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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-10-05T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T00:59:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I HAVE GRACED THE SAME STAGE AS GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwmK9PjGFzQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-08-29T13:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T17:16:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-29T17:16:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;24 hours.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dimple_dork:43922</id>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-06-24T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-24T19:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-24T19:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My summer is almost halfway done - to review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;PLUSSES:&lt;br /&gt;+ have lost 10 lbs this summer&lt;br /&gt;+ going to ann arbor on friday&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;+ decided to train for a triathlon&lt;br /&gt;+ getting tan&lt;br /&gt;+ road trip to new jersey in LESS&amp;nbsp;THAN&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;MONTH&lt;br /&gt;+ making a ton of cash money&lt;br /&gt;+ closer with my family than ever&lt;br /&gt;+ becoming a better chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINUSES:&lt;br /&gt;- have to get up early like every day&lt;br /&gt;- miss my school bitches with the passion of 1000 suns&lt;br /&gt;- lifeguard one-piece bathing suit tan lines&lt;br /&gt;- teaching swim lessons exhausts me... in fact, everything about my job exhausts me&lt;br /&gt;- still don't have much direction in life as far as the future is concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais en general, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-05-30T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-31T00:50:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-31T00:50:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Today at in-service, I slipped getting down from my stand into the shallow part of the pool and hit my knee, ass, and hand on the bottom of the pool, which was about 6 inches deep. I now have distinct pebble-bruises covering my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a metaphor of the last week.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-05-19T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-20T02:39:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">http://www.fox.com/glee/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good. SOOO&amp;nbsp;GOOD. makes my inner show choir dork squeal. canNOT wait til fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-05-04T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-04T15:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-04T15:59:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I think that, potentially, I may be going crazy. &amp;nbsp;Or slowly turning into a suburban housewife. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I wake up at 9 to watch LIVE with Regis and Kelly and then the Ellen show while I run on the treadmill and eat breakfast. &amp;nbsp;Usually then I do nothing, avoid unpacking my shit, avoid going into my parents' office, and spend the day on Facebook or googling Robert Pattinson or something. Today, I texted with my friend Sarah for awhile about how she is going equally stir-crazy, except she's in Alabama and they're having these awful storms and she lost internet so her life sucks slightly more than mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I&amp;nbsp;miss Ann Arbor.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-04-27T10:12:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-27T14:13:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-27T14:13:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm not ready to leave Ann Arbor and South Quad and the people who have come to be some of my closest friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in 2 hours, I am.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-04-17T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T17:34:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T17:34:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: larger; "&gt;Dearest Erin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you do not return due to a series of unfortunate events, then allow me to give you the post humous honor of being the craziest bitch I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my first-born child will be names Dakota Suzanne Ferguson. Appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you have to come visit me at Relay for Life tomorrow if you are still alive. Break me out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger; "&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joshay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lydia has your flippies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best message my white board has ever seen. I have the most amazing friends. How am I supposed to go home in 10 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-03-29T00:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T04:08:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;thursday night i saw adventureland for free and before it came out. i really liked it and was surprised that the acting was not bad at all and it was both funny and kind of dramatic (i guess). plus, seeing a movie in an auditorium full of college kids makes it so much more fun because everyone boos and gasps and laughs louder than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do now hate kristen stewart because she gets to make out with robert pattinson AND&amp;nbsp;ryan reynolds MULTIPLE&amp;nbsp;TIMES&amp;nbsp;which is just epically unfair to the rest of the women on earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the weekend I have been struggling to do work and crank out my business school essays when all I want to do is sleep and read and NOT worry about calculus or french or classes next semester or what i want to do with the rest of my life.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-03-08T00:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T05:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T05:29:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Friday, the weather was a-maaaaa-zing. I did nothing all day until three-ish, when I put on shorts and flip flops and Lydia, Josh, Andrew and I went to the Law Quad, the prettiest place on Earth, and enjoyed the sun and drew with chalk on the walkways. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to the Diag, where the entire school was out enjoying the weather and throwing frisbees and then I got hit on by a guy selling packzis, one of the more awkward experiences of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got dinner at Amer's and I had incredible grilled cheese and Sarah announced that she signed up for Zip Cars so we'll be able to drive to Cedar Point one day in April, and we got ice cream and then went to the Mike Birbiglia show and I laughed so hard I cried on multiple occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and did nothing all day except a bit of reading and Calculus, and then I went to dinner at Sadako, my favorite restuarant, and had amazing sushi with my big. &amp;nbsp;Then, we had a study-tank in Josh's room but ended up watching every Britney Spears video we could remember, for a good two hours. Britney, in her prime, was basically unstoppable and I will always love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only drank Thursday this weekend and I have so much work to do tomorrow that it's funny, but this weekend was so damn incredible, probably the best one this semester. &amp;nbsp;Ugh. I love it here.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-03-04T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T04:51:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T07:06:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="rob-pattinson.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://C05F3B5C-C9E7-4085-B839-69D957F389DB/rob-pattinson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU JENNY GUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, but you make me angryyyyy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-26T11:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T16:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-26T16:03:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;yay yay yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving to Rochester today to see some of my friends from school who live close by. &amp;nbsp;Thank GOD natalie lives only half-hour away. Thank God. It will be very helpful this summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I'm so excited.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-23T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T05:04:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T05:04:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;The Oscars were beautiful and amazing this year, touching, sweet, funny... overall, just a good show.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-20T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T04:32:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T04:48:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So, I'm home. &amp;nbsp;This morning I woke up and made scrambled eggs with my sister and we saw Confessions on a Shopaholic, it wasn't good, and then I read a bit, ate a sandwich, saw He's Just Not That Into You with Jenny, it was good, (yes, I'm aware I went to the movie theater twice in one day. It was both my third and fourth time inside a movie theater since August so it's totally legit) and then watched the ridiculous unfold back at Squad via Facebook video and a few hilarious drunk phone calls. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be back. &amp;nbsp;I am already beginning to wonder what exactly I'm going to do with myself for a whole week of nothing - everyone in high school is still in school and no one else from college is home. &amp;nbsp;Naturally, I do miss my friends, even though it has been just over 24 hours since we've all been together. I don't know how I will survive the summer with us being split up into our separate corners of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I am so excited for the Oscars this year. Like, Sunday cannot come fast enough.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-18T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T16:49:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Flier from my hallway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;HEY&amp;nbsp;LADIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup. im not very good with girls so i hope this works&lt;br /&gt;i need a date for formal for my frat and i really want to go this year&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give u a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if ur interested holla back at (phone number) or just hit me up at (roomnumber)&lt;br /&gt;sweet&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also felt it wise to include a shirtless picture of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DO NOT CARE IF THIS IS FAKE. IT MADE MY MORNING.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-09T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-09T05:11:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-09T05:11:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The weather, partly sunny and reaching now into the low 30s, is so nice that it's making everyone in a terrific mood. &amp;nbsp;I wore my moccasins today because it was so positively balmy. It almost makes living through the -20 degree weather for 2 months worth it because of how much I appreciate the sun right now.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-04T11:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-04T16:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T16:59:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Today in French class I learned that the French word &amp;quot;excite&amp;quot; does not translate to the English version of &amp;quot;excited&amp;quot; - it means &amp;quot;sexually excited&amp;quot; or really, &amp;quot;super horny.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this because I was telling my classmate that for Spring Break, I would be going home and hanging out with my family, and this was making me sexually excited. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher heard this and kind of freaked out. &amp;nbsp;She's only 26 and had to explain to me, in English, that I should really never use &amp;quot;excite&amp;quot; in French class. Well, now I know, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, in my FOUR years of French, how did that never come up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-02T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-03T03:30:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-03T03:30:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;A kid in my hall got locked inside his room. &amp;nbsp;Not locked out - locked IN. &amp;nbsp;The electronic lock door handle thing stopped working, and they had to chainsaw him out. &amp;nbsp;I am not kidding. &amp;nbsp;I watched this with my friends and about 30 other people, crammed in a tiny hall, eating popcorn. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he emerged, the crowd started singing &amp;quot;Hail to the Victors&amp;quot; - some people must have thought it was appropriate, or maybe we just wanted to sing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I live, I will never forget the time when Andrew Hirsh couldn't get out of his room.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-02-01T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T22:55:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T22:55:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's Superbowl Sunday, and the fact that I prepared a dip (in the microwave) and am hosting a small group of my friends to eat and watch the commercials... this is making me feel strangely grown up.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-01-29T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-30T00:43:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-30T00:43:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;My icon reflects my newest, most embarrassing obsession. &amp;nbsp;I am so ashamed. &amp;nbsp;Ugh, I need to find a guilty pleasure that's less pathetic. &amp;nbsp;Ah. Ahh. I revolt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-01-29T09:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T14:25:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T14:25:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;oh. my. god. i am so bored in my great books class. arghhh.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-01-28T18:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T00:04:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T00:04:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Can I just say how incredibly, embarrassingly, obnoxiously happy I am that I'm singing again? That when I picked up the first piece of music my new choir is singing and it was the Kyrie of Beethoven's Mass in C, a piece which is tied to amazing, incredible, unforgettable memories, that I almost cried a little? &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think, in June 08, that stopping my singing career would be difficult. &amp;nbsp;I thought it'd be like when I stopped swimming - weird, but fine. &amp;nbsp;I was so wrong. &amp;nbsp;Now, this semester, back in not one but two different but amazing choirs, I am so, sooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I am such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-01-26T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T21:56:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;You know how you sometimes have those days, where nothing exceptionally good happens, except that you have time to take a short nap and you can go to the gym and be really productive and eat a great sandwich and get out of Calc early and the teeny things start adding up and all of a sudden, you've had a great day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&amp;nbsp;those days.</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-01-19T14:14:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Jack Johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;happy mlk day, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dimple_dork @ 2009-01-09T12:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T17:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T17:19:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Last night reaffirmed, not only that Ann Arbor is the best place on earth, but also that I am friends with the coolest, funniest, best, most amazing people on the entire planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for meeting (and exceeding) some of my New Years Resolutions!</content>
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