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  <title>Katie</title>
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    <name>Katie</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-23T16:40:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kes3682:39580</id>
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    <title>Meme!</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T16:40:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T16:40:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Went to work, came home, ate dinner, picked up DC and Trisha and drove to the dodgeball championships, played and watched dodgeball, went to PJ Ryans for beers, drove Stephen and Lacy home, went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone named Dan?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, many Dans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your couch?&lt;br /&gt;Greyish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours did you sleep for last night?&lt;br /&gt;A little over 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milkshakes or Blizzards?&lt;br /&gt;Shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What jewelry are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Earrings and a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear at your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, plenty of times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes I look better in pictures than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to g-chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a secret you haven't told any of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever changed your clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, last week even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Well since it's already May - I've gone to Seattle, gone to parties and hung out a lot, played dodgeball, worked, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;I had just gone to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're approachable?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret doing anything in the past weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a partier?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.  Though I like taking a break from partying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly.  It's too common and I hate having a nickname.  I think it goes well with my last name though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone? &lt;br /&gt;No, but there are people I would be fine never seeing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good speller?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm terrible.  Thank God for spell check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;Running my hands through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being alone?&lt;br /&gt;I need a balance of people and alone time.  If I get too much of either it's not a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever broken your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sometime last summer though I'm not sure when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Last night by Dave I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, especially my friends who don't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Leave work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;br /&gt;Linda Dello Russo my coworker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;Last night before and after playing the first dodgeball games.  Adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;I had bad drunkish dreams, you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you upset with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your music teacher's name from primary school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Miss Forge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could change someone?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a guy want to be with you?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in your past that you'd like to try again?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, nothing I can think of now at least.</content>
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    <title>I'm annoyed</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T22:39:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T22:39:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I can't find my car keys.  I've looked high and low and they are nowhere to be found.  My suitcase is in the backseat of my car and I leave for Seattle on Wednesday.  Hopefully I'll find them by then.  Otherwise, AAA told me they will give me 50 bucks towards a locksmith to come and change the locks, the rest I have to pay myself.  I have no idea how much a locksmith costs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pissed at myself for my own stupidity.</content>
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    <title>Random musings</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T02:19:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T02:19:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*My roommate is on vacation and I have come to the conclusion that I would really hate living alone.  There are times when my life is really crazy that I don't want to be around anyone and I feel like living alone would be nice, but I think typically, in every day life, I would really hate not having anyone to talk to at home, and just spending so much time by myself.  I'm not good at it.  Anyway, I miss Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last month on my birthday, I decided that this year I would resolve to figure out what I want to do for my career and try to get on a path.  I met with a career counselor and starting thinking about making a career change.  Then, one of my bosses announced she is leaving and created a great deal of upheaval at my work as another boss got promoted into her position.  So as of right now, I am not sure what is going to happen with my position.  At first I thought this was just a sign I really needed to leave, but after having a conversation last week with my HR rep, I think I've decided to wait things out and see what happens, at least for a few more months.  I also realized that I really do know what I want to do, which is have my former boss from the Globe's job - Director of a community relations department.  That is my ultimate goal and I think it's a little early to give up the dream, especially not just because I don't know how to get there.  I think my boss we be willing to help me get experience I need that will be valuable work to get to my ultimate goal.  So for now, I stay.  Sometimes things work out differently than you plan, sometimes even better than you plan, I have to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thing are changing.  I feel them changing and as usual, this scares me.  People are moving, people are in new relationships, and the focus is shifting.  I really hate change, I wonder if I'll ever get over this.  I know that everything will work out, it always does, it's just the meantime that I worry about.  Stay tuned.</content>
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    <title>Oh my black beauty....</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T22:54:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T22:54:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you didn't see Barack Obama's speech today on race to address recent comments made by his pastor, I really recommend you take a look.  Regardless of whether or not he is your candidate of choice, he is refreshingly candid in his conversation of race, something probably only he could do.  Whether or not he is the nominee, his message is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/hisownwords"&gt;http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/hisownwords&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kes3682:38636</id>
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    <title>I'M CAUGHT UP!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T04:11:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T04:11:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started watching the Lost DVDs on January 21.  Today, 6 weeks later, I completed my 77th episode, completely catching up.  I am so excited and so proud.  Can't wait til Thursday!!!! Yay!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Joanna style post</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T04:20:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T04:20:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't had much to say lately, so I haven't posted.  I guess I should work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So for over a year I've been hearing from everyone around me (ahem, Dave Carney), how great LOST is.  Endless quoting and talk of theories have driven me nuts at time, and somewhat rightfully so, however, I must now acknowledge what I've been missing.  I watched my first episode of LOST on MLK day, 2 weeks ago.  I am one disk away from finishing the first season.  I am hoping that by the time the first 8 episodes of this season air, I will be caught up.  We'll see how it goes.  But either way, it is an amazing show and if you haven't seen it, might I suggest Netflix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going down to NY this weekend to visit my brother Joe.  I have no idea if he wants me to come, he seems kind of indifferent but I desparately need a weekend away, so he's getting me as a visitor.  My agenda for NY - to eat pizza at John's on Bleeker, to go out on Saturday with Joe and Jenelynn, maybe even get a free massage from Jenelynn, oh and walk around SoHo and buy stuff from street vendors.  Not a lot to ask for, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My birthday is just about a month away, and normally I have a whole itinerary planned.  This year though, I'm kind of indifferent about what to do.  It's honestly a first in my life.  I think it's partly because I am wary about turning 26 and partly because I feel kind of bored and lost and confused in my life.  I guess they sort of go together.  I'm hoping after a weekend away I'll get more excited.  I think I get wrapped up in wanting to do something that will make other people happy, which is frankly impossible.  I don't know why I care, it's my birthday, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I did a very good job ignoring headlines, tv and talk radio all day today.  And, I work in the Communications office and read 5 newspapers a day as part of my job.  I am quite impressive with my ability to ignore all Patriots related news.  Definitely helped me to be less depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now.  Good night all.</content>
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    <title>Happy MLK Day</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T04:33:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T04:33:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My MLK Day consisted of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 930&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym at 1030&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at dunkin donuts&lt;br /&gt;Washed dishes,showered&lt;br /&gt;Headed to DDT's around 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch with Dave Carney  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the couch and watched the following:&lt;br /&gt;5 episodes of lost&lt;br /&gt;2 episodes of flight of the conchords&lt;br /&gt;2 episodes of the office&lt;br /&gt;about an hour of the Shawshank Redemption (on tv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and surfed online until bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.</content>
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    <title>kes3682 @ 2007-12-01T10:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T15:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-01T15:47:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In the mid 1980s, my Uncle Eddie, my mom's uncle, got a video camera.  This was a huge deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out from my coworker Amy that you can get tapes restored and converted to DVD at Ritz Camera for just 30 bucks.  Seems like a good price to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a few tapes that are pre-1990, and last night in foggy (aka drunken) stupor, my roommate and I watched the majority of one of the tapes.  It starts in the fall of 1985 at my brother Matt's soccer game. He was 6.  Then it goes to Christmas Eve 1985 at my house with the Sullivan side of my family.  The next part is Christmas Day at my aunt's house with the Avedians.  I am 3.  Then we skip ahead to Christmas Eve 1987, not sure what happened to 86, maybe we were still recovering from Bill Buckner?  Suddenly in 87 the color is much clearer.  I don't know, maybe it was better film.  And then the tape ends at my brother Matt's first communion in the spring of 1988.  I have watched this video hundreds of times but probably not at all in 10 years.  It's really awesome and kind of hypnotic.  I love home video, mostly for the fact that people who are dead, like my Uncle Eddie who is shooting the entire time, can be healthy and talking and laughing and they are back with you for a moment in time.  It's really nice and really happy.  I am going to buy a video camera someday.</content>
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    <title>Seven things about me</title>
    <published>2007-11-30T21:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-30T21:36:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have about 20 things to do at work, but I'd rather talk about myself than do them.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I actually was a really shy kid and still can be a really shy kinda-grown up.  It takes me a bit to get comfortable with people and I can be very unsure of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I was a church kid.  My mom is very religious and I spent a lot of time doing stuff with my church youth group all the way through high school.  Most of my close friends were in it too, so that helped.  Granted, I have turned into a Christmas/Easter Catholic, but I still consider myself very spiritual and have a great appreciation of religion even if I don't agree with everything the church teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I'm a big day dreamer.  My favorite thing to do, on the T especially, is just to think and dream about my life, my family, my friends, my relationships, what is, what could have been, what could be.  I'm a pisces, I blame that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My favorite color is blue.  My favorite number is 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I still wear my retainer almost every night even though I got my braces off 11 years ago.  I never wear it if I have a boy in my bed though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I love food.  I love to eat, cook, go out to restaurants, and watch people cook food.  I think it's the best thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) In sixth grade all the girls in my school turned against me and stopped talking to me.  I didn't go school for a week and I'm still not over it.  Girls are fucking mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...Dave Carney, and Ken and anyone else who hasn't done it :)</content>
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    <title>Lonely Saturday</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T00:27:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T00:27:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it's about 7:20 p.m. as I begin to write this LJ entry, and although I'm going out in a little bit to see people, I have spent the day alone.  I did go to the gym, dunkin donuts, and shaw's so I did interact with people, but other than that I did not see a friend or family member all day.  This may not seem odd to most people, but I can't remember the last time I didn't see my roommate, one of my friends or coworkers for an entire day.  I can't remember the last time I had nothing to do but sit and spend the day however I wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone time is strange.  As a general rule, I don't like it.  I am a social person and I like to talk and visit with people.  Whatever I am doing, even sitting and watching tv, is better when I am with others.  Though I also think spending time alone is good.  It gives you the opportunity to check in with yourself and see where your mind drifts without having any other distractions.  It can be therapeutic.  Or it can make you realize why you've been distracting yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good overall.  I felt calm and content with myself.  I made chili. I cleaned my bedroom.  I watched tv and surfed on the internet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see everyone tonight and tomorrow :)</content>
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    <title>kes3682 @ 2007-11-19T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T23:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T23:13:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is full of contradictions, yet almost exactly me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_pisces_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Whirlwind Weekend</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T19:11:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T19:11:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This weekend was filled with ups and downs.  I had a great Friday night.  I hung out with some friends from college who I don't see on a regular basis after work and stayed out all night, going from Flash's in the Back Bay to Razzy's with Sarah Saunders and some of Joanna's Wibraham crew to Plow and Stars in Harvard/Central Square with Joanna, Trisha, Dave Carney and his friends and sister.  It was a really fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday I relaxed, worked out and spent a delightful pre-show dinner at Christopher's with a bunch of peeps before we were to head to West Acton to see the Full Monty.  I was in a spectacular mood.  The best mood I'd been in in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to go get my car to drive it though, it was gone.  I called the police department and it was (luckily, I suppose) towed.  Street cleaning on my street is the third Wednesday on the odd side and third Thursday on the even side.  This month the third Thursday and third Wednesday fall in different weeks.  And, despite the lovely morning announcements the City of Cambridge makes, I had left early for an 8 a.m. meeting last Thursday, not realizing it was the third Thursday of the month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the tow only cost me 165 bucks instead of the 300 or so I thought it was going to cost.  Then, to make matters worse, as I was getting out of my car after Dave Carney was nice enough to drive me to the sketchiest part of Cambridge to a literal shack where I handed over the dough, I pulled the door handle and apparently it snapped.  The handle stayed on but the spring is gone or something and therefore I had to crawl over to the passenger's side to get out.  Lovely.  I guess I'll be taking my car in over the holiday weekend to get that one fixed.  More money down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny how it can go from highs to lows in the matter of minutes, I guess we should just enjoy them while they last.</content>
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    <title>We are the Champions...</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T01:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T01:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My thought on the Red Sox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been two days and I don't know if or when it will hit me but I really can't believe the Red Sox are world champions again.  I mean, this is the Red Sox.  And, anyone who ever watched a game before ya know, 2003 even, can understand how incredibly shocking/amazing/wonderful/weird/silly and just plain old unexplainable that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading as many articles as possible on the series, the team, the franchise - pretty much anything I can get my hands on, to please help me explain and process this event.  In 2004, each win was pure elation, excitement, fear, angst and ultimately relief.  And now, its just plain weird.  It's great, but it's weird.  I am not sure I know what to think.  I am not used to winning especially in the efficient, confident way this season and playoffs unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been written about the new Red Sox and their fans.  Many of them have jumped on the bandwagon in the last few years.  Being a Red Sox fan is trendy.  Everyone wants to root for a winner, so why not?  The bandwagon fan doesn't REALLY bother me, mostly because they are not malicious, they want to win too, and most of them don't really know they're on the bandwagon.  They're like the innocent little kid who doesn't know the harsh realities of the world.  They don't know years and years of suffering and hell, the poor management, the selfish players, the "25 guys, 25 cars", the heartbreaking losses, and now I don't know either.  We are the Champions.  We are spoiled.  We are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was the biggest Red Sox fan I have ever known.  He would listen every game on the radio, no matter how many games out the were, no matter how much they stunk up the place that day.  He lived his whole life without seeing a championship.  I've seen 2.  I can't even believe it.</content>
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    <title>Wedding Weekend Part II</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T19:53:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T19:53:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up on Friday morning after sleeping at my aunt's feeling great.  Lately, after I drink I wake up feeling awesome and then as the day goes on I get more and more hung over.  I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but it does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid-of-honor, Emily, came over and met Jess and they dropped me off at my car, which was still parked at the restaurant.  I drove home, hung out with my mom for a few hours, popped my head in at the Natick Mall in a last attempt to find a better bra to wear with my dress (I was unsuccessful).  Around 2, I met Jess, my Auntie Helene (her mom), and 4 of the other bridesmaids had lunch at the Olive Garden in Natick.  I headed back to Cambridge, and with the Friday afternoon traffic, it took me and hour.  I then raced around - got my nails done and dropped off my bag o' stuff to Dave Carney so he could bring it to the hotel.  I spent a relaxing Friday night on my couch watching way may prove to be the highlight of the Red Sox/Cleveland series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning I awoke at 7 feeling like I had hardly slept.  I left my house around 8:15 and after a stop off at Dunks, once again made the drive out to Shrewsbury.  Traffic was a breeze and it took me just about 45 minutes to get to the hair salon.  I arrived at 9 and was stuck waiting for about a half hour because my appointment wasn't until 9:30.  My aunt and the other bridesmaids trickled in.  The hair salon was tons of fun!  They were so excited to have a bridal party there.  They served us mimosas and were very attentive to whatever we needed.  It was great.  I got my hair done and the hair dresser could not get over my hair.  It was nice at first because she kept telling me I had beautiful hair, but eventually it just got awkward.  I didn't know what to say and she just kept repeating herself.  Then I got my make-up done, which I had never done before, which was also great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of primping, I arrived at my aunt and uncles where I expected everyone to be ready, except no one was ready!  Some of the girls were still getting hair and make-up done, and no one had their dresses on.  It was 11:30 at this point and we had to leave around 1:10.  So, I sat back and relaxed, forced down a turkey sandwich my uncle bought so I would be starving, had some coffee (through a straw so I wouldn't ruin my lipstick) and another mimosa.  My cousin John, who did the flowers for the church and our bouquets and the guys coursages stopped by and visited too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we all got dressed and looked gorgeous.  Then we got my cousin dressed, which if you don't know, is quite a process.  One of the bridesmaids suggested that my cousin let the photographer take pictures of her getting into her dress because "I wish I had some from my wedding day because my body may never look as good as it did".  So after some semi-naked pictures, my cousin, and my aunt and uncle posed in their family room and started singing "Going to the Chapel".  Well my aunt and uncle sang while my cousin laughed to the point of tears and then just cried.  They knew every goddamn verse of that song.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We piled in to the limo.  The limo driver was AWESOME.  He told my cousin her dress was the prettiest he had seen which is quite impressive since he drives brides around all the time.  He played some hardcore rock music on the way to the church.  The limo was so big he had to take back roads because he couldn't make the u-turn on Route 9.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....this update is taking me forever....</content>
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    <title>Wedding Weekend</title>
    <published>2007-10-15T23:13:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-15T23:13:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My four and a half day weekend is almost over, and I am going to do a recap.  I am not big  on these, mostly because it seems like a lot of effort to remember everything that happened in a weekend, and then to write it down, but I'm going to give it a shot.  I also want to remember what happened, so might as well write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work on Thursday around 1 p.m., absolutely thrilled to 1) be leaving work early and 2) to head out the rehearsal dinner because I knew it was going to be great.  I stopped at Marshall's to just take a look in their shoe department because I wasn't thrilled with the shoes I was planning on wearing.  So, found some shoes (of course) and called Joanna because I knew she'd be in the area to help me decide which ones to buy.  Then, I took the T back to my house, got dressed, and around 330 made my way to Shrewsbury for the 5 p.m. rehearsal at the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was coming down pretty hard and a ride that according to mapquest, was going to take an hour, actually took me an hour and half due to unbearable traffic on the Mass Pike and route 9.  The rehearsal at church was pretty uneventful, though for the first time, I got really nervous about the wedding.  It was the first wedding I was a bridesmaid in, and understandably a bit nerve-wracking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour at church, we heading to Leo's Ristorante on Shrewsbury St. in Worcester for dinner.  Now, Worcester in an interesting place.  Most of my family is from there, and in all honesty, it kind of grosses me out.  However, the restaurant we went to was fantastic.  We had a private room, with a bar, in the upstairs portion of the restaurant.  We ate a lot of delicious Italian food - antipasto, veal parm, ziti and meat sauce, chicken marsala, potatoes, green beans, tiramasu, and ice cream.  Oh, and lots o' wine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Ben gave some funny (and some touching) speeches about people in the wedding party, and their parents.  The bridemaids got gifts of necklace and earring sets to wear with our dresses, gold pashminas to wear because it was going to be chilly, and coach purses.  Each of us got different sets and bags which was pretty awesome.  The boys got a golf themed gift - under armour golf shirts, golf balls and some other golf related stuff.  The best man, Ben's brother, got a customized fishing pole (he's an avid fisherman), and the maid of honor Emily got a Tiffany's necklace with an E on it.  They were extremely generous gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of eating and drinking and more drinking we took a cab out in Worcester and my cousin Chris (brother of the bride) took the lead since he went to WPI and knows Worcester pretty well.  At this point it was pouring rain and we went to some lame bar that was empty yet charging a 10 dollar cover.  We moved on to another lame bar and hung out there until about 1.  We took a cab back to my aunt's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...</content>
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    <title>Want to me in my wedding?  Wait, a sec....how much is it going to cost?</title>
    <published>2007-09-22T22:22:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T22:22:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So in April of 2006 my cousin Jess got engaged.  It was a happy time, things were good.  In May she asked me to be in the wedding party.  I was really honored because although we are fairly close, I by no means expected to be in the wedding party.  It was the first time anyone asked me to be a bridesmaid so I was really excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is October 13.  It's seriously putting me in the poor house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jess asked me to be in the wedding, I obviously didn't think too much about the financial part of the invitation.  I thought, oh, I have to buy a dress, whatever.  So far this is the running tally of costs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: $165&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: $30&lt;br /&gt;Group shower gift: $140&lt;br /&gt;Shower expenses (favors, prizes for games): $80&lt;br /&gt;Individual gift (I made a cookbook): $30&lt;br /&gt;Bachelorette weekend: about $170&lt;br /&gt;Dress alterations: $60&lt;br /&gt;New bra to wear with dress: $17&lt;br /&gt;Dress for rehearsal: $40 (I bought this at filene's basement and I'm not sure whether or not I should add in, since I could have worn something I have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remaining expenses:&lt;br /&gt;Gift: ?  not sure yet&lt;br /&gt;Day before wedding bridesmaid lunch and manicures/pedicures: about $60&lt;br /&gt;Hair day of wedding: $60&lt;br /&gt;Make-up day of wedding: $50&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my total expenses to date are 732 bucks and I have at least 300 in outanding stuff, depending how much my gift costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like I'm bitching, and I probably wouldn't have done anything differently in reality, nor would I be anything less than honored if and when my friends ask me to be in their weddings.  But I just want to point out to everyone, being in a wedding is damn expensive.  I could have had a nice European vacation instead...</content>
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    <title>kes3682 @ 2007-08-31T14:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T19:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T19:01:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. I've come to realize that my ex is: deep down, not a horrible person even if we can't speak&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to: people typing&lt;br /&gt;3. I talk: pretty much nonstop all day&lt;br /&gt;4. I love: the beach&lt;br /&gt;5. I have: way too many clothes&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost: about 25 lbs this year&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate it when: people take their shit out on me&lt;br /&gt;9. Love is: the best feeling possible&lt;br /&gt;10. Marriage: Forever!&lt;br /&gt;12. I'll always be: able to laugh&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a crush on: Bill Simmons&lt;br /&gt;14. The last time I cried was: a few nights ago of course&lt;br /&gt;15. My cell phone is: new and free and bluish black&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning: I am really grumpy&lt;br /&gt;17. Before I go to sleep at night: I watch tv&lt;br /&gt;18. Right now I am thinking about: how I can leave work as soon as I'm done this!&lt;br /&gt;19. Babies are: precious&lt;br /&gt;20. I get on myspace: and see if anyone messaged me&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I : came to work, ate pizza and got a lot done&lt;br /&gt;22. Tonight I will: work out, go grocery shopping, drink wine, maybe dance&lt;br /&gt;23. Tomorrow I will: beach! maybe help people move.&lt;br /&gt;24. I really want: to go home!&lt;br /&gt;25. The people I want to tag with this are: everyone that's my friend on LJ</content>
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    <title>Hmmm...interesting</title>
    <published>2007-08-28T03:38:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-28T03:38:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The other night I came home and my roommate told me she had a passage from the book she was reading that she HAD to read to me.  The book is called Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.  I haven't read it but I guess it's about a woman's personal journey after a divorce.  Towards the end of the book she in contemplating sleeping with this man, and she write this passage below.  I'm typing it hear because I want to remember it and she is much smarter and articulate than I am.  I don't know if I 100% agree with it, but it definitely speaks to me.  Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men.  I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks.  I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential.  I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness.  Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married young and quick, from a place of love and hope, but without a lot of discussion over what the realities of marriage would mean.  Nobody advised me on my marriage.  I had been raised by my parents to be independent, self-providing, self-deciding.  By the time I reached the age of twenty-four, it was assumed by everyone that I could make all of my own choices, automomously.  Of course the world was not always like this.  If I'd been born during any other century of Western patriarchy, I would've been considered the property of my father, until which time he passed me over to my husband to become marital property.  I would've had precious little say in the major matters of my own life.  At one time in history, if a man had been my suitor, my father might have sat that man down with a long list of questions to establish whether this would be an appropriate match.  He would have wanted to know, "How will you provide for my daughter? What is your reputation in this community? How is your health? Where will you take her to live? What are your debts and assets? What are the strengths of your character?" My father would not have just given me away in marriage to anybody for the mere fact that I was in love with the fellow.  But in modern life, when I made the decision to marry, my modern father didn't become involved at all.  He would have no more interfered with that decision than he would have told me how to style my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no nostaglia for the patriarchy, please believe me.  But what I have come to realize is that, when that patriarchic system was (rightfully) dismantled, it was not necessarily replaced by another form of protection.  What I mean is - I never really thought to ask a suitor the same challenging questions my father might have asked him, in a different age.  I have given myself away in love many times, merely for the sake of love.  And I've given away the farm sometimes in that process.  If I am to truly become an autonomous woman, then I must take over that role of being my own guardian.  Famously, Gloria Steinem once advised women that they should strive to become like the men they had always wanted to marry.  What I've only recently realized is that I not only have to become my own husband, but I need to be my own father, too.  And this is why I sent myself to bed that night alone.  Because I felt it was too soon for me to be receiving a gentleman suitor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are layers and layers to this passage that I connect with.  I think I'm struggling in my own independence - what decisions to make, who to be with, how much to allow people in, where to defend myself and stand by my beliefs and where to let them go.  I think the idea of being my own guardian is really interesting because in the past I don't think I've done a very good job at this.  Now, for the first time, I am trying to be my guardian, but at the same time not let fear be my guide.  I never had a father around to help me make my decisions either, I guess I just have to go by trial and error.  Follow my heart, but also try to make smart decisions.  I guess it's not that simple.</content>
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    <title>A great life</title>
    <published>2007-08-12T23:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-12T23:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This weekend my brother Joe and his girlfriend Jenelynn came up from NY, just to get out of the city.  I went to my mom's house in Framingham to see them and they came back to my apartment and went out with my friends.  We went to Sligo with Joanna, Bnutz, and Matty and then later to Cantab to meet Trisha, Mark Howard and his friend Larry.  It was a good night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Jenelynn and I were talking and she asked me if I thought I'd ever leave Boston.  I told her that unless something drastically changed I didn't think so.  I told her that I have a really good life here.  She agreed.  She said she thought I have a really core here and that she wished I had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the beach with Joanna and I told her I don't think that I really think about it but compared to many people we are really lucky to have such great friends.  I never don't have anything to do on a weekend and this summer alone I've been invited tons of weekends in awesome places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that despite the fact that I may not awknowledge it on a regular basis, I feel really lucky to be surrounded around the many people I have in my life.  I have a great life.  Sometimes I forget.</content>
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    <title>Meme time!</title>
    <published>2007-08-10T00:45:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-10T00:45:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A) Four jobs I have had in my life: (ones not commonly known)&lt;br /&gt;1. TJ Maxx sales associate&lt;br /&gt;2. Teacher at Mulberry Day Care Center&lt;br /&gt;3. Building Manager at NU Curry Student Center&lt;br /&gt;4. Temp at Staples Corporate Headquarters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Four movies I would watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Actually (just following the trend)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;4. High Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Four places I have lived (4 different locations)&lt;br /&gt;1. Framingham, MA&lt;br /&gt;2. Boston, MA&lt;br /&gt;3. Cambridge, MA &lt;br /&gt;4. I've only lived in three places :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Four TV Shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything on the food network&lt;br /&gt;4. Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) Four places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris&lt;br /&gt;2. Montreal&lt;br /&gt;3. San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;4. Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) People who e-mail/message/comment me (regularly):&lt;br /&gt;1. The Gmail List&lt;br /&gt;2. Nick Spinelli&lt;br /&gt;3. Joanna&lt;br /&gt;4. Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pita chips and humus&lt;br /&gt;2. Strawberry shortcake&lt;br /&gt;3. Nachos&lt;br /&gt;4. Buffalo chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. At the beach&lt;br /&gt;2. Fenway Park&lt;br /&gt;3. California&lt;br /&gt;4. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) Four friends I think will possibly respond:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dave L.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dave C.&lt;br /&gt;No idea who else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) Things I am looking forward to this year: *IN ORDER*&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to Maine &lt;br /&gt;2. Seafoodfest&lt;br /&gt;3. Jess's Bachelorette Party&lt;br /&gt;4. Jess's wedding</content>
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    <title>I have sand in my bed</title>
    <published>2007-07-31T03:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-31T03:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately every time I go to the beach I get sand in my bed and am forced to change my sheets.  What is wrong with me?  Two weekends ago I went to the beach and came home and thought it would be a good idea to lie down in my bed before I changed or showered.  This weekend though, I immediately went into the bathroom and showered.  Even still, my bag and towel got sand on the floor of my room which got on my feet and then in my bed.  Now I have to either sleep in sand or change my sheets again.  I guess this is a good way to ensure that I change my sheets weekly.  Goddammit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is almost here and it's shaping up to be a busy and awesome month.  This weekend I'm going up to Ken's for Lobsterfest which was really fun last year, and I think this year will be even better.  I can't wait to swim in a lake and eat lobster.  Then next weekend I'm planning on meeting my old roommate, Katie Mish, and a bunch of her friends down the Cape in Dennisport Friday night.  They are renting a house for the week, Saturday to Saturday, so I'm going to go down for one night and then if the weather cooperates spend Saturday at the beach.  The next weekend is free but then my mom and 2 aunts are renting a house for a week in Maine and I plan to take a day off and go up for a night or 2.  Then, before we know it, it'll be labor day.  Craziness.  September won't be any less busy though since I'm going up to Hampton to Jeannie's for a weekend and down the Cape for Jess's bachelorette for another weekend.  Utter craziness!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me likes having lots of plans because they are fun and exciting.  I really love summer and this year I'm getting to spend it with a lot of different people which is cool.  Better savor it while it lasts.</content>
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    <title>Lots on my mind</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T02:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T02:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lots going on and lots on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's wedding shower is Sunday and I've been spending a good amount of time this week doing stuff for it.  The family cook book I'm making is almost done and it's coming out great.  I'm really happy with it.  I hope she likes it as much as I do.  I've also had to do a million other little things like buy gifts and get a time for the game we are playing, sew the straps on my dress because they're too long, get my hair cut (not a necessity, but something I want to do) and pick up the punch bowl at my mom's house.  I will be happy when it's all over to say the least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and her boyfriend broke up last week when I was away.  He dropped the bomb and she is pretty devastated.  I have to admit that it is pretty depressing to see and it has certainly brought back memories I would rather forget.  One of her college roommates who is also going through a bad breakup sent her "The Break Up Book" and a cd of woman empowerment songs.  It's slightly hilarious and pretty awesome of her friend.  I think it has already helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job has been crazy this week because not only have I come back from vacation, which automatically means a lot of work, but I am covering for Breda who is on vacation in Ireland, London, and Paris (jealous much?).  I can't wait until this week is over and I can sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already late July and I barely have a tan.  I need to go to the beach.  It's my favorite thing to do and I need the beach in my life.  I can't imagine not being able to just hop in the car and drive to the beach.  It would be horrible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother apparently bitched about me to my mom after our trip to NY.  How old do I have to be to actually get along with my brothers?  Oh wait, they're assholes.  I guess I "didn't talk at all about my life".  What is that?  I'm so tired of being picked apart.  He also said I talked more to his girlfriend than him.  Um...yeah, maybe because she's nice and he's a dick.  Anyway, he made me really upset and I have no idea why mom even told me what he said.  Ok, I'm done.</content>
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    <title>Oh Vacation...</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T00:28:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T00:28:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm on vacation and it's already flying by.  I celebrating our nation's independence by eating food at Joanna's cook out and then watching the fireworks from the swanky confines of Alex's Mom's house on Beacon St.  We luckily avoided the rain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went down to the Cape with my Mom to visit my recently widowed aunt with plans to spend the night and as much time as possible at the beach.  Unfortunately the weather was not too agreeable so we spent some quality time with my aunt (a little too much perhaps), and very little time on the beach, just a short walk this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, leg three of my vacation is scheduled to begin when my family friends, Zach and Ashley come in from California.  They're not coming in until tomorrow night, so during the day I won't be doing too much, just getting ready.  I heard today that it's going to get VERY hot, which kind of sucks since we were planning on seeing all the Boston sights and I'm just not sure 90 degree temperatures will really work with walking around all day.  We might have to go swimming instead :)  Anyway, whatever happens their visit is going to be great.  We're heading to NY on Thursday and I can't wait to see my brother and Jenelynn.  This week is going to be great.  I just want to enjoy the quiet before it begins...</content>
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    <title>Champagne anyone?</title>
    <published>2007-07-03T03:09:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-03T03:09:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My roommate brought up the outstanding suggestion tonight to make the champagne celebration a regular occurance in our apartment.  We decided that to celebrate anything, even small successes, we will drink champagne.  For instance, today I got back my std test results from my doctor and everything was negative (horray no gonorreha!) and this is something to be celebrated.  (Not that I actually thought I had gonorreha, but I am certainly happy I don't.)  I really love this idea and I'm going to take it to the highest level.  So maybe I'll be a little drunker, it'll be worth it.  I'm really excited!</content>
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    <title>I lost my humus!</title>
    <published>2007-07-01T23:16:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I bought a party sized container of humus yesterday.  I ate some of it last night but definitely had at least half a container left.  It's nowhere to be found.  I have no idea where it could have gone but it looks like I'm going to have to make a special trip out to buy more humus since it's a staple of my diet.  I can't wait a whole week to get more of it.  So weird and slightly concerning.  Could someone have come into my fridge and stolen my humus?  It's not in the trash (I looked), and my roommate isn't here.  I don't understand.</content>
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