Fail</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This weekend was PURE ROCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Wuseeeee and Justin came back downtown and we all chilled chez moi. I was drinking this malt liquor that was recommended to me by some 7-Eleven employee, and it left me VERY SICK for a large chunk of the night. Wusi, Justin, and Scott were all pretty &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt; too, but that didn't stop us from dying my hair (white stripes! in tribute of course) OR buying Harry Potter 6 at midnight. Moral of the story = why would you EVER listen to alcohol recommendations from a random guy who mops the floor at a shady convenience store? Only if you are mentally challenged like me. That was my first and &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; experience with Camo 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up really super early and just read HP all day. Literally. I didn't stop reading for 13 hours. Finally, after I was done with the book (don't even get me started... I cried) I went to meet some friends at Navy Pier for free reggae music and 10th anniversary fireworks. Only problem was, I didn't EXACLTY know how to get there, and I was en train de parler au téléphone avec Pat, so I ended up walking about 18 blocks out of my way and getting stuck in a shitty part of town, where I dropped my cell and it shattered into 3 pieces. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday I woke up really early and told the Verizon people that my phone spontaneously combusted, and they gave me a new one for free. :) And THEN - the sweetest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I N T O N A T I O N&lt;/b&gt; M U S I C &lt;b&gt;F E S T I V A L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with the Indie Prince, but somehow we got separated during the Hold Steady when we were in the merch tents. You would think he's easy to pick out of a crowd, but when said crowd is totally made up of tall skinny kids with afros, you would be wrong. I was starting to give up and panic when I ran into Jorge and about 7 of my other PLS kids that I always hung out with in Riley until 5 AM. We rocked to Andrew Bird, Deerhoof, and the Wrens; then they had to leave to go back to the Bend - but I randomly ran into Catherine McG after that and we rocked out to Les Savy Fav and the Decemberists. She's the station manager for WVFI next year so she offered me a radio show! I am stoooooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other sweet things: I got the most amazing Intonation poster. The Wrens pulled random fans onstage to play assorted percussion instruments during "Happy," and it made me really happy. I ordered a popsicle in Spanish and it was the most refreshing treat I've ever eaten. Tim from Les Savy Fav came down into the audience during their set twice: (1) to demonstrate how to dance "so you can get laid" and (2) to bring a Slip &amp; Slide out into the audience and go down it headfirst (while singing). The entire crowd (~5,000 sweet little indie rockers) clapped along to songs and EVERYONE STAYED ON THE BEAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah - pure amazingness. Can't wait until this NEXT weekend too. ;)</content>
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    <title>Driving off through the downtown streets...</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T17:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T17:49:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sufjan Stevens invites you to: Come on! feel the Illinoise!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;...I am all alone with my allergies.&lt;/i&gt; Name that tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm currently getting paid $24/hr to plan my fall break concert road trip and eat Fun Dip. You know, the colored sugar that you eat with the Lik-a-Stik? This kind is blue but turns to green when you lick it, so my mouth is all green. It was free in my manager's office for some reason. I'm not complaining &lt;i&gt;per se&lt;/i&gt;, but I am really super bored. I wish I could be out &lt;b&gt;living the dream&lt;/b&gt; like my friend &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/allilea"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt; from GSP. She's working at a TV station in Louisville, and actually gets to produce a news show tonight and Monday! How cool is that?! Good luck. :) I must admit, I am &lt;i&gt;si jalouse&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to prostitute my data entry services around the office some more. How long til we go back to school again?</content>
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