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  <updated>2009-06-24T05:49:45Z</updated>
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    <title>no one likes a gimp</title>
    <published>2009-06-24T05:49:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-24T05:49:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this video was inspired by the usual pointless banter between my two sisters and myself. we started talking about fairytales and ended up at the story of rapunzel, which led to a unique, sophisticated interpretation which we made drawings for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="12" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its stupid, but dont worry, its supposed to be like that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:o_felix_culpa:12610</id>
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    <title>crazy day</title>
    <published>2009-06-23T04:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-23T04:53:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;so today was my first day of work at summer camp, and i was so excited to get going and meet my kids after the weeks of training and waiting for this to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was BUSY. we were initially told to go and just pick kids names based by their ages off the sign in sheets (as the parents were in the process of signing them in, wtf) but then like an hour later we were given new groups and then the kids all wtf'd because a bunch of them now had new counselors. i ended up with thirteen 8 year olds, and they all started getting antsy because of all the waiting around due to the intense disorganization. at that point i wasnt sure wether or not i was allowed to take them to play and that made it worse since we just stood around, but then everyone just kind of scattered and all of us counselors just rotated around the park watching everybodys kids so it was better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember everything cause the day just flew by, but by the end of day 1 i had little girls saying &amp;quot;ahna ahna ahnaaaaaa!&amp;quot; and holding onto my arms and giving me hugs and drawing me pictures. here is a portrait of me as drawn by a girl who was nerdy and smart for her age who had purple boxy glasses and said &amp;quot;....interesting&amp;quot; after i would say rules: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs082.snc1/4763_114643776070_659671070_3366292_5815909_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to you this is the spitting image of me, give or take several thousand eyelashes. but yeah it was crazy and i didnt even have time to pee all day (which i really had to do) or eat lunch for more than five minutes but i still had a blast. im lucky to get a job that pays well that requires me to play and wear tennis shoes and go swimming and on field trips every friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres hoping i wont hate kids/this job after the 8 weeks are up!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:o_felix_culpa:12530</id>
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    <title>positive energy</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T04:36:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T04:36:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well the ol teefs were so painful the other night i couldnt sleep. i ended up calling/harassing my boyfriend for attention and sympathy. dan was kind enough to tolerate my woeful melodrama and say wonderful things that cheered me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes always been great about doing little things to make me feel better (and to me its the little things that make the most difference) like playing me guitar for hours till i fall asleep if im sick or giving me backrubs forever if im crampy and hurty. even things as simple as just hooking an arm around my neck and saying &amp;quot;youre fine&amp;quot; if im worried. im lucky to have such an amazing best friend :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since he plays me music, ill draw him pictures! i also make this boy a lot of tribute food, but last night when i couldnt sleep i decided on a tribute picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs105.snc1/5041_1115185651206_1573890036_30270238_5479591_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i always tell him hes my favorite (cue the 'dawww's) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs085.snc1/5041_1115185411200_1573890036_30270232_2143698_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mah desk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs105.snc1/5041_1115185531203_1573890036_30270235_5058254_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to include a heart and mushy message without it looking like this drawing gets its lunch money stolen at school. naturally, i felt the best solution was to give it a tattoo look for the heart and text. i think it worked out well, and i had a blast looking at traditional tattoo designs while researching the lettering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs024.snc1/3108_89102986070_659671070_2959417_3476359_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;obviously based off this picture i took of him. not sure what he was doing?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:o_felix_culpa:12045</id>
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    <title>o_felix_culpa @ 2009-06-19T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-19T04:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-19T04:31:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got braces on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to get even funnier looks when i get carded now, and i thought i had an issue with bar bouncers before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my teef will never look worse? haha</content>
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    <title>guys like it when they cant see your face</title>
    <published>2009-06-11T02:25:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-11T02:25:23Z</updated>
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    <title>o_felix_culpa @ 2009-06-10T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T21:47:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-11T02:10:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my clothes are in the dryer but i really need them naooooowwwwwww D: i have to go take a cpr certification class for work, which starts in a week and a half. BUT ALL MY CLOTHES ARE STILL MOIST WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- i could wear my dirty clothes in a pinch but i dont want to be deemed dirty girl in the smelly way when meeting new co-workers if i can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- wear semi-damp, nice smelling clothes and risk having the moist ones moisten the not moist ones. this could result in moistening patterns representative of sweat, or outlining my bra in dampness, or other slightly embarrassing events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balls. whats a girl to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BONUS EDIT:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up going with the slightly damp clothes which did not prove problematic, but i ended up sitting next to/sharing materials with a rather icky man who stared at my tits (i dont even have big chesticles? stare at someone else?)and was a wheezy breather. charming! im going back tomorrow to get my fist aid certification, and ill be damn sure to steer clear of any heavy breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/BONUS]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:o_felix_culpa:11277</id>
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    <title>bawww</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T06:41:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T06:41:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i cant sleep because i have that uncomfortable, churny-hungry feeling you get right before your stomach growls but i know for a fact that i am not hungry because i just ate like two hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shit aint right.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:o_felix_culpa:11216</id>
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    <title>the other day</title>
    <published>2009-06-02T08:52:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-02T08:52:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i was out driving around with my family on sunday, and as we're passing through my neighborhood my sister takes notice of something a little different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey guys? theres a guy like, fallen on his front doorstep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we stop and back up and sure enough, theres this guy sprawled out on his doorstep, with his head hanging off the step. dudes definately not moving, so we figured it might be a decent idea to go check on him. you know, to make sure hes not dead or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad steps out of the car, and i made it a point right then and there to call that the guy probably spent the night on the porch after a saturday night with a few too many. my mother, on the other hand, was convinced that the man had fallen and this was most likely the result of an insulin problem or some kind of profound brain anomaly or something. i lold at her theories and then she yelled at me :( ANYWAYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad goes and starts jostling the guys shoulder, but dude doesnt seem to be responding to it. after a nervous look shot at the car my dad resumes said jostling and the guys head starts swaying a bit, which is a good sign as a sway is better than dead in my book. so yeah, AFTER the guy comes around (and is veeeerrrrr-er-errrr-y obviously drunk) my mother proceeds to dial 911? haha i asked her why she was calling, the guy was obviously going to be fine but got a very disgruntled wave away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now the guy was standing up and trying to get into his house again, but was still drunk enough to fail at that so he sat himself down in one of those red wagons kids play in on his porch and starting woozily rubbing his neck (which must have killed after spending hours dangling off the stoop haha) and rubbing his shins (i have no theories as to why he was rubbing these). but by then it was too late, my mother had summoned an ambulance, firetruck, and probably the police but we left after the first two came. the emt's and paramedics got a hearty chuckle in as my dad explained it wasnt a big deal, the guy just had a little too much. hell, my dad was probably confused as to why there were emergency vehicles there in the first place, since we all stayed in the car while he was on the porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the guy who was probably hella embarrassed trying staggering away when he saw all sorts of the law roll up to his house, but i dont think he made it very far. he probably didnt need any treatment and i hope they didnt charge him for anything, monetarily speaking. i hope all he ended up getting stuck with was a sore neck, dew moistened clothing, a beet red face and a good story to laugh at in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my family ended up with was an argument about how my mom called 911 too early even though she meant well. this argument was mostly started by me, which i shouldnt have done. i just have seen enough drunk people to know one when i see one is all. that and im pigheaded and full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i get to say i told you so.</content>
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    <title>so</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T04:04:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T04:17:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think ill actually try my hand at this blogging thing instead of just posting art. ive faced the fact that i straight forget to put any art on here after i finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you can expect NEW AND IMPROVED boring things...WITH WORDS. i think this is going to be super, and i think it will keep me busy during my random downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some posts will be friends only so shoot me a comment if you want an add!</content>
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