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  <title>Stacey's Journal</title>
  <subtitle>It's been a hard day's night</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-01-28T23:46:33Z</updated>
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    <title>Funny shit</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T23:46:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T23:46:33Z</updated>
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    <title>snow is pretty</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T22:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T22:16:38Z</updated>
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    <title>Friends are nice.</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T17:34:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T17:34:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I looked out the window this morning and there were 4 or 5 morning doves sitting on the branches of the tree outside my apartment. It was nice, just friends hanging out and enjoying each other's company. &lt;br&gt;I'm going to see Elaine and Steven in a few weeks. I am very excited and very much looking forward to it. It will be nice to get out of Connecticut and get back into New York. I miss NY and I miss Elaine and Steven. It will be nice to see my friends and just hang out and enjoy each other's company&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="453" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/elainesshower.jpg" width="566"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2006-01-09T19:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T01:11:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T01:11:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Open iTunes/iPod or Windows Media Player to answer the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer, no matter how embarrasing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs? 619&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by artist&lt;br /&gt;First artist: Adam Pascal (Aida soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;Last artist: Zubin Mehta (and the NY Philharmonic) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by song title:&lt;br /&gt;First Song: 'Til there was you (Rod Stewart)&lt;br /&gt;Last Song: Zero (Smashing Pumpkins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by time:&lt;br /&gt;Shortest Song: Pas de Deux Variation 2 from the Nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;Longest Song: 1812 Oveture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by album:&lt;br /&gt;First Album: A Funny thing happened on the way to the forum &lt;br /&gt;Last Album: Wings Greatest Hits &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song that comes up on Shuffle: Holly Holy (Neil Diamond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "sex"? 1- Sussex Mummer's Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "death"? 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "love"? 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "you"? 63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "why"? 3</content>
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    <title>the butcher, the baker, the jello mold maker!</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T02:21:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-04T02:21:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This may just be the greatest jello mold ever molded. I think I have found a calling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="430" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/jellomold.jpg" width="589"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2006-01-01T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T01:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T01:38:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;HAPPY FREAKIN NEW YEAR!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;This was the first new year's in a very long time that I spent with friends. It was fantastic. Good times were had by all. My meatloaf and jello mold were a hit. Pictures of the jello mold will follow in a few days. It was fantastic. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;Here's to 2006. It can only get better. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-12-24T14:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T20:13:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T20:13:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beethoven Piano Concerto #3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's Christmas Eve day. And this nice little Jewish girl says, Mary Chris Mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cat sitting for Erin and Denise. I walked into their house last night and the bitch-cat welcomes me with a hiss... Don't bite the hand that feeds you, bitch. Too much attitude in one ball of fur. &lt;br /&gt;While at Erin and Denise's I watched the video tapes for my portfolio, since my VCR died. They actually didn't come out too bad. I think part of my problem is that I lose my patience with the kids too quickly in some cases. Plus I was/am all worked up about the tapes since this is the second time through. It will be fine though. I hope to be done with the whole thing by the end of break so that my principal and mentor can read it through. It will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of making a Jello mold for my Grandma's Channukah party tomorrow. I made one for Thanksgiving that went over pretty well, so she asked me to make another one. When we were kids we used to have a Channukah party every year on Christmas, but we haven't for a long time now. My grandma decided to start this back up this year for whatever reason. My aunt and uncle and cousins will come down from Mass.. It will be interesting, as we don't see each other very often. Tomorrow is also my Poppie's birthday. Which means that my father will drink too much from being depressed and my Nana will just be depressed. In fact, I think the last time I saw my aunt, uncle and cousins was his funeral almost 3 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. &lt;br /&gt;*SLO*</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-11-27T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T01:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T01:46:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanksgiving worked out to be pretty okay. My grandparents ended up coming to our house on account of ice and snow in Mass. where my aunt and uncle live. And my nana was let out of the prision that is rehab, so it ended up ok. My sister pissed me off for the better part of the weekend... she went out with her friends a couple of times, and right in front of me asked Jason if he wanted to go out with them. Never asked me and never seemed to think twice about it. She and I just don't have a whole lot to talk about I guess. We don't have a lot in common, and I know that, but it still hurt my feelings.  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went with my mom and dad to the Berlin Turnpike where I got a new bed at Sleepy's. The bed was suppose to be delivered today, but the truck broke down and they weren't able to get to it to get my stuff to me. So I will sleep on the floor tonight and hopefully get my new bed tomorrow after school. Sleeping on the floor is suppose to be good on you back anyhow, and I could surely use that. &lt;br /&gt;While on the Berlin Turnpike, my dad got a computer at Circut City. The first computer for my parents. Now they will be able to have email and internet and whatnot. Welcome to the 21st century mom and dad! &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. &lt;br /&gt;*SLO*</content>
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    <title>haha...</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T04:08:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T04:08:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center"&amp;gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You were a band geek in high school&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You were into staying late after school with your other band mates.  You were into music and hooking up at random with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=25"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-11-12T14:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T19:45:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T19:48:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think my favorite part was when he kissed her and ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacey's Daily Taurus Forecast for November 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview: If they're unusual, unpredictable or positively the last type of person your friends and family could ever picture you with, you'll not only be attracted to them, you'll want more than anything to introduce them around.</content>
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    <title>Saturday</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T20:56:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T20:59:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Today I adjudicated for NorthEast regionals. It was cool. Reminded me of when I auditioned all those years ago. It was an interesting experience. I remember how much the results of those auditions effected me, and now what I put on that paper will effect those kids... kind of scary really, but did make me feel even more like a real teacher, and a real adult. Unfortunatly waking up at 6am on Saturday sucks and I am exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm no longer speaking to R. I just couldn't do it anymore. There was too much baggage envolved and it was just not a situation I wanted or needed to be in. And it got to the point where, the more I thought about certain things, the more things didn't make sence and I'm sure he was lying to me. I miss the companionship and the friendship (or whatever it was), but I know it was not a healthy relationship, and I know that I want (and deserve) to be in a healthy, adult relationship. The difficulty is going to be that I will still see him on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, as we plays in bands together. But I guess nothing comes easy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting my haircut next Saturday. I'm very excited about this. I am in desperate need of a haircut. The picture below is of me and Maggie, Erin and Denise's dog. I want a dog so badly... Maggie is my surogate dog for now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/4.jpg" width="355"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-10-14T18:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-14T22:11:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T22:11:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Rain, rain go away, come again some other day... I'm blah, school is blah, the weather is blah, and everything else is feeling blah as well. Shannon, my friend from school is getting married tomorrow. I hope for her sake that its true that rain on your wedding day is good luck. She was flipping out. And regardless of the fact that she will be getting married in the rain, I am very jealous. My Zippy Orange guppy fish died last night and my Little Guy catfish is not looking so good. Tonight after dinner I am going to clean the tank, something I rarely do. Better for them not to be swimming in their own poo I suppose. And that will probably be the most exciting part of my weekend, aside perhaps from laundry and a possible trip to Waterford for a few hours on Sunday. Yee Haa. Peace out. Word to yer mom. *SLO*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="265" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/fallleaves.jpg" width="391"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>In short...</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T01:28:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T01:28:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">* Last weekend was Elaine's bridal shower. The first bridal shower I've ever been to, let alone for one of my friends. It was good times. I still can't believe she's getting married.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm torn with what to do with school. I love my kids too much to leave. But for my own sanity, I don't know if I can stay there, deal with the administration and stay semi-sane. &lt;br /&gt;* I've decided not to run for President of my Bristol band again. I have too much to do and I just don't enjoy the band as much now that I am in the middle of everything. Not to mention getting blamed for everything.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm nervous about the portfolio part 2. But I think I have decided which class I am going to use and what kind of lessons I am going to do. However, the prospect of possibly failing it again is highly depressing.   &lt;br /&gt;* My brother got hit by a car while riding his bike tonight. Apparently he rolled right across the windsheld of the guy's car like in a bad movie. He says he's fine. He didn't even go to the hospital or call the police. He just got up and walked the rest of the way home. He's lucky he had the helmet. But he says he's okay. &lt;br /&gt;* I think for Hannukah I am going to ask the Menorah Man for a digital camera. :o)</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-09-24T09:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-24T16:46:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-24T16:49:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mood quickly went from really, really good to really, really lousy... so here's what I'm doing with myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is the geekiest part of your music collection? Barry Manilow Live in Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie? E.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done? I don't think I ever would... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a completely irrational fear? Being someone who is has a completely irrational fear of almost everything, this question is fairly irrational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment? Biting my lip, fidgeting with my fingers, cracking my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a pyromaniac? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have too many love interests? Having one love interest is often too much for me to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know anyone famous? I've met famous people, but I don't think I actual know anyone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe your bed: Lavender and off-white patchwork quilt, three regular pillows and one small purple pillow with fish on it. Chesire cat, Mad Hatter, Nemo, and doggie stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Spontaneous or planned? Planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who should play you in a movie about your life? Natalie Portman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you know how to play poker? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you carry with you at all times? Cell phone, keys, black wallet with pink polkadots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you miss most about being a kid? Absolutly nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you happy with your given name? It's alright... I've come to terms with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What color is your bedroom? Tan rug, off-white walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the last song you were listening to? "Remember When the Music.." by Harry Chapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been in a play? No, I've been in the orchestra for several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever been in love? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you talk a lot? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? I'm trying to come to terms with both... I'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do transient, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? Sometimes. Sometimes I think I'm too nice and sometimes I think I'm not very nice at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you spend more time with your boyfriend or your friends? I try to spend as much time as I can with the people I have in my life that are important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your ideal marriage location? Harkness Memorial State Park in Waterford, CT overlooking Long Island Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Which musical instrument do you wish you could play? piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's your dream job? If I couldn't do what I am doing now I would be a marine biologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Something you love and hate? Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is your desk clean or messy right now? Fairly clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you do with your spare change? Save it for a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's the one language you want to learn? Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How do you eat an apple? I don't eat apples unless they are in a pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you order at a bar? Sam Adams draft, vodka and cranberry juice or Sex on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever pierced your body parts? Ears only but I never, and could never, pierce anything myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have tattoos? Yes, two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you drive a stick? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What's one trait you hate in a person? Complaining about things you have no control over and doing nothing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What kind of watch(es) do you have? Two Swatch watches, one is polkadots, one has people playing instruments on it. And a silver Fossil watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Most frivolous purchase? CDs and books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you consider yourself materialistic? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What do you cook the best? Macaroni salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Favorite writing instrument? Black pens.. I'm not picky as long as it writes and writes dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you prefer to stand out or blend in? Blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? Been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What's the one car you will never buy? Anything convertable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What kind of books do you like to read? Stories about things that could happen to someone like me, biographies of people that I wish I could be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. If you won the lottery, what would you do? Pay off my loans, move into a house, go on vacation to somewhere where I could see whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. How many online journals do you read regularly? Two, except only one of them updates semi-regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What's one thing you're a sore loser at? I'm not very compedative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. If you don't like a person, how do you show it? Ignore them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you cry in front of your friends? Not if I can help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What kind of first impression do you think you give to people? I've been told that I come across as snotty because I tend to be quiet. I'm trying to rectify that problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What's one thing you like to do alone? Listen to music, play clarinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you a giver or a taker? Bit of both I suppose... isn't everyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. When's the last time you cried? When I got my portfolio score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Favorite communication method? Phone or face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. How many drinks before you're tipsy? Depends on the drink, but usually no less than 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you think you're cute? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. First Name: Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Were you named after anyone? My father's grandmother that I never knew, but my Hebrew name, not English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you wish on stars? Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Which finger is your favorite? Thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Who are you more like - your mother or your father? Bit of both, probably more like my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you like your handwriting? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Any bad habits? Smoking, worring, procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. What's in your CD player right now? Recording of the Capital Winds concert from this past May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you believe in soul mates? I don't know... I'm in and out on that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Are you a daredevil? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to? Not that I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do looks matter? Kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Have you ever misused a word and it sounded absolutely stupid? Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Are you trendy? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. How do you release anger? Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Where are your second homes? My school in Waterbury, my parents' house, Erin's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you trust others easily? Yes, too easily probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What was your favorite toy as a child? My Paddington Bear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. What is your least favorite food? Almost any seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. How many wisdom teeth do you have? Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. How many people have a crush on you right now? One that I am aware of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Who do you miss most right now? Pepper, my dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What are you wearing? Jeans and a pink tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What are you listening to right now? Beethoven Trio for Clarinet, cello and piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. What was the last thing you ate? A granola bar and coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. How is the weather right now? Sunny and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Jim, the VP of my band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Whats your favorite possession? My clarinets</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-09-24T08:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-24T12:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-24T12:55:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today is Saturday. After a really long and stressful week, my plan was to sleep really late and try to rid myself of the sleep deprivation I've felt all week. However I was wide awake at 7:45am, and after laying in bed for awhile trying to fight being awake, I gave in and got up at about 8:15. Whatever.. all is well. &lt;br /&gt;I have a concert this afternoon that is either going to go really well or really lousy. The problem with a small community group like this, in my opinion, is that there are too many "leaders" and not enough "followers". Too many people trying to run the show and not telling each other the important information. Which in the end makes it very difficult for the actual leader, and when things go wrong it is the actual leader that gets shit on, not all of the other "leaders". (By the way, that would be me...) &lt;br /&gt;It is now autumn and that makes me happy. I love autumn. Trees changing colors, leaves falling, sweaters (I heart sweaters!!!), and that fantasic smell in the air. And, no more sweaty-ness! (I heart no sweaty-ness) &lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday I will be in New York for the bridal shower and party of my great friend Elaine. Sometimes you mean to say things that never get said, and you hope that it "goes without saying" and all of that... Elaine and I lived together almost 10 years ago (!!!) freshman year at Westconn. If you had asked either of us then if we would still be friends now, I don't think either of us would have said yes. But here we are, all these years later. Elaine's getting married and I'm so so happy for her. She's one of my best friends in the entire world, and probably the best thing I got out of four and a half years at Westconn. &lt;br /&gt;As I write this, the sun is pouring in the window, across the computer and my hands. Its pretty cool and very morning-esque. For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling good. &lt;br /&gt;I hope it lasts the day. :o)</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-09-16T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-16T23:25:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-16T23:27:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My friends at school, Andrea and Shannon are trying to hook me up with the hot guy who delivers food to the school. He comes every morning when we are standing out at the bus. He's real nice, chats with us as he walks through the schoolyard. I'd always thought he was a good looking guy, and then the other day Shannon got it into her mind that hooking me up with him would be&amp;nbsp;a good idea. Yesterday the discussion was how do we know if he's married or not. So Shannon took it upon herself to ask him today. He's not married, he's single. Shannon told him that inquiring minds wanted to know. And then she made it clear that she is getting married next month, so it isn't her that wants to know... The kids that were standing around us knew exactly what was going on. One girl said to me, "Ooo Ms. O., he's cute!". Unbelieveable. We aren't even sure what his name is... I'm sure nothing will come out of it, but its fun in the meantime I suppose. And in the meantime, I still have my Adrien.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="315" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/adrien.jpg" width="213"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happiness doesn't come from having a man, but it does help.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Stuff</title>
    <published>2005-09-12T02:32:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-12T02:32:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Had a nice dinner party at my apartment tonight. Erin and Denise came over and I made chicken, asparagus and mashed potatoes. We then had Friendly's Dinosaur party roll for dessert. It was good times. Just what I needed to take my mind off of things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't heard from R in almost a week. I think it is because I pissed him off somehow, but it is for the best. It needed to happen, and if a 39 year old guy is going to ignore you for pissing him off, then all I have to say is grow up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow starts our first full week of school. Tuesday afternoon I meet with my new mentor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so bad for complaining about things going lousy for me. Things could be so, so worse. All you have to do is watch the news to know that. And that just makes me feel worse for feeling crappy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 106px" height="108" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/waterlily.jpg" width="197"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-09-10T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T03:23:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T03:23:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here's another cause I'm so excited about this!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="183" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b143/clareannette/whalebreech.jpg" width="264"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>i want to see if this works...</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T03:18:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T03:18:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a75/clareannette_/gorgous.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-09-10T14:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-10T18:05:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-10T18:05:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wish i could figure out how to post pictures in here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help anyone?</content>
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    <title>Utter disgust</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T01:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T01:09:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate Waterbury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Connecticut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate incompetence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being perpetually aggrivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so pissed off at everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I can't shake it.</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-08-29T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T23:44:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Of all of the weekends in my 27 years, this one has to go down as one of the absolute worst.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On Saturday afternoon I went down to the mailbox to put Elaine's wedding response in the mail (Yeah!!) While I was down there I got the mail out of my mailbox. In the mail was an envelope from the State of Connecticut. My portfolio score. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, it didn't go so well. And I spent all day Saturday crying. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, I have some pretty fantastic friends, and that helped emensely. Erin and Denise made me dinner Saturday&amp;nbsp;night, and we had Friendly's Watermelon Roll for dessert (my favorite). If it hadn't been for the two of them, I would have been miserable and crying all night. They were wonderful. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sunday was bad again, because I was all alone. I stayed in bed most of the day. But then a friend called, and I ended up going out Sunday night. I normally wouldn't go out the night before school started (only technically, it was just an inservice), but I was having a shitty weekend and deserved to have a good time. And I did have&amp;nbsp;a good time. Watching friends make an ass out of themselves singing karaoke is fun. Good fun. Good clean fun. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And that brings us to now. I'm sorely upset about the portfolio. Especially since everyone else I know did well. I'm devistated to be quite honest. But there's nothing I can do about that now. What's done is done. And now I have to take the next step. &lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-08-22T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T01:30:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T01:30:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*There are 6 days til school starts. I am thoroughly thrilled about this. (thoroughly thrilled?) I am excited to get back to school, get back to the routine, and see my kids. I did find out today that my Professional Development on Monday and Tuesday are with the music department and not at my school, which I am disappointed about, but nothing I can do about it. Tomorrow I will go back up to school.. finish setting my the new computer, and start putting up my posters. For someone who hated school so much when I was actually a student, it is amazing to me that I can't wait to go back. Funny how things work out I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;*I have put a profile up on JDate. JDate would be the Jewish equivilant of Match.com. I don't have a picture up yet, but I have already had two people email me. Hopefully once they see my picture they won't stop talking to me. Haha.. Hopefully I will have a picture up by the end of the week, and then we'll see what happens. I'll keep us all updated on that... &lt;br /&gt;*The married guy and I are friends. He said that we should hang out and get to know each other and stuff and I said, "but you're married". And he said, "what I can't have friends?" and I said, "you can have friends, but then you don't call it a date." I told him that I'm not the other woman and I'm not a home wrecker and I'm not comfortable going out with a married guy one-on-one. And he seems to be understanding of that. He calls less, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss it. He's a nice guy and I had a great time hanging out with him when he was in our band. However he is married. If he wasn't if might be different, but he is. So we are friends. With boundaries around it. Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I bought a new coffee table today at Ikea. I was just about to take it out of the box and put it together." &lt;br /&gt;R: "A new coffee table, huh? That's cool. Is it a regular coffee table or is it decafinated?" &lt;br /&gt;I think that's freakin funny. :o)  &lt;br /&gt;*SLO*</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-08-18T22:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T02:38:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T02:38:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For your viewing enjoyment some pictures of my Bristol Brass and Wind Ensemble can be found here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos"&gt;http://photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the pictures were bigger, you could actually see people's faces and I could tell you who people are, but, alas, the photo album only allows them to be so big. So my band friends will remain slightly anonymous. Unless someone figures out how to enlarge, and then I will be more than happy to endulge in talking about my friends... &lt;br /&gt;I love this band, I love these people. I'm so glad to have found them.  &lt;br /&gt;True Dat. &lt;br /&gt;True Dat.</content>
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    <title>clareannette @ 2005-08-18T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T01:12:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I went up to school yesterday and today to start putting my room together. &lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love it there? &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;Vacation's over. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to have a job that I love.</content>
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