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  <title>fading into beautiful light</title>
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  <updated>2008-04-15T19:09:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:90713</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-04-15T22:02:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T19:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T19:09:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I've realized that certain aspects of weather really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly, I find it incredibly displeasing when weather is acting fickle, or trying to be two things at the same time.  Why does it have to be windy and cold when the sun's out in mid-April?  It's mid-April, not fucking November.  If it's going to appear sunny and warm, why can't weather actually &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; sunny and warm?  And the other way works as well: when it's cloudy and windy, why not be cold?  I mean, for God's sake, it &lt;i&gt;looks&lt;/i&gt; cold.  I'm living on the 4th floor, so going outside with a heavy jacket on and then realizing that it's really quite stifling, and then climbing back up 4 flights of stairs to change my jacket is really a monstrously harrowing experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for example, it looks nice out.  I want to be able to wear capris and a thin top.  I really, really do.  But some asshole up near the clouds decided that wind wasn't a terrible idea, except, no, for us minion humans down here who have to walk across college campuses for 4 straight classes, it really &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; such a great idea.  In fact, it's a cruel and tactless idea.  The weather is a duplicitous little man who has nothing better to do with his time than to fool all of us into thinking that it's warm outside, when really, it's like we're in a goddamn arctic circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, okay, I'm really not as volatile as you may think.  I'm a little bit irked.  But not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:89082</id>
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    <title>LAY DOWN THE LAWWWW</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T19:14:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T19:14:14Z</updated>
    <category term="vassar"/>
    <lj:music>It's In His Kiss (Shoop Shoop) - Cher</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Oh no, that's just his arms, if you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss (that's where it is)...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, limewire decided to stop being a fucktard and actually start downloading my shit, so I've been downloading songs that have been in my head for the past week or two...songs that included are Cher's version of &lt;i&gt;It's In His Kiss&lt;/i&gt;, formally known as the &lt;i&gt;Shoop Shoop Song&lt;/i&gt; (? I'm seriously not kidding), and that one by Rihanna...you know, the one about rain and that rhymes with jumbrella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at Vassar, and have just had my first class in, oh, a little bit more than two weeks.  I've realized that my classes end at May 6th, which is so much earlier than I thought they would end, so basically, 6 weeks of class left!  I'm really excited.  So basically, my schedule of major events during the rest of this year is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- May 6th: Classes end&lt;br /&gt;- May 9th: My Chemical Romance concert, what what&lt;br /&gt;- May 19th: End of exams&lt;br /&gt;- May 25th: Cousin's wedding that I must attend, and expect some sort of new development in family drama&lt;br /&gt;- Sometime at the end of May: Go back to Seoul for a few days - a week&lt;br /&gt;- Sometime early June: Go back to Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;- For the rest of the month of June/beginning of July: travel around Greece, Turkey, Kuwait, possibly Bahrain&lt;br /&gt;- Rest of summer until the end of August/beginning of September: VASSARRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically you all have a nice little schedule of my life until September, yay you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's finally getting really nice and sunny, and we all know what that means: the invasion of prospies!  If you didn't know what a prospie was, it's basically short for a 'prospective students'.  As college decisions come out in, oh, a week or so, a &lt;i&gt;ton&lt;/i&gt; of parents and high school seniors have invaded the campus, as well as some of my classes.  Today a girl with no obvious sense of style (wearing a striped, black and white shirt, a black vest over that, a flowy skirt with red flowers over it, jeans underneath that, and black converses) came into my class, saying "Hi!  I'm ______, I'm a senior from high school, and I'm so glad to be able to join your class today!", thinking that if she were nice to the college freshmen or my professor, she'll get into Vassar, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at the girl next to me (named Lauren Bell) and she shared my feeling of disgust.  As we left the classroom today, the girl went over to our professor to thank her for the "wonderful class" and the girl that was sitting next to me just goes, "I think I just threw up in my mouth, a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lauren Bell, how you make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've reverted back to my obsession with tic tacs (IT'S ALL LINH'S FAULT, SHE STARTED THE TOPIC WAY BACK IN ONE OF HER LJ POSTS), and have bought two Wintergreen tic tac boxes.  I opened one absent-mindedly and now I can't tell which one that I opened...I don't want to open two at the same time, that's just bad taste, but the damned perforations are basically non-existent...maybe I'll open this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH YESSS IT WAS THE ONE THAT WAS OPEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MEEE I AM INVINCIBLE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:88709</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3 LEE PACE</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T05:12:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T05:12:58Z</updated>
    <category term="vacation"/>
    <content type="html">Greetings from Northwestern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has been awesome being at Northwestern + Sara (good GOD it's been so long since we've last been together).  Meeting her friends has actually been really cool; all of them are really nice and seem to be really great people.  One of her friends, Kate, actually told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, why don't you come and visit us more often?  I've only known you for 3ish hours and already I really like you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah that does sound creepy if you don't actually hear her say it, but, hey, it's a nice little ego boost.  I mean, it really goes without saying that you'll like me upon meeting me, but, whatever, what's wrong with a little praise sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES so I've basically toured Northwestern, and am meeting up with Josh, my cousin who goes to Northwestern, tomorrow.  He's the really perfect one that I kind of resent because of that fact, and he writes sickeningly emotional entries in his MySpace blog about how being in so-and-so play (he's a drama dude) changed his life, or something similar.  It's really kind of obnoxious.  This is the cousin who told me that, when he auditioned to be Marius in his high school production of Les Mis (which he got), people watching his audition actually &lt;i&gt;cried&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!  I watched &lt;i&gt;Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day&lt;/i&gt;, and I really really liked it.  It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;LEE PACE IS A FREAKIN HOTTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and why isn't there going to be new episodes of Pushing Daisies in the near future?  This is depressing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go into Chicago tomorrow!  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxed out credit cards, here we come!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:87212</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-02-27T20:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T17:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T17:22:25Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>MCR, BITCHESSSSSS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;WHO'S GOING TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?1?1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO?!?!?!?!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFKDJSAKL;FJEIWAOFJKDLSA;MV,C;ZJFKDLS;AURIEWOAJFIEOWUR83902JFEDKWAL;JC,/ZJKVLADJFKDLS;AJFKDSA;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:86763</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-02-20T08:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T05:19:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-20T05:19:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SHOWERS CAN CURE ANYTHING!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:85814</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-02-13T01:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T22:33:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T22:33:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, Justin Lee was just in my room...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:85695</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-02-09T23:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-09T20:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T20:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh God I wish I attended this year's NHS Talent Show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:85285</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-02-08T09:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T06:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T06:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel so awful for Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:84792</id>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-02-01T08:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T05:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T05:01:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMFG JUNO IS SO GOOD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:84718</id>
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    <title>you can rely on the old man's money</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T23:30:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T23:30:53Z</updated>
    <category term="vassar"/>
    <content type="html">I'm pleasantly surprised to discover that there actually &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a song that incorporates my name in it.  And not only this, it's called 'Lady Samantha'.  BY ELTON JOHN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freakishly awesome?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LADY SAMANTHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shrill winds are screaming&lt;br /&gt;And the evening is still&lt;br /&gt;Lady Samantha glides over the hill&lt;br /&gt;In a long satin dress that she wears every day&lt;br /&gt;Her home is the hillside, her bed is the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Samantha glides like a tiger&lt;br /&gt;Over the hills with no one beside her&lt;br /&gt;No one comes near&lt;br /&gt;They all live in fear&lt;br /&gt;But Lady Samantha, she sheds only tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales that I told round the fire every night&lt;br /&gt;Are out of proportion and none of them right&lt;br /&gt;She is harmless and empty of anything bad&lt;br /&gt;For she once had something that most of you have&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2008-01-23T01:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T22:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T22:38:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIP Heath Ledger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabulouslylazyy:82752</id>
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    <title>m-m-m-myyyyy sharona</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T13:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T13:59:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello, everyone!  Would just like to say that, for some strange reason, I've been avoiding all things MSN/Facebook in terms of communicating with anyone, for around the past few days.  It's nothing personal, I just don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All those sensitive toward this can now relax; I don't hate you, I just don't want to talk to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So, I go back to Vassar in 6 days.  Whoopdeedoo!  Except not; wallowing around doing nothing is really ideal for me, at least right now.  Plus, I'm going to have to temporarily say goodbye to my privacy once I get back.  And I'm going to miss the family.  However, besides all of that, I think I can honestly say that I'm ready to go back, as I know that if I stay in this vegetative state for much longer, I'm going to be obese and unmotivated the next time any of you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have been overdosing on &lt;i&gt;Heroes&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt;.  I've just started Heroes a few days ago and am around 10ish episodes from finishing the first season.  Unsurprisingly, it's great and intricate and a lot of the characters are awesome.  As for House, I'm almost caught up with the current season.  I guess one good thing that comes out of the WGA strike is that it allows me time to catch up with shows I love, but, we all know that I'll be caught up soon enough and will be enduring TV show withdrawal.  Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WTF I HATE FLUORESCENT LIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. UM OKAY SO THE MAMMA MIA MOVIE LOOKS SO FUCKING AWESOME (Meryl Streep = Vassar alumni pride, baby!).  Ch-ch-ch-check it out on apple.com/trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. AS DOES THE DARK KNIGHT...AHHH THE JOKER LOOKS SCARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think the best part ever in my life was when Hiro said, "GREAT SCOTT" when he transported 6 months prior to when he wanted to transport to.  Like, seriously, best part ever.  I &amp;lt;3 Back to the Future references like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Um okay so I'm continually astounded by Hugh Laurie's musical talent (who is a part of the charity band, Band From TV):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WTF HUGH LAURIE HOW DO YOU SING/PLAY PIANO SO WELL)</content>
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    <title>TV-LINKS?!?1?!?!?!??!/1/1/1/??!</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T21:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T21:28:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;OMFG REMEMBER HOW WE ALL LOVED TV-LINKS.CO.UK AND WERE ALL DEVASTATED TO SEE IT GO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG OMFG OMFG I JUST DISCOVERED IT, NEW AND IMPROVED AND WITH A DIFFERENT NAME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV-LINKS.CC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG OMFG OMFG AND IT HAS SWEENEY TODD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DIES*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, if I was the last person to know this...tell me, so I can delete this post so it won't seem idiotic and coming from an ignoramus)</content>
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    <title>WOW NO WAY ANOTHER SURVEY?!</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T17:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T17:55:38Z</updated>
    <category term="saudi arabia"/>
    <content type="html">Because I have NOTHING to do in Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Melysaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOME RANDOM QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Would you chew gum after someone else already has?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no.  That's unsanitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What song describes your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys (wow that doesn't make much sense, but that's what I'm listening to right now...plus! The room I'm in is &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; lit by fluorescent lights.  &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt;, I am an adolescent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How much does your dog weigh?&lt;br /&gt;Something like 14 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Are you a heart breaker, or the broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  And it's a lot of fun, I recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Earrings or necklace?&lt;br /&gt;Earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who have you talked to most today?&lt;br /&gt;My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Friend of the opposite sex that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to answer this as though I were in Vassar right now: Will Gaines, who lives across from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many years have you taken a language?&lt;br /&gt;Spanish for 5 and a half years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who’s on speed dial 2?&lt;br /&gt;Um, wow, I'm really not sure.  I think maybe my grandmother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What color is your background on your computer mainscreen?&lt;br /&gt;White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wish on 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Good advice if you ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;...What?  This question doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you A BAD influence?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who I'm with.  If I'm with Lauren Kim, then, I guess, yes.  If I'm with Britney Spears, well, then, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you rather have your name or your siblings name?&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering the fact that I don't have siblings, I think I'll just stick to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you do anything for someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  But purely in joking terms.  ..Or were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What song is on?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me - George Michael &amp; Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are your grades good?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you date anyone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Does your best friend have a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Whose Facebook page did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you went out to lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Something like three days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you watch Gilmore Girls?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH.  Well, before it was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever enjoyed listening to Jack Johnson?&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly, no.  His music kind of bores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever seen or enjoyed watching the O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have seen it, and no, I haven't enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have one or more Britney Spears C.D.s?&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, I have one because my cousin gave it to me as a Christmas present one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which radio stations are your favorites?&lt;br /&gt;Star 98.7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you a Lost fanatic?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have pictures of your family in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Alanis Morrisette?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you watch Family Guy?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't watch it as much.  I know I should, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. King of the Hill?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you read trashy romance novels often?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you sing obnoxiously in the shower when no one’s home?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever watched a little kid’s show?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah, when I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever pretended your crush was with you when they weren’t?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Did you draw pictures for your first crush back in elementary school?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever liked a girl/boy but didn’t ask her/him out because you were afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever written a poem or story about your life?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever spent over an hour thinking about nothing but a certain person?&lt;br /&gt;Not over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever liked someone solely because of their appearance?&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you eat all the servings in the food groups on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been to South America or Africa?&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you know how to knit?&lt;br /&gt;No!  But I'll learn really soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you have a cell phone or iPod with a patterned cover?&lt;br /&gt;Not with a patterned cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever written love song lyrics yourself and put them in a song?&lt;br /&gt;...No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you keep a diary or journal online?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. When you open your closet, what is the color?&lt;br /&gt;...What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Baskin Robbins or Coldstone?&lt;br /&gt;COLDSTONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Physics or chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;What?  Science?  What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Earphones or headphones?&lt;br /&gt;Headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Pink or teal?&lt;br /&gt;Teal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Earrings or a ring?&lt;br /&gt;Earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Commitment or casual dating?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER, NO QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Fly or road trip?&lt;br /&gt;Depends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What is your favorite Disney movie?  &lt;br /&gt;Beauty &amp; the Beast.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Buffalo Gals, Won't You Come Out Tonight?</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T21:02:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T21:02:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Somehow, &lt;i&gt;It's A Wonderful Life&lt;/i&gt; never fails to make me cry at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after Harry's line, "To George Bailey, the &lt;i&gt;richest man in town&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that kills me &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy holidays, everyone!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>...AAAAAAND IT'S TIME FOR A HEALTHY ROUND OF SURVEYS</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T15:05:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T15:10:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>i need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SAMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I'M BORED AND LOVE SURVEYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let others know a little more about yourself, repost this as your name, followed by "ology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOUTHOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the salad dressing of your choice?&lt;br /&gt;A : Ranch (low fat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A : Carl's Jr, Panda Express, Subway, Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A : Outback (for the memories made in various ones in Seoul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A: 15%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?&lt;br /&gt;A: Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A: PEPPERONI.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;A : Depends on my mood. Usually I stick to just butter.  If my mom has it in the kitchen, then liver wurst.  And please, don't knock it 'til you've tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is currently on your computer wall paper?&lt;br /&gt;A: A picture of my feet in the snow from that insane snowfall I endured at Vassar a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A : One.  In Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right handed.  And hence, I will live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;A: 3 wisdom teeth.  And some other teeth from when I still had baby teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;A: A golf bag with 11 clubs and two big bottles of water in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;A. Never.  At least, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL[CRAP]OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;A. Not at all.  Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A: I think my name suits me, and I'm used to being called it, so, no, I don't think I'd want to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Red.  Because I'm so bloody beautiful...*insert canned laughter here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes.  But nothing ever big, mostly small pieces of plastic wrapping or aluminum foil that I had failed to take out of the food product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever saved someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;A. I've saved my dog's life a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;A. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;A. Why, yes, yes I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. ...NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. HELL YES.  If I'm willing to streak during Primal Scream, what's a magazine to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't have pockets right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;A: Only if you're with a big group of people/under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Stand.  Personally, I find it really, really gross to have any part of my body besides my feet and arms to make contact with any wet surface while showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Could you live with roommates?&lt;br /&gt;A: I do, and, no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A: Several.  I don't really know the exact number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;A: Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, God, who the hell knows.  Except I do have a deep desire to be a TV actress on an amazing TV dramedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is number 1 on your top 8&lt;br /&gt;A: It was Lizz3h, when I had a MySpace.  Now, I really don't believe in Top 8's.  Ranking friends publically really doesn't do much but create tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Friend you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Paul, actually, on MSN.  In person?  Avey Venable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;A. My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?&lt;br /&gt;A: 429.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?&lt;br /&gt;A: SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;A: Tired and sore in so many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;A: LJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;A: Whether people got whatever I had mailed them before I left Vassar / my final grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: The bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Go back to Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hedwig &amp; the Angry Inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: To your face, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>Iss Jam Hot.</title>
    <published>2007-12-24T04:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-24T04:27:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sugar daddy, bring it home</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've realized that PostSecret doesn't really do anything for me but depress me about other peoples' depressing lives/regrets/problems.  I don't really know why I keep reading them ever Sunday, but, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, someone should give me a fucking award because I WOKE UP AT 7 AM THIS MORNING.  I was so happy that I woke up at a semi-normal time (or, at least, more normal than the usual 5 am) and that the sun was actually out when I opened my eyes.  It was miraculous, and I never thought the day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wallowing here in the absence of the list of movies that I am painfully longing to see.  I made the mistake of going over to apple.com/trailers yesterday morning and watching more trailers, thus increasing the number of movies on my list (MISS PETTIGREW LIVES FOR A DAY - HELLO LEE PACE, YOU'RE SO DAMN HOT).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to drive so. fucking. badly.  There are only probably two other people I know in my entire dorm building at Vassar who don't know how to drive either.  There's a sense of freedom that comes with being able to drive.  Being in Saudi Arabia would probably be the most perfect time to learn (because of the open spaces and very few people around the city I'm in), but, alas, I cannot, or I'd be thrown in jail or possibly stoned to death.  Women can't drive, which is a little sucky.  Then again, it means that I can sleep in the car whenever I need to and let my dad worry about where we're going, so, okay, I think that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!  HOORAH!  UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE OF THE OTHER, NEWER BRANCHES OF CHRISTIANITY, I ACTUALLY CELEBRATE BOTH CHRISTMAS EVE AND CHRISTMAS DAY, SO SUCK ON THAT BITCHES.  THE CATHOLICS CAME FIRST, AND HENCE WE ARE THE BEST.</content>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2007-12-22T10:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T19:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T19:09:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dearest LJ Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm about to go to bed.  I was feeling quite tired in my jet-lagged state about a good four minutes ago and was ready to just fall on the bed and sleep, but, somehow I've just gotten a small burst of awake...ness (? I really can't remember the noun form of 'awake') and I've decided that, hey, I might as well put my creative juices to work and just write up a storm on LJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see these movies SO SO SO SO SO FUCKING BAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Juno (Because of the awesometastic cast and its weird indie feel.  And Michael Cera, because he is too cute)&lt;br /&gt;- Grace is Gone (Because John Cusack is GOD)&lt;br /&gt;- Sweeney Todd (Because Johnny Depp is FUCKING GOD (different from merely GOD), as is Tim Burton, as is Sondheim, and the combination of the three = FUCKING NIRVANA)&lt;br /&gt;- Across the Universe (Because I missed it when it was out in theaters and from the moment I had watched the trailer back in early 2007 I had wanted to see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone could get me a bootleg...or a movie theater built in Jubail, Saudi Arabia...that would be AWESOME and would make my day/week/month.  If you're having trouble picking between the two to actually give me, I'm thinking the latter would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I had recently downloaded this song from Juno's soundtrack called 'Anyone But You', and apart from it being a little be too indie folk, I just love the line: "&lt;i&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;/i&gt;", mostly because it's such an oddly honest thing to say that it becomes cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ALSO hey guys, I know y'all have good taste in movies/music, so, hit me up.  I'm spending a month in a country where, without a man with me, I &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; go out in public, so, I'm going to need some things to occupy me in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ALSO ALSO it's almost Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only irony is that, I'm in a strict Muslim country!  Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're wondering what 'M' stands for, yes?  Well you'll just have to figure it out, and if you do, YOU GET A PRIZE)</content>
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    <title>6 INCHES, 4 INCHES, 5 INCHES BACK, I GOT AN ANGRY INCHHHH</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T04:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T04:29:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ANGRY INCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am in Saudi Arabia, and every single muscle in my body is IN PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that golf could be so athletic?  Seriously, I've always prided myself in being "good" at a "sport" like golf, but I was also highly realistic and knew that golf wasn't a sport that required you to run 50 million laps during every game or so something equally tiring and muscle-straining.  So, imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning (at 6 am, not 2 am like yesterday, which is a wonderful relief) and discover that I couldn't move without screaming in pain!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think I'd like to state that being back with the 'rents (seriously, who made that shit up?  Were people &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; fucking lazy that they couldn't spit out 'parents', just one tiny syllable more than ''rents'?), and using/seeing a lot of the same stuff that was in my house in Seoul kind of makes me nostalgic for, well, Seoul, and all that it came with it.  It really sucks that so many people at VassyVass (? I must be on CRACK) can just easily hop in their car and drive 3 hours to their hometown, where their family and all of their friends will surely be.  Jesus, in order for me to do that, I'd have to spend thousands of dollars in plane tickets, and, let's face it, we'd all never truly be together anyway, which was half the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as much as this is true, I can't help but feel really pissed off about the fact that high school, no matter how true it is that we've all left it, still lingers on in all of our relationships with each other.  All the same tensions persist, and all the same issues continue be issues, no matter how hard I try to forget them or make myself believe that they have disappeared.  THEY'RE STILL FUCKING THERE, AND THEY'LL CREEP UP BEHIND YOU ONE DAY AND JUST POUNCE ON YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.</content>
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    <title>LEGEND</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T06:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T06:53:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;, Gene Kelly, &lt;i&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How more amazing can you be?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your tap-dancing/roller-skating ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To see this in sweet sweet action, flip to 2:18)</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>If The Moon Tried To Run Away, And All The Stars Didn't Want To Play...</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T06:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T06:05:00Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Shine On - Jet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My palms are sweating ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Check out my Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I'd like to tell you about normal things now, without a heavy use of capslock; it seems that I went through a capslocked phase for the past few days, and I think it's safe to say that its reign is over, and we can all go back to living our nice, normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have technically finished my last exam.  My Political Theory professor decided it would be good to have us take a take-home final, which, I must agree with her intentions, it really &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; nice.  While she gave us more than 6 days to finish the exam (which essentially was made up of 10 short answer questions and 3 one-pager, essay questions), I only started work on it yesterday and &lt;i&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; finished it today (when I say 'technically', I mean that it still needs to be revised, but, on the whole, is written).  This means that I am quite efficient.  Either that or Professor Gregory loves to give easy-ish exams.  I'd like to think that it was because of the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are leaving one by one, and once I spend my last night in Vassar for the year tomorrow, I believe there'll only be a few of us left.  I'm thinking I'm going to do a lot of things I can't do if there are people around tomorrow night, like, for example, play music insanely loud, maybe walk around naked, or play the piano in the common room until 2 am.  I don't believe I'll do all of those things, but I think 1 out of 3 could be quite definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've realized that I've been listening to music with headphones on &lt;i&gt;WAY&lt;/i&gt; too much.  I'm almost completely certain that by the age 27 I'll have gone completely deaf, with only a gigantic horn-looking apparatus to help me hear.  Because of my deafness, I'll then encompass a personality of a bitter old man, scouring at young folk making noise and doing "new-fangled" things, and beckoning people to shout in their ear whenever they speak to someone.  I won't be able to control my bowel movements, I'll walk at a snail's pace, and I'll be asleep every night by 7:30.  I'll be crabby, cynical, and extremely conservative by the time I've reached my third decade of living.  And all because I like music?  This is such a sad world we live in, ladies and gentlemen, to think that just because we have one tiny vice like music, we have to completely lose one of our senses and essentially skip a few decades and become one of the elderly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unbelievably pathetic.</content>
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    <title>Iiiiiit's Nooooot....EASY HAVING YOURSELF A GOOD TIMEEEE</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T21:51:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T21:51:51Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>SCISSORSISTERS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You're probably all like "wtf, sam, y u gotta rite so many postz," and to that I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL and you all have to know how INSANE I've become&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2007-12-14T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T02:14:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T02:14:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HEY KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MY ECON TEST KILLED ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER!!!  ECON IS DONEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/end scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO DOES ANYONE HAVE A LAST.FM ACCOUNT?  THEN WE CAN ALL BE CONNECTED EVEN FURTHER THROUGH MUSIC!  YOU KNOW WHY?  MUSIC MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND, THE PEOPLE COME TOGETHER, AND ME TYPE IN CAPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO NOT DONE WITH FINALS THOUGH, I TOTALLY HAVE A TAKE HOME FINAL DUE IN 3 DAYS THAT I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED, WOOOHOOOOOO LOOKITME BE A FUCKIN REBEL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!  FUCK YOU, GOVERNMENT!  FUCK YOU RULES AND REGULATIONS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN WITH THATCHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so, I just got a call from an unknown number from Michigan, and, being the intelligent person that I am, I picked up and all I heard was "Felicidades.  Feliz Navidad. Su numero -" and then I hung up, because I was afraid the Hispanic lady was going to tell me something along the lines of how she knows the date I am going to keel over or that she's implanted a microchip in my brain or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at any point of this post you think I'm drunken or high or something like that, please believe me, I'm so sober right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;WAIT WHAT THE NEW SEASON OF 'NEVER MIND THE BUZZCOCKS' HAS BEEN ONGOING FOR THE LAST FEW MONTHS?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO BYE GUYS IMMA WATCH SOME SIMON AMSTELL</content>
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    <title>HEY SUGAR DADDY, HANSEL NEEDS SOME SUGAR IN HIS BOWL</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T21:39:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T21:39:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm about to head off to take my final exam for Intro to Microeconomics, and I'm feeling a little nervous.  I think the fact that I've been stressing about my final grade for god knows how long, and just the fact that Econ has been, more or less, my main priority throughout this semester kind of justifies my pre-exam jitters, but yes, I am nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe that I'm almost done with my first semester of college.  I mean, jesus, it's been fun, but it's been so many other things.  I can't remember a year that had the most emotional rollercoasters in my life, and, I guess that's what I'll remember 2007 as: the year where shit was the shittiest, but the best things were, well, the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, however, going to bore you all with an insanely emo post (WHICH BRINGS THE POINT OF WHY THE FUCK WAS I SO EMO IN MY LJ POSTS THIS YEAR...I KIND OF LOOKED BACK AT MY ARCHIVE EARLIER TODAY AND KIND OF SHOOK MY HEAD AND WAS LIKE "WHY DO I SOUND SO DEPRESSED &lt;b&gt;EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE IN 2007&lt;/b&gt;?" I didn't mean it, I promise).  To be honest, I don't really know what I'd like to bore you with.  A song?  An epistle?  I don't really know.  Sometimes I don't know why I write in my LJ anymore; I've started to use it less and less because every person on my LJ friends list is at least a few hundred miles away from where I am.  It also seems a bit irrational to have an LJ now, mostly because it's not like I have much communication with you all anyway; I guess it just seems like I'm talking to a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do it anyway, just because of my small belief that at least one of you all out there is still listening to my strange, collegiate endeavors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whenever I think of my dream last night, I get this intense knot in my stomach because it was about YOU.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabulouslylazyy @ 2007-12-13T00:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T05:54:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt;MIKA IS COMING TO NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG IMMA DIE.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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