﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>gele81's Xanga</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from gele81</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Thursday, January 13, 2005</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/186642938/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/186642938/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2005 13:41:53 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I can no longer guarantee I won’t be lazy.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you didnt have&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;all that much faith in me before did you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Anyways if you are really just on the edge of your seat dying to know what i’m thinking and feeling that would best be remedied by checking in with my myspace blog instead of this old thing.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;thursday special &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;If you came here looking for substance well, you’re in luck. But don’t get used to it. If you know me at all you know I am not an angry person. Like many things, I just can’t stick with it. I often forget why I was mad or I just wake up the next morning and it’s gone. No complaints, I suppose it’s the healthier way to be and all. And lord knows I don’t need another contributor to the grey hair. &lt;BR&gt;There are however certain things that make me consistently angry. One of which is prescription drugs and their pushers. Currently i'm happy to say that I am free of any daily regimen except for some chewable multi-vitamins. This was not always the case. We won’t go into detail of course because not only do you not care, but who needs to know. Let’s just say I have found myself on a rainbow of different things. I am now convinced this had more to do with sales reps than my actual need to be medicated.&lt;BR&gt;And now there is this business about Prozac making people want to kill themselves and how the makers of Prozac knew. Atrocious. It would be one thing if only people who really needed it were on it. Instead people with lazy doctors or those naive enough to “ask your doctor about Prozac today” are gobbling that shit up.&lt;BR&gt;I say naive because as we all know people are not in general bright enough to realize that those slick ads are more like car commercials and are not (NOT!) PSAs. Just because they got Peggy Fleming to skate around for vioxx doesn’t mean it won’t kill you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I was a kid I had the Peggy Fleming hair cut….for like five year&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogTimeStamp&gt;January 12, 2005 • Wednesday &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;www.secondhandsongs.com &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;in the past 24 hours i have heard two of the worst covers of all time. its not just the execution of course, it doenst help that the two songs are both in my top 25 songs of all time list.&lt;BR&gt;judge for your self&lt;BR&gt;scroll down to the track listings for each page&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00009PJRS/qid=1105551000/sr=11-1/ref=sr_11_1/104-4917871-7232742" target="_new"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff99&gt;cinnamon girl&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and this one is listed under "what a difference a day made" for some reason&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001XANUI/qid=1105551331/sr=2-1/ref=pd_ka_b_2_1/104-4917871-7232742" target="_new"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#66cccc&gt;high and dry&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogTimeStamp&gt;January 10, 2005 • Monday &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;I have little doggie foot prints on the back of my black sweatshirt &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;Oh sure you are thinking how cute this is. Perhaps not when you consider that the footprints are not of dirt but rather, im pretty sure, poo. I just got done cleaning up a whole mess of it. Now my hands smell like pine sol. And due to the wonders of the human brain I now associate the smell of pine sol with dog poo. I will not be eating with my hands any time soon.&lt;BR&gt;In other news school starts soon and I am terrified. Not the-girl-from-the-ring-is-waiting-behind-my-shower-curtain terrified. No, no, that was last night. Today it’s that oh-good-god-people-really-are-going-to-start-expecting-something-of-me terrified. The realization that my five and a half year trip through undergrad actually has an end but not a destination is enough to keep me in bed all day. Luckily we got new flannel sheets for Christmas and we are really enjoying them.&lt;BR&gt;This past weekend was nicely punctuated with good movies. First closer which im glad I talked my parents out of seeing as a family. And Manchurian candidate which was highly entertaining and would have been even with out the mother/son make out session. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogTimeStamp&gt;January 6, 2005 • Thursday &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;new &amp;amp; improved &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;It was pointed out to me that maybe by bad spelling isnt as charming as I thought it was. Or more importantly that people may not be taking me seriously. This was never really a goal. I don’t take myself seriously I cant imagine why anyone would. Anywho there will now be an effort to spell check and old entries have been corrected&lt;BR&gt;In other news I paid two hundred sixty dollars for some tv cables last night. Or were they some other sort of cables…I have no clue but colin said I needed them. They were for the new tv I bought but don’t quite have in my possession right now. Hence the large sum for cables.&lt;BR&gt;I locked my keys in my car this morning. Along with my cell phone. When the lock guy came he said “hey I remember you”&lt;BR&gt;Awesome &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogTimeStamp&gt;January 4, 2005 • Tuesday &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;extraordinary machine &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;again i woke up late. what the hell i ask you.... what.. the.. hell&lt;BR&gt;it is also raining again. i hope both of these trends end after today. &lt;BR&gt;so with some help i am attempting to give some order to things and "plan my life" &lt;BR&gt;the problem is i kinda know what i want to do. one of the obstacles to going about getting what i want is this weird ingrained belief that real people, people like me, dont get to do what they want. people like hillary duff get to do what they want.&lt;BR&gt;so im going to set out about a paradigm shift. i have good karma im semi-moral i should be able to get paid for doing something that comes natural to me.&lt;BR&gt;so the restructuring begins....tomorrow...&lt;BR&gt;im going home now to take a nap &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogTimeStamp&gt;January 3, 2005 • Monday &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;rabbit rabbit &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;well the new year is off to a smashing start....that was meant to be sarcastic but i guess i shouldnt be so down.&lt;BR&gt;i woke up two hours late this morning. and yet i was only ten minutes late to work. that does not add up at all. lucky for me amity was at work on time and no harm was done. i am morally opposed to being late though. i hate it. &lt;BR&gt;in other news i get to go buy a new TV. and this will hopefully coincide with other apartment renovations. ive been there for months but its still in need of some spiffing up.&lt;BR&gt;in even other news, life is tricky. oh sure this isnt quite news...im just getting frequent and persistent reminders of this. if the definition of maturity is the ability to delay satisfaction, then i would like to append to that the ability to hold your tongue.&lt;BR&gt;so perhaps i gauge my maturity by my new fondness of coffee without sugar and my abstinence from saying what i would love to say but know has no benefit to anyone other than myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/186641768/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 31, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/179980541/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/179980541/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 18:25:27 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;dude wheres my vacation &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;the hollidays are almost over and can i say i will be glad to have things back to normal. the only problem with my job is that it serves the purpose of letting the hollidays be enjoyable for other people and busy for me. granted im not about to complain about work or go look for another job but honestly i dont feel like ive had much of a vacation. luckily things should be back to normal by monday. and by normal i mean up at the crack of dawn and at work by 6 thirty. but then : nothing but blissful time to myself all afternoon. now there is something i can get excited about.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;in other news, being that it is new years eve it just occured to me that i dont have a resolution. im proud to say i have remembered and maintained my cinco de mayo resolution of not yelling at drivers any more. or at least i think im doing better. and then i also think ive done a good job with the being-more-honest bit which came about out of necessity rather than special occasion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;so i guess maybe if anyone has any suggestions im open. i think most people who know me would just settle for me finishing a sentence once and a while. if i dont get any better challenges maybe ill just go with that &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/179980541/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, December 16, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/172470593/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/172470593/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2004 13:51:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;why my mom is the best (or ode to smoking) &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;so here i was thinking i was doing a bang up job hiding my new habit from my parents. hiding it of course for the flack ive recieved in the past when they found out.&lt;BR&gt;but then a funny thing happened&lt;BR&gt;while in chicago, after the funeral, at my aunts appartment, my cousin fiena approached me (actually, it might have been stella..they are twins...) anyways one of them came up to me and asked me if i would like to join her outside. perplexed i said yes. i knew i didnt smell like smoke cause it had been 24 woefull hourse since last smoke. i asked her how she knew i smoked. she said to me in her thick russian accent "your mother, she said i should come ask you"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;in other news, its actually good to be back at work. when george got dropped off today his owner told me he wags his tail the most when he sees me. this means a lot comming from george is is a grumpy gnome of a dog. &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/172470593/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 12, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/170562736/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/170562736/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2004 15:29:14 GMT</pubDate><description>well the shoes came. its sad to say, after all that anticipation, that
they are going back. i just couldnt keep them after realizing i didnt
love them enough to justify the spending of the money. i have to give
credit where credit is due which will greatly please emily, and give a
shout out to my boy kenny. not only were the shoes lovely but they came
with a free shoe bag. it takes a special person to understand the
importance of accessorizing your accessories.&lt;br&gt;
and
due to a fortuitous happening of events i do not feel cheated as i have
recieved a cornacopia of gifts both unexpected and from unexpected
people. the holidays rock yall!</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/170562736/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 08, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/168844352/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/168844352/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 23:24:00 GMT</pubDate><description>the only final i really care about is over and done with.&lt;br&gt;
i will never be fully satisfied with it being that it will never be finished &lt;br&gt;
not only do i take lousy pictures but the wall is at a weird angle as well&lt;br&gt;
i appologize for that&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_new" href="http://geneva.buzznet.com/user/?id=711160"&gt;http://geneva.buzznet.com/user/?id=711160&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/168844352/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, December 07, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/168316731/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/168316731/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2004 22:35:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i love my boss.&amp;nbsp; i feel like this is worth mentioning because most people either couldnt care less or loath their employer.&amp;nbsp; she is just the best. the job itself on the other hand is getting old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; its not the dogs...sure some of them poo inside on a regular basis, and some of them bark right at me if i dont throw them a ball every two minutes.&amp;nbsp; but its the owners...oh how i dislike making small talk with the owners of previously mentioned dogs about how great their dog is....also really, its cold....and im not a big fan of spending my mornings shivering and wishing i could hibernate till march.&amp;nbsp; good thing about freezing temperatures is that the poo is much easier to pick up when it is frozen solid.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;in other news tonight marks the first night of chanukah.&amp;nbsp; dont get too jellous about my impending reception of gifts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gosh mom gets more and more creative every year on new ways to wrap socks and undies.&amp;nbsp; im greatful dont get me wrong....now i can put off doing laundry for even longer.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/168316731/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, December 04, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/166730401/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/166730401/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2004 17:42:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;turning over the truth leaf&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;this is my new project for my twenty third year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;so far it is going swimingly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;today has been quite surreal.&lt;BR&gt;ive spent my morning at work eating godiva chocolates buying shoes and having one of the best conversations ever.&amp;nbsp; best because it couldnot have happened anyother time and therefor i feel like i should be greatful to the cosmos or planets or what have you for allowing its occurance.&lt;BR&gt;no i havent lost it&lt;BR&gt;im just happy&lt;BR&gt;its a wonderful thing to find happiness within youself &lt;BR&gt;but i dont think you should overlook the possibility of letting someone else make you happy either&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;my new shoes:&lt;A href="http://www.onlineshoes.com/productpage.asp?type=brand&amp;amp;brandid=41&amp;amp;brandcatid=357&amp;amp;gen=w&amp;amp;pcid=12226" target="_new"&gt;http://www.onlineshoes.com/productpage.asp?type=brand&amp;amp;brandid=41&amp;amp;brandcatid=357&amp;amp;gen=w&amp;amp;pcid=12226&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/166730401/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 01, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/165287059/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/165287059/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 16:05:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;its effin rediculous &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;how i get myself all twisted up in knots over nothing&lt;BR&gt;everything is fine. perhaps after readin yesterdays blog you were worried....probably not though.... no one seemed too worried...i recived no consolation prizes of cookies or jewlery. ah well...i guess you all are just busy.&lt;BR&gt;its only ten am but ive officially decided not to go to class this afternoon. yoshiko will understand, and instead i will eat soup and pastry and get my ass in gear and started on other school work. &lt;BR&gt;i feel like telling a joke&lt;BR&gt;there are two potatoes standing on the street corner...how do you tell which one is the prostitute?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the one with the idaho sticker&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/165287059/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 30, 2004</title><link>http://gele81.xanga.com/164806396/item/</link><guid>http://gele81.xanga.com/164806396/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 15:36:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;nevermind the fact that its freezing &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;lets say that was all that was wrong with today. that would be awesome. instead i feel like i would rather loose a toe to frosbite than deal with life right now. the short of the long is that i have once again managed to screw myself over. not at one thing but several including but not limited to school. maybe i keep doing it cause im so good at it. i like being good at things. but i think we all agree myself and those who come incontact with me would just be a hell of a lot happier if i put that effort into the cookies or the knitting. &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://gele81.xanga.com/164806396/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>