<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823</id><updated>2012-02-12T08:29:17.888-05:00</updated><category term='jazz'/><category term='watermark'/><category term='pretty girls'/><category term='radiogram'/><category term='yoko kanno'/><category term='fetch'/><category term='hating jazz'/><category term='test results'/><category term='fox'/><category term='firefly'/><category term='gavin'/><category term='drive theme'/><category term='icarus'/><category term='life'/><category term='song summer'/><category term='chat rooms'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='david bowie'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='grammys'/><category term='nashville'/><category term='power animals'/><category term='spring'/><category term='bald britney'/><category term='robot thoughts'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>my, it's a beautiful world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-7459450295450988901</id><published>2008-03-28T01:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:35:55.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>in what ethereal dances...by what eternal streams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/R-yRr7JRiMI/AAAAAAAAACA/pn8rTLKT2oM/s1600-h/foxdreams+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/R-yRr7JRiMI/AAAAAAAAACA/pn8rTLKT2oM/s400/foxdreams+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182677454993590466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my fetch and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;center&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i made at 3 am from the content of my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text3"&gt;I dream of wayward gulls and all landless lovers, rare moments of winter sun, peace, privacy, for everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text3"&gt;                                            &lt;b&gt;William Francis Claire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text3"&gt;where are the things i was promised? when they told me i could do anything, when they said that in the future things would be different...i have had to lessen my dreams until they are a tiny, trembling vapor of hope clutched in one defiant hand because  of them..they who caused me to dream so high! and now my soul is lost, eternally lost, left floating and crying sadly out above the world, and i can’t get it back, it’s gone, it’s forever lost in the faraway reaches where i cannot follow because i sent it off with bright hopes of joining it someday..and i am left despondent below, left to wander about the earth without that part of me because it dwells in far happier lands where it rains and shines and loves and hopes and dances with butterflies, but i’ll never get it back. i’m left soulless, dreamless, because they consumed me and left me and i cannot follow where they lead. this is not the future. this is just the interruption of the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text3"&gt;Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zora Neale Hurston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-7459450295450988901?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/7459450295450988901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=7459450295450988901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/7459450295450988901'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-8699164376526814556</id><published>2008-01-17T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:24:40.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blarghs.</title><content type='html'>my schedule is so hectic for this semester. i will probably die. i don't use this blog much since i usually just post on myspace so only my friends can read it, but i like everyone to know that i am indeed alive and i do check this blog and post things that i find to be of general interest (eg, the lyrics i post that i can't find anywhere else on the net.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-8699164376526814556?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-3783700459922333547</id><published>2007-11-13T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:48:52.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermark'/><title type='text'>"Pretty Girls" lyrics by Watermark</title><content type='html'>Watermark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty Girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;silly, wild, big city girls&lt;br /&gt;who can spend two hours putting hair in curls&lt;br /&gt;but don't got a minute for th rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;i'm gettin tired of those pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a girl who's nice and plain&lt;br /&gt;who loves the Lord, and ain't so vain&lt;br /&gt;she can laugh at the trouble and smile at the pain&lt;br /&gt;sing in the shower and dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;look pretty in pearls but still prefer a daisy chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl whose lips are drippin with scripture&lt;br /&gt;who loves me best when i'm humble upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl that's gonna love the way&lt;br /&gt;i love her like a sister&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl that's gonna always love another man&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman can be so many things&lt;br /&gt;she can be the love of your life&lt;br /&gt;or a one night fling&lt;br /&gt;she can be your hand to hold or just a diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;a Juliet or just a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;setting the stage for the players but never&lt;br /&gt;the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a woman who's warm and kind&lt;br /&gt;who thinks with her heart and speaks her mind&lt;br /&gt;who keeps her hands busy on a work divine&lt;br /&gt;who keeps her arms open with a love gone blind&lt;br /&gt;but a love like that&lt;br /&gt;what mortal man can find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl who's racing to the face of her Maker&lt;br /&gt;she's full tilt runnin to wherever the Spirit leads&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl who's gonna praise my Jesus everywhere i take her&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl who's gonna always love another man&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me second place&lt;br /&gt;that's where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if you move me up one space&lt;br /&gt;something's gone wrong in your list of priorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl whose lips are drippin with scripture&lt;br /&gt;who loves me best when i'm humble upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl to make me feel like singing every time i'm with her&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl that's gonna always love another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl who's racing to the face of her Maker&lt;br /&gt;she's full tilt runnin to wherever the Spirit leads&lt;br /&gt;she leans heavy on the arms of a lover that never will forsake her&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl who's gonna always love another man&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-3783700459922333547?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3783700459922333547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=3783700459922333547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/3783700459922333547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/3783700459922333547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Yes, I am sure that *somewhere* there is a jazz song I would probably enjoy. No, I haven't heard it yet. No, don't send me more jazz music. Yes, I am a Music Industry major. No, that doesn't mean I should automatically love jazz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. The top reason I hate jazz is because of Jazz Enthusiasts, or as I like to call them, stuck-up morons.&lt;br /&gt;"What? You don't like jazz? *insert long-winded argument in favor of jazz and why I am not cultured here* Don't you know that *so and so* was the best musician who ever  lived?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they weren't.   Just because I don't like jazz does not mean you are somehow more sophisticated than I am. Sorry. Jazz fans are a step below opera fans in that matter.  At least opera has some sort of plot you can follow along to ease the boredom and ignore the ringing pain in your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.  I need structure. Sorry, it's how I've always been. I like music that I can follow, that I can see is taking me in a direction, not just wildly leading me everywhere. Music that jumps around and mumbles makes me irate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Lyrics! I know there are a lot of jazz songs with lyrics. But part of the the reason they are jazzy is because they can be played a thousand times and never sound the same. Some people might like that. I hate  it. I like to know what I am listening to. I like to sing along! I like to get involved. I also like to understand the singer.&lt;br /&gt;mumble mumble mumble snake mumble. And the instrumental ones put me into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. But jazz is the only true AMERICAN form of music!! You're not patriotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up. Do all people from the Netherlands enjoy death metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Music is the universal language, people say. Or love, or smiling..whatever. Anyway, it's a form of speech, right? As in, right to free speech?  So don't start yelling at me for my opinion. This actually goes back to #1 and Jazz Enthusiasts. (I have to keep typing that so I can remind myself to cool down and not call them snobby arse-holes.) This deserves multiple points just because  other music fans are cool about music. They say "Oh, you don't like *so and so*? Well that's too bad. Have you heard this *really good album in their opinion* yet? Oh? You should check it out."&lt;br /&gt;See? That wasn't so bad. Easy, clean, and I now know what to look for should I ever want to check out that music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. I've seen the Mighty Boosh. I know what the Spirit of Jazz looks like, he's evil and I don't have any spare vacuums handy.  He is NOT crawling up in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I feel that people who are interested in music feel like they are forced to admit they like jazz even if they don't. That's oppression!! Stop keeping us jazz-haters down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. I did a very professional poll by hastily IMing some friends who happened to be online at the time and the overwhelming  response was "NO BECAUSE IT SUCKS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they all gave intelligent responses and one person even said they liked it, but therefore they don't count and I was too lazy to write the other stuff down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. I like my music to be varied. There is way too much brass in jazz, not enough strings, not enough of anything else for that matter. I'm not really a fan of brass in general, I love reed instruments and percussion and strings more....I don't know, it reminds me of when I went to an art museum and I saw a piece of graph paper, blown up and laminated on the wall. Or a just a panel of red. Seriously. Then I have people saying "Well Art is all around us, how do you define art, blah blah". I don't care. Art should take talent and thought and a giant piece of graph paper is not Art in my opinion, sorry. Yes, I see beauty and art in simple, everyday things. Not saying that the only way to be an artist is to be Michelangelo. But still. Art takes work.  The work is what you see reflected in the piece--care, devotion, time of the person who made it. How much work did it take to stick the graph paper on the wall?  Same with jazz. I'll just improvise some tune, doesn't have to be the same next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. I hate waiting rooms. Waiting rooms that play jazz music incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand there are different types of jazz. From what I've heard, they all bore me. Thinking about it, I actually like the word "jazz" quite a bit. Sort of edgy and smooth. Much like jazz isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-6666790651566800511?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6666790651566800511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=6666790651566800511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/6666790651566800511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/6666790651566800511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/09/reasons-and-thoughts-on-why-i-hate-jazz.html' title='Reasons and Thoughts on Why I Hate Jazz'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-5759288077076967774</id><published>2007-08-25T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:06:22.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test results'/><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;INTJ&lt;/b&gt; -  "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Jung Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 3.02 / 5.28 --&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#e7e4e4" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Main type&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Variant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/sxsosp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-5759288077076967774?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5759288077076967774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=5759288077076967774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Lyics</title><content type='html'>my idea of the perfect day&lt;br /&gt;would be to lie in bed and just melt away&lt;br /&gt;the sun through my window casts a hazy ray&lt;br /&gt;it turns reflections into memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another summer song summer&lt;br /&gt;full of one-hit number ones&lt;br /&gt;current on the charts&lt;br /&gt;so that i can sing along&lt;br /&gt;of the seasonal behavior&lt;br /&gt;yeah the kids come on too strong&lt;br /&gt;another summer gone summer&lt;br /&gt;but it's someone else's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since we sang "so long"&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it'd be our one-hit song&lt;br /&gt;we played it every hour all summer long&lt;br /&gt;until the needle broke under your thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another summer gone summer&lt;br /&gt;full of one-hit number ones&lt;br /&gt;current on the charts&lt;br /&gt;still i try to sing along&lt;br /&gt;of the seasonal behavior&lt;br /&gt;everyone comes on too strong&lt;br /&gt;another summer song summer&lt;br /&gt;but it's someone else's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea of the perfect day&lt;br /&gt;would be to lie in bed and just melt away&lt;br /&gt;another summer song summer&lt;br /&gt;full of one-hit number ones&lt;br /&gt;current on the charts&lt;br /&gt;everybody sing along&lt;br /&gt;of the seasonal behavior&lt;br /&gt;i've been coming  on too strong&lt;br /&gt;another summer gone summer&lt;br /&gt;but it's someone else's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the radio is playing nothing else (someone else's song)&lt;br /&gt;another anthem for today's lost youth (someone else's song)&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder what became of you (someone else's song)&lt;br /&gt;you changed your mind before they changed our tune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-3073926972193679681?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-3373076251876995086</id><published>2007-06-09T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:45:56.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nashville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Nashvegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;well, i've made it through my first week  and a half here in nashville. work is killer but the schedule and pay are both good so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to go through my iTunes. i have over 9,000 songs and a lot of them i don't really listen to, and they just annoy me when they come on. lol. i hate not having them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bika comes here tomorrow, so that's cool. maybe we'll go do something nashvillian. because i have just been working and sleeping. i slept 16 hours last night. crazy, but i was wiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's been real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-3373076251876995086?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3373076251876995086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=3373076251876995086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/3373076251876995086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/3373076251876995086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/06/nashvegas.html' title='Nashvegas'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-2085253048188105441</id><published>2007-05-25T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:37:14.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat rooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nashville'/><title type='text'>yes no maybe?</title><content type='html'>here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first. i fly to nashville this wed. i'm excited for a new job, a new place, concerts, and summertime.&lt;br /&gt;second things second. where the heck did AIM chat rooms go?! i mean wtc, they used to be so full that they had to keep creating new ones. but now there are none to be found, and the ones that are, have barely any people!! what is happening! its the first time i have used a chat room in like...ten years, so i guess things are allowed to change with myspace etc. but still...i miss the random people being all pervy. does that make me a perv? ponders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are at a really weird point right now. i've got some stuff going on and i want things to be new and different, i want to meet a lot of new people and make new friends, but i don't really know where i am going right now. but i want to have a great summer before going back to oneonta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-2085253048188105441?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2085253048188105441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=2085253048188105441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/2085253048188105441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/2085253048188105441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-no-maybe.html' title='yes no maybe?'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-5398802001965291965</id><published>2007-04-24T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:57:24.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gavin'/><title type='text'>Can't Stop The World-- Gavin Rossdale Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i finally wrote these down because i can't find them anywhere else!!&lt;br /&gt;this is an amazing song, and the theme to Drive, a great show. watch it!!! that's an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;how far will you go&lt;br /&gt;how deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;your body's bruised and on fire&lt;br /&gt;can't stop the world&lt;br /&gt;can't stop desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't turn around&lt;br /&gt;and i can't turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days i can see the future&lt;br /&gt;some days you seem so far&lt;br /&gt;i don't know know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;don't give up or give down&lt;br /&gt;keep your eyes on the road&lt;br /&gt;can't stop the world&lt;br /&gt;can't stop the phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't turn around&lt;br /&gt;and i can't turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days i can see the future&lt;br /&gt;some days you seem so far&lt;br /&gt;i don't know know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;(some days i can see the future)&lt;br /&gt;some days you seem so far&lt;br /&gt;i don't know know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strange life surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;its under you&lt;br /&gt;i understand&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to get to you&lt;br /&gt;(ohhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how far will you go&lt;br /&gt;how deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;your body's bruised and on fire&lt;br /&gt;can't stop the world&lt;br /&gt;can't stop desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days i can see the future&lt;br /&gt;some days you seem so far&lt;br /&gt;i don't know know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;(some days i can see the future)&lt;br /&gt;some days you seem so far&lt;br /&gt;i don't know know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;(i don't know what i was thinking)&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;(i don't know what.. what..)&lt;br /&gt;i've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-5398802001965291965?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5398802001965291965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=5398802001965291965' title='92 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5398802001965291965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5398802001965291965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-stop-world-gavin-rossdale-lyrics.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop The World-- Gavin Rossdale Lyrics'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>92</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-4307254014097254149</id><published>2007-04-21T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T01:52:59.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song summer'/><title type='text'>songs, spring</title><content type='html'>hey, if anybody knows the lyrics to radiograms "Summer Song Summer" i would dearly love a link or comment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while. i've been seriously stressed and lacking in sleep due to finals etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me. i shall return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the semester end quickly, let summer roll on in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-4307254014097254149?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4307254014097254149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=4307254014097254149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/4307254014097254149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/4307254014097254149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/04/songs-spring.html' title='songs, spring'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-2675480667120712592</id><published>2007-03-27T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:03:10.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>craziness</title><content type='html'>so. this week (these two weeks, actually) have been crazy. tons of work (exams, quizzes, papers [one for math, even!!!] fencing) and just general craziness.  midterms will do that, i suppose. also, we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have spring break coming up, this friday after class. Of course that will be marred by the fact my pop pops is in the hospital and my mom is in florida visiting my grandmama so i won't be able to see her at all. such is life i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, you can feel spring in the weather. normally i don't really like spring, everything is wet and hectic and ugly. but i wouldn't like not having it, i guess. the weather is making me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on to my papers. i really need to get those done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-2675480667120712592?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2675480667120712592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=2675480667120712592' 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type='text'>let's dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RfdmbVFd6XI/AAAAAAAAABM/SSzBfiL6uJk/s1600-h/bowie_blkscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RfdmbVFd6XI/AAAAAAAAABM/SSzBfiL6uJk/s400/bowie_blkscarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041610927567137138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wow. i am just loaded with work lately. plus i am serious physical agony. okay, maybe just a  little pain. my mouth is sore (wtc!!) i'm covered in fencing bruises and i just feel like falling over.&lt;br /&gt;but here are a few bowie pictures that cheered me up :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RfdmblFd6YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Oz8LcsIZZ7c/s1600-h/david_bowie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RfdmblFd6YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Oz8LcsIZZ7c/s400/david_bowie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041610931862104450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-4481388739644240077?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4481388739644240077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=4481388739644240077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/4481388739644240077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/4481388739644240077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-dance.html' title='let&apos;s dance'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RfdmbVFd6XI/AAAAAAAAABM/SSzBfiL6uJk/s72-c/bowie_blkscarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-5245405781814897942</id><published>2007-03-07T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:21:39.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>that which i would do, i do not. that i would not do, i do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;woops. been a few days, hasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i am so wiped from fencing and sheer craziness of all the work piling up. so many exams/papers/quizzes/stuffs due soon.  wahh!1 plus my caffeine addiction keeps sleep away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i skipped two classes today, and i don't know why. i didn't sleep in, i just chatted on the computer, so it wasn't exhaustion. some days you just feel bleh. i did end up going to two other classes though...nothing really interesting happening on the lauren front lately. just chillin (sooo cold out) and as usual, procrastinating and hoping i'm doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ps. i am totally broke. someone give me a job/money/pesos/gold coins/credit card number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-5245405781814897942?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5245405781814897942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=5245405781814897942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5245405781814897942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5245405781814897942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-which-i-would-do-i-do-not-that-i.html' title='that which i would do, i do not. that i would not do, i do.'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-2229653023633157045</id><published>2007-02-26T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:22:27.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>cha, girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh. such is life.&lt;br /&gt;here i am home for a short break. my breaks pass like dreams; i sleep through them, i watch tv shows i've saved on my laptop for such a purpose, and i daydream. i need a job, a license, a car. it's sad i still don't have a license. but oh well, such is life. great words. it's so easy to pass the buck by blaming life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-2229653023633157045?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2229653023633157045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=2229653023633157045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/2229653023633157045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/2229653023633157045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/cha-girl.html' title='cha, girl'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-1115460771440931512</id><published>2007-02-18T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:04:51.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoko kanno'/><title type='text'>be human...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steve sent me yoko kanno music, and this song really just made my day. of course, you can't get the fullness of it without the music, but this is an amazing song and you should listen to it. (IM me and i will send it to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bridge to terabithia&lt;/span&gt; today. a great book, and for once, a great movie. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much have we become robots, yoda says. maybe we should open our eyes and become human....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough&lt;br /&gt;one hundred percentile&lt;br /&gt;no errors, no miss&lt;br /&gt;I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much&lt;br /&gt;don't worry 'bout dreaming&lt;br /&gt;because I don't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could at least 30 percent&lt;br /&gt;maybe 50 for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;then skip all the rest&lt;br /&gt;if I only was more human&lt;br /&gt;I would count every single second the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;if I just could be more human&lt;br /&gt;I'd have so many little babies and maybe a wife&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll around the mud&lt;br /&gt;and have lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;then when I was done&lt;br /&gt;build bubblebath towers and swim in the tub&lt;br /&gt;sand castles on the beach&lt;br /&gt;frolic in the sea&lt;br /&gt;get a broken knee&lt;br /&gt;be scared of the dark and I'd sing out of key&lt;br /&gt;cuss when I lost a fight&lt;br /&gt;kiss and reunite&lt;br /&gt;scratch a spider bite&lt;br /&gt;be happy with wrinkles I got when I smiled&lt;br /&gt;pet kittens til they purred&lt;br /&gt;maybe keep a bird&lt;br /&gt;always keep my word&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry at sad movies&lt;br /&gt;I'd laugh til it hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big bike&lt;br /&gt;and ride by the lake&lt;br /&gt;and I'd have lots of friends&lt;br /&gt;and I'd stay out too late&lt;br /&gt;if I could just be more human&lt;br /&gt;I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye&lt;br /&gt;if only I was more human&lt;br /&gt;I'd embrace every single feeling that came in my life&lt;br /&gt;would I care and be forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;would I doubt and have misgivings?&lt;br /&gt;would I cause someone sorrow, too?&lt;br /&gt;would I know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;will I cry when it's all over?&lt;br /&gt;when I die will I see heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-1115460771440931512?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1115460771440931512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=1115460771440931512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/1115460771440931512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/1115460771440931512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-human.html' title='be human...'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-2473833863588434042</id><published>2007-02-18T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:35:58.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bald britney'/><title type='text'>she's a super freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;britney spears, as i have said for many, many years, is crazy. all of you naysayers who didn't believe me, look, and watch in awe as the crazed pop...well, whatever she is...&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/article2281381.ece"&gt;here you go.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, &lt;a href="http://www.andpop.com/article/8515"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this one is good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other, and dare i say much more personal and interesting, news, i went to see Chess the musical tonight and it was just as great as i thought it would be. except for the lead female, she was pretty bad. but overall, i thought it was amazing. markuson was funny too. kudos, props, all that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-2473833863588434042?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2473833863588434042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=2473833863588434042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/2473833863588434042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/2473833863588434042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/shes-super-freak.html' title='she&apos;s a super freak'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-7552591037545179461</id><published>2007-02-17T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:11:43.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icarus'/><title type='text'>did they tell you you would come undone, when you tried to touch the sun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RdbUKJ__XZI/AAAAAAAAABA/iMa5sTY_WcE/s1600-h/icarus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RdbUKJ__XZI/AAAAAAAAABA/iMa5sTY_WcE/s200/icarus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032442904581201298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a slacker. after the delightful three days off due to the valentine's day snowstorm, i still have accomplished nothing. not my papers, not studying, only movies and sleep and long nights playing online. that's okay though; i work better under pressure. however, it was a good valentine's day, a great week overall. i can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the firefox spell check tells me that 'okay' isn't correct; and that the suggestion is 'Tokay'. Tokay. i will remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my favorite painting is by h.j. draper, entitled 'lament for icarus'. i have included it here. i'm sure mostly everyone is familiar with the story of the boy who flew too close to the sun and had his wings melt from the heat. i find a lot of meaning in this myth. it is one of my favorites. icarus was also warned to not fly near the water; the dampness would cause his wings to become too heavy. why did he choose to fly upwards, rather than down toward the sea? he had a short, wild flight that ended in his descent into the depths. he paid no heed to his father's warnings and fell into the water. i don't know why, i just happen to love this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the dark solitary time in the wee hours of the night that the best things happen, and the crazy comes out. tokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-7552591037545179461?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/7552591037545179461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=7552591037545179461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/7552591037545179461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/7552591037545179461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-they-tell-you-you-would-come-undone.html' title='did they tell you you would come undone, when you tried to touch the sun?'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/RdbUKJ__XZI/AAAAAAAAABA/iMa5sTY_WcE/s72-c/icarus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-5632180104355708313</id><published>2007-02-14T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:09:40.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power animals'/><title type='text'>let's go somewhere wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not normally a "post every day" person but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get  a spirit guide and smoke peyote and go find our power animals in the desert. we'll choose a new name and it will be fantabulous. who is with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my friend's blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunriseprojector.blogspot.com/"&gt; STEVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebikster08.blogspot.com/"&gt; BIKA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-5632180104355708313?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5632180104355708313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=5632180104355708313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5632180104355708313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5632180104355708313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-go-somewhere-wonderful.html' title='let&apos;s go somewhere wonderful'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-5528762194935897923</id><published>2007-02-11T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:09:58.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammys'/><title type='text'>grammys 2007: starring justin timberlake's nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/Rc_w0p__XWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z73zWQjfUXk/s1600-h/disfigured.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/Rc_w0p__XWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z73zWQjfUXk/s200/disfigured.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030504096214244706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man. i just watched the grammys, and i was pretty disappointed. it brought up more than a few questions, such as: who even listens to the dixie chicks? who votes for this? why does the guy from the chili peppers look just like will ferrell? and what kind of pore cream does justin use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the police? amazing. who doesn't love the police? and don henley is the man. it would have been nice is rascal flatts hadn't ruined hotel california.  i think mary j blige's hair has magical properties, i don't trust it. and she was all over the place tonight. she must teleport or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i only see country music? don't they have their own awards show? i mean, third day, the flaming lips, and ok go all won, but you barely heard anything from them, if anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what was with the "vote for this girl to sing with justin" thing?  american ido--i mean, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;grammys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- used to be above this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i need to analyze what i just watched for media values and write a paper on it, so here goes. and i added a little picture i love, cause it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture thanks to jeff thomas at &lt;a href="http://www.azuzephre.net/"&gt;azuzephre.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-5528762194935897923?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5528762194935897923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=5528762194935897923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5528762194935897923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/5528762194935897923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/grammys-2007-starring-justin.html' title='grammys 2007: starring justin timberlake&apos;s nose'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XovahzsC5B8/Rc_w0p__XWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z73zWQjfUXk/s72-c/disfigured.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202809219828343823.post-3651779753270695181</id><published>2007-02-10T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:10:13.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefly'/><title type='text'>this is as good as it gets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;did you know that fireflies were associated with cigar smoking in mayan mythology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you, lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is going to be a short one, as it is my first blog here, and i don't want to overdo it. mainly i just have one thing to tell the public:  there are two books you absolutely must read in order to be an adult of any reasonable intelligence. those books are: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the phantom tollbooth&lt;/span&gt;, by norton juster, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the little prince&lt;/span&gt;, by antoine de saint-exupery.  read those books. adore them. treasure them. they are superficially children's books, but underneath are the basic lessons of humanity. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, and buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly &lt;/span&gt;too. support joss whedon, because we love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202809219828343823-3651779753270695181?l=maladroitmortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3651779753270695181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202809219828343823&amp;postID=3651779753270695181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/3651779753270695181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202809219828343823/posts/default/3651779753270695181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladroitmortal.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='this is as good as it gets.'/><author><name>//lauren//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048097607759959806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v739/laurene4e13/b2f6d59d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
