<?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-4017700</id><updated>2011-07-28T02:25:20.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Circles</title><subtitle type='html'>Public Blog of Laura Howe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-112146842619309963</id><published>2005-07-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:32:00.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I've decided to phase out blogger and phase in livejournal.  Its all neat and my brother is on it and stuff. *Obsolete*Actually, my blog home is now http://melissa-house.blogspot.com where you can find me posting about the recession and poor skills.  But in a pleasant, upbeat way!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/112146842619309963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=112146842619309963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/112146842619309963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/112146842619309963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-ive-decided-to-phase-out-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-111742224202622112</id><published>2005-05-29T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:04:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, 3 posts in a whole term.. might be a record.  Anyway, to breifly update, I was feeling much better for like, a week or 2, and now I'm once again in the dumps.  Anyway, I can't wait for school to be over so I can go escape to my dad's and get some nurturing.  I read the ladder theory today and I found it incredibly uncool.  I also watched a bunch of Sailor moon, which made me feel better, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/111742224202622112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=111742224202622112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111742224202622112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111742224202622112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-3-posts-in-whole-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-111544568876064081</id><published>2005-05-06T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:01:28.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually feel like writing.. but its just venting really.  More or less I am uncharachteristicly angry and jealous.  I am angry at the universe that doesn't go my way, I am jealous of everyone walking around acting happy and everyone who mentions their family, oh, and everyone who hangs out with Jay.  I feel so isolated, and like I really need to express myself, but as soon as I go out in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/111544568876064081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=111544568876064081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111544568876064081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111544568876064081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-actually-feel-like-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-111489026986753150</id><published>2005-04-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:44:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I'm posting, due to popular demand.. sortof.  So whats happened in the last month?  Mostly, I have been very tired and emotional all the time.  And I had dental work which has been giving me pain for the last 3 weeks.  I guess my mother dies, and Dan drinks, and I wait 4 months and become inconsolably mopey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/111489026986753150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=111489026986753150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111489026986753150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111489026986753150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-im-posting-due-to-popular-demand.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-111196035648212844</id><published>2005-03-27T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T13:52:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lot has happened recently.I went to coronet and had a good time with Kati, Jay, Valerie, and Piper, I went home to see my dear old Dad, I bought a computer (Dell laptop), Jay's friends from Washington came to visit, liked it, and have rented an apartment 5 blocks away.  Jay has moved out (in with them). (no, no trouble with the relationship, just needing more space). And I start school tomorrow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/111196035648212844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=111196035648212844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111196035648212844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111196035648212844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/03/lot-has-happened-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-111032289771304267</id><published>2005-03-08T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:01:37.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well well.  Its dead week and I had no idea.  This morning was FAR too eventful and involved getting very upset about nothing much, cleaning up a broken bottle, eating pizza and sampling new toothpaste that the dentist gave me in tiny squeezy packets (Orange flavor!) And someone trying to kill Jay.  That someone is his coworker who is now in jail.  Thats is all I know at this point.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/111032289771304267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=111032289771304267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111032289771304267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111032289771304267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-111032264040682483</id><published>2005-03-08T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:57:20.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the quiz at dicepool.comThis survey is completely scientific. Despite the mind-boggling complexity of mankind, the billions of distinctly different personalities found on Earth can easily be divided into seven simple categories that correspond to the five Platonic solids, a pseudo polyhedron, and whatever the hell a d100 is. The results of this quiz should be considered not only meaningful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/111032264040682483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=111032264040682483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111032264040682483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/111032264040682483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/03/take-quiz-at-dicepool.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110928168259463840</id><published>2005-02-24T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T13:48:42.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well.  I'm just a little bit enthusiastic about cooking.  that is to say.  I like cooking a lot and reight now I am especially interested in pinapple upside-down cake.  When was the last time you had one?  Wouldn't you like to?   Here is some info about it.   there are tons of recipies online about it.  I'm going home to make some right now!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110928168259463840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110928168259463840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110928168259463840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110928168259463840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110910128500135122</id><published>2005-02-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:41:25.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So. Last night was neat.  I made a mix tape for taking to the YMCA which was exciting because my tape recorder has not been known to work lately.  And then Mark came over and we listned to his mix CD that he made to commemorate Hunter S. Thompson.  Then Colin came over and and we watched Taxi driver amid lots of boyezness and dinkinng of fourties on behalf of HST and eachother.  Then Colin went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110910128500135122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110910128500135122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110910128500135122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110910128500135122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/so_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110869183086360939</id><published>2005-02-17T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:57:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><summary type='text'>Jay and mark after getting tired of shooting the neighbor kids are having a squirt gun standoff in my hall.  I am hiding in the bathroom.This message was sent from mMode on a wireless phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110869183086360939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110869183086360939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110869183086360939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110869183086360939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110850464248129019</id><published>2005-02-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:57:22.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.  They are testing the security and alarm systems at the library here and so every 20 minutes there are flashy lights and a very calm voice telling everyone to evacuate the building.  Noone is doing so aparently because of a very small sign by the entrance that says that they are testing stuff.  In other news I purchaced a highlighter, missed Jason Webley, signed up at the YMCA.  Also my Comm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110850464248129019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110850464248129019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110850464248129019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110850464248129019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110850400702753664</id><published>2005-02-15T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:46:47.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is weird.  neat?LJ Friends Meme by .embresponse {font-weight: bolder;}• You must tell 9 people about this game.• Jay is the one that you love.• Dan is one you like but can't work out.• You care most about Kati.• Anne is the one who knows you very well.• Marike is your lucky star.• I can never be your woman is the song that matches with Jay.• hash pipe is the song for Dan.• Roxanne is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110850400702753664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110850400702753664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110850400702753664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110850400702753664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110834608661878987</id><published>2005-02-13T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:56:51.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, my mother's birthday was yesterday and I went out to breakfast to celebrate.  I had awesome strawberry french toast.  Then went home and lay around all day watching movies.  Also, I have a plan to make foccacia bread, so i did the prep for that.  Then work which I am tired of.  I want a new Job *Laura Hates Job Searching* Also, there is a new planned Parenthood going in a block from my house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110834608661878987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110834608661878987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110834608661878987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110834608661878987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-my-mothers-birthday-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110807830385640244</id><published>2005-02-10T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T15:31:43.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am at school.  on Tuesday I was all excited about non school things.  I didn't go to school. I made soup.  I was sortof guilty because we had some homework due in Econ and a quiz in Comm.  However, today I went to classes and apparently noone could figure out how to do the homework, so its due next week instead, and only half the class showed up at comm so they postponed the quiz, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110807830385640244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110807830385640244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110807830385640244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110807830385640244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-i-am-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110746383980924831</id><published>2005-02-03T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T12:50:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><summary type='text'>I had an excellent candlemas yesterday. I made lamb meat balls but i couldn find ground lamb so i broke out the meat grinder.  Jay put it together and ground up the meat. Also, i made bread.  I think it is wonderful! Today my teacher skipped class. Frustrating as i was all excited. This message was sent from mMode on a wireless phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110746383980924831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110746383980924831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110746383980924831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110746383980924831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110731257794691473</id><published>2005-02-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:49:37.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday.  Tomorrow is Candlemes and I'm more excited than I had expected.  I'm at the library homeworking right now so that tomorrow I won't have any obligations and I can relax like a holiday deserves.  And.. If I'd have thought of it earlier, I thought of good things to send out for Candlemas Cards.  It really is exciting.. Almost not winter.  If I didn't mention earlier, Jay is employed!  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110731257794691473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110731257794691473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110731257794691473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110731257794691473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110703301550356633</id><published>2005-01-29T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:10:15.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am getting all withdrawl-y for SCA.  I'm re-reading SCA-y books.  And getting all excitable about SCA-y crafts.  Last night I even dreamed that I was at a big SCA e-vent at a place that was a combination of a conference center and an underground strip mall.  Kindof like the lower levels of Pike Place Market.  The first part of the Movie was all about hanging out with Troy.. the semi-mysterious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110703301550356633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110703301550356633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110703301550356633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110703301550356633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-getting-all-withdrawl-y-for-sca.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110703104705867795</id><published>2005-01-29T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:37:27.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Horrible Affliction are you?A Rum and Monkey disease.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110703104705867795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110703104705867795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110703104705867795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110703104705867795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-horrible-affliction-are-youa-rum.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110686482875730971</id><published>2005-01-27T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:27:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News:Went to a poetry slam.  I wonder if there are any really good topics for poetry, as almost everything seems like such an obvious choice.Got sick.  Pretty convinced I did it to myself through intense and stupid worrying.  Noteto self: don't do that.  Jay is making me soup and other such cool things.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110686482875730971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110686482875730971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110686482875730971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110686482875730971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/news-went-to-poetry-slam.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110686464890103028</id><published>2005-01-27T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:24:08.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                  Take the Star Trek Quiz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110686464890103028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110686464890103028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110686464890103028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110686464890103028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-star-trek-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110662766850821682</id><published>2005-01-24T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:34:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?A Rum and Monkey joint.In addition I'm a homework MANIAC.  And I found a 10 Euro coin.  its pretty and gold.  I found it in the library where the homework deities reside.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110662766850821682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110662766850821682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110662766850821682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110662766850821682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-survivor-of-impending-nuclear_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110651867448557656</id><published>2005-01-23T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T14:17:54.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am worth $1,459,000.00 on HumanForSale.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110651867448557656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110651867448557656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110651867448557656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110651867448557656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-worth-1459000.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110627807421094927</id><published>2005-01-20T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:27:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis</title><summary type='text'>Well now.  The boy is stranded in Medford. Missed the last bus and all that.  Stupid bus stupid boy.  But its a little excitement anyway and there is nothing wrong with that.  Tee hee.  He is currently waiting at the book store. I an waiting for my neighbors girlfriend to come and hopefully get him.This message was sent from mMode on a Cingular phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110627807421094927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110627807421094927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110627807421094927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110627807421094927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/crisis.html' title='Crisis'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110620394480890109</id><published>2005-01-19T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:52:24.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><summary type='text'>Tonight i just got back from an o s p i r g meeting.  It was a bit boring but also kind of fun. There were lots of excitable activist-y types. So yeah. And them we went out for pizza and beer with mark. FunThis message was sent from mMode on a Cingular phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110620394480890109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110620394480890109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110620394480890109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110620394480890109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110608025414495184</id><published>2005-01-18T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T12:30:54.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not being a good blogger because anything interesting is either 1) Too personal or 2) In my head or 3) Not actually very interesting.That said I do exist still and I'm not in the depths of dispair.  I want to not be worried about anything anymore.  I feel that this should be doable.  As long as I can figure out why I worry when I could be just accepting.  This is turning out to involve me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110608025414495184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110608025414495184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110608025414495184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110608025414495184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-not-being-good-blogger-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110558192874024983</id><published>2005-01-12T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:05:28.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)ModerateLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)LowLevel 7 (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110558192874024983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110558192874024983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110558192874024983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110558192874024983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/dantes-inferno-test-has-banished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110479601523609742</id><published>2005-01-03T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T15:46:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a somewhat stressful but ultimately worthwhile christmas break I am back in Ashland.  There was a lot of being sick in more dramatic than usual ways.  There was a lot of being sad about my mother.  But I also got to be santa claus and see Dan's work. New years was very nice and somewhat quiet. And New years Day was beautiful and involved Jay being an excellent person in my proximity.  I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110479601523609742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110479601523609742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110479601523609742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110479601523609742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-somewhat-stressful-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110376948319804568</id><published>2004-12-22T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:38:03.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in gig harbor.  I had lots of fun with cedric and anna, although I was quite sore from moving and unpacking (so I thought)  I get to seattle, I'm if anything MORE SORE with nausea and headach.  I say "could it be a reaction to those ant-biotics?"  At this point I'm thinking no, I'm just sick.  fevery achey choughing sick.  However, it will still be good to go to california.  Hopefully I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110376948319804568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110376948319804568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110376948319804568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110376948319804568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-in-gig-harbor.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110341956914023791</id><published>2004-12-17T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:26:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>again i say it. Im having a hard time being alone. It makes of feel all panicy sometimes. Emailing helps. Blogging helps. I cant wait til christmas is over and i am back here with jay. I dont want to go! I want to hide here and be cozy with my family here. So not going to happen though. Sad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110341956914023791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110341956914023791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110341956914023791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110341956914023791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/12/again-i-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110326867371085346</id><published>2004-12-16T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:28:18.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well well.  I wrote a fairly consise and meaningful blog entry from my phone last night or yesterday afternoon actually.  But it didn't work.  So.  I get to see what I can do while less inspired.  I miss Jay.  I do not like this.  I wish I could be more emotionally independant.  I hate the idea that I can't do without other people being nice to me.  However, my stint in Eugene and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110326867371085346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110326867371085346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110326867371085346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110326867371085346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110246234991587599</id><published>2004-12-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:32:29.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, here I am in the new library.  They have weird chairs where the seat is not actually afixed to the wheelie thing.  there are semi-flexible peices that are attached to the arms that meet under the seat and fix to the wheel assemble deal.  Its a little like a hammock.  It appears Jay is going to stay here.  He is as I type getting a job.. that is to say applying for one.  I have a faint concern</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110246234991587599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110246234991587599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110246234991587599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110246234991587599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-here-i-am-in-new-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110213998450411691</id><published>2004-12-03T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:59:44.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey hey,Well, the jist of the moving is that comercial got tipped off that Maryann has a roomate not on the lease and I figured that 1 Its better not to stick around and get in trouble if they feel like following up on that2 I'm going to Gig Harbor for the holidays and will be leaving 10 days before Maryann.  I figured it would be good to get a jump on the moving and not be harrassed and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110213998450411691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110213998450411691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110213998450411691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110213998450411691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-hey-well-jist-of-moving-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110145527693502242</id><published>2004-11-25T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:47:56.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woot, thanksgiving.  Except I hardly remember it.. there was turkey, and, um dancing to Frank Zappa, and I think I remember some converation of some sort.  So weird.  I am just in a fog.  I did a bunch of cooking earlyish, and made a big mess and was highly emotional, although I didn't cry in the food.  And then I went to Sadies and auto-Laura took over.  It wasn't bad, but I feel like maybe I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110145527693502242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110145527693502242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110145527693502242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110145527693502242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/woot-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110119361454581896</id><published>2004-11-22T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:06:54.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eek!  I am fairly convinced that I am getting Maryann's cold.  How unpleasant!  Also, Its growing in my nose, so I can't even gargle with salt water or various other unpleasant home remedies for scratchy throats.  The only thing that has ever worked at this stage was a hot tub and whisky.  I guess its not to late for a hot bath, but our bathtub is so shallow as to be kindof a joke for people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110119361454581896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110119361454581896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110119361454581896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110119361454581896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/eek-i-am-fairly-convinced-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110108916618409215</id><published>2004-11-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:06:06.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am pissed off.  I can't find things I want, it only takes 15 seconds before objects are gone forever.  It makes me wonder why I even bother.  On the other hand, I had a good bath and I didn't freeze upon getting out of it, which suggests that there should be many more such baths.  Now I need to be useful but I want to kick everyone out and read a book and turn up the heat, but no, can't kick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110108916618409215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110108916618409215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110108916618409215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110108916618409215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110084180234540848</id><published>2004-11-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:23:22.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I am back home in Ashland now.  I have mysteriously switched into "effective mode"  That is to say I have cleaned all sorts of things, and gone out on lots of useful errands, and cooked all kinds of stuff (tomorrow is soup day and I will be making huge amounts of soup with my roomate).  I am still feeling kindof funny.  My dad talked to me on the phone about the seven stages of greif or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110084180234540848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110084180234540848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110084180234540848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110084180234540848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-i-am-back-home-in-ashland-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-110119424254116506</id><published>2004-11-17T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:17:22.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How are you?  I am back in Ashland.  It is very cold. Being inside helps some, but our heat doesn't go. This is ok however because the water heater does.  Everyone was happy to see me. I'm cooking fish!  Also organizing things.  It is abit strange coming back from the land of intensity,although I am happy to report, things don't seem just the same quite.  I was worried that I would not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/110119424254116506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=110119424254116506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110119424254116506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/110119424254116506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-are-you-i-am-back-in-ashland.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109998318797394834</id><published>2004-11-08T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:12:18.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It sounds extra cheezy but I don't know what I would do if I wasn't so greatful for bazillions of amazing things.  Including you.So.  I have an interesting family.  I went and had dinner with large chunks of my mothers family some of whom are in from far away places.  They are all mostly either Great uncles or cousins.  I was chatting and eating hors 'doerves and realized I was sitting next to a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109998318797394834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109998318797394834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109998318797394834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109998318797394834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-sounds-extra-cheezy-but-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109947832210421238</id><published>2004-11-03T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:38:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, she is gone.  I woke up, aangry I had to get up and go out in the cold.  then I cried for an hour, then I threw up.  We went to see the body and pick up the stuff/people at the hospital.  Its so bizarre.  She is the wrong color for a person, her mouth is open.  Her skin feels just like mine though.  Everything is out of perspective, I looked out the window at signs and lights and cars and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109947832210421238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109947832210421238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109947832210421238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109947832210421238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-she-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109876794114485266</id><published>2004-10-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:19:01.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.I'm still here.  While totally ordinary my life seems like a very strange story with odd charachters and no plot to speak of, just weird connections, and synchronicities.  My Dad left this morning so I'm holding down the fort alone.  today I came home early, to the empty house, miles from anywhere in particular with not much sense of what to do.  Soooo.  I ate leftover curry out of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109876794114485266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109876794114485266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109876794114485266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109876794114485266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109859519401281589</id><published>2004-10-23T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:19:54.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, today was pretty good.  I spent almost all day at the hospital with mom.  She seems better every time I see her.  I know that this is somewhat misleading as the cancer is still there but it is very nice to see her smile.  For those of you who are esspecially following her progress I have made another blog for that.  It can be seen at  http://annehowe.blogspot.com  I think I am getting better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109859519401281589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109859519401281589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109859519401281589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109859519401281589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-today-was-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109843147908710876</id><published>2004-10-22T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:51:19.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here is the letter Dad wrote for me to type and sendto Dan.Dear Daniel.  MOm is recovering nicely from hersurgery but she was diagnosed as having adenocarcinomain her meninges or lining of the brain.  It is a veryrare condition so that they cant really tell us whatto expect.  She has a feeding tube through her noseinto her small intestine because her stomach was rawfrom 9 days of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109843147908710876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109843147908710876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109843147908710876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109843147908710876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-is-letter-dad-wrote-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109842284018156850</id><published>2004-10-21T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:27:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a short post because i am posting from my new cell phone. The wonders of technology.  My mom moved to another hospital this evening. She will be starting radiation in the morning. In other news i cant get my gmail while i'm here so use my yahoo.     ok. Later</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109842284018156850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109842284018156850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109842284018156850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109842284018156850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-short-post-because-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109816399100894006</id><published>2004-10-18T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:33:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone.  thank you all for being so supportive.  Here is the latest update.  So. It is cancer, it is colo-rectal cancer.  She had a great big tumor in her bowel however, they operated on Friday and took it out.  Its not in her liver like we thought.  There is no brain cancer that they can detect, however, she has lost the sight in her right eye, and her face, her lips and chin have lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109816399100894006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109816399100894006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109816399100894006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109816399100894006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109790861984491143</id><published>2004-10-15T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:36:59.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me withLaura's DisorderCause:genetically-modified spamSymptoms:occasional hunger, hovering, nightmaresCure:acupunctureEnter your name, for your own diagnosis:Busy.Stressed.Got Cell phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109790861984491143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109790861984491143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109790861984491143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109790861984491143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/doctor-unheimlich-has-diagnosed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109770448805274437</id><published>2004-10-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:56:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.  The my mother update.  They no longer think its lymphoma.  They are not sure exactly what it is.  However their best guesses at the moment are brain cancer or menengitis.  EEp!  She is in the hospital at the moment and apparently doing pretty well under the circumstances.Here is a picture of her (with me and my brother).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109770448805274437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109770448805274437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109770448805274437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109770448805274437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109739130639385678</id><published>2004-10-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:55:06.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well.  The most important news is, Today I found out that my dear mother likely has lymphoma.  This is uncool.  However, they havn't found any tumors, and apparently, it generally responds fairly well to treatment, so I'm not excessively scared at this juncture.  Still, its a scary prospect.  All of you who know her should think good thoughts ats her she requested "imagine I'm two thirds full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109739130639385678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109739130639385678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109739130639385678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109739130639385678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/well_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109713627783697163</id><published>2004-10-07T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:09:30.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am super preoccupied with Fruits basket.  I've been reading the manga a lot.  Now I want to make onigiri and other japanese food, because that is one of the central metaphores of the series.  Tohru is an Onigiri in a fruit basket.. she just doesn't belong.  Anyway.  My favorite charachter is Shigure!  He's neat! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109713627783697163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109713627783697163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109713627783697163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109713627783697163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-super-preoccupied-with-fruits.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109713046912364784</id><published>2004-10-06T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T23:27:49.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will be sortof a complainey e-mail , so if you have no patience with weeny whining, read no further.Oww.  my feet hurt a lot.  i just got home from work.  I was supposed to work 7-10, but one of the other girls was sick, so it turned into 4-10 and then, as we were SUPER busy, 4-11.  This is nice because I got paid, but not nice because my FEET hurt.  And I fell down Matt's front stairs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109713046912364784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109713046912364784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109713046912364784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109713046912364784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-will-be-sortof-complainey-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109696186159743741</id><published>2004-10-05T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:37:41.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well.Its hard for me to think of good ways to start a blog entry.  I always feel like I'm writing a letter sortof and you can't dive into a letter without a introduction.  Anyway.  i went to a Vote rally at school tonight for the express reason that they had free pizza.  now I beleive that voting is a fine thing.  However, I have been sick lately, and Maryann expressed to me that she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109696186159743741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109696186159743741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109696186159743741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109696186159743741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109665967700973929</id><published>2004-10-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T12:41:17.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi.I have a cold.  It is a preoccupying condition.  However, I also should be getting a paycheck of some kind today.  And its nice and warm today.  I will perhapse take the bus to the park and read a book in the grass.  It would be a good change from the sitting around the apartment all day, like I did yesterday.  I do not beleive its possible to OD on Emergen C packets, but I had 4 yesterday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109665967700973929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109665967700973929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109665967700973929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109665967700973929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109644467936544717</id><published>2004-09-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:57:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm all nervous.  As soon as I stop thinking about things, I get paranoid.  I am afraid I won't have enough money to pay my bills, I'm afraid something will happen to Jay and I will never find out about it.  I'm afraid my roomate will get mad at me, I'm afraid my professor wont accapt my capstone proposal, or that I won't do a good job, I'm afraid that the new people I've met don't really like me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109644467936544717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109644467936544717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109644467936544717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109644467936544717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-all-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109550049493662879</id><published>2004-09-18T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:41:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Things are going. Its been a while since I updated but stuff is Generally fine.  I got a job, as I probably mentioned at Dairy Queen.  Its OK.  Not too bad, but they don't give me enough money.  I am annoyed, because I will perhapse have to get another one.  Thats what I did today.. work, not get a job.  I also hung out with Matt some and we talked about house names.  My house is named Sweet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109550049493662879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109550049493662879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109550049493662879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109550049493662879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-things-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109429657460292579</id><published>2004-09-04T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T04:16:14.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, it is far too late for me to be up, but I've been staying up far too late lately.  Anyway, its been forever since I blogged and I had a fairly eventful night so I will discuss it here.  So Fuzzy, roomate, and Myself went to pet pet at Ginny's and watched TV and were bored.. I guess I should mention that at 4pm we went to the new coffee place and got all caffeinated.  So anyway we were bored </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109429657460292579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109429657460292579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109429657460292579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109429657460292579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-it-is-far-too-late-for-me-to-be-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109238407061080446</id><published>2004-08-13T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T01:01:10.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a tree falls in the forest and noone hears it, does it make a sound?I was talking about this with some friends a while ago. We were using it as a metaphore as to how the only way humans know things is in relation to themselves. None of our senses can be used to actually experience anything else. We just respond to inputs supposedly created by "other things". Thinking about this I feel blind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109238407061080446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109238407061080446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109238407061080446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109238407061080446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-tree-falls-in-forest-and-noone.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109220514763229930</id><published>2004-08-10T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:19:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember not being able to define meme, and I just looked it up.  It seems like a useful term/concept.meme    (mm)n. A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another.[Shortening (modeled on gene), of mimeme from Greek mimma, something imitated, from mimeisthai, to imitate. See mimesis.] </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109220514763229930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109220514763229930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109220514763229930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109220514763229930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-remember-not-being-able-to-define.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109216455574871021</id><published>2004-08-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:02:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got hit by a car on Saturday, which was unpleasant... And exciting kindof.  I'm ok.  I got convinced to ride a bicycle into town, because Jay lives way out 2 miles from the nearest gas station or anything.  As that sounded preferable to sitting around getting in the way of his family, or watching TV, I rode around the block a few times to get used to a bike, and eventually was confidant enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109216455574871021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109216455574871021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109216455574871021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109216455574871021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-got-hit-by-car-on-saturday-which-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109125282703779718</id><published>2004-07-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T22:47:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoosh (that is to say: *sigh*)  I am finally at my parents house.  I left on Thursday morning at like, &amp;:30 am after 2.5 hours of sleep.  And, surprisingly, didn't sleep on the bus at all because I was seated next to such interesting and talkative people.  When I got to Eugene, I went to Kati's house as planned, but she wasn't there.  Sooo, I went to target and bought some new underware.  It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109125282703779718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109125282703779718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109125282703779718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109125282703779718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/whoosh-that-is-to-say-sigh-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109097148404146804</id><published>2004-07-27T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:38:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel very good about myself because I have succesfully made a lemon merangue pie.  It perfect and beautiful and tasty to boot.  I guess you could say I have pie self esteem.  Rarr.  Its totally made my week, I don't think anything could happen that would make me especially unhappy after creating such a wonderful pie.  I will post photos maybe soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109097148404146804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109097148404146804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109097148404146804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109097148404146804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-feel-very-good-about-myself-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109079775685823914</id><published>2004-07-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T16:22:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was REALLY HOT and the day before was as hot if not hotter.  However, yesterday there was a Thunderstorm. Me, Maryann, and Fuzzy went out to watch the big zappy lightning bolts, and later we ran outside in our pajamas to play in the giant raindrops.  Very satisfying, perhapse the coolest I've been in weeks.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109079775685823914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109079775685823914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109079775685823914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109079775685823914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/yesterday-was-really-hot-and-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109070225619976258</id><published>2004-07-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T14:01:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some interesting things  Diary of My Cock No, Not MY cock, I havn't got one. Someone elses.  It's form a web zine, but this is the most interesting peice in my opinion.Something Positive A neat webcomic that I will certainly put on my link list eventually. The update:  I went to a MEETING about a zine that Matt and Erroll are writing.  I agreed to write about my oppositional culture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109070225619976258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109070225619976258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109070225619976258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109070225619976258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/here-are-some-interesting-things-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109039497618936135</id><published>2004-07-21T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T00:29:36.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>also, sorrry about the template being weird, I'm changings stuff around.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109039497618936135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109039497618936135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109039497618936135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109039497618936135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/also-sorrry-about-template-being-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-109039441455253820</id><published>2004-07-21T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T00:20:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, here is a blog that noone would get, if I didn't sit down to write about it right when I got home.  I did something!  I went over to Colin's to be casual while he and some people practiced DJing.  It was somewhat amusing, it made me mad that my foot is busted though, no dancing for Laura in the forseeable future.  Then, we went to wild goose (sans Maryann) and I had tasty food, and then went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/109039441455253820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=109039441455253820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109039441455253820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/109039441455253820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-here-is-blog-that-noone-would-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108984414411796326</id><published>2004-07-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:17:51.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well.  Things are going well.  It is very hot which make me happy that Me and roomate have few qualms about running around house half(or fully) naked.  I have also in the course of unpacking books been reading about feminism, which is an important topic to me, I kindof recently attempted to discuss with someone what being a feminist means to me, and with resources here at my disposal I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108984414411796326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108984414411796326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108984414411796326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108984414411796326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108949800873138650</id><published>2004-07-10T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T15:20:08.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am getting settled in at Maryann's.  Stuff is progressing as I guess I must have assumed it would.  There are video games, and there are dishes.  At some point I need to consider gettting things started in terms or re-enrolling, working out an actual budget so I don't starve or die or something.  I am just so out of it though.  It seems like half of everything going on is in my head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108949800873138650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108949800873138650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108949800873138650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108949800873138650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-here-i-am-getting-settled-in-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108936611319601095</id><published>2004-07-09T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T02:49:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are a bunch of links about the gathering that I found, a lot of them say kindof the same stuff, for the benefit of those who don't know what it is, some are more topical to this particular gathering.  Some is positive, some ridiculously negative, anyway, I guess this is what people will find when, in the future, they want to know what happened.http://www.modocrecord.com/2004Archives.html#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108936611319601095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108936611319601095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108936611319601095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108936611319601095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/here-are-bunch-of-links-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108923007072978934</id><published>2004-07-07T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T12:56:52.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got home yesterday at about 7:30 PM from the rainbow gathering.  It was an experience for which there isn’t much comparison.  It was also a personal stepping stone between Eugene and Ashland and a positive movement towards realizing my destiny.  Maybe?  Anyway, It sure was impressive.  I believe it makes sense to start at the beginning.  That would be the moving out.   Ohhh the moving out.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108923007072978934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108923007072978934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108923007072978934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108923007072978934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-got-home-yesterday-at-about-730-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108857945079618794</id><published>2004-06-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:10:50.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is what is going on,   I am mostly moved out of my apartment, most of my stuff is in the U-Haul truck, and hopefully I will have everything else packed and ready to go by tomorrow at noon, this is the plan anyway.  The moving went well, I expected Dovan to be helping me, but his friends showed up and were kindof in danger of being in the way, so, he went with them on down to The rainbow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108857945079618794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108857945079618794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108857945079618794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108857945079618794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/06/here-is-what-is-going-on-i-am-mostly.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108820398118551805</id><published>2004-06-25T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T15:53:01.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi.  Thanks for calling/e-mailing.  I have cool friends.  Anyway, My last day at work is Monday, My person showed up, things are fine, I am calmed down quite a bit.  My next step is to focus on the job at hand, the packing of belongings into boxes.  This will occurr this weekend  Yesss.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108820398118551805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108820398118551805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108820398118551805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108820398118551805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108801363230441416</id><published>2004-06-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T11:00:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh boy.  I am way stressed out.  As The Dude said, "my thinking has gotten so uptight!"  I am more or less training 2 new people at work since noone else seems willing to acknowledge their presence except to bitch that they don't do enough work.  I am soo glad to be gettin out of there. Also Jay is supposed to be here but isn't well, technicaly he has until the end of today, but I'm less than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108801363230441416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108801363230441416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108801363230441416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108801363230441416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/06/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108708327264293689</id><published>2004-06-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T16:34:32.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so so so so so.  I got high last night and watched fantasia and adult swim and it was oh so worthwhile.  In other news I'm starting to get all uptight about my move and the preparations nescesarry.  I've got myself about a half dozen lists and schedule and whatnot.  Sortof it is looking like I'm going to be super busy tomorrow, but thats ok.  I bought Sailor moon R this afternoon, it was on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108708327264293689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108708327264293689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108708327264293689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108708327264293689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-so-so-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108645880132677919</id><published>2004-06-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:06:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well,  It has just been my birtday.  I am now with out a doubt twentyfour years old which is a VAST improvement over 23.  I feel like a new girl.  Not totally new, but grander, brighter, and better.  Anyway, here's what Has happened.  On Thursday I went out to Diablo's with Kati, we danced, El Diablo himself got me a birthday drink and pulled my hair in an affectionately carniverous manner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108645880132677919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108645880132677919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108645880132677919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108645880132677919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-well-it-has-just-been-my-birtday.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108615883321598569</id><published>2004-06-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:47:13.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, this is the Egil's post, where I discuss the highlights of Egils.  I am sure that similar Egils posts are popping up on blogs and e-mail lists the kingdom over.  So.  I got there very late on Friday andset up right by gat in a very easy to find corned of overflow camping.  This is because with the lateness and the darkness, we (Kati and myself) couldn't find anyone we knew.  That was more or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108615883321598569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108615883321598569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108615883321598569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108615883321598569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-this-is-egils-post-where-i-discuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108563541679877504</id><published>2004-05-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:23:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the fact that just about EVERY time I try to blog the computer shuts down for one reason or another half way through  GGGGGRRRRR.That said a recap of the post that never was:  I forgot to put on my want list:  Fruits Basket book #3 (its manga published by Tokyopop)  Also Ill lit is by Franz Wright and The RA Salvatore book is demon Apostle and not Demon Adept.  And nooo, I do not expect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108563541679877504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108563541679877504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108563541679877504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108563541679877504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hate-fact-that-just-about-every-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108527149063617613</id><published>2004-05-22T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T17:18:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who are interested here is: My Wish List</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108527149063617613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108527149063617613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108527149063617613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108527149063617613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/for-those-of-you-who-are-interested.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108527063918999083</id><published>2004-05-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:00:58.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So,A day like most of them today.  Not too much going on.  I guess I can say however that yesterday was eventful.  I got 3 unusual phone calls, spent lots of money, left town breifly and was upset twice.  I'm sorry I have to be so cryptic about this, but it seems unwise to disclose things.  All kinds of things are secrets.  Some secrets are not very secrative, like the fact that my brother has a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108527063918999083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108527063918999083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108527063918999083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108527063918999083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-day-like-most-of-them-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108476525106750787</id><published>2004-05-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:40:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm back from Stinkywar.  It was lots of fun.  many people that I like were there and the weather was more or less ideal.  I got to sing, I got to drink mead, I got lots of people acting more or less pleased to see me and stuff like that.  um.  And afterwards I got to see Gwen and Piper, (separately)  We (Kati and myself) came over and monopolized Piper for 5 hours.  We watched "The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108476525106750787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108476525106750787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108476525106750787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108476525106750787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-im-back-from-stinkywar.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108456717968658833</id><published>2004-05-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T13:39:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well.  This is my day off.  I had to go to a meeting this morning which is bad (and it was an unpleasant meeting BTW where nothing got done) But it was also good because I was forced to get up early.  After the meeting I went downtown with the intention of getting some food, and as I hate eating by myself and being bored, I went to the bookstore to pick up a magazine of some kind.  Well, all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108456717968658833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108456717968658833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108456717968658833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108456717968658833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108442717121016518</id><published>2004-05-12T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:46:11.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is an update on the injury.  So, I went to Urgent care on friday and talked to the doctor.  I am definately sprained.  I got a splint thing and went to Goodwill and got crutches and stayed at home all weekend(and Monday) not standing or walking and certainly not leaving my house.  Then I went to work Yesterday and today and I can walk around without the crutches or anything but my ankle is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108442717121016518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108442717121016518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108442717121016518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108442717121016518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/here-is-update-on-injury_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108392368554689280</id><published>2004-05-07T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:59:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I went out dancing this evening (night now, whatnot) and there was this dorky looking guy in a plaid shirt kindof pretending to dance and watching all the scantily clad girls wriggling around in a castanrazi type way.  And, I being all dancy as I am wont to be, stepped backwards and onto his foot.  with this there was a great popping abd I feel on the floor.  Luckily Kati was there as was her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108392368554689280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108392368554689280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108392368554689280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108392368554689280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-i-went-out-dancing-this-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108364785043585492</id><published>2004-05-03T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:59:34.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saturday:I went to a May Day party with a giant bonfire tonight, other people were roasting hot dogs but I did not have any.  Instead I had fruit and bread and trifle.  It was really fun and there were lots of really impressively dirty songs and limerics, and then more pleasant songs.  Several people jumped over the bonfire and I jumped over a little corner of it.  Earlier there was a demo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108364785043585492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108364785043585492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108364785043585492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108364785043585492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/saturday-i-went-to-may-day-party-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108364763268601086</id><published>2004-05-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:59:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday:I am actually doing much better now that it is the weekend.  I went raiding flowers to distribute on may day tomorrow.  We drove around corvallis very furtively and got them and then took them back to my friend Gwen's house and made them all into bouquets.  Tomorrow early we will drop them off on friend's doorsteps.  I got to go to the beach too and we saw live sand-dolars and dead dried</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108364763268601086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108364763268601086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108364763268601086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108364763268601086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/05/friday-i-am-actually-doing-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108330179508624796</id><published>2004-04-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:14:06.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, a few notable things.  1, the cute drug delivery guy had a teenage mutant ninja turtle T shirt yesterday.  He dropped off eardrops.  I had to sign for them.  (it was romantic)Then... later that same day another guy on the bus was also wearing a TMNT T-shirt.  I'm thinking a sale at hot topic or something. On a not especially related note, It seems all my co-workers, especially the nice older </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108330179508624796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108330179508624796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108330179508624796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108330179508624796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-few-notable-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108304339438587171</id><published>2004-04-26T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:27:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, this is monday, but I am going to talk about the weekend (really fast...)  I went to Seargents trials.  It was fun, it was nice and warm and I lay around in the sun.  I knew practically nobody, but noone was mean to me, infact, several people were nice to me and Durin said I have to get Drunk with him at Egils.  Ceridwen kept handing me drinks and then walked me home and was very friendly.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108304339438587171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108304339438587171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108304339438587171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108304339438587171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-this-is-monday-but-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108270172355074728</id><published>2004-04-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:32:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are several things to talk about.  One is the notable things that I did today.from last to first:I rescured an energetic earthworm (it sqiggled alot when I poked it and it was very fast for an overland earthworm)  It was crossing the sidewalk (at a non 45 degree angle) towards a busy street and I flung it into somebody's backyard.I took Troy to the library which is about 2 miles from my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108270172355074728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108270172355074728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108270172355074728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108270172355074728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-are-several-things-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108253315441311377</id><published>2004-04-21T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:43:13.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this was a reasonable weekend and certain parts of it coincided with Maryann which you can see on her blog, if you have the secret knowledge.  Basically, I went to Ashland on Saturday where Hocktide was sucking.  There I was bored for a little and then went into town where Maryanne and Valerie and Colin were busy hoping I would show up and thereby not sucking (in a notable way)  We had much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108253315441311377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108253315441311377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108253315441311377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108253315441311377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-this-was-reasonable-weekend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108211224386259500</id><published>2004-04-16T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T03:47:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 3So finally on Wednesday, yesteday in the morning, after having made it evntually back to my house, they packed up their bags and headed back off into the horizon and the mysterious realms from whence they came.   I worked and worked and slept and strung some cardweaving.  Then just tonight I came back from work and went to Katis and we went out dancing at john Henrys.  Much fun.  And we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108211224386259500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108211224386259500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108211224386259500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108211224386259500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/part-3-so-finally-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108211190611581675</id><published>2004-04-16T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T03:42:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 2The next Morning after the party I insisted that we all go hiking as I want to get out in the woods more often and everyone else more or less went along with this plan dispite hungoverness.  When we finally got it together to depart it was about 2:00  we went to Blue Pool or Tamolich Falls, which is about 65 miles up the McKenzie Highway.  It is really cool and very blue.  The McKenzie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108211190611581675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108211190611581675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108211190611581675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108211190611581675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/part-2-next-morning-after-party-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108211070249629878</id><published>2004-04-16T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T03:22:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I have been especially lax in my blogging.  I apologise.  More or less the main distraction has been The Vow of Silence guy, Dovan.  He and his friend came to visit me and stayed for a week!  It was interesting how it started.  I got a call from him on Monday that he was in town, but I missed it because I was at a Xiu Xiu concert (which was interesting by itself) So, the next day i dropped a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108211070249629878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108211070249629878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108211070249629878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108211070249629878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-i-have-been-especially-lax-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108096135738105260</id><published>2004-04-02T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:06:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right, I am now in Eugene again.  I have been for a bit.  I am now working Mondays through Thursdays, so I get 3 days off instead of 5 but they are event-enabled days and I only am working 9 hours a day instead of 16.  All in all I am pleased.  I am also pleased that the substitute manager, Scott GOT ME MY MONEY! Yay.  I was beginging to give up hope.  If I have not mentioned it before, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108096135738105260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108096135738105260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108096135738105260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108096135738105260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/04/right-i-am-now-in-eugene-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-108009152010036090</id><published>2004-03-23T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:28:41.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now in Seattle and having good time.  I walked around Greenlke in the rainyness.  I am going to have a drink and watch the Utena movie .  It was also nice to see my parents, ther house, my cat and whatnot.  Even my trip up was very good and reasonable.  I sat nexto noone obnoxious (although i was especially intent on reading my book between Portland and Tacoma in order to avoid the attention</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/108009152010036090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=108009152010036090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108009152010036090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/108009152010036090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-now-in-seattle-and-having-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107940603688272644</id><published>2004-03-15T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:03:48.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://alexwrekk.diaryland.com/001224_69.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107940603688272644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107940603688272644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107940603688272644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107940603688272644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/httpalexwrekk.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107940571723974328</id><published>2004-03-15T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:58:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a picture at least a year old, of Matt being arrested.  Damn the Man!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107940571723974328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107940571723974328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107940571723974328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107940571723974328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-is-picture-at-least-year-old-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107940380922806775</id><published>2004-03-15T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:26:40.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I guess EVERYONE has exciting blog entries this weekend.  Man!  And my brother's is quite alarming.  Actually they are mostly fairly alarming, danger and drunkeness prevails I guess.  I didn't do anything super exciting and dangerous, but there were a few interesting things to be mentioned.  One is, I tipped my hair, that is to say I dyed the tips, hot pink actually.  I figured out how my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107940380922806775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107940380922806775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107940380922806775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107940380922806775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-i-guess-everyone-has-exciting-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107914732865090715</id><published>2004-03-12T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:42:12.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I went out with Kati again last night and I had a lot of fun.  I danced a lot.  I got to talk with a few of her people.  On the Downside, today my neck and shoulders are very sore.  Yes very sore indeed.  I also bought some girl scout cookies.  I enjoyed being a girl scout.  Now I guess I am a lady scout.  I should be scouting around more.  I guess girlez merit badges on Maryann's website </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107914732865090715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107914732865090715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107914732865090715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107914732865090715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-i-went-out-with-kati-again-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107843877725227482</id><published>2004-03-04T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:24:39.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting, as Gwen said.http://www.giantmicrobes.com-the common cold.. What I've got, and honestly quite a bit cuter than many of the other microbes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107843877725227482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107843877725227482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107843877725227482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107843877725227482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/interesting-as-gwen-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107843867207766475</id><published>2004-03-04T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:20:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, the continuing story of Laura getting a life, I went to practice last night and Kati was there!  But, she wasn't staying: she was going to a concert.  S,o I went too.  It was Wayne Hancock.  It was fun, although I have a big annoying cold and my ears are all plugged up.  It was at an outwardly intimidating bar in Eugene John Henry's.  Anyway, that was fun and we met a friend of hers there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107843867207766475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107843867207766475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107843867207766475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107843867207766475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-continuing-story-of-laura-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107835481184675923</id><published>2004-03-03T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T15:03:07.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well.I am doing pretty well, dispite a cold.  I have been thinking a lot lately and doing a lot too.  Some of the things I have done are:  Finally gone to the Knitting Group at Sam Bonds, where I met a lady who knows Matt and Travis!  I miss Matt and Travis so if they see this they should call me.  The people there were very neat and very friendly.  I met a beautiful traveling boy and spent some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107835481184675923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107835481184675923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107835481184675923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107835481184675923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107757890554519418</id><published>2004-02-23T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:31:08.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You may notice, I've got new colors!  I was tired of the old ones.  Stuff is going ok here I have a huge uncomfortableness in my lover back on the right and I think it is from sitting all crooked for hours in Ragnar's truck on the way home from Arizona, I'm not sure what to do about it.  I am also fairly angry that noone I met and e-mailed fom Estrella has decided to respond to me.  GRaar.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107757890554519418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107757890554519418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107757890554519418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107757890554519418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-may-notice-ive-got-new-colors-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017700.post-107725277422069928</id><published>2004-02-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T20:55:32.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right!  So its been a while as usual.  But the highlights are.. I went to Estrella, a long drive, it was sunny, I traded some cardweaving for lots of good stuff.  There were parties, there was waterbearing, and fun was had by all.  So then I got home on tueday, went to work and then slept very thoroughly.  The next day I unpacked, did laundry went to the very end of fighter practice and while</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/feeds/107725277422069928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017700&amp;postID=107725277422069928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107725277422069928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017700/posts/default/107725277422069928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestamore.blogspot.com/2004/02/all-right-so-its-been-while-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313459360463257641</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
