<?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-5757803</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:49:29.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRIVING SIDEWAYS</title><subtitle type='html'>taken in by the scenery
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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-113304017690340779</id><published>2005-11-26T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:53:49.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>djlsdjflj</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/113304017690340779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/113304017690340779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113304017690340779' title=''/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110167027663624141</id><published>2004-11-28T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T11:31:31.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 novembre</title><summary type='text'>my stay here in italy is coming to a close. this is my last nite here. tomorrow. i depart for home.i am so so so so sad. florence has become so close to me.i have become quite close to ppl that i never imagined i could be close with.i guess that is what happens when strangers have to depend on each other just to get by.it was all the times that we complained shit about our teacher, all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110167027663624141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110167027663624141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110167027663624141' title='28 novembre'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110150436151265387</id><published>2004-11-26T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T13:26:01.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 novembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>these past two days have possibly been the best ever times i-ve had here.filled with love and more love.good god, there is only three days left and i have to do my college applicationsi think i want to do them.i think that it would be the right time, especially when i feel most inspired.gesu. im so happy. we had our farewell dinner last nite. i wont say much except that it was full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110150436151265387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110150436151265387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110150436151265387' title='26 novembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110124436134657390</id><published>2004-11-23T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:12:41.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 novembre</title><summary type='text'>what of today. it wasn't as cool as i thought it would be.i failed my humanities final. my anthro final is tomorrow.and i don't think that i will do so hot in it. domani. domani.i also have to present a little something something in italian. and i am excited about itthough i am not prepared to do it. but, che se ne frega! who cares! i love my italian class.i think that's one of the major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110124436134657390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110124436134657390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110124436134657390' title='24 novembre'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110104437285501545</id><published>2004-11-21T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T05:39:32.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Novembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>well it is almost time for me to leave and i can't fuckin believe itim managed to do some christmas shopping for my familyand i know that when i get back i will be broke like a mad cow diseaseso although i have the month of december free to do whatever i wantim going to have to stay home and do a big fat NOTHING!!!anyway, the last two days were really cool.i went to dinner with some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110104437285501545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110104437285501545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110104437285501545' title='21 Novembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110054589239109166</id><published>2004-11-15T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:11:32.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 novembre</title><summary type='text'>still the days before departure are getting closer and i am getting piu triste.devo di cancellare la mia tristeza. che cazzo!i don't remember what it is like to be able to do a cartwheel in my roomand i don't know what it is like to walk barefoot around my house.i don't want to go home.i MISS italian life and i haven't even left. shit.mi manca molto la vita italiana e non avro lasciato. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110054589239109166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110054589239109166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110054589239109166' title='15 novembre'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110020332719337552</id><published>2004-11-11T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T12:06:29.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you like me now, bitch</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110020332719337552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110020332719337552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110020332719337552' title='how do you like me now, bitch'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-110019487365010252</id><published>2004-11-11T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:41:13.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 novembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>hey y'all. i can feel christmas coming so fast.it's only around the corner. on my street, they've put up little light arches.it's so bloody exciting, i can't take it.in my swiss rainboots, my thick Giorgio coat, and my doubly layered pants. i jumped for joyit's so cold here.i don't like getting out of bed when i've managed to get so warm.so cozy.i only have about 18 days left here and im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110019487365010252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/110019487365010252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019487365010252' title='11 novembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109951546033985205</id><published>2004-11-03T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:32:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 novembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>allora ragazzi. e certo. potete vedere le mie fotoandate qua http://photobucket.com/albums/v468/Ebee/eccola. va beneand just in case you're curious,on what the Italians think about the elections.many times the italians compare bush's policy to that of their prime minister, Berlusconi.they don't like. aveva paura, ieri. yes, i was scared to go out, even though i don't look like the blond </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109951546033985205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109951546033985205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109951546033985205' title='2 novembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109924627809070030</id><published>2004-10-31T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T10:11:18.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Ottobre 2004  Happy Halloween</title><summary type='text'>so, Halloween isn't really celebrated. there are no costumes, there aren't any bags of candy.sad face. there is, however, this mini parade of troubadours playing instruments up and down my street. btw, the size of my street is a little bit bigger than the width of my Volvo. poor bessie, i wonder how she's doing. i have about 4 weeks left here. tomorrow, there isn't supposed to be any school. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109924627809070030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109924627809070030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109924627809070030' title='31 Ottobre 2004  Happy Halloween'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109881263514499406</id><published>2004-10-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:43:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 ottobre 2004</title><summary type='text'>i will link pictures probably by tomorrow nite. i hope it will be on some photobucket address. i will link it here as soon as i can.aspetta, per favore.grazie.ciao, ragazzi!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109881263514499406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109881263514499406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881263514499406' title='26 ottobre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109870364611310233</id><published>2004-10-25T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T04:27:26.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 ottobre 2004</title><summary type='text'>there is only a few more weeks til i return to Los Angeles, it isn't really that longlast Friday, i went to Milan and saw (sort of) the most popular sites, the Duomo, the Teatro della Scala, and what is it o yea that Painting:the Last Supper. well, i didn't really get to see any of that bc the first two were in construction and the Painting, we needed reservations for.The better half of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109870364611310233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109870364611310233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109870364611310233' title='25 ottobre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109794847779823174</id><published>2004-10-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T10:41:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 ottobre. i think</title><summary type='text'>im finally back home!  that is to my Florence apt.i spent a couple of days in Zurich Switzerland and found out so many interesting things, like how to become a Swiss citizen and how to speak some German, as Zurich is the German part of Switzerland.the following day i went to London and spent a couple of days there and it was quite interesting being with mom and new friend. did do that many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109794847779823174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109794847779823174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794847779823174' title='16 ottobre. i think'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109768724179927144</id><published>2004-10-13T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:07:21.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 october 2004</title><summary type='text'>im in London and its rainingi have just finished shopping at H&amp;M and it was heavennot heaven is walking around in slippers when there is water everywhere.must buy rain bootswill update later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109768724179927144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109768724179927144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109768724179927144' title='13 october 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109768722547368056</id><published>2004-10-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:07:05.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 october 2004</title><summary type='text'>im in London and its rainingi have just finished shopping at H&amp;M and it was heavennot heaven is walking around in slippers when there is water everywhere.must buy rain bootswill update later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109768722547368056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109768722547368056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109768722547368056' title='13 october 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109733906022308921</id><published>2004-10-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T09:24:20.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 ottobre 2004</title><summary type='text'>i picked up my mom yesterday nite (from the Florence airport)all by myself.after we lugged all of her luggage from the train stationto my apartment, my mom unloaded all of the goodies whilst i cooked her dinneri was glad that what i cooked turned out, not so badle penne arrabiata, the same stuff that my italian teacher taught us how to cookmy mom was impressed, that i could cook and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109733906022308921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109733906022308921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733906022308921' title='9 ottobre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109708216005383229</id><published>2004-10-06T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:02:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 ottobre 2004</title><summary type='text'>went to venice. mi sono ammalata qua.facciamo le corne! yay! i can speak the italian.on another note, i am currently looking for universities in Italy, should I dive into it?there are so many schools here?next week i will be in Switzerland, by the end of the week im going be in London. looking for more universities. taking the dive of a lifetime,i think so.mi sono innamorata d'Italia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109708216005383229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109708216005383229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109708216005383229' title='6 ottobre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109648162424656994</id><published>2004-09-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:13:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 settembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>so it is a wednesday nite. i decided to skip on the free cosmopolitans bc at a lot of clubs there's ladies' nite.i miss my freakin shower at home. the showers are boxes here. they are so small making shaving an impossible feat.nothing new is going on... aside from the fact that i have become a chain smoker. im so disappointed in myself. some of the guys frown upon my smoking habits in between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109648162424656994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109648162424656994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109648162424656994' title='29 settembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109550905033575034</id><published>2004-09-18T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T05:04:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 settembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>i went to siena and san gimagnano yesterdayon the bus ride, i was soooo nauseated due to the nite beforei don't like that feeling. it's gross, but tonite im going to the IRISH PUB and getting me a blow job bc i heard that they were really good.the cigarettes here, i swear. they are soooo freakin strong. when i had one i almost tripped onto the streetit was crazy. everything here is ten times</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109550905033575034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109550905033575034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109550905033575034' title='18 settembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109491054906166174</id><published>2004-09-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T06:49:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Settembre 2004</title><summary type='text'>it is about 3 or whatever here.few thingsi went to PISA yesterday. that thing is gonna fall i swear. im gonna go again.only 5 euro on train.sweet.whatelse.clubbing-- that was funny. ppl a really friendly here. too much touching and groping.geezus.uh. running at 3am on the streets of Florence.drinking is always available of course. smoking them cigars.damm. everything is so strong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109491054906166174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109491054906166174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109491054906166174' title='11 Settembre 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109440273092626773</id><published>2004-09-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T09:46:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 September 2004</title><summary type='text'>OMG! thanks you guys so much for all your tagging and caring.well, I am indeed here in Florence.and I already have souvenirs, on my body that is.o my.what i have actually are alll these welts from the mosquito bites.no west nile. just a lot scratching, etc.im in a hurry bc i am paying for my internet time.but i need all of your addresses bc my palm pilot erased all my information. DAMN!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109440273092626773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109440273092626773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109440273092626773' title='5 September 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109400683005364897</id><published>2004-08-31T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:57:11.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 31, 2004</title><summary type='text'>seeing that i have precious little time in Los Angelesi just want to stop for a moment and thank everyone who came to dinner on Saturday.to those who came I LOVE YOU.to those who planned I LOVE YOU MOREi know at the thought of you in the next months i will cry.i will also cry because i will have gained 10lbs.i don't really have much to say, even though i should.i'm just overwhelmed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109400683005364897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109400683005364897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109400683005364897' title='August 31, 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109364341643487500</id><published>2004-08-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:50:16.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 August 2004</title><summary type='text'>my last day at work today.i was worked alright.but the last couple hours of the day are mellowing out.going out tonite-- don't know wheredoing more shopping tomorrow--- don't know how muchit is hard to believe that i have less than a week left of Los Angelesthan it will be time for me to goi don't know if i want to stay there longer... depends on how im feeling,depends on whether im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109364341643487500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109364341643487500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109364341643487500' title='27 August 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109347309646463030</id><published>2004-08-25T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:31:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 August 2004; Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>last nite i saw ppl.margie, beth, bel, and edwe went to the golfing range at the top of this moutain in Glendalemy o my, what an interesting trip it was indeedthe lovely instructors, marge and beth, were trying their bestto teach the novices to swing a club correctlyit was very funafter, i rented FUNNY GIRL and RAT RACEi liked FUNNY GIRL a lot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109347309646463030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109347309646463030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109347309646463030' title='25 August 2004; Wednesday'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109330332301791740</id><published>2004-08-23T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:22:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 August 2004</title><summary type='text'>on my excursions this weekend. i went shopping.if i want to be presentable" in italy.. i need to have the gear to make it workso i bought 5 pairs of pantstwo cardigan type thingsone long blazer-like coat ( i call it my Jackie O jacket)a couple of blousesa couple of tshirts (bought one shirt that says egg-zellent bc it reminded me of leslie)short blazerim not done shopping. need to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109330332301791740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109330332301791740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109330332301791740' title='23 August 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109304871699937149</id><published>2004-08-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:38:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 August; Friday</title><summary type='text'>i came to work and found a large bouquet of flowers on my desk.i was sooo happy.my co-workers treated me out to some SOUL FOOD in Marina Del Rey. They are sooo very nice ppl. the surprise lunch just topped it off. i never realized how surprises could make one feel so special. i will miss them plenty.even though i am leaving later. i think today it hit me. not a whole lot, but maybe a little.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109304871699937149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109304871699937149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109304871699937149' title='20 August; Friday'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109295866764133950</id><published>2004-08-19T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:38:36.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 August</title><summary type='text'>i love being someone's 'sweetie'bc this 'sweetie' makes no mistakes; she can do no wrong2 more weeks of Los Angelesi am so gone.text or email me your address.ebeegeebies@sbcglobal.net</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109295866764133950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109295866764133950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109295866764133950' title='19 August'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109295863712840236</id><published>2004-08-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:37:17.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 August</title><summary type='text'>i love being someone's 'sweetie'bc this 'sweetie' makes no mistakes; she can do no wrong2 more weeks of Los Angelesi am so gone.text or email me your address.ebeegeebies@sbcglobal.net</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109295863712840236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109295863712840236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109295863712840236' title='19 August'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109285839374138478</id><published>2004-08-18T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T12:46:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 August</title><summary type='text'>shlump over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109285839374138478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109285839374138478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109285839374138478' title='18 August'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109235237492016976</id><published>2004-08-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:12:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 August</title><summary type='text'>wailing happened yesterday.alone, is what i will be for the next two weeks.i need to sort out things.i think alone is what i want to be, but have difficulty being loyal tobc the prospect of outtings are sooo tempting.but i can certainly try my best. like i should try turning off my phone.hah. going old school for a day i think can kill me.there is definitely something mentally off in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109235237492016976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109235237492016976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109235237492016976' title='12 August'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109225541824311337</id><published>2004-08-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:16:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 August</title><summary type='text'>im stressed.after today, im gonna slow downa lotand reflect on my life now and my life to bein the next two weeks, i need to fucking grow upi need to gather my spiritual shit and recollect myselfcause right now i feel like im all over the placelay low for a while. lesser outtings.i think i want to spend some quality time w my familybc it's cheaper. heh.fuck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109225541824311337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109225541824311337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109225541824311337' title='11 August'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109183598016681915</id><published>2004-08-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:46:20.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still at work</title><summary type='text'>some ppl can really fucking piss the shit out of meand as much as i want to yell, scream, kick, choke, etc.i haven't.there is rage inside. and it really hurts.i want to yell: shit fuck fuck motherfucker.oh god.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109183598016681915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109183598016681915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109183598016681915' title='still at work'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109183431168505589</id><published>2004-08-06T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:18:31.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 August 2004</title><summary type='text'>today is friday. im glad.last nite i was watching, well, more episodes of SEX IN THE CITYawww.  i love this show. i do.partay tonite. then after. i should hit the gym.it's been ages my friend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109183431168505589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109183431168505589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109183431168505589' title='6 August 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109173385171808992</id><published>2004-08-05T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T15:32:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 August 2004</title><summary type='text'>for me, going out by myself is romantic.it's like that episode of SEX IN THE CITYwhen carrie has an affair... with NEW YORKi'd like to think that there is always something to do on a saturday nitein LOS ANGELES bc there is....for most of what's out there at 11 o'clock in the eveningi don't really want to be a part of... not yetand on a completely-sort-of-off-topic note, NAPOLEAN </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109173385171808992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109173385171808992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109173385171808992' title='5 August 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109166167017965321</id><published>2004-08-04T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:21:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 August 2004</title><summary type='text'>today, i was rather gigglyin the office, i was listening to my co-worker lady, talk to this client that calls every day. at the same time. he always asks the same question. when i realized that she was talking to the same person that called earlier that day. i started laughing. thinking that i had my giggles under control, i took a sip of water. then.... i started choking. that's right. she put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109166167017965321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109166167017965321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109166167017965321' title='4 August 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109148370375873992</id><published>2004-08-02T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:55:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Aug 2004</title><summary type='text'>VILLAGE w. peeps yesterdayBJ'ssleepover. so fucking tired.didn't go to sleep til 5ishoh god. i need to go home now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109148370375873992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109148370375873992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109148370375873992' title='2 Aug 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109121979356004746</id><published>2004-07-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:36:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 July</title><summary type='text'>i fuckin hate the world right now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109121979356004746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109121979356004746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121979356004746' title='30 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109112943854143395</id><published>2004-07-29T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:30:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 July 2004</title><summary type='text'>i want to BOWL!like, right now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109112943854143395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109112943854143395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112943854143395' title='29 July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109104921179089478</id><published>2004-07-28T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:13:31.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 July</title><summary type='text'>found a new pool hall last niteit was cute. surprisingly, the room didn't reek of smokenor was it stuffy.there was even a living room.that's great.need to watch NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE, or noti want to go somewhere.the name of the game. resistance.enough with the month long binge.ooooooOOOOooo. we should all go to the SPEEDZONE bc it is racing and stuff and it is super fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109104921179089478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109104921179089478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109104921179089478' title='28 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109097112146241313</id><published>2004-07-27T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:32:01.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 July </title><summary type='text'>the only thing that makes me smile right nowis watching episode after episode of sex and the cityim depressed at the thought of leavingthis fucking sucks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109097112146241313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109097112146241313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109097112146241313' title='27 July '/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109087822614869262</id><published>2004-07-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:43:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 July</title><summary type='text'>i am at work yesterday, it was hot.im upset for some reasons. i think its bc i am tired. that's what usually happens. this thing with the being tired and laziness. it is not a good thing.it's weird-- with all the time in the world to do whatever the fuck i wanti don't know what to do.i finshed season 4 of SEX IN THE CITY.im in love with this show.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109087822614869262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109087822614869262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109087822614869262' title='26 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109062170646337601</id><published>2004-07-23T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T15:28:26.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOURS later on 23 JULY </title><summary type='text'>i've managed to simmer down, since the entry belowbut, im still hungry. it seems like i am always hungrythat's a bitch.i need to work on being, as my brother would say, "anorexic".that doesn't sound funny, but it's funny to us.on sunday, i will be meeting all the ppl who are going to italythat'll be funthere, i will discuss things with miriam,the potential roommateim off in 1 hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109062170646337601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109062170646337601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109062170646337601' title='HOURS later on 23 JULY '/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109060951012456989</id><published>2004-07-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T12:05:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 July</title><summary type='text'>so, i did it. i fucked up my final todayand im mad, but i hope that the feeling will die down in the next couple of hours.it's FRIDAY, for fuck sake.im so depressed. i think im going get McDonald's and eat my wayto hell.or i can eat some of the stashed chocolate i currently have in my drawer.shit. i've inflated again.oh. fuck it all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109060951012456989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109060951012456989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109060951012456989' title='23 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109053358065478923</id><published>2004-07-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:59:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 July </title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i was a hedonist in the officeim left with knicks, cuts, bruisestoday, im an office whoreeveryone is fighting over me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109053358065478923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109053358065478923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109053358065478923' title='22 July '/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109043662811180910</id><published>2004-07-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:03:48.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 July</title><summary type='text'>i didn't go to school this morning.when my mom noticed that my car was still in the drivewayshe knocked on my door, "eden, don't you have school today?"eden--grumble, grumble "no, it's optional"and with that, no more knocking.im surprised that i got away with that one. anyway, i have an assload of work to finish. i have a test tomorrow and i don't understand any of it.shit. i need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109043662811180910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109043662811180910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109043662811180910' title='21 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109036117845788783</id><published>2004-07-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T15:06:18.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 July</title><summary type='text'>so the weekend was most excellent. at least SATURDAY was. saturday. the morning. leslie, guz, the kt, and me went to play tennis at the courts by Greek theater.we were funny, playing. signature tennis move of the day- "the GUZ" ::crotchal thrust, with ball hit between legs to other side of court it was bastardly hot. so we decided to go to Albertsons and buy some mini-waterguns and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109036117845788783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109036117845788783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109036117845788783' title='20 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-109002207585161598</id><published>2004-07-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T16:54:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 July </title><summary type='text'>so this is what i am gonna do.due to dissatisfaction of my seats at Sarah's concert.im gonna go to her Europe tour.woot woot.i think i will watch the show in Switzerland, bc it is close yay!i'll be her american fan. let's just see if i have enough money. alrite. and at work today, i learned a lot of shit.and instead of giving faxes to my colleagues, i received some.memorandums were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109002207585161598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/109002207585161598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109002207585161598' title='16 July '/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108992854798108357</id><published>2004-07-15T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T15:58:18.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 July 2004</title><summary type='text'>so, i went to the concert last nite. and it was fucking awesome.   being there, well, it was orgasmic.   i have been waiting for more than 6 years to go to Sarah's concert . childhood dream fulfilled. i am a happy bird.   i love her. i do. i would have her babies. the way i was yelling her name out, i might as well....  yup    no, the feelings of excitement will gradually die down. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108992854798108357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108992854798108357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108992854798108357' title='15 July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108983994712256957</id><published>2004-07-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T14:56:02.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 July</title><summary type='text'>the concert: 4 hours away i think the excitement will soon war off, when i realize how far away i am actually sitting. dammit i have a test tomorrow. w/e lately, my 3 hour classes have been an hour and a half that's bc during the break. i leave. so i dont really ditch. i still go to class, i just leave earlier than the whole 6 other ppl that attend class. that's so sad. i would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108983994712256957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108983994712256957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108983994712256957' title='14 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108974711562319632</id><published>2004-07-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T12:31:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 July</title><summary type='text'>there are strange forces at work here.2 more daysi feel as if it were my death approaching, but it's not.it is a mere state of nirvana that i will reachwhen the notes of Sarah's music ring the drums in my earsthen will i collapse, as they do, when zealous sermon-giversput their palm to a sinner's forehead.just like that.(save, my experience will be 100x better) i need to dress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108974711562319632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108974711562319632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974711562319632' title='13 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108965936690506712</id><published>2004-07-12T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:09:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 July</title><summary type='text'>3 more days til the concertso bloody excitedmy brother is gonna hafta be my datebc no one else can share my passion for Sarah's musicathe weekend sucked major ass!it was so lazy.this is all my mom's fault.sat.went to my mom's office for an hour or so, only got a little work done. that was a waste of time. Bessie got new breaks.got home from 4-11 sat on my ass and watched TVthe SVU </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108965936690506712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108965936690506712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108965936690506712' title='12 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108948600617582292</id><published>2004-07-10T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:00:06.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 July </title><summary type='text'>im sorry to say this,but notdo not condemn me for waiting for Ashlee Simpson's album to come outbc i think that song- "Pieces of Me"is very cutelast nite i rented THE DANGEROUS LIVES OF ALTER BOYSIN THE BEDROOMSCARY MOVIE 3today i am drowing myself in Sarah's music, im going into the phasal.2 more weeks til school is outthings to do---MAGIC MOUNTAINGO SHOPPING for preparral</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108948600617582292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108948600617582292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948600617582292' title='10 July '/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108941757475453254</id><published>2004-07-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:59:34.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 July 2004</title><summary type='text'>what has she done today?yesterday,at work i wasn't dickin' around.i really really tried to do my hw.but, you know, a lot of disgruntled callersi had to type letters--typing letters doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is.you don't want to send the wrong message to the wrong personthen my ass would be fired.i had to fix the forkin' fax machine.there was hardly a moment of peace.so i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108941757475453254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108941757475453254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108941757475453254' title='9 July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108931239056542864</id><published>2004-07-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T11:46:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 July 2004</title><summary type='text'>ah yet again. im sitting at work. and im only doing this bc everyone else went to a seminar and im here just to man the stations. answer calls and shit.im grateful for this--bc i have a test tomorrow and i don't get it, bc professor doesn't explain things well.what am i doing in math.ellipses, foci, directrix,and stuff.huh, wha? yes, i don't no comprendo.anyway, im in trouble again. bc i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108931239056542864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108931239056542864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108931239056542864' title='8 July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108924173789264029</id><published>2004-07-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T16:08:57.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 July 2004</title><summary type='text'>i am so fucking tired man.so fucking tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108924173789264029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108924173789264029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108924173789264029' title='7 July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108915627767908818</id><published>2004-07-06T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T16:24:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 July</title><summary type='text'>hard to believe that summerschool is over in two weeksto me, this week is practically over.when summer school is over, eden needs to work full time in order to make more money.yesterdaywatched DODGEBALL w. LESLIE &amp; the KT. the movie was alright. it had its moments."donde esta la biblioteca"boy's pubes sticking out of his swimsuitwe went to WAHOO's after. good stuff. good stufffor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108915627767908818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108915627767908818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108915627767908818' title='6 July'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108880956862529051</id><published>2004-07-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:06:08.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2  July 2004</title><summary type='text'>so i arrived  at work,o today is gonna be so lax bc it's fridayand it's the friday before long weekendoh no, you are wrong baby.flood of work today.flood.it's ok, it makes time go faster.i had to copy some stuff for a client,and he was gonna arrive to pick me at a certain hourso i was rushing.then you know, nothing goes wrong.hahaha.of course the copying machine has to get all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108880956862529051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108880956862529051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108880956862529051' title='2  July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108872823087846951</id><published>2004-07-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:30:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 JULY 2004</title><summary type='text'>so since i have time.still at work, mind youthis is my schedule.MONDAY-FRIDAY5am wake up (study)7.30-10.30 math11.00-5.30pm work6-8 gym8.30-11pm hwgood nite.this whole thing with the work. it is so foreign to me.it's only the second day,but i'm quite cocky and loud.well, louder than a new employee would be.yah, so anyway. i feel important. i like that im gonna get a paycheck.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108872823087846951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108872823087846951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108872823087846951' title='1 JULY 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108871648198675897</id><published>2004-07-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:14:41.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01 July 2004</title><summary type='text'>im at work.'nuff said.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108871648198675897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108871648198675897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871648198675897' title='01 July 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108861507080721411</id><published>2004-06-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T10:04:30.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 June </title><summary type='text'>so i failed my math test today.im sure it was easy, but i tend to fuck things up.balls balls balls.i got home around 9ami ate.i need to do some hw, cause i have a test tomorrow.so, i think im going to work at 11amim supposed to be some kind of filing clerk/secretary type thing.filing clerk = filing stuffsecretary= phone + computer + filing (opening them)so im gonna do both of those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108861507080721411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108861507080721411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108861507080721411' title='30 June '/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108839309042267569</id><published>2004-06-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:24:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>good times were had yesterdayoh yah. the fun should last me for a couple of weeks.there is so much too mention, but i don't do detail anymore.so let's do it in fragments.the day was really pretty. thank the gods!KT and me- lots of erands. waiting and burning and reserving a pit, bc most of them were taken.enter: KRISTINA, LEE, RANDY, and ANNE. woot.a lost crew calls later for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108839309042267569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108839309042267569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108839309042267569' title='27 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108810205902464254</id><published>2004-06-24T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:34:19.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 June</title><summary type='text'>so i was talking to JanJan the other dayand we were getting bloody depressed right.and then she asked me about some italy stuff and when was i leavingand i was like Sept 2and then i was thinking. HOLY SHIT! that isnt that far.and then i got all sad and teary-eyed bc i was likeman, i haven't been away from home for a long time w/omy mom and my favorite ppl.and then i was like.i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108810205902464254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108810205902464254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108810205902464254' title='24 June'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108802491806436563</id><published>2004-06-23T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:08:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>today iwas so vomiting curse words like no other.every other word must have been 'fuck'when this truck was tailgaiting me. FUCKER!when i made stupid mistakes on my easy ass test. STUPID FUCKER!i believe that i've calmed down.but i am growing lazier by the minute.i am sucky, sucky lazy fucker.i need to be revitalized.I HATE MATH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108802491806436563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108802491806436563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108802491806436563' title='22 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108750691033035923</id><published>2004-06-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:15:10.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>im in leslie's lair.we just came from the gym in hollywood.was very tiring.we are going to watch SAVED!i believe im excited.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108750691033035923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108750691033035923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750691033035923' title='17 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108719358098528990</id><published>2004-06-13T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T23:13:00.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>i had a good, unhealthy weekendfriday nite. did go out with beth. she teach-a-me how to do the golf.i must say that surely together, we can kick some asswent to mimi's after and were planning our summer.a lot needs to be done.got home and called leslie. stayed on the phone til 2somethinga lot was said.saturday. spent with family. girls day: mom, sister, me.had breakfast. went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108719358098528990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108719358098528990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108719358098528990' title='13 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108698602203546425</id><published>2004-06-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T13:33:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>im done with finals. i have to return on monday, for a new schedule.math 37.30-10.30ami don't know what classroom it's in. oh well.tonite, i believe that im going out golfing w. the bethel.yah, we are gonna be so cool.beth is gonna have to transfer her skillax unto me.tonite  i will watch LOST IN TRANSLATIONMYSTIC RIVERtomorrow i need to clean my room and turn in all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108698602203546425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108698602203546425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108698602203546425' title='11 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108680865722582343</id><published>2004-06-09T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T12:17:37.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 June 2004 Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>so last nite i saw MAMMA MIA!good stuff.air drumming with dildos. that's different.and i watched Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN.if you're into soft porn, rent it.the fucking opening scene... was just that...fucking.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108680865722582343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108680865722582343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108680865722582343' title='9 June 2004 Wednesday'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108666967304289504</id><published>2004-06-07T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:41:13.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>so i just finished my poli sci final. it is crap, i know. but, i am done with it. i know that i will get a B at the least. and therefore ruin my GPA.i was so close. o crap crap crap.my italian final was good. it is done.i will study for philo tomorrow.and then i have history left and then, it will be done.history is my bitch final.it will be the hardest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108666967304289504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108666967304289504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108666967304289504' title='7 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108661863864624008</id><published>2004-06-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T07:30:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>im sofa king hungry.first day of finals. haven't studied yet. should go to library to do that.tomorrow nite. im watching MAMMA MIA!haven't watched saved! yet. wtf?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108661863864624008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108661863864624008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661863864624008' title='7 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108645338566320987</id><published>2004-06-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T09:36:25.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>NOTE! i thnk we's gonna have to push the BEACH to the next weekend which would be saturday-- June 26.the BEACH (Hunington Beach)will be day/evening event.day to run around in the water/bon fire por la nocheJUNE 26 Saturdayshall we make this official?HARRY POTTER! saw it last nite. interesting direction.ppl: leslie, guz, doug,ness, jerry,marilynwent to visit kt after, she was our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108645338566320987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108645338566320987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645338566320987' title='5 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108628044109348849</id><published>2004-06-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:34:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>last nite was very cool. IMMAC graduation. at the kodak theater. it was nice.everyone looked real gorgeous. what a moment.saw a buttload of ppl. KIM! love her. and ALEX, who-in her words- "hasn't changed". same 'ol Alex. MIRIAM, with whom i made plans. a lot, a lot of ppl.after getting lost in the crowd, in search of teachers and graduates, some of us went to Denny's. the kairos one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108628044109348849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108628044109348849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108628044109348849' title='3 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108610107012614938</id><published>2004-06-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T07:44:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 June 2004</title><summary type='text'>the first day of june. yay.the beginning of junes reminds one of graduation and departure and job hunting and that korean girl we went to high school with.i've gathered a butt load of job applications, even from places i don't want to work. i thnk i might aim for GELSON's just bc there's food in there and bc my VID JOURNEY's is right next door. potential for eden to have movie fest increases.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108610107012614938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108610107012614938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610107012614938' title='1 June 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108577101319360362</id><published>2004-05-28T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T12:03:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still Friday</title><summary type='text'>forgot to mention:last nite i did a stupid thing. let's just say it involves sharp utensils and now, i can't see anymore. shit.why eden whyeden doesn't remember that her face is not fit for bang-wearing.anyway. next friday, i believe HARRY POTTER is out. who is gonna watch it at midnite? uh uh uh yah. comeon ppl. come on.oh and if anyone wants to go with me to breakfast nxt friday. it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108577101319360362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108577101319360362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108577101319360362' title='still Friday'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108575790912635192</id><published>2004-05-28T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T08:25:09.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>two more weeks of school. spring semester for eden ends june 11. summer session begins june 14. awww. a two whole days of summer break. piss. it's ok, i think.at least, i only have one class. math 3: college algebra. mon-fri. 7:30-10:30am.it sucks that i can't have friday breakfast w ppl. bc that totally could have been a cool weekly thing to do. would have been so cool.i need to get a job. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108575790912635192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108575790912635192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575790912635192' title='28 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108566945509248604</id><published>2004-05-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T07:50:55.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>last nite.. i managed to accomplish NOTHING. big surprise. it seems im only a work whore if im at the library and w/ friend. i don't know why it works, but it does.my brother and me were hacky-sacking. It was really funny. We played it with the "ugly" points: " If you drop it, you're 'ugly'" Believe me this works. Points, of course, are read as UGLY 1, UGLY 2, etc. nobody wants to be ugly.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108566945509248604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108566945509248604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566945509248604' title='27 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108558266815369984</id><published>2004-05-26T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T07:44:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>bitch: i hate this WEATHER! i hate it. i hate it. i hate it.whatever.the weekend. it would be 3 days. i want to go out ppl. may be i will take my brother to watch MEAN GIRLS again. bc he wants to watch it. fo shoo. maybe i'll drive out to carson to get some jollibee. maybe i could stay home for one weekend to take care of my papers and studying that i should do. i could get work done at home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108558266815369984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108558266815369984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558266815369984' title='26 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108549550156368827</id><published>2004-05-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T07:31:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 May 2005</title><summary type='text'>i remember senior year around the same time. Renee calling a certain teacher to greet her HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and then that teacher having to recount that dreadful story.anyhow, just cause im dorky and am bloody bored.HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Ms. AP teacher!moving along.i don't really have anything to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108549550156368827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108549550156368827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549550156368827' title='25 May 2005'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108541067678631879</id><published>2004-05-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T07:57:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>i went to Church again yesterday. what is that?i don't know, maybe it's bc it's a Protestant Church that I am attending.I would convert and everything, but I would be betraying my Fasha's side of the family and the process of converting is annoying.I think the only thing I have been consistent in this year is my acquisition of parking tickets. On saturday, I not only managed to get one for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108541067678631879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108541067678631879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541067678631879' title='24 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108515113430160150</id><published>2004-05-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T07:52:14.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>First and Foremost,I'd like to give a shout out to my SD sista, yo.HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRYSTAL!i hope you get KAKEd. get it, get it, get it. probably not, bc you will probably never read this, bc you just probably won't. but, anyway, i sended my love in that envelope i sent.in liter news, i finally bought my bras. damn.ooooohhhh and the most exciting news. i FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108515113430160150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108515113430160150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515113430160150' title='21 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108489154472002432</id><published>2004-05-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T07:45:44.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>today is my niece's birthday.NIECE, Happy Birthday!i am sitting in the computer cafe, doing this, 20 more minutes til i can register. there are 22 seats left in the class. o me, o my.i realize that i won't really have a vacation until a long ass time from now, like in August. That'll be a bastard.anyway, it's better that i keep busy.I HOPE ALL YOU PPL WHO HAD INTENTIONS TO GO HERE DURING</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108489154472002432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108489154472002432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108489154472002432' title='18 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108485530883694064</id><published>2004-05-17T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:41:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tickled</title><summary type='text'>i own these:i will own this:sleepwear, for when it is bastardly hot.o. and i was tickled when my mom had to type "shit for brains" in the essay i had writ</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108485530883694064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108485530883694064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485530883694064' title='tickled'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108485363195774521</id><published>2004-05-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:13:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>Just another manic Monday.No, today wasn't manic. it shouldn't be manic, considering that i did most of my stuff on the weekend.That's right.On saturday, i woke up early went to le gym: i felt alive. but then quickly grew tired.Went to library con KT. Whilst she was doing some stuff (i.e.dilly dally, sleep, hehe), I got 4 pages of my term paper done. i was so proud of myself. so bloody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108485363195774521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108485363195774521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485363195774521' title='17 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108449625566947020</id><published>2004-05-13T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T17:57:35.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still thursday</title><summary type='text'>thank god it's over!i think the interview went well. i hope so. i met fellow interviewee, she was nice. potential roommate? maybe.i will get my denial/acceptance letter next week.Will 3 months in Italy be a chapter in my life?who can say?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108449625566947020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108449625566947020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108449625566947020' title='still thursday'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108446064453655313</id><published>2004-05-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T08:04:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>day of interview...i think im going to piss on myself.::prays really hard:: please please please please please please please accept me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108446064453655313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108446064453655313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108446064453655313' title='13 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108433903890711746</id><published>2004-05-11T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:17:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite of CRAP</title><summary type='text'>bookJunk Politics: The Trashing of the American MindBenjamin DeMottthis is the kind of shit i write when i am scared shitless:I. Thesis: DeMott ‘s evaluation of politics during the Reagan era thru the current Bush administration pushes politics into a realm of non-sense. It seems that DeMott calls the very essence of politics—false promises, image selling, and media ploys—junk. When has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108433903890711746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108433903890711746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433903890711746' title='Nite of CRAP'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108433019044256637</id><published>2004-05-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:49:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>i am so screwed! i should outline my term paper bc i am having a meeting with my professor tomorrow. she is supposed to be looking at the draft, but i kind of don't have it. it is a 5pg paper, which is nothing really. It is like any essay in english. i just have no desire to do it is all. poop.i don't know where to begin. CRAAAAP!i have an interview on THURSDAY for the italy thing. i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108433019044256637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108433019044256637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433019044256637' title='11 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108428684051806562</id><published>2004-05-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T07:47:20.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>saturday in san diego was good.woke up. showered in a shower with excellent water pressure. for once.had breakfast/brunch, might as well be lunch, with immac girls. janice to the second power, robin, diana, margie, and michelle.said goodbye to SHARLENE and KRYSTAL. btw, krystal wants my shades. but, i knew that already bc we have the same taste in accessories. maybe i will just give 'em to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108428684051806562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108428684051806562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428684051806562' title='11 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108403540233013724</id><published>2004-05-08T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T09:59:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>it's Saturday morning and i am in la ciudad de San Diego. woot.yesterday. i went to my classes and was relieved by the test scores that i was given. praise.then i went home and my goddaughter, the devil incarnate, was there. i think she is obsessed with me or something bc every bloody five seconds she would ask me what i was doing and would follow me everywhere. i was in a hurry ( even though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108403540233013724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108403540233013724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403540233013724' title='8 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108394144920983632</id><published>2004-05-07T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T07:54:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>last nite's series finale of FRIENDS got me feklempted.it was good.annoying. my sister called me every time it was all emotional or whatever, she started screaming and claimed in her feklemptedness that we would buy all the seasons. heh. i don't have any money. so she is going to buy all of them dvds.at least she isn't buying all the X Files seasons which are $100+. that is an insane amount </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108394144920983632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108394144920983632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394144920983632' title='7 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108376988862732530</id><published>2004-05-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T08:14:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el CINCO de mayo</title><summary type='text'>the party happens later.i should really consider correcting my blog entries.. the last one.. feel as opposed to fell. oh well.Fascism and Nazism, I finished the short paper.. last nite.i bought that corny shirt: "everyone loves an asian girl", it should read: "everyone loves a pacific islander"cause there's a difference. whatever.im not going to school tomorrow because.. i don't know. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108376988862732530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108376988862732530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376988862732530' title='el CINCO de mayo'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108368098634743149</id><published>2004-05-04T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T07:32:29.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>i wonder if it is safe to do anything tomorrow. Everyone will be all riled up, it's like another St. Patty's day, but not.eh. im bored. i shouldn't be.last nite. in my attempt to swallow 40 pages of JUNK POLITICS, i feel asleep due to the dry heat. I feel asleep in a weird position, so all of the blood rushed to my head and when i woke up -- i kinda felt dead. actually not, I had this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108368098634743149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108368098634743149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108368098634743149' title='4 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108359427994628604</id><published>2004-05-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T07:27:41.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 May 2004</title><summary type='text'>i watched MEAN GIRLS w my sister on saturday. now that i think of it, recollecting some parts, it was pretty funny.need to get a lot of stuff done today.im off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108359427994628604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108359427994628604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359427994628604' title='3 May 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108337537102578761</id><published>2004-04-30T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T18:40:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 April</title><summary type='text'>yah. i really did a horrible job on my tests today.i feel bad about that. even though im done with them, i don't feel as though a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. i feel ick.im looking forward to going to SD, but i am dreading the work that i am supposed to finish before i go there. ya know. yah.anyway, im off to write my essays and finish my book. outline my term paper. study </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108337537102578761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108337537102578761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108337537102578761' title='30 April'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108333591806212989</id><published>2004-04-30T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T07:41:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>i had good times days before this,butright now.i feel really fucked. oktwo tests that i am not prepared for. ok, im off to be fucked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108333591806212989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108333591806212989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333591806212989' title='30 April 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108256150765679290</id><published>2004-04-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:34:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>secretaries day. i like it when my mom brings home flowers, whether its fr her bosses or just from the lobby.this morning. so frikkin excited when srta. emailed me back, saying she would write me a recommendation. egad!im so the happy. i think im visiting ih tomorrow.ieri was molto divertente.kt and me had a field day yesterday. we had the thai bbq (not cool, bc i was wearing my already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108256150765679290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108256150765679290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256150765679290' title='21 April 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108247171667080217</id><published>2004-04-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T07:38:13.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>i got my midterm back(poli sci) yesterday. the one that i failed. save-- i didn't fail it..woot.yah, not much to say except.it's funny how a lot of time was spent on the phone during senior...that's when i knew that time flew by.but, this year.. it is just joking around w my ma and my brother.last nite, my mom made fun of my brother and i totally peed a little. i am 19 years old and this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108247171667080217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108247171667080217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247171667080217' title='20 April 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108238643468476646</id><published>2004-04-19T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T07:56:51.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>back to school.i remember why i don't like vacations- bc when i realize i have to come back after bliss, it is so much more painful.but but buti must extend a great big thanks to made my vacation so frikkin fun. basically that would be anyone and everyone i saw.i feel so accomplished- not for school stuff. oh no, when i decided that i would have fun on this spring break, i fucked myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108238643468476646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108238643468476646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238643468476646' title='19 April 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108172819703182189</id><published>2004-04-11T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:06:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>let me just say..SD is friggin beautiful. holy lord.the beach is like right there. the school is right here. that my friends is perfectionno success in even-ning out my farmer's tan. poop. however, marge and aica managed to get a charcoal-like tan? twas strange.will to eat. sleeping in the same room w aica is not safe. esp with the ghost stories.talking with margie's roommate, michelle,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108172819703182189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108172819703182189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108172819703182189' title='11 April 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108165324692984167</id><published>2004-04-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T13:05:09.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>im in San Diego. yay! the thing that i have been anticipating for the longest time. woot woot.yesterday, quite stressful with group projects and tests that were unstudied for. but, i was in a whatever mood.so i expect to return to shit. whatever. im on bloody vacation....finally.i went to the gym after a 4 day hiatus. beast!this morning i woke up at 6.30 to figure out what i was doing. if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108165324692984167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108165324692984167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebeebehere.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165324692984167' title='10 April 2004'/><author><name>eden shat up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324073353992844506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757803.post-108143700153934529</id><published>2004-04-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T08:12:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 April 2004</title><summary type='text'>entry: no desperate undertonesppl.different ppl.did you ever notice that you're not the same around everyone.cosmos.ooOOoo. i don't like this already.come eden, spit it out. hock it out, if you have to.with no intro or body, i have come to this conclusion. forgive it.some of us change. some of us are disappointed, or not. more like- disheartened. is it possible that some remain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757803/posts/default/108143700153934529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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