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  <title>An Uninteresting Glimpse into the Life of a Dweeb</title>
  <subtitle>Who knew it could be so grand?</subtitle>
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    <name>Trixie, like the dog</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-11T08:14:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatrixie:157726</id>
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    <title>Update inc.</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T08:14:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-11T08:14:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I thought I'd give an update, since it's 1:05 on a Sunday night (Monday morning?) and I have no job to report to tomorrow (today?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I are living together in Chico, and having a damn ball, to be honest. I love living with him, and I love not living with my parents. It's dandy as hell. Omg I eat cake for breakfast and go to bed late and watch R-rated movies. Not really. Well, the cake thing, yes.&lt;br /&gt;We have a kitten named Harold. He sucks, to be honest. I think my years of not owning cats have really made me romanticize the years I DID own cats. I thought they, y'know, were good pets. Harold's mean, though. Very mean. Oh well. Live and learn and maybe murder a cat. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change my major from liberal studies. I really had no emotional tie to that major and, honestly, didn't look forward to any of the classes that were available under that major. I just picked it because I couldn't decide what I wanted to do. Well, through some stupid mishap with my transfer credits, I changed my major to...Social Science. Or Sciences. whatever. The classes sound soo much more appealing. My two concentrations will be Family Relations and Psychology. I can't waaait. The classes I'm taking this semester are:&lt;br /&gt;ANTH  312 - 01 - Cataclysmic Events in Human Prehistory&lt;br /&gt;SOCI  230 - 01 - Women in Contemporary Societies&lt;br /&gt;PSYC  355 - 04 - Child/Adolescent Psychology&lt;br /&gt;PSYC  457 - 01 - Psychology of the Exceptional Child&lt;br /&gt;GEOS  355 - 02 - Geologic Hazards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited :). SO yeah. I like life right now. Some deeper stuff going on beneath the surface, but that's to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find a fucking job, which is hard on me. Fortunately right now, Matt's secured a full-time job, at least until the beginning of school or something. We aren't struggling at the moment, but who knows.  I'm content right now and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so sleep. Nighty night. Don't let the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</content>
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    <title>About to start a new life.</title>
    <published>2008-06-12T01:03:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-12T01:03:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cash Cab</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So Matt and I are moving on Friday. I am EXTREMELY excited!!! I can't believe it's finally happening. I really love the way my life is going right now, despite all this poop with the car accident. Because you know what? It turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/Focus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/Focus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely beautiful 2001 Ford Focus. It's the car I've wanted since I was fifteen years old, and I finally have it &amp;lt;3. Anyway, I'm very pleased right now. &lt;br /&gt;I can't waiiiit to live with this man.</content>
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    <title>No, I won't put this behind a cut. Get ova it,mf!</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T01:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T01:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I was driving to Matt's house, when a very &lt;i&gt;curious&lt;/i&gt; thing happened. Some guy switched into my lane on Niblick, right behind me. Like three inches behind me. I saw him and I thought, "Wow, that guy's an asshole. I don't have anywhere to go." Then he ACCELERATED!.. into me. He slowed down a little, then accelerated again!!. Then he repeated that. I pulled into the little street between Heritage Oaks Bank and the new Highlands Church because WTF. He pulled over too and I genuinely thought that he was going to get out and kick my ass--like I had done something to him or something. That was the only explanation I could think of for him rearending me four times.&lt;br /&gt;As I pulled over, my car was attached to the front of his HUUUUGE F150 (lifted, with huuuuge monster truck wheels.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it turned out that he just "didn't see" me. That's when you know your truck is too tall. When you can't see a car attached to your front bumper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the damage :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/Accident1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/Accident2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/Accident3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/Accident4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately his insurance company agreed to accept liability so I'll get some bux soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatrixie:157016</id>
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    <title>Back from the dead.</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T06:47:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T06:47:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Say It To Me Now - Glen Hansard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright so. I guess it's time to make an update, because I haven't in a really long time. Who knows who even reads this business anymore, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually doing pretty okay these days. I still have a hard time sometimes. My brother Conrad died in December, so that has been an incredibly difficult experience. I'm also still trying to cope with my mom's death last June. I went to a bereavement group last semester a couple times...but nobody really showed up to the group so it was just me, Matt, and some woman named Tanya who had a beard. Hah. Plus she was there because her dog died so I felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I'm doing better. I don't cry as much and I feel more in-control of my emotions. &lt;br /&gt;Oh a much lighter note, I was accepted and admitted to CSU Chico. Matt was too, incidentally! So we're going to be moving up there together in the summer--maybe June or July. I am soo SCARED. I'm also incredibly excited because I just feel this ache to be out of my family's house, for independence's sake. Well, for co-dependence's sake heh. I'm going to major in Liberal Studies. At least, that's what I've declared. I may change it if something else catches my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I have been together for a little over two and a half years. It's bizarre how much I love this guy. I never in my life thought that I would meet somebody this young, and feel such an intense and powerful connection. I feel like we are on the same page about nearly everything, and that is so comforting. He has been so amazing, helping me cope with the tragedies that 2007 dealt. I just feel so lucky. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I'm going to hang on to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I ordered seasons one through three of Lost last Monday (yeah like 58585858 days ago) and hopefully that will arrive tomorrow. I want to have a Lost marathon. I got a new TV from my parents for my birthday, so I look forward to watching a nice clear picture. For Christmas, Matt got me Six Feet Under, the entire series. I loooove it. I'm re-watching it, and it's even better the second time around. Such a beautiful and powerful show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's about it. Various other shit's going on but I can't think of it right now. I have to go potty :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you haven't already, watch Once. You'll feel really good.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2008-01-28T08:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T16:12:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T16:12:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">21 today</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatrixie:156606</id>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2007-07-26T02:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T09:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T09:09:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I keep having dreams that she's alive.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatrixie:156197</id>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2007-06-25T01:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T08:29:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T08:29:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to post about this. But I think it will help me and it's something I know that I will want to preserve in my memory for as long as I can. It's sad but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday my mom had a brain aneurysm. An ambulance picked her up from a bus stop, where she was lying unconscious, and all alone. She fell into a coma and doctors confirmed upon arrival that my mom had no brain activity. Yesterday, a series of tests were performed, and their outcome officially labeled her as braindead. She was kept alive only by lifesupport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we also discovered that my mom was an organ donor. This meant that there was a window of only 12-24 hours from the "braindead" classification in which the organs could be.. harvested. Deva and I were her next of kin, so we had the power to consent to her organ donation. We consented and asked also that she be a tissue donor. That really got the clock moving. Basically, after that, my mom would be dead within a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incredibly surreal and I can't explain this insanely cliche "emotional rollercoaster" I'm on right now. I'm fine one minute and crying like a buttface the next. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to endure, and I wouldn't wish it on anybody. &lt;br /&gt;I miss her.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2007-04-02T09:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T16:18:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T16:18:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So like. Last night I was suspended "until further notice" from Video Choice. &lt;br /&gt;I was three and a half hours into my 6.5 hour shift and I wasn't feeling well, so I called my co-worker to cover the rest of my shift. (I wouldn't have even asked, but I worked a few hours for her last week when she was ill.) I didn't 'okay' it with my manager, and she found out later that night that I had gotten Katey to work for me, so she decided to suspend me because I was "going behind her back." The weird and stupid thing is that I actually thought I was doing my manager a FAVOR because I was taking care of it. She told me that I was the most thorough of her employees, so she was disappointed that I didn't go the "proper" route or something. So, I get suspended, no warning at all. It's complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back. So who wants to employ me.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2007-03-30T02:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T09:29:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T09:29:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gimme Some Lovin'- Spencer Davis Group</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think it's weird that &lt;i&gt;five&lt;/i&gt; people from Can't Hardly Wait went on to be on Six Feet Under. I want to know if Lauren Ambrose had something to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. We're about to start season 5 of SFU. It's weird because I know exactly how the last episode ends because I saw it on Best Week Ever like a year and a half ago. I don't want to tell Matt, though. Spoilers suck. I wish I'd had the foresight to imagine that I'd want to watch it someday. I wonder how much shit I read now is spoiling stuff I'll be interested in, in a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's fine these days. My fifty-third semester at Cuesta seems to be winding down. My grades should be pretty damn satisfactory, I think. I'm actually trying ? ? ? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a lot. Mostly Stephen King. Right now I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Nightmares and Dreamscapes&lt;/i&gt; which is a paltry 820 pages. I used to think that I prefer his short story compilations rather than the novels, but now I don't necessarily think that's true. I've been sort of going back and forth between his short stories and longlong books, and when I'm reading the shorties, I find myself longing for character development. I find myself more drawn to his characters when he has a 500 page stretch in which to round them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March saw my "OnE YeAr AnNiVeRsArY" at Video Choice. Not so sure about how that's going to be. I've never stayed at a job for a year straight. I think I lose interest and patience. I do see that happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww I had my first UTI this month. It was great! And when the nurse practitioner did a pap smear, my tenderness and pain lead her to believe that I had some sorta STD. That was funny. Er no wait...not funny at all. That's what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. I love him very much.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2007-01-02T04:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T04:07:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T04:07:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sigh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatrixie:155138</id>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-12-25T20:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T20:58:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T20:58:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Isley Brothers - Work to Do</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm not going to use LJ cut. So sucks to be you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/SD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tug the tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/SD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what hiding in their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/SD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets to see Steely Dan next month =O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/TrixMix/SD4.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-12-17T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-17T00:48:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-17T00:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's my really cool and interesting community college version of a schedule for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4712 	MATH27 	MWF 	12:00pm - 1:40pm 	MEYER J 	NCTY 	N2802 	5.0 	GR&lt;br /&gt;4631 	HIST7B 	TTh 	8:00am - 9:30am 	HITCHMAN R 	NCTY 	N5003 	3.0 	GR&lt;br /&gt;5392 	PHIL8 	M 	4:00pm - 7:00pm 	WISHART P 	SLO 	6307 	3.0 	GR&lt;br /&gt;4996 	SPCH10 	MW 	10:00am - 11:30am 	DUMAS B 	NCTY 	N2441 	3.0 	GR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's intermediate algebra, American history after 1800something, Intro to logic and Small Group discussion. Should be absolutely amazing. Barrrrf. I wonder if I'll ever be done with Cuesta :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and J, if you're *reading* this, I forgot to sign off MSN--I wasn't ignoring you.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-10-15T07:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T07:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T07:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alriiight.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sad and lonely. I miss having friends. I feel like I've probably burned bridges, though, so I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I love Matt and when we're together I feel totally whole and I feel a certain sense of fulfillment that was entirely foreign to me before our relationship. After I go home, though, I just feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;When I get sad, I think about all the things that make me sad, so I just sit and wallow in melancholy. That in itself is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything to be 10 years into the future. I hate college and I hate work. The only thing that gets me from day to day is my relationship. And that scares me. &lt;br /&gt;Am I really that unstable?</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-09-07T18:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T01:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T01:46:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today Matt and I ended up at Smart &amp; Final, so we did a little important shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-lb bag of assorted Warhead candies&lt;br /&gt;A 15-pack of assorted Orbit gum flavors&lt;br /&gt;An 18-pack of Bubbalicious Watermelon Wave&lt;br /&gt;A 2-lb bag of generic-brand Cap'n Crunch cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a child!&lt;br /&gt;A toothless one.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-09-03T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T06:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T06:31:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Steve Irwin (The Crocodile Hunter) died =/. That's really sad!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already. Not really. But it's really sad for his family.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Steve Irwin&lt;br /&gt;*kiss*</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-08-18T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T23:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T23:41:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>While You See A Chance - Steve Winwood</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes it's true. I'm finally updating, after about 5 months of nothingness. Don't get me wrong, I read livejournal several times a day. I'm just too lazy and too incredibly non-interesting to update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Addictions:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/i&gt;, Season 1; Stephen King novels and movies; Bagel breakfast sandwiches; &lt;i&gt;The Goofy Movie&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack; Crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know where to start. I want this entry to be succinct and beautiful and special. Not sure why I'm filling it with so much bibblebabble already, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is me and Matt's one year anniversary. Yup, that's one entire year of friend and family ditching in favor of a romantic relationship. To be truthful, though, I don't know if I would do it differently if given the chance. (I won't be given the chance, though, because I haven't invented the Backwards Time Travel Pocketwatch that I vowed to invent by the age of 19-and-a-half, which was last month...So I'm not going to dwell.) I'm sorry that I'm so weak and that I seem to make wrong decisions. I'm a person, though, and people are entitled to be shitty for a year or so in their late teens, or so I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. I stopped taking my medicine about a month ago. It wasn't like I suddenly woke up one day and felt like I don't need to be taking Zoloft. I wish. But the real story is that I ran out one night and didn't feel like calling in/paying for a refill. So THEN I decided I'm such a strong individual that I can withstand possible withdrawal symptoms and eventual suicide. Girl power. The two and a half weeks after I stopped taking it were hell. The physiological effects I endured were much worse than I had anticipated. The worst was the dizziness I experienced after standing up for short periods of time. It made working very...shitty. I'm still feeling the psychological effects. I am super sensitive (not like a penis; Like a girl who cries all the time). It's great. Except not. Fortunately, Matt is very patient and understanding. I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Gotta see &lt;i&gt;Snakes on a Plane.&lt;/i&gt; I think Matt has that planned as one of the events on our anniversary. Can't wait. I think it will be fun to participate in something as iconic and phenomenal as this movie's theatre run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having monetary issues as of late, and I actually had to ask my parents for money to help me pay for this semester of Cuesta. I was really ashamed and embarrassed. Now I have to use my parents as a savings account. Half of my paycheck goes to my parents, for them to save; $25 comes out of the remaining half, to go towards my car insurance payment; And I get to keep the rest of the money to spend for the week. So far it's turned out to be about $23-$25 per week. Oh well ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I've been working, having fun with my love, and other stuffs. Cuesta starts in a few days. Freaking boo to the freaking max. Have a nice day.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-03-24T09:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-24T17:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-24T17:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Quick update.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. V For Vendetta:  Great.&lt;br /&gt;2. Good Night, and Good Luck: Mediocre. Although it was nice to see Leland Palmer again, hah. I'd missed him. :|.&lt;br /&gt;3. We're seeing Inside Man today, should be pretty good. It's getting relatively decent reviews, and I love Clive Owen.&lt;br /&gt;4. So I've started at Video Choice. It's a pretty fun job. Dandy to be around movies again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm. Nothing else really. I haven't been home at all lately. Basically, I wake up at 8:30, shower and go over to Matt's by 9:30 or 10:00. Then I spend all day with him, and come home at 1:44 am. It's kinda cool, like I'm invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Mm I'm hungry. Time for waffles!</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-03-12T11:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T19:08:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Weeeeeeee HEHEHEHEH SNOW!! Michelle woke us up at about 6:50 to tell us that it's snowing. Oh my golly. It was all on dad's car. Hehehehehehehehehehehehe hehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview at...Video Choice! today at 4. Innnnteresting. I hope I get the job because...right now I have no job? Shitty. Yawn I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Matt saw Sugar last night. It was great =]. Hah, Sergio sang to me at one point, that was quite funny. Matt said, "Am I gonna have to kick his ass?" which is funny to picture.&lt;br /&gt;Er, anyway bye.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-03-04T01:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-04T09:51:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-04T09:51:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Harris came into Rocky Mtn tonight........................................................&lt;br /&gt;omfg, that's all. I was so fucking giddy, like a teenybopper girl. As if Ed Harris should have a teenybopper following. But yeah, I pretty much freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;It made my night :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet other celebrities. They're so much better than me.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-02-17T09:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T17:21:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T17:21:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Boobutthead. I got my first ticket yesterday for doing a running stop at the 3-way stop on 1st and Vine. FUCKING SUCKS. Oh well hehehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently Pattypoo's mom bought us a table and chair set for when we move out. Good to see that SOMEBODY's helping us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No class today! Yayayayaya. And class was cancelled yesterday too...And no class MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Monday's me and Mattie's 6 month anniversary. What the....&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of energy because I ate some of my Valentine's chocolate a little while ago.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-02-05T17:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T01:48:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T01:48:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been indescribably depressed for the past few days. I cry a lot. And yet it feels all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Problems with Matt's mom. Already.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-02-04T14:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-04T23:01:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-04T23:01:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Betty Friedan, philosopher of modern-day feminism, dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON (AP) -- Betty Friedan, whose manifesto "The Feminine Mystique" became a best seller in the 1960s and laid the groundwork for the modern feminist movement, died Saturday, her birthday. She was 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vfa.us/1971BettyMarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP. And thanks.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-02-01T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T03:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T03:41:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Can't Find My Way Home - Blind Faith</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A few semi-interesting tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back left tire blew out today while I was driving me and Matt to Cuesta. Talk about pain in the ass. Since we don't really know how to change a tire, we called AAA. We had to wait about an hour for somebody to show up...So we missed class. That sorta sucks, because I was hoping to keep a relatively clean track record as far as absences go. I got too used to missing class at Riverside. &lt;br /&gt;So, this turned out to be pretty bad. Well, not as bad as it could have been, but I'll probably need all-new tires soon. Just replacing that one tire today cost me $52.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to save up money right now, and I hate financial blows like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. And tonight at dinner I finally told my parents about my evil plan to find a place to live with Matt, Patricia and Cole. They seemed to take the news okay, and asked a lot of questions and stuff. They didn't really object. My favorite part of the conversation, though, came from my dad. "So...You're looking for a nice 4-bedroom apartment?" Joking of course. The next big step is talking to MATT'S mom about the thing. We have a feeling she might have a problem with it, since it's relatively soon in our relationship. Afterall, we just celebrated our 5 month "mark" a couple weeks ago. But, hey, people who have been married for 60 years were together for only 5 months at some point =]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I can search a bit more actively for a nice 2 bed/2 bath place. We've been looking in Paso, Atascadero and Templeton. We don't want to go much farther for now, since 3 of us are going to Cuesta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-01-28T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T01:58:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Feliz cumpleaños a MI! Or something like that. Nineteen sounds big and scary. I'm almost out of my teens.</content>
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    <title>beatrixie @ 2006-01-06T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-07T01:59:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-07T01:59:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chicago- Feelin' Stronger Everyday.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tiny mini-update for all my adoring fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a zombie dream last night...My first in a long time. I think it's because I wasn't feeling well. The dream was scary as hell, though. It was big and epic and there were a lot of people in it...including Patricia, Krista Page, and some people from Scrubs. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue: Scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I finished seasons 1 and 2 of Scrubs and we are crushed!! Season 3 hasn't come out yet, so we need something to fill the void. What a fantastic show :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue: Fantastic show.&lt;br /&gt;I bought Wonderfalls on DVD last night at Walmart, for $20. For the record, MandaB, I thought of you! Here went the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I loved that show!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Then let's get it. It'll be our new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But there are only 13 episodes...Nine of which didn't even air.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Then we won't get too attached. It'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that kid. Finally a fella with as much of a tv show-attachment as me. I love Gilmore Girls (I have all 5 seasons now, btw) but I don't really see him falling as much in love with it as I have. We've watched it together a lot, and we've already agreed to name our first child Lorelei. Hurrayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue: Kids with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;It'll happen!!  I can't wait to move out with him. Don't know when  yet...But I suspect it'll be when we are more financially secure ;). Can't wait. He's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not such a tiny update. Bye!!</content>
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