<?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-3602355</id><updated>2011-08-17T05:41:49.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrapment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602355.post-114737134904267306</id><published>2006-05-11T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:15:49.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally the end of the semester has come and gone!My grades were alot better than I had thought they would be.  I ended up with nothing less than a B, that was definately a relief.  So far summer break has been fantastic, however I have come down with some sort of nasty plague.  I hope it is only a sinus infection and will clear up on its own soon.  The Beau and I are in the process of buying a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/114737134904267306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=114737134904267306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/114737134904267306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/114737134904267306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-end-of-semester-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-113862743443341425</id><published>2006-01-30T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:23:54.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to my english class here is where i am writing: English Blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/113862743443341425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=113862743443341425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113862743443341425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113862743443341425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-to-my-english-class-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-113681498446846254</id><published>2006-01-09T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T07:56:24.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BreakBreak started off in the traditional way, chaos at the bakery.  Shortly after we closed on Christmas Eve, Dave and I started our 7 christmas celebrations gauntlet, and oh what fun it was.During the third celebration on Christmas Eve, Paul came home and we drank at Zoolegers.  I could hardly stand upright i was so exhausted, but you can't pass up beer with your brother.Paul got the surprise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/113681498446846254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=113681498446846254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113681498446846254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113681498446846254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2006/01/break-break-started-off-in-traditional.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-113337445254770190</id><published>2005-11-30T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:14:12.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost Done!!less than two weeks til finals!  i am relieved that this semester is almost done, i have done enough reading in the past 16 weeks to last an entire year.  thankfully i will end the semester without the need for glasses, i wasn't sure that was going to be the case for awhile there.i am currently avoiding studying, which is turning into a trend.  So, i decided to update, not that i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/113337445254770190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=113337445254770190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113337445254770190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113337445254770190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-done-less-than-two-weeks-til.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-113077909802450901</id><published>2005-10-31T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:18:32.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a weekend!We dressed up on Friday night and went with Dave's mom and her boyfriend to a costume party at the Legion in West Lafayette.  My costume was so not well recieved.  I went as a naughty nun complete with whip, fishnets, four inch heels, and an outfit so short i had to go out and buy little boy jockeys to cover my ass.  The old ladies and mothers gave me the shittiest looks and talked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/113077909802450901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=113077909802450901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113077909802450901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/113077909802450901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-weekend-we-dressed-up-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112785928882771715</id><published>2005-09-27T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:14:48.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tag, I'm IT. I was tagged by this fine gentleman (woof)The list of SE7ENSE7EN ThInGs iD lIkE To dO beFORe i dIE:1.ride a roller coaster (i get panic attacks)2.jump out of an airplane with dave3.learn how to drive a motorcycle4.visit MORE foreign countries5.own a business6.go to culinary school7.own a house (my dream house specifically)SE7VEN THINGS i CAN DO1.give a badass massage2.change my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112785928882771715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112785928882771715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112785928882771715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112785928882771715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/09/tag-im-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112760888838962377</id><published>2005-09-24T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:41:28.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah hell, i have nothing better to do right nowso why not post?  for the most part i have been busy busy busy with school.  one of my soc. classes is taking up about every free minute that i have.  we got our study guide this week for our first test in the class, i have never seen something so elaborate.  as a class we decided to break up all the questions because it was just too much for any one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112760888838962377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112760888838962377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112760888838962377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112760888838962377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-hell-i-have-nothing-better-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112673195221147248</id><published>2005-09-14T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:05:52.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>really i'll update...someday.not much in my life right now except for school, which takes up the majority of my time.  so, other than thati go out on the weekendsi play pooli play chessoccasionally i drink too muchi watch alot of moviesi work.which is about all i wrote about before, i'm just using less details.so when my sour attitude towards hypocracy and blogging lifts, then i may jump back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112673195221147248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112673195221147248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112673195221147248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112673195221147248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/09/really-ill-update.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112144943621944209</id><published>2005-07-15T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:11:30.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kickass B-day!yesterday may have been one of the best birthdays i've had yet.First davey delivers a beautiful boquet of flowers to me at work Then dave and his sister picked me up in the afternoon and we ran around doing errands.  Dave stops on this random street and gets out of the car.  "what are we doing here?"  to which he replied, "you are getting a massage, i tried to get you and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112144943621944209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112144943621944209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112144943621944209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112144943621944209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/07/kickass-b-day-yesterday-may-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112137202081100678</id><published>2005-07-14T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:13:40.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!yep 25 today.the day started off shitty, but so far (o.k. i've come home and taken a shower that's all) so good.  hopefully it continues on the upward slope, we'll see.stupid birthdays!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112137202081100678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112137202081100678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112137202081100678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112137202081100678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-to-me-yep-25-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112119645199097466</id><published>2005-07-12T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:27:31.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a weekend!Friday night was random drunken shenanigans went to work on barely any sleep and a hangover.Saturday night, i ended up on campus with Eric drinking waaayy too much redbull mixed with alcohol.  on the way home we hit a house party, then decided to trek back in the direction of our homes.  longish story short:  i fell off the back of a BMX bike while wearing high heel shoes.  my head</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112119645199097466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112119645199097466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112119645199097466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112119645199097466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-weekend-friday-night-was-random.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112015815796727763</id><published>2005-06-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:04:03.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from Feministelooks like all those campy aussie movies paid off!Your Slanguage ProfileAussie Slang: 75%Canadian Slang: 75%New England Slang: 75%Prison Slang: 75%British Slang: 25%Southern Slang: 25%Victorian Slang: 25%What Slanguage Do You Speak?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112015815796727763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112015815796727763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112015815796727763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112015815796727763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/06/stolen-from-feministe-looks-like-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-112015754372700893</id><published>2005-06-30T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:52:23.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at last!after three days of working and sweating our asses off Dave and I (mostly dave, really) got the new fuel pump in my car and it's working again! i got to try my hand at changing my spark plugs, something that i don't want to do in that car again!  three of them are buried behind the engine and almost impossible to get to and manuever tools around. all in all we had a good time trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/112015754372700893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=112015754372700893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112015754372700893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/112015754372700893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-last-after-three-days-of-working.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111976257739869336</id><published>2005-06-25T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:09:37.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid car!my car decided that it would just die the other day in the middle of a parking lot on one of the hottest days of the year (of course it had to be the chancey parking lot) so we waited for the sun to go down and worked on it for awhile, every two mintues being interupted by some drunk ass walking by.the diagnosis:  my fuel pump died.  this piece of course being burried UNDER (or i guess</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111976257739869336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111976257739869336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111976257739869336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111976257739869336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid-car-my-car-decided-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111904202486110845</id><published>2005-06-17T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:06:11.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so we're backand have been for almost two weeks.things i didn't post about spain:we left alicante with horrible hangovers from this really chill bar, that had a disgusting pool table, but a cool bartender. we got on a bus and headed to cartegena. horrible place. everyone there looked a little shifty and fucked up, so we got on yet another bus and headed to La Manga, which is a sliver of land that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111904202486110845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111904202486110845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111904202486110845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111904202486110845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-were-back-and-have-been-for-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111667499074426221</id><published>2005-05-21T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T06:29:50.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah and i forgotwe played poolsomething i do NOT recommend doing in spain. crappy tablesand crappier cuesoh and we played air-hockey (i won of course)i think that´s all we did yesterday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111667499074426221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111667499074426221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111667499074426221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111667499074426221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-yeah-and-i-forgot-we-played-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111667484975696182</id><published>2005-05-21T06:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T06:27:29.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spainyep still herestill lovingscrew you guys we´re not coming home!!funny things on the terrace last night.2 new zealanders1 australian1 germanustwo random americansall of us were talking together (except the random americans)there was a lull in the conversation in which we all overheard¨ya gotta try it brah, it´s phat¨now maybe it´s the alcohol, we all tried really hard not to laugh, really we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111667484975696182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111667484975696182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111667484975696182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111667484975696182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/05/spain-yep-still-here-still-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111616947448208630</id><published>2005-05-15T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T10:04:34.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Shit this HURTS!!!so being the smart pastey pale americans that we are, we decided to hit the beach a couple of days ago.  it wasn´t too bad, we were both a little pink and getting ready to head back to our hostel, then we fell asleep.  I haven´t been able to sit down right for a while now.  looking like a lobster that´s been steamed to death. OUCH!burn or no burn the next day we climbed up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111616947448208630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111616947448208630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111616947448208630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111616947448208630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/05/holy-shit-this-hurts-so-being-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111579557692918198</id><published>2005-05-11T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:12:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spain!!so we´re here.  Day 1 was great.  we were a little exhausted and overwhelmed at first.  We both thought it might not have been so smart to come here for three weeks.once we slept and ate though, things were much better.Madrid is beautiful!  the buildings here are absolutely amazing.  we walked around for a couple of miles last night and saw alot of the scenery.  shops were still open and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111579557692918198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111579557692918198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111579557692918198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111579557692918198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/05/spain-so-were-here.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111540386619427430</id><published>2005-05-06T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:24:26.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm outta here!!holy shit, i'm going to Spain. unfortunately i found out my lease is up two weeks after we get back.  i was hoping to stay this summer, but unless i find a roommate umm...now, then i'm outta there, shit.so i guess the next time i post i'll be in sunny madrid, or maybe sunning myself on a beach in valencia or partying at Ibiza.  who knows.  all i know is i will be the FUCK OUTTA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111540386619427430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111540386619427430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111540386619427430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111540386619427430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-outta-here-holy-shit-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111504600999788742</id><published>2005-05-02T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:00:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HA!!i am finally done with my religions class.  done done done done.  this is the biggest weight off of my shoulders.  this class made me think of homicide, suicide, and at times genocide.  hate is too small of a word for what i feel for this class. two more finals, one thursday, one friday.  then i'm done!!things to do this week:get rid of the cat (yay! no more litter boxes!)LAUNDRY (it has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111504600999788742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111504600999788742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111504600999788742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111504600999788742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/05/ha-i-am-finally-done-with-my-religions.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111461477968650690</id><published>2005-04-27T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:12:59.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>end of the semester!!speech and poster project doneone more paperthree FinalsSPAIN!!holy shit i'm going to Spain.  for three weeks.  with dave.  and a backpack (a relatively small one at that.) guess we should start figuring out where we're going to be staying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111461477968650690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111461477968650690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111461477968650690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111461477968650690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/04/end-of-semester-speech-and-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111445341043236374</id><published>2005-04-25T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:23:30.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding WeekendFriday night was the bachelor/bachelorette parties for friends of dave and i.  Somehow i drank the least and felt the worst.  Dave was trashed, the bride was trashed along with the groom and maid of honor.  I had a total of 5 beers and one shot allllll night.  woke up hung over, everyone else felt great.the wedding the next day (or later that day i should say) was really cool.  it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111445341043236374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111445341043236374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111445341043236374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111445341043236374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/04/wedding-weekend-friday-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111383837062149769</id><published>2005-04-18T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:32:50.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm...motorcyclesdave and i went out on his friend's morotcycle sunday morning for about six hours.  i had never really been on a crotch rocket before (once when i was in high school, for a minute but that was about it,) i had a blast and totally understand now why people drive those things.  we were doing 70 in first gear without redlining if that gives you a clue as to the power of this bike. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111383837062149769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111383837062149769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111383837062149769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111383837062149769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111358752457850788</id><published>2005-04-15T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:52:04.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>end of the semester angstjust don't care, want the semester over, not happy about school.excuse me, but i am jacked up on caffeine and no food right now, post will be flighty.went out wednesday night, had a blast, paid the price...fucking territorial bulllllshit.so now dave and i are in a bit of a tiff. i think he's just going to have to get over it, i am NOT budging on this one. nope not one bit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111358752457850788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111358752457850788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111358752457850788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111358752457850788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/04/end-of-semester-angst-just-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111236813110415182</id><published>2005-04-01T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:08:51.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the Plague.i woke up wednesday feeling kinda crummy.  By the time i was done with classes i was feeling real shitty.  By 4am thursday morning i was coughing uncontrolably, had a temperature well above 100 and decided that death would be a better alternative to living.So now i am the proud owner of: NyQuil, Sudafed, a huge bottle of aspirin, ibuprofen, throat spray, numbing cough drops, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111236813110415182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111236813110415182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111236813110415182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111236813110415182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-plague.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111220488017100837</id><published>2005-03-30T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:48:00.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever had your tire pop?driving down the street yesterday off in my own little world, when suddenly i hear this loud bang and look in my rearview only to  see something fly off.  About two econds later i realize the bang came from my car.  I quickly aborted the get my ass to class so i can lounge outside for a few mission and headed to the parents house.  The whole time my car was making bad tire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111220488017100837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111220488017100837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111220488017100837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111220488017100837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/03/ever-had-your-tire-pop-driving-down.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111206763220465701</id><published>2005-03-28T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:40:32.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 more weeks til SPAIN!!o.k. yes i am very excited.  i went through about two weeks of being a little down about the idea of going with my boy instead of lauren.  but i'm over it.  really, no matter how many times diablo tells me i will be missing "hot italian cock!"  which apparently he has a thing for.  Dave and i have taken on the "what happens overseas, stays overseas" mentality.think of them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111206763220465701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111206763220465701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111206763220465701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111206763220465701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/03/5-more-weeks-til-spain-o.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-111020987163224975</id><published>2005-03-07T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:37:51.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw you guys: i'm going to Spain!!In a matter of a couple days last week Dave and I decided to go to spain, then bought the damn tickets.  I'm not one to say i'm going to do something and then actually do it unless it's spur of the moment.  While a trip in May isn't very spur of the moment, the actual planning of the trip and buying the tickets was.Sooo, i'm going to Spain, France, Italy, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/111020987163224975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=111020987163224975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111020987163224975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/111020987163224975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/03/screw-you-guys-im-going-to-spain-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110994878115010034</id><published>2005-03-04T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T09:06:21.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hopefully this glow and smile will go away soon, but until then...Spain!!!more to come.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110994878115010034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110994878115010034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110994878115010034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110994878115010034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/03/hopefully-this-glow-and-smile-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110917992626422949</id><published>2005-02-23T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:32:06.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohhh help me god (or anyone that knows about the philosophy and history behind the big three)good ol quiz-paper-test kind of week all in my philosophy of religion class.  i miss my religions of the east class with all of my heart.  no quizes, no papers, no assumption that everyone in the classroom has a religious background that involves the "big three."dammmmmit.  why do i keep torturing myself?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110917992626422949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110917992626422949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110917992626422949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110917992626422949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/ohhh-help-me-god-or-anyone-that-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110900802767455465</id><published>2005-02-21T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:47:07.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whiskey &amp; Bluegrasslong fun weekend, that was amazingly lazy.Dinner with lauren for her birthday on Friday, the bistro as always was wonderful.  Followed that up with drinks at the 'Bocker and pool at Nicks. Saturday Dave and i didn't roll out of bed until after 5 (LAZY!! deliciously so though) and went out that night to hear the bluegrass band that we had heard about the night before, the Spud </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110900802767455465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110900802767455465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110900802767455465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110900802767455465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/whiskey-bluegrass-long-fun-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110874304202698019</id><published>2005-02-18T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:10:42.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AvoidanceI will clean my house, i will come up with and put together elaborate dinners, i will find excuses to leave and get ice cream, i will scrub floors, empty my fridge, take out my garbage, oragnize my c.d.'s, organize my laundry, scrub the bathroom, go out to dinner, etc.JUST TO AVOID STUDYING!!  this is getting pathetic, the more i have to read facing me, the cleaner my house gets and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110874304202698019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110874304202698019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110874304202698019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110874304202698019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/avoidance-i-will-clean-my-house-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110857708137291847</id><published>2005-02-16T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:04:41.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VD &amp; Testsohh that title looks bad.v-day was good times.  Dave was going to cook for me, but i think was a bit intimidated by the prospect, that and he looked through a cookbook without having at least an idea first (big no no, you'll end up lost in all the possibilities.)  So we had a really cool chill dinner at El Rodeo (mmmm tequilla) i got to use my limited spanish vocabulary since the waiter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110857708137291847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110857708137291847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110857708137291847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110857708137291847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/vd-tests-ohh-that-title-looks-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110840325352569249</id><published>2005-02-14T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:47:33.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohio, RedBull, Culinary Delightsms.lauren and i headed out of town this weekend with another friend of ours to see an author favored by the two of them speak.  i had read bits and pieces of his work and for the most part didn't really have any strong feelings either way for the guy.  By the time the talk was done i really really really didn't like him.  Had i posted this when we got back into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110840325352569249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110840325352569249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110840325352569249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110840325352569249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/ohio-redbull-culinary-delights-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110814263499234785</id><published>2005-02-11T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:24:45.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUCH!!went dancing after comedy tuesday night ended up with a few strained, sprained stretched, possibly torn muscles, ligaments, and tendons. way to go me!! this is a common and recurring injury but i think this may have been the worst so far. woops.other than that life is good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110814263499234785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110814263499234785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110814263499234785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110814263499234785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/ouch-went-dancing-after-comedy-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110779064091896977</id><published>2005-02-07T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:37:20.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Hate PeopleSo this weekend i got some troubling news from a friend.  a guy that i know is in the hospital and at that point she didn't know if he was going to live.  shitty.here's why i hate people.guy that was in the hospital got realllly drunk the night before and stopped by where he works.  a co-worker and a really annoying guy that just loves to follow the crowd were both there.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110779064091896977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110779064091896977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110779064091896977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110779064091896977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-i-hate-people-so-this-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110753945682098471</id><published>2005-02-04T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T11:50:56.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's friday!!i'm glad i can be excited about friday's again now that i no longer work on saturdays.the weekend is starting out great!!  i aced my first exam of the semester, yeah i was a little worried about this one, but i guess three soc classes overlapping is a good thing.i went jogging yesterday and it felt awesome (except for the whole freezing lungs thing)i haven't stepped foot into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110753945682098471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110753945682098471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110753945682098471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110753945682098471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-friday-im-glad-i-can-be-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110718723305942633</id><published>2005-01-31T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T10:00:48.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Tracey:John &amp; Case=same person. ex from SLC nice army mormon guyDave=nice guyJen=dave's sisterTre=friend of Jen'sgot it? ;)So, this past thursday i said i would cook dinner for Dave, Jen, Tre, and myself. Then i realized that i had a bunch of shit to do and no time to do it. so i made the lasagna, picked up a little bit and set allllll the dishes that needed to be washed off to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110718723305942633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110718723305942633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110718723305942633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110718723305942633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-tracey-john-so-rest-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110676238583861040</id><published>2005-01-26T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:59:45.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soo...i had this nice post that i wrote before class last night that of course got lost in transmission. as usual.i think it is summed up with:Dave rocks and spoils me rotten.some guy told me to join the pool league (chalk that one up to a compliment)dave officially gets a chance until he moves away in a monthdave moving away in a month is the only reason he gets a chancemy brain hurts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110676238583861040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110676238583861040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110676238583861040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110676238583861040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/01/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110642136201321245</id><published>2005-01-22T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T13:19:51.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tommy's FatFat fat fat fat fat. and he is so damn cute. sitting on my lap while i type snuggling up to me, oozing over my legs. he's like jello with fur. his little motor is running, purring his heart out in a petting high. i don't know what the parents did, but my lil kitty is monsterous. ohmygod...CUTE!! i want to eat him up (with a spoon of course) and squeeze him til he pops! he's starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110642136201321245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110642136201321245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110642136201321245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110642136201321245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/01/tommys-fat-fat-fat-fat-fat-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110633040197587023</id><published>2005-01-21T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:00:01.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday night!i was going to rant and rave about the good ol' times on saturday night at the Bocker, but i think that unless you were there, you'll lose out on the comedy of it all.  Suffice it to say...(and i'm going to be sexist and stereotypical here)  men, collectively, are idiots. if anyone can answer why women who think for themselves, are intelligent, and can stand up for themselves, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110633040197587023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110633040197587023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110633040197587023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110633040197587023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-night-i-was-going-to-rant-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110572685072874401</id><published>2005-01-14T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:20:50.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Act of Courtingi have never in my ife been truly courted before.  i usually have just ended up in a relationship.  but, nice guy has definately changed all that.  he has been putting forth some serious effort since this summer to "win" me.  an endevour, while charming, is a lost cause.  yet, he keeps at it, and renews my faith everyday in the generosity and kindness of other humans.for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602355.post-110513167579862933</id><published>2005-01-07T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T15:01:15.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18 Credit Hours and a new CAR!!this may be mental suicide, it may also be the best idea i've had in awhile.  keeping myself busy busy with classes will definately keep me out of the bars.  hangovers are starting to get really old.  the only drawback is less time playing pool, which has turned into a nightly thing. i was going to blow $800 on a geo tracker (MUCH to the chagrin of Chuck and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110513167579862933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110513167579862933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110513167579862933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110513167579862933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/01/18-credit-hours-and-new-car-this-may.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110471101829498758</id><published>2005-01-02T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:10:18.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurray for the holidays being over!!been an interesting break, had alot of fun, but most importantly got my shit together (for the most part.)1.  quit drinking for a period of time to get some perspective (DEFINATELY worked)2.  stopped associating with someone that isn't good for me to have in my life (can't believe that is sticking, thought i'd be hooked for life.  guess some lines just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110471101829498758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110471101829498758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110471101829498758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110471101829498758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2005/01/hurray-for-holidays-being-over-been.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110400973531844753</id><published>2004-12-25T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T15:22:15.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x mas what?so went to harry's last night and stayed sober...wasn't nearly as painful as i thought it would be.  of course that could have had something to do with it being half full in there instead of people packed in like sardines. went over to the parent's house this morning after getting only a scant few hours of sleep last night.  we ate breakfast and opened presents, where i made out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602355.post-110384468174478395</id><published>2004-12-23T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:31:21.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh christmasyep, still don't like it.  looking forward to christmas night and the get together at lauren's house, it will be a much needed break from family.  i have this sinking feeling that paul will want to go to Harry's at some point in time while he is here.  won't that be lovely.  i also have a feeling that my sobriety will come to an end while he is in town, cause i'll need a drink to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110384468174478395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110384468174478395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110384468174478395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110384468174478395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahh-christmas-yep-still-dont-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110239209970316510</id><published>2004-12-06T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:03:37.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, I was bored.  Here's a good way to kill two hours.  Make your own superhero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110239209970316510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110239209970316510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110239209970316510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110239209970316510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/12/god-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110210426586713923</id><published>2004-12-03T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T14:04:25.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg, my head hurts!well not so much today, but it definatlely hurt yesterday.right after classes i headed out to dinner with the nice guy, who has decided after finally getting the point and giving up on any chance what so ever of me dating him, that that isn't the case so much anymore. great.  "so isn't me still hanging out with the ex an issue?!"  "or, how about the fact that i don't even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110210426586713923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110210426586713923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110210426586713923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110210426586713923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/12/omg-my-head-hurts-well-not-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110141775145149881</id><published>2004-11-25T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T15:22:31.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been exactly one week since chuckie passed away.this has been the longest and the quickest week of my lifeI went to the parent's house today, didn't want to go.  i don't want to hear i'm sorry anymore.The slightest things will send me into tears right now, it's getting almost unbearable.i miss chuck, with all of my heart.the healing process is hell, if you can call this healing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110141775145149881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110141775145149881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110141775145149881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110141775145149881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-exactly-one-week-since.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110088626616712556</id><published>2004-11-19T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:44:26.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't even know what to say Charles W. McClureCharles W. "Chuck" McClure, 26, of 1010-31 Salisbury St., WL, died at 4:30 a.m. Thursday, Nov. 18, 2004, from injuries sustained in a one-car accident on North River Road in West Lafayette.He was born May 20, 1978, in Lafayette, and spent his life in Lafayette except for two years when he lived in San Jose, Calif. He was educated in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110088626616712556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110088626616712556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110088626616712556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110088626616712556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-even-know-what-to-say-charles-w.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-110056583282498983</id><published>2004-11-15T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T18:43:52.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun with Coworkers!Went out this weekend with my bosses and their cousin from Idaho.  Thought that it would be a boring and taxing time.  Turns out i had a blast.  We had dinner and drinks at Maize, then went to the Knickerbocker for more drinks and then it was off to the strip bar.  Where i don't think any of us even watched the strippers.  The cousin was a nice guy and entertaining, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/110056583282498983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=110056583282498983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110056583282498983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/110056583282498983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/fun-with-coworkers-went-out-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109994453951498144</id><published>2004-11-08T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:08:59.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn the man!the man now of course being our overly corrupt government that silences any dissention with "those dirty liberals, trying to ruin our great nation!" last time i checked our founding fathers made damn sure that we were allowed to question our government. apparently now though that is not the case. to question our "great leader" is to be un-american, un-patriotic, and a dirty left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109994453951498144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109994453951498144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109994453951498144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109994453951498144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/damn-man-man-now-of-course-being-our.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109978895743187554</id><published>2004-11-06T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T18:55:57.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liver Pains!Went out last night and had a blast!  Unfortunately, i got very little sleep before i went to work.  So i was pretty much useless.  Ran into a friend of mine that i haven't seen since he took off for France a year and a half ago, very random, very cool.  he was one of my favorite people when he lived here, great sense of humor and fun to chill with, with the added bonus of having a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109978895743187554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109978895743187554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109978895743187554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109978895743187554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/liver-pains-went-out-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109953574806093764</id><published>2004-11-03T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:35:48.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH!!"feeling blue in a sea of red"as soon as Kerry gave his speech today i got a slew of calls and txts asking about my relocation to canada, and one to gloat "the country has spoken!"  damn tight ass conservative army boy.  grrr just the way to go into a final this morning!i hope the next four years are not as scary as the last four.  i don't think this country can take anymore b.s. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109953574806093764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109953574806093764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109953574806093764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109953574806093764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/ugh-feeling-blue-in-sea-of-red-as-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109944080686973521</id><published>2004-11-02T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:13:26.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOTEThat's right get out there and cast your vote.  though now it's too late and the polls are closed.  Anyway i hope everyone that was registered got off of their asses and hit the polls today, no matter who you voted for.Time to head to Chumley's and play the election night drinking game as devised by ms. lauren .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109944080686973521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109944080686973521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109944080686973521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109944080686973521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/vote-thats-right-get-out-there-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109933783058336641</id><published>2004-11-01T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T13:37:10.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY for Halloween!this halloween officially trumps last years in coolness and fun times (though a root canal woud have topped last years!) Ms. Lauren and i switched up the roles and she wore the comfy costume while i was wearing heels, a wig, and fake boobs, along with fish nets and a dress.  She used my breakfast club costume, a prison inmate, complete with the bandana and bad lip liner.we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109933783058336641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109933783058336641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109933783058336641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109933783058336641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay-for-halloween-this-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109910009037876728</id><published>2004-10-29T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:34:50.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even more shenanigansi have been on October break for weeks now, i just can't seem to get my head back into school.  Which isn't a good thing, but i'm not in school for anything but my own kicks anyway.Definately been an interesting week for me.  Ran into a old friend i hadn't seen in months and ended up hanging with him all night and a few other people i haven't seen since e.v. and i split.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109910009037876728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109910009037876728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109910009037876728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109910009037876728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/10/even-more-shenanigans-i-have-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109812818758635306</id><published>2004-10-18T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:36:27.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah!!totally forgot!  we wrote the food review edited it a few times, sent it in a final draft and the lovey $@*% that edited it might as well have written it herself.  so, if anyone does read it those are not our words!  we don't sound that....uneducated and young. damn i have not tact sometimes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109812818758635306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109812818758635306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109812818758635306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109812818758635306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-yeah-totally-forgot-we-wrote-food.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109812760803219560</id><published>2004-10-18T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:26:48.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A much needed trip to the hot tub!Somehow this weekend on my way home eneded up at the local excuse for a strip bar with the nice guy (that is still, after i told him i was done with men for awhile, trying to court me) and his sister.  We ran into about ten people that we knew there, which can lead to interesting conversations when you are surrounded by naked women and you are talking with men</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109812760803219560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109812760803219560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109812760803219560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109812760803219560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/10/much-needed-trip-to-hot-tub-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109753291388030441</id><published>2004-10-11T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:15:13.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy Daysspent all day yesterday laying around and watching movies.  i haven't done that in so danm long, it was a much needed vacation from responsibility.  unfortunately i have seen every movie in my house about 4 times.  Time to buy some new ones, i'm thinking Baliwood.  I loved Lagaan and hope that i can find a few more that will be just as entertaining. our review of the Bistro is in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109753291388030441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109753291388030441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109753291388030441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109753291388030441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/10/lazy-days-spent-all-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109725543922297395</id><published>2004-10-08T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T12:10:39.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really need to work on my planning skills.  It's October break and i haven't been out of the state of Indiana since last October (trip to Michigan doesn't count, we share a border.)  So of course true to form i try to get a last minute plane ticket to SLC, over $400 which of course i don't have to spare.  shit.  cars are cheap if you promise to keep them in the state.  trains are cheap but take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109725543922297395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109725543922297395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109725543922297395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109725543922297395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/10/really-need-to-work-on-my-planning.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109578501875532783</id><published>2004-09-21T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:43:38.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuckin' Lafayettei hate this place and should have never moved home. i have done more damage to myself in the past two years than i ever did in the 22 prior. fuckin lovely.moving right along.E's b-day is this weekend and i do not have a car right now which makes it very hard to buy him presents. I think it's time for Dr. Suess and Uncle Wiggly's Adventures. He'll be 5 and continuing on his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109578501875532783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109578501875532783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109578501875532783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109578501875532783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/09/fuckin-lafayette-i-hate-this-place-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109164902088892323</id><published>2004-08-04T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T14:50:20.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not enough hours in the day!!okay there are enough hours in the day i just am not using them wisely.  if i could have about five more hours i could actually sleep.  I am very lucky my boss understands the urge to party. Haven't been on campus in about a week it has been very refreshing to socialize with people that have real jobs real lives and real shit to talk about.Oh there is a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109164902088892323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109164902088892323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109164902088892323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109164902088892323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/08/not-enough-hours-in-day-okay-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109096091145459144</id><published>2004-07-27T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:41:51.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Croakin'  like a Frog      It was a weekend of firsts this weekend.     1. Finally went to see a couple of kids that I graduated high school with and their band. They were surprisingly good. They have been harassing me for months now to go and check them out, so I caved on Friday night and went.   2. Actually stepped foot in the Neon Cactus. Yea haw. Don't think I will be doing that again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109096091145459144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109096091145459144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109096091145459144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109096091145459144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/croakin-like-frog-it-was-weekend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109053089966251551</id><published>2004-07-22T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:14:59.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Culinary Delights I have been a big fan of creating meals for only a few years now.  i'm not sure exactly when it started but i know it hasn't been all my life.  of course that may be due to the fact that when i was younger i couldn't make anything without a recipe.  loved cooking,  just didn't know how to do it without a formula in front of me.there is something about being able to blend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109053089966251551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109053089966251551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109053089966251551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109053089966251551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/culinary-delights.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-109036753415229383</id><published>2004-07-20T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T18:52:14.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh the sauciness  if you're not feeling it then flaunt it like you are.  Many a night i've felt like the bottom of a barrel of nasty smelling sludge and instead of sitting around moping and feeling bad for myself and useless and all around like i'm not worth shit (gotta love the pity parties)  i just pick my head up and say "damn i'm fabulous"   with as much conviction and sassiness as i can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/109036753415229383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=109036753415229383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109036753415229383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/109036753415229383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-sauciness-if-youre-not-feeling-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108993791011405786</id><published>2004-07-15T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T19:31:50.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hair's pink!!  yes isn't it just lovely everytime that i try to dye my hair red it turns pink.  you would think that by now i would remember this when buying hair dye, but no i just go right on ahead and buy the dark red shit.  oh well.  the worst part is i didn't really even have my heart in dying it, i was bored and grumpy. at least my hair doesn't hold dye very well anymore and it'll wash</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602355.post-108985490454310146</id><published>2004-07-14T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T20:28:24.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay it's my b-day!so we went out last night to celebrate the birthday.  comedy night and pool. very good times nice and mellow ended the night at harry's which was probably a bda idea, no one needed any more to drink, but hell why not?  i surprisingly won every game of pool that i played and i was people who knew what the hell they were doing.  one of course tried to play my win off as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108985490454310146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108985490454310146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108985490454310146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108985490454310146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/yay-its-my-b-day-so-we-went-out-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108965405638709702</id><published>2004-07-12T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:40:56.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Election YearMs. Lauren brought to light on our pointless trip to indy this weekend that our choices for the elction are a bunch of buch dick and johns so i suggested we make a t-shirtIndecision 2004BushDick&amp; Johnsyep nothing like a bunch of sexual inuendos to get the election year cooking!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108965405638709702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108965405638709702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108965405638709702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108965405638709702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/election-year-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108957598516018782</id><published>2004-07-11T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T14:59:45.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpontaneitySaturday night Ms. Lauren and i went out and had a wonderful dinner at the local french bistro (where it turns out most of the staff is comprised of "back in the day" friends) then headed to campus for drinks, we decided campus was lame and went back downtown for more "adult" conversations and atmosphere (never never land gets old)  we sat at the bar for about two seconds before we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602355.post-108940148923916165</id><published>2004-07-09T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T14:31:29.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No More C'ville!i've been watching my bosses house for the past week and i'm finally done!!  as nice and fun as their place is i really missed being at home and around people.  had plans to have a few different friends out their this week but it never worked out, i was either too tired to entertain or the weather was shitty.Gettin geared up for the weekend.  the art gallery walk is downtown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108940148923916165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108940148923916165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108940148923916165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108940148923916165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-more-cville-ive-been-watching-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108896624269940497</id><published>2004-07-04T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T13:37:22.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday night ms. lauren and i headed out to campus.  to avoid any further drama we went to the only two bars on campus sure to be drama free.  surprisingly the first bar was fun.  we played rummy until last call there and then i headed off to dance with a couple of my friends, one of which was doing the traditional midnight birthday celebration.    i should have just gone home after the bar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108896624269940497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108896624269940497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108896624269940497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108896624269940497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursday-night-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108872088368578581</id><published>2004-07-01T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:28:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's that you say?that's right more fun in the sun!!after getting only two hours of sleep tuesday night because of an outrageous amount of bullshit, lauren and i headed off to the pool.  ahhhh, there is nothing more relaxing than getting warm all the way down to your bones from the sun.so today of course we headed back to the pool.  it's a workout without feeling like one, so i can quit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602355.post-108845788738976337</id><published>2004-06-28T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T16:24:47.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Road TripLauren and i drove to Michigan saturday afternoon to drop off e for a week long family vacation.  i haven't done the road trip thing in a long time.  it was a blast!!  we spent the night at a cottage her parents had rented for the week.  lots of shenannigans.  lots of laughter. it's great to be around someone that doesn't expect you to be anything but who you are.  it has been  very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108845788738976337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108845788738976337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108845788738976337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108845788738976337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/road-trip-lauren-and-i-drove-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108819717690350919</id><published>2004-06-25T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T15:59:36.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deleteno need for the words of last night to have presence in my world.  don't need that nasty energy shit.i'm not pathetic or mean...i'm honest, and i will not let anyone shoot me down for that or make me feel bad.self awareness and speaking MY truth, that's the theme from now on.  i have the self awareness down, the whole saying what needs to be said not so easy, but i'll get it done.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108819717690350919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108819717690350919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108819717690350919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108819717690350919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/delete-no-need-for-words-of-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108810640061892495</id><published>2004-06-24T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T14:46:40.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more fun in the sunyesterday lauren and i played basketball for a couple of hours.  we changed the game of horse into ho-bag and butthole among other things.  yep we're a little off.DJ Z-Trip ahhh my new musical love.  Candice gave me a c.d. of a live show in LA in 2003 that i didn't think i would like.  Jane's Addiction and Jay Z, Tool and OutKast, and my favorite, Nas and some double time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108810640061892495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108810640061892495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108810640061892495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108810640061892495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/more-fun-in-sun-yesterday-lauren-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108796239415932091</id><published>2004-06-22T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:46:34.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun in the SunThis weekend ms. lauren E and i all went to the taste of tippecanoe.  It was awesome!!!  i killed myself though, 6 hours of playing with a four year old.  usually E is like the perfect type of birth control.  this time though he was making want kids like crazy, only of course if the kids were as cool as the E-monster.  We danced and sang and chased each other around the whole time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108796239415932091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108796239415932091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108796239415932091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108796239415932091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/fun-in-sun-this-weekend-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108767652364233921</id><published>2004-06-19T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T15:22:03.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Demon DreamsEvery once in awhile i have these moments where i know that something is wrong.  usually it has to do with lauren, paul, or the person i am dating.  for example last night i woke up around 10:45 with a very uneasy feeling in my stomach.  now usually i go through the mental checklist of what i ate that day, how far away is my period, did i eat enough or am i hungry.  then i realise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108767652364233921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108767652364233921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108767652364233921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108767652364233921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/demon-dreams-every-once-in-awhile-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108759769741853167</id><published>2004-06-18T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:28:17.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confusingfirst and foremost.  cooking (especially grilling) alone is not only boring.  today it is depressing as hell.  bleh.trying to keep an emotional distance that is healthy for me.  events of the last couple of days are making that harder than i thought they would.  taste of tippi.  sunday parties.  friday night.  looking kinda like i need to make some new friends that are not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108759769741853167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108759769741853167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108759769741853167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108759769741853167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/confusing-first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108750798981279821</id><published>2004-06-17T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T16:33:09.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mosquitos, Strippers, Tequila and Sleep Deprivationi have spent every night since sunday night sitting outside and now i've turned into one gigantic mosquito bite.my good friend Dustin randomly showed up into town yesterday afternoon.  i haven't seen him since christmas time.  somewhere along the lines he convinced me that a tequila sunrise was a good idea and so was the strip bar.  ohhh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108750798981279821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108750798981279821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108750798981279821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108750798981279821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/mosquitos-strippers-tequila-and-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108734991882343313</id><published>2004-06-15T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T14:56:51.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Triggersi don't like feeling like i am not i control of my emotions.i'm not sure how to feel.i haven't even begun to scratch the surface of my emotions and there are so many things that can send me into a tailspin, little triggers that set off a series of emotions that are so varied and bounce so randomly through my head.angerfearsadnesscompassionunderstandinghaterage bitternessI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108734991882343313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108734991882343313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108734991882343313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108734991882343313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/triggers-i-dont-like-feeling-like-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108732483900913715</id><published>2004-06-15T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:40:39.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yukI feel yucky today.  i think i pulled my little ass out of bed on the wrong side.Got off of work early and went home to my trashed apartment.  The roomie is bringing the new chick home tonight and our apartment looks like a landfill.  grrreat.  Guess i get to be the one to clean it.Went to the parents to do laundry and of course they are home and using the washer.  Think i'm going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108732483900913715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108732483900913715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108732483900913715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108732483900913715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/yuk-i-feel-yucky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108673563160915724</id><published>2004-06-08T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T18:00:31.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REALLY REALLY HOT!!the high was only supposed to be 80 today..it's 90-something.as irritated with my roommate as i was when he called me at work today to tell me he accidentally left the AC on... THANK YOU CHUCKY!!!I'm kinda bored.i can think of all kinds of things to do, just don't have anyone to do them with.  All my girlfriends have either moved or are raising their babies with no free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108673563160915724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108673563160915724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108673563160915724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108673563160915724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/really-really-hot-high-was-only.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108663275064046331</id><published>2004-06-07T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T13:27:25.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOT!!I've been dying for some heat throughout the past few ultra rainy weeks.  Now that it's here...holy shit it's hot!!  i take it back, i want the nice spring temps.  though it is all better than those nasty cold dreary winter months.Went to the parents house today.  in one week they had,1.  the washing machine die2.  CAC got a crown for her tooth3.  the dishwasher flooded the kitchen4.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108663275064046331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108663275064046331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108663275064046331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108663275064046331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/hot-ive-been-dying-for-some-heat.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108651209337361074</id><published>2004-06-06T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T03:54:53.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DepressionThat is one of my many foes, lovely dependable depression.i hurt so much right now.  i know that i need to be the one that "fixes" this within my own head.  but all i have really ever needed or wanted is someone to hold me tight and tell me that everything is going to be okay.  even if it is a lie...i have always wanted and needed that human connection.  right now i need it more than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108651209337361074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108651209337361074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108651209337361074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108651209337361074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/depression-that-is-one-of-my-many-foes.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108646227723232494</id><published>2004-06-05T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:04:37.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Tired of WorkingI haven't had a vacation since October!!i wish there was more to do in this lil city, instead of having to drive to indy or Chi.  i'm tiredi'm boredi'm still depressed.  didn't really expect that to go away quickly, just didn't expect it to be so...through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108646227723232494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108646227723232494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108646227723232494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108646227723232494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-tired-of-working-i-havent-had.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108639750703018994</id><published>2004-06-04T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:05:07.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my!!  blogger has changed their format.  it could quite possibly be idiot proof.Things i want to do this summer!1.  Canoe trip  ASAP  w/camping2.  Road trip3.  See my brutha4.  Go to at least 2 concerts5.  spend a nice chill weekend with the boy in a hotel that has a pool, hot tub, and possibly themed rooms (why not i've never done it.)6.  RELAX!!!7.  get more bodywork8.  Give more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108639750703018994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108639750703018994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108639750703018994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108639750703018994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/06/oh-my-blogger-has-changed-their-format.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-108148560130323218</id><published>2004-04-08T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:43:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>updating for the sake of updatingi actaully have nothing to say.  just thought it would be fun to drop here and say something.to answer a question...yes i do have my dignity..hear me roar mutha fucka :)i'm tired and moving sucks...sucks the life right out of me, at least i find my new apartment very peaceful and calming, gotta love that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/108148560130323218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=108148560130323218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108148560130323218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/108148560130323218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2004/04/updating-for-sake-of-updating-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106677723639887625</id><published>2003-10-21T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T18:00:36.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a nice little vacationbecause of some sexist bullshit at work i now have the week off, if i could afford it i would be jumping for joy, but i can't so it kind of sucks.Of course i had to find out about my time off from my ex and not the people that i work for, so that was kind of crappy and shows all the passive aggressive nonsense that goes on at the bar.All in all it's been a pretty good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106677723639887625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106677723639887625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106677723639887625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106677723639887625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/10/nice-little-vacation-because-of-some.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106638335936778708</id><published>2003-10-17T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T04:35:59.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 Times Out of 10nine times out of ten i think that i would really prefer to own a hand gun.  most would think for protection, i think more for self anihilation.  i find myself more and more unable to deal with reality and unalbe to deal with the cruelties of the world.  So, yeah maybe i have put myself in these fucked up situations maybe i have given my heart to people that don't respect it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106638335936778708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106638335936778708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106638335936778708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106638335936778708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/10/9-times-out-of-10-nine-times-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106582805599883393</id><published>2003-10-10T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:20:55.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SanctuaryI took off last Friday on a whim to visit my brother (my other option was to stay here and go crazy from chaotic b.s.)  we had such an amazing time.  It's all i've really wanted for awhile, the chance to sit back, relax, and crack jokes with paul all day.  i really wish that he and i could see each other more often, but i don't think moving back to SLC for the third time or him moving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106582805599883393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106582805599883393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106582805599883393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106582805599883393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/10/sanctuary-i-took-off-last-friday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106538301563793616</id><published>2003-10-05T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:43:35.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Binge and PurgeExcuse me while i yack all over this page, for awhile at least.I would start by saying that men suck, but they don't (at least not all of them.)  But, the abusive insensitive ones do, they suck hard.I'm not really ready to face all that has happened in the past year yet.  I think that i am going to allow it all to sit for awhile until i can deal with it.One thing though:  Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106538301563793616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106538301563793616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106538301563793616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106538301563793616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/10/binge-and-purge-excuse-me-while-i-yack.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106365242729820863</id><published>2003-09-15T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T14:00:27.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drinking Sucks!!My saturday night when from fun to drama in about 10 seconds because of a whole lotta alcohol.  For once, i didn't start the drama (and i'm starting to think that in all actuality i didn't as often as one might think.)On top of all the crap, i ended up with one hell of a hangover the next day.  Lucky for me i have learned sure fire cures for hangovers (at least the ones that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106365242729820863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106365242729820863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106365242729820863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106365242729820863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/09/drinking-sucks-my-saturday-night-when.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106332319563584497</id><published>2003-09-11T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T18:33:15.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UnpatrioticI'm moving to Canada.  Moving isn't a strong enough word, defecting is more like it.  I stopped wanting to be a part of this counrty the day after the twin towers fell.  Mass hysteria and paranoia took over and the country turned on its own citizens.  people died once again because of the color of their skin, because of their heritage, because of their accent.  The media </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106332319563584497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106332319563584497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106332319563584497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106332319563584497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/09/unpatriotic-im-moving-to-canada.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-106081506567328827</id><published>2003-08-13T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T17:55:49.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enoughi tend to get a little out of hand and dramatic when spouting out how and what i feel.  so enough is enough, i hate it when people unload their shit on me (unless of course they are someone i love) so why unload mine on others, especially strangers.i recently moved into an apartment in good ol laf-a-lot, on a historic street in downtown.  Neat neat place.  very artsy-fartsy.  only one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/106081506567328827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=106081506567328827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106081506567328827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/106081506567328827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/08/enough-i-tend-to-get-little-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-105988955297617624</id><published>2003-08-03T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T00:45:52.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAINThat is the word of the day.Pain is relative, what may hurt one person could roll off the back of another.  I always feel like my pain isn't justified, that i shoud just get up and walk it off and not let myself hurt, because honestly no one really wants to hear about another persons problems.  That said damnit i'm gonna bitch about my pain.For the past three years i have put myself in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/105988955297617624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=105988955297617624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/105988955297617624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/105988955297617624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/08/pain-that-is-word-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-105982364457194666</id><published>2003-08-02T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T06:27:24.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To continue with the trend of not postingSo far this has been a crappy crappy week.  I moved out of my old apartment in the middle of the day with no a/c and no sleep.I got in a fight with my boy and got yelled at (again) for not paying enough attention to him (as if every waking hour i have isn't enough.)Then i got dumped by same boy hours later because i refused to listen when i got the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/105982364457194666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=105982364457194666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/105982364457194666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/105982364457194666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/08/to-continue-with-trend-of-not-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-92456150</id><published>2003-04-11T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T18:06:34.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why not just post every few months, it seems more interesting this way. haven't been doing much of anything lately besides work work work. my life is uneventful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/92456150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=92456150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/92456150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/92456150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/04/why-not-just-post-every-few-months-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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-3602355.post-89066442</id><published>2003-02-13T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T20:26:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to blog or not to blogthis is the first time that i have had a chance to use a computer since december, pretty sad i know.I'm bartending now at the same place, we renamed it to Roxy's when we got our liquor license.  it's interesting bartending on campus, students do nothing but drink on the weekends, hell they do nothing but drink every day of the week.  The job is keeping me away from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/feeds/89066442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602355&amp;postID=89066442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/89066442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602355/posts/default/89066442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslori.blogspot.com/2003/02/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-this-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00063427453876051520</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></feed>
