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    <name>Bailey</name>
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  <updated>2007-10-24T09:14:08Z</updated>
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    <title>bailums86 @ 2007-10-24T05:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-24T09:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-24T09:14:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thanks GCSU for making me wake up at 5 in the morning to get online to register for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an even bigger thanks for allowing me to NOT GET INTO ONE SINGLE ENGLISH CLASS.  you really amaze me sometimes.  not one.  not a single fucking one (not one that would be of any use to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, just when i thought this week couldn't get ANY more stressful, now i have to spend all day begging teachers to let me in their classes despite the fact that they have filled their "maximum seat capacity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maximum seat capacity??  15 students.  yeah.  15 undergrads are allowed in each of the, i don't know, FIVE classes they are offering.  i'm pretty sure there are more english majors here...and i mean, c'mon.  spring semester?? right before people are trying to graduate???  throw us a freaking bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, currently i am only signed up for a history course and economics.&lt;br /&gt;no english classes.  &lt;br /&gt;its 5:13 in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;awesome.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bailums86:85983</id>
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    <title>oooweeeoooweeeoooo</title>
    <published>2007-07-01T22:04:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-01T22:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reveal A Little About Yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your hair up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your phone right beside you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yessss &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a bf/gf?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh my gosh, i do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'm wishin' i was in war-town with my man. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have plans for tonight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lots of cd importing and music downloading &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you wearin make up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a little bit. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you wearin chapstick?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you cold?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;comfortable &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you tired?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you excited?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;could be &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you watchin t.v.?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha...for some reason teen titans is on, but no one is really paying attention to it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you wearing pajamas?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the last person you IMed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brandon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the last person that called you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sarah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Anything you regret?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i was just telling sarah that my biggest regret was not getting my picture taken with kevin barnes when i was standing next to him at the 40 watt. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever lied?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sure &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever gone skinny dipping?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup...at the lake and in the secret garden &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever spit at someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;actually i don't think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever kick something living?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i kick frankie a lot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever had your nails done?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever thrown up because you cried so hard?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nah. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reveal A Little About Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had any plans last week?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;just driving to warner robins &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who did you see most last week?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;all my girls: cassidy, sarah, amanda, and jamie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Was last week interesting?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha...i would have to say YES.  it was a trip indeed.  hehe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you cussed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fuck yesss. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you yelled at someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you gotten mad at someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;just myself for, like, 5 minutes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you called more than 3 people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't believe so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who did you call?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brandon and sarah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you IMed more than 3 people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you eatten anything gross?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;just a Subway sandwich &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spill Your Guts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First thing you did this morning?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;laid around in my skivvies and listened to music &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last thing you ate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Subway &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's something you look forward to most in the next 6 weeks?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;some good shows, possibly going to the beach, seeing brandon, the usual. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's annoying you right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the noise coming out of sarahs computer..haha jk. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the last movie you saw?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Friday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in long distance relationships?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where is the last place you went?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my front porch &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is the last person you called?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brandon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been cheated on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh yeah. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think so.  probably my parents &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Choose one to have (love, beauty, creativity)::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;love &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wish on stars?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sadly yes, i suppose i have from time to time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does it work?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i don't know yet. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you untie your shoes every time you take them of?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;never. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When did you last cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the other day.  stupid stuff. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like your handwriting?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a friendly person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you keeping a secret from the world?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i don't think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's bed did you sleep in last night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mine and frankie's &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Were they in it too?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did ya'll cuddle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;we woke up spooning &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;green with a gumball machine on it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have any pets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Frankie Lou the Wonderkitty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the color of your bedsheets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;white with flowers on it...very grandma style. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What were you doing at 9 last night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;playing around on my computer, hanging out with cassidy and aamad. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was the last person you talked to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Cliff...just now. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When is the last time you saw your dad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a couple of weeks ago.  i miss him &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Look to your left::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;side table with stuff all over it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever cried on your friends shoulder?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song that makes you cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;...theres a few... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a normally happy person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes....for a cynic. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your self-esteem low?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color are your eyes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;blue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Long or Short Hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;short &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;animal collective on my itunes shuffle &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who are you thinking about right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;you know who. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S116637/Reveal_A_Little_About_Yourself.html" title="Reveal A Little About Yourself"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>words cannot describe...</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T20:35:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T20:35:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i will never in my life be able to thank everyone for being there on my birthday last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fucking little tricksters got me good.  i was completely shocked and surprised...and i'm sorry for crying.  i was just so happy and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you will never be enough.  my legacy of shitty birthdays is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been the best birthday of my entire life...if not one the best DAY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all so much.</content>
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    <title>...and i am alive...</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T15:43:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T15:43:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>do be do be doooo.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE.  i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after hanging out, canoodling, and a couple of three hour late night phone conversations...its official.  thanks to one very honest text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop giggling.  i feel retarded but i don't care.  it feels nice to be genuinely liked.  i can't remember the last time this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and to my milledgevillains...yesterday ruled in so many ways.  lets have a repeat, shall we?</content>
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    <title>lovely lovely...</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T05:56:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T05:56:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>garagepunk podcast.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so...i think i just got asked on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!&amp;nbsp; i'm back in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bailey's going on a date with a cute guy...jealous?&amp;nbsp; jkjkjk</content>
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    <title>she should win...if you like moth balls and chicken broth...</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T03:37:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-28T03:37:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PROJECT RUNWAY!  F'YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so worried that jeffrey was going to get kicked off.  fuck laura and he pancake tits.  seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough of that.  i'm currently in the library's dungeon-like computer lab.  this place is really great late at night though.  its like everyone's a bunch of motherfucking zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT A LESBIAN!!!!  i've gotten so many "you look gay" comments lately.  maybe that's why i can't get a date.  or maybe its because i'm a bitch...i've been getting a lot of that too.  *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you glowka, you son of a bitch.  you teach us nothing and ask us to write pointless papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this is pointless actually.  and that's what i call PROCRASTINATION.</content>
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    <title>bailums86 @ 2006-09-16T15:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-16T19:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-16T19:05:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - treasure your family history" alt="MyHeritage - treasure your family history" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/93/70/02/937002_432721dca4c0549ivo5q17.jpg" width="500" height="574" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bailums86:69616</id>
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    <title>sha sha, sha doo</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T23:06:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T23:06:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ben kweller</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lately my life has consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spending a lot of time with friends, both old and new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-swimming NAKED at rocky creek and jumping off the boathouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-staying up all night talking about art poetry literature and all of thatbullshit that is so important to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watching a series of ridiculous movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-super smash brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cooking vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.  really, the worst is just laying in bed at night by myself.  once my head hits the pillow i'm overwhelmed with this empty feeling.  the hardest part is just breaking those everyday habits...not calling him, not having a shoulder to kiss when i roll over in the middle of the night, his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put this on myself and i know more than anyone that i am strong enough to handle the decision i made.  its all for the better in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?</content>
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    <title>this was highly theraputic</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T22:54:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T22:54:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Life: The Soundtrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Opening credits:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Judy is A Punk - The Ramones &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I Can Tell That We Are Going to Be Friends - The White Stripes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Average day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Steady As She Goes - The Raconteurs &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Falling in love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Buckets of Rain - Bob Dylan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Deborah - Beck &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fight scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Man - Yeah Yeah Yeahs &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not About Love - Fiona Apple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't Stop Believing - Journey &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Secret love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Tim I Wish You Were Born Girl - Of Montreal &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Life's okay:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sha Sha - Ben Kweller &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Mental breakdown:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You're Gonna Miss Me - The 13th Floor Elevators &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Driving:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Set You Free - the Black Keys &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Learning a lesson:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hey - The Pixies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Deep thought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Peer Pressure - Jon Brion &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mix Tape - Brand New &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Partying:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You Will Be A Hot Dancer - Incubus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy dance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Deceptacon - Le Tigre &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Regreting:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Teardrop - Portishead &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Long night alone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Stella Was A Diver - Interpol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Death scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rabbit in Your Headlights - UNKLE &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Closing credits:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pattern Against User - At The Drive In &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S875/Your_Life:_The_Soundtrack.html" title="Your Life: The Soundtrack"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>food network here i come!!</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T00:46:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T00:46:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">who can cook a mean eggplant and herb casserole??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAILEY CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.  delicious.</content>
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    <title>going home.</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T19:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T19:52:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tegan and sara...???...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i really just don't think anyone understands.  &lt;br /&gt;that's all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bailums86:65152</id>
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    <title>and i stood proud in the gallery...</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T20:56:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T20:56:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>say anything</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am SO o O o O o excited about the Sound AD show in Macon tonight.  if you aren't going to be there, then you are super duper lame-o (except for Christina...I know you are working...it won't be the same w/o you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad though because i won't get to see JohnnyBoy tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i got d r u n k last night which was stupid and i haven't drank in so long and now i realize why.  its fun for a while, but i always seems to get bad at one point or another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TIP: a steaming hot shower at three in the morning really sobers you up after some intense debauchery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drunk dialed Jake and left him the creepiest message ever and then got drunk dialed by Lance and ended up talking to him for almost an hour.  weird, but kind of nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then megan r. and shmerik called me and i don't really know what's going on but supposedly i am going to an event called DANCERAGEOUS on Saturday night in Athens.  i'm clueless, yet excited.  yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i hate it but i am so in love with Say Anything...Is a Real Boy.  it is probably the most addictive CD i've had in a long time.  it just won't get old.  thanks a lot, jake...you are really ruining my indie kid reputation by making me like your music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in snellville tomorrow night.  so, if anyone wants to chillax, give me a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;bailums86.</content>
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    <title>i'm watching "the wall"</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T03:34:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T03:34:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pink floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vagina is a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.</content>
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    <title>swamp-ass city.</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T19:42:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T19:42:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i am going to be spending the rest of my day recuperating from my day at the river.  it was a relaxing 3 hour tour that turned into almost 7 hours paddling down the Oconee River in a cheap-ass 10 dollar raft from Wal-Mart, part of which we actually just had to wade through the water over rocks and shit because the water was so low.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with Jake and Adam, and their friend Frankie.  it honestly was a good time, and as cheesy as it sounds, i felt like i really overcame a lot of obstacles.  my fat ass got stuck on so many fucking rocks.  but today i am paying the consequences...my entire body is in excrutiating pain, especially my back and my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my life as an extreme river rafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am going to be laying in my bed in a tshirt and underwear, reading hawthorne, playing with my cat, watching movies, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come by and see me.  you can join in on the fuuun.</content>
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    <title>and the guillotine just laughs again...</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T20:55:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T20:55:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(note to those that actually read the subject line.  i realize now that it sounds slightly emo and weird, but its from a really good, non-emo song...its just taken out of context because i currently can't remember any other lines.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was, terrible to say the least.  i guess i'm swinging solo for a while, just until things work themselves out.  noooo, that doesn't mean you can date me, geez.  i need some me-time, bailey-time.  deal with it, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note to those who don't realize i am trying to make light of a rather upsetting subject. that's just what i do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jody for the talk last night.  it helped a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;and thanks to jake for the mini-german chocolate cake this morning.  that was the nicest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to india for putting the picture of the lego cell phone on your lj, because seeing that totally cheered me up and reminded me of all the childhood fun we had.  (i'd say more, but i don't want to get sappy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm at work...by myself.  i haven't eaten and it sucks.  christina still has my debit card, aka i can't get food.  sucks.  i'm sick of bagels and scones.  yeah, i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone also paid me a really flattering, sincere compliment today and that was really nice too.  i blushed a little because i can't take compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most sparatic lj ever.  i hope my peeps are hanging out tonight because i need some milledgevillain love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the world of nathaniel hawthorne.  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>and one more thing.</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T21:17:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T21:17:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearescientists is SOLD OUT.  i'm about to cry.  i wanted to go to that show so fucking bad.  just when i thought things couldn't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, they tour all of the times.  but they aren't booked to play in atlanta again.  i'm pissed.  like, really really pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and one more thing that made last night weird.  curt called.  weird.  we talked for a while too.  i like talking to him and i like attempting to maintain a distant friendship with him, but it just makes me think of the past too much and the whole "what could have happened" thing.  i hate that.  that's a terrible way to think.  he makes me do that.  oh, curtis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...i'm really done now.  i'm super-cereal, you guys.</content>
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    <title>i'm not going home with no one.</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T20:54:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T20:54:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>chitter chatter.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">god damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got the weakest paycheck of my life...the only time that i actually really need money.  i don't know what to do.  i think i might be heading to the pawn shop soon.  shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.  my birthday is in four days.  yay.  i don't have any plans, as of yet...but, whatever.  20 is kind of pointless.  i still have another year till the big two-one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a cavity.  i've gone twenty years without one...too many iced mochas and dr. pepper, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was weird.  jake and i got into a fight...or not really a fight but a weird thing that was awkward and now i don't think we're friends anymore.  the whole situation was really strange, and now i'm just sad because i was really enjoying hanging out with him and i don't think that's ever going to happen again.  what the fuck happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's going on anymore.  everything is weird and distant and cold.  i don't mean that to sound as "emo" as it probably does, but that is just what life feels like right now.  i miss everyone but at the same time want to just lock myself in my room and be a hermit.  maybe because i think no one would even notice if i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo-hoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i saw Shopgirl last night and thoroughly enjoyed it.  so that's good.  jason schwartzman...( i know i spelled that wrong i just don't care to correct it right now)...is awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to coffee.  goodbye.</content>
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    <title>shit, nothing makes sense.</title>
    <published>2006-05-18T17:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-18T17:56:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>say anything.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">um, so i really just wanted to write this to announce to everyone that i finally saw Run Ronnie Run last night and i think my life is complete.  it was the most ridiculous, yet most hilarious, movie i have ever witnessed.  maybe it was just the environment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now heading to blackbird to get some coffee...and meet up with my favorite member of the Gay Conspiracy Agency, j-brian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposedly hanging out with jake, too...and watching a movie.  but it is much too nice outside to do that.  i think i'm going for a bike ride.  who wants to join??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love.&lt;br /&gt;me.</content>
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    <title>sha na na na...all right all right...</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T18:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T18:15:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I MOVED INTO MY NEW APARTMENT LAST NIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing.  pictures soon.  thanks to all of my friends for coming over last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>the scene is dead.</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T23:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T23:43:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>zelda.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">first off, my apologizes if i was being SUPER LAME-O at the party friday.  i was just being sad, low self esteem, drunk bailey.  i hope everyone had a good time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody drank my smirnoff ices...and i'm not pissed...i just would like however drank them to let me know and maybe give me a few bucks so i can have a few beers tonight.  that would be very nice.  but i doubt its gonna happen.  i mean, c'mon guys...i bought pizza for everyone.  throw me a freaking bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i went home last night.  spent money on clothes i probably don't need with money i know i shouldn't be spending right now.  my b.  and i finally fucking bought With Love and Squalor, the newest We Are Scientists CD.  it is fucking great.  i want to burn it for everyone, but i don't know if anyone would enjoy it as much as i do.  no one ever does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i think Frankie might be a girl.  i'm not good at the whole cat genitalia thing...but, i'm thinkin' its rocking the vag...not the balls.  Frankie is kinda of a unisex name.  so, i guess its no big deal.  i just can't call him "Little Man" anymore.  lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm bored and hungry and would highly appreciate a couple of beers.  holla at me people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your truly,&lt;br /&gt;b.</content>
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    <title>hoooo man...</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T17:35:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T17:42:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>modest mouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm going on only a couple of hours of sleep, and have a ridiculous amount of work still left to do.  this is what has been done so far this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-8 page final research paper for American Lit.&lt;br /&gt;-10 minute act play.&lt;br /&gt;-Response paper to play writing process&lt;br /&gt;-Response paper to theater class&lt;br /&gt;-Final revisions and completing portfolio for Writing About Lit research paper&lt;br /&gt;-the first 5 pages of my midterm paper (its, um, a couple of months late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight!&lt;br /&gt;-finish last couple of pages of midterm paper&lt;br /&gt;-two response papers for am. lit (they are also very late)&lt;br /&gt;-study for am. lit exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;-last minute cram session for final exam&lt;br /&gt;-final exam&lt;br /&gt;-super huge mega party &lt;br /&gt;-the whigs show at the buff.  heeeeeck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for a laugh, courtesy of the lovely kristie, a picture of moi...being all badass at the coffee shop.  maybe one of the most hilarious pictures of me EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/bailums/makincoffe2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE BITCHES!!!</content>
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    <title>one more cup of coffee for the road.</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T22:23:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T22:23:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the white stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">no, i'm not going to write about the series of terrible things that happened to me today.  i'll just write about the few things that are making me happy. (the very very few things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i'm getting a bike this weekend when i go home.  i'm going to put a basket on it.  frankie and all of my groceries from joiners market will go in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i turned in a paper on time.  and it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i just had the cheesiest quesadilla ever.  thank you barberitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i finally learned how to play chess...and i'm pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--four more days.  four more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--william loves me.  ha!  i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.  back to coffee making and all that shiiiiit.</content>
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    <title>scene kids make me laugh...and vomit in my mouth a little bit.</title>
    <published>2006-04-29T21:06:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">and here's a nice little rant to express how much my life is collapsing before my very own eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, nicole.  you redneck stupid slut who bosses everyone around because you think you are in charge but you're not...you don't do jack shit.  go back to fucking Dublin where you came from, hick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you milledgeville for being a no good, rotten, soul-eating town with absolutely nothing to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you love.  i don't really think i believe in you anymore, and that's not good because love is supposed to be important but i guess maybe its really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you work schedule from keeping me from my friends, who i need now more than ever.  i feel like i am losing everyone important to me...i just keep seeing them walk away and i miss them and i miss everyone and all i want to do is have a big drunken group hug and dance and laugh and make fun of each other like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you GCSU for giving me 439578302948290 papers to do in less than a week and for giving ridiculously hard exams and teachers who don't sympathize for shit.  my head is about to implode.  and one more thing COLLEGE, you make me feel stupid.  and i don't like feeling stupid because i've always considered myself a relatively intelligent person and now i realize that could have just been a really long running joke.  shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you life, for making you get old when all i want to do is be a little kid again and have parents take care of me, even when they are mad at me because i did something silly and trivial.  and they'll feed me chicken noodle-o's and grilled cheese sandwiches when i'm sick and let me stay home from school when i don't feel good.  i love my parents but phone conversations just aren't cutting it anymore..i need the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all ridiculous and i'm sorry but i think i might be having the biggest breakdown of my life right now.  eek.</content>
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    <title>my head is imploding.</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T18:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-25T18:19:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>america's next top model</lj:music>
    <content type="html">everything has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished A Doll House paper teacher draft last night, and started the play i still need to finish writing, memorize, and perform for my class by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still also have to write American Lit final paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i never did the midterm paper, so i guess i should do that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and study for the American Lit exam, which covers the over 50 authors/poets we've read all semester.  grreeeatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, frankie lou is cuter than ever  and peed in its new litter box last night for the first time.  i was excited.  more later, you can find me at blackbird most likely.  BYE.</content>
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    <title>i'm a mommy!!</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T20:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-22T20:14:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>arkitekt on the bbc</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lookie what i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/bailums/IMG_1581_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/bailums/frankie1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/bailums/IMG_1580_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never loved anything so much in my entire life.  my supercool friend christina found him in the bushes on campus...his mommy got run over by a car.  i wanted to name him Frankie (like Frank Sinatra, cause of the blue eyes and all) and she wanted to name him Lou (since its a boy and she couldn't call him Lucy).  so, we've officially dubbed him Frankie-Lou the Cutest Kitten in the Entire World.  granted, he peed all over my bed last night...i wasn't angry at all.  this cat is going to be good for my anger/stress issues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually sooo grumpy in the morning, or if i'm woken up in the middle of the night.  but i got up about 3 times to feed it and hold it last night/this morning without a problem at all.  he makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, there is no other news.  just a shitload of papers and projects due this week and next, and the american lit final exam May 5th.  eek.  there is a lot on my plate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first summer storm last night and this morning.  i loved it.  summer storms are much more enjoyable than winter storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the sound a.d. show was AWESOME the other night.  that was probably the best show to ever come through milledgeville.  the bridges, arkitekt, and harison-hudson opened.  i danced a lot, but unfortunately was the tallest girl out of all my girly friends.  oh well.  fun was had all around and i was glad i just got to hang out with all of my friends, and even make a couple of new ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milledgevillains are fabulous dancers, in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*</content>
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