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  <title>she who saved the world</title>
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  <updated>2005-10-13T22:17:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:52917</id>
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    <title>Giving Myself An Order</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T22:17:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T22:17:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alisha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your first UCLA essay due tomorrow, which means today is the worst day of your life.  Not to worry, there are a few things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) don't waste time with livejournal updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) go to a secluded place wearing non-descript clothing and work on your essay.  don't look anyone in the eye.  just write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) don't listen to music or do anything that reminds you of existence outside of your first UCLA essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) write a kick ass fucking paper.  (and try to forget the fact your teacher was trained at Harvard).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:52502</id>
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    <title>if i can't dance than i don't want to be a part of your revolution.</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T06:00:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T06:00:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,&lt;br /&gt;A medley of extemporanea; &lt;br /&gt;And love is a thing that can never go wrong; &lt;br /&gt;And I am Marie of Romania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dorothy Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have believed in something that disappointed me, and that is the risk of believing.  but it is better to color your life with passing loves than to never take a risk at all.  after it is over, what have i lost?  nothing further than a belief that was meant for a particular time and place anyhow.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:52073</id>
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    <title>"I would like to step out of my heart, and go walking beneath the enormous sky."</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T19:35:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T19:35:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>glad and sorry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Considering that, all hatred driven hence&lt;br /&gt;the soul recovers radical innocence,&lt;br /&gt;and learns at last that it is self-delighting,&lt;br /&gt;self-appeasing, self-affrightening,&lt;br /&gt;and that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;&lt;br /&gt;she can, though every face should scowl,&lt;br /&gt;and every windy quarter howl,&lt;br /&gt;or every bellows burst, be happy still."&lt;br /&gt;-William Butlet Yeats from Erica Jong novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;events in the past week have me sick and down...but things were bound to fall apart.  college breaks everyone up.  but its good, because it reminds me that I'm young and that I should be doing what I'm supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am buying tickets to Costa Rica tomorrow for only $302.  and that's with tax, baby.  It's the perfect get-away before I get cramped up in a teeny dorm room studying to keep myself afloat at UCLA.  I want to intern at the newspaper, join a couple of clubs, get involved in a film/creative project, and spend all my free time guy-watching, visiting my best friends, dancing, going to concerts, eating good food, sunning on the beach, admiring people and clothes on Rodeo, thrift shopping, sushi stuffing, sitting at a park with a good book, going to the good view spots with the hot boys, hanging around the museums, and just taking advantage of all LA has to offer.  maybe I wont be cramped up for all that long.  ;)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:51819</id>
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    <title>just wakin' up in the morning, gotta thank god.</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T02:34:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T02:34:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>and momma cooked da breakfast wit no hog</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, these last few months have been good.  freakin great, actually.  moving out was the best decision.  they say its not easy to live on your own, but for the three of us it is.  i wanted color music beauty light and i have it.  and the best friends, near and far.  and beautiful fresh flowers from costa rica.  and empty bottles of wine reminding me of nights gone by.  the other night we got drunk and everyone picked up a different instrument and we jammed to moby while christine danced.  tiddly-wee.  who says being young is easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note: berkeley and ucla have been dragging this shit out for too damn long.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:51542</id>
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    <title>Leanna's Talking...</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T07:22:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T07:22:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">quote of the night: "whenever i want to cry on call i think of you dying"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:51322</id>
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    <title>its that time of the season again...</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T04:57:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T05:39:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>u dont know jack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">GOALS AND OTHER THINGS THAT WILL HAPPEN(by June):&lt;br /&gt;- the good times with friends &lt;br /&gt;- straight As&lt;br /&gt;- school decisions&lt;br /&gt;- no more tin man boys&lt;br /&gt;- shape up tone up lose weight excercise &lt;i&gt;damnit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- save $$ for big travel &lt;br /&gt;- make mexico happen&lt;br /&gt;- a boy over 21&lt;br /&gt;- guitar and pilates everyday&lt;br /&gt;- do your art thing&lt;br /&gt;- read those books&lt;br /&gt;- uh oh credit card debt&lt;br /&gt;- theme "FUCK IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;- u are going away soooooooooon</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:51035</id>
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    <title>fuck me</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T01:14:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T01:14:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>PUT OUT MORE EFFORT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">goddamnit i missed the due date for the alumni scholarships goddamnit</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:50719</id>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2005-01-14T22:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T03:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T03:13:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Family &amp; Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, January 20th, President Bush will be sworn into office foranother four years. There are numerous protests scheduled for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest will be in Washington, D.C. There will also be&lt;br /&gt;local protests in every major city throughout the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not all of us will be able to participate in these protests and&lt;br /&gt;demonstrations. However, there is a more meaningful protest planned for that day that EVERYONE who&lt;br /&gt;opposes the war in Iraq CAN participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not One Damn Dime Day - Jan 20, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our religious leaders will not speak out against the war in Iraq,&lt;br /&gt;since our political leaders don't have the moral courage to oppose it,&lt;br /&gt;since Bush is wasting 40 MILLION dollars on his inauguration&lt;br /&gt;party...while the soldiers have inadequate armor and too few of&lt;br /&gt;them to create or maintain peace in Iraq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inauguration Day, Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;January 20th, 2005 is "Not One Damn DimeDay" in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On"Not One Damn Dime Day" those who oppose what is happening in our name &lt;br /&gt;in Iraq can speak up with a 24-hour national boycott of all forms of consumer spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During "Not One! Damn Dime Day" please&lt;br /&gt;don't spend any money. Not one damn dime for gasoline. Not one damn dime for necessities or for impulse purchases. &lt;br /&gt;Not one damn dime for nothing for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On "Not One Damn Dime Day," please boycott Wal-Mart,&lt;br /&gt;Kmart, and Target...&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go to the mall or the local conveniencestore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't buy any fast food (or any groceries at all&lt;br /&gt;for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 24 hours, please do what you can to shut the retail economy down.&lt;br /&gt;The object is simple. &lt;br /&gt;Remind the people in power that the war in Iraq is immoral and illegal; that they are responsible for starting it and that it is their responsibility to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not One Damn Dime Day" is to remind them, too, that they work for the people of the United States of America, not for the international corporations and K Street lobbyists who represent the corporations and funnel cash into American politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not One Damn Dime Day" is about supporting&lt;br /&gt;the troops. The politicians put the troops in harm's way.&lt;br /&gt;Now1,300 brave young Americans and (some estimate) 100,00 Iraqis have died.&lt;br /&gt;The politicians owe our troops a plan - a way to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no rally to attend. No marching to do. No left or right wing&lt;br /&gt;agenda to rant about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On "Not One Damn Dime Day" you take action by&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing. You open your mouth by keeping your&lt;br /&gt;wallet closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 24 hours, nothing gets spent, not one damn dime,&lt;br /&gt;to remind our religious leaders and our politicians of their moral&lt;br /&gt;responsibility to end the war in Iraq and give America back to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share&lt;br /&gt;this email with as many people as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridgit Van&lt;br /&gt;Belleghem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bavanbelleghem@ucdavis.edu</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:50567</id>
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    <title>skip a life completely, stuff it in a cup</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T22:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T22:32:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>egg drop soup conversation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this whole growing up thing has really gotten out of hand.  just when ive finished with one decision, there comes another.  and they are all big now.  big important contractual future shaping decisions.  it wasn't always like this.  it used to be a thought a feeling an idea-one second and decision made.  and it didnt matter too much either way.  now im wondering what the hell i thought about with with all that free time when i was younger.  dreaming decisions away.  ive really got to cut back on rationalization-thought time per day before i start bleeding oil.</content>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-12-02T16:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T00:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T00:38:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA)is seeking&lt;br /&gt;input on a new proposed study in which infants in&lt;br /&gt;participating low income families will be monitored&lt;br /&gt;for health impacts as they undergo exposure to known&lt;br /&gt;toxic chemicals over the course of two years. For&lt;br /&gt;taking part in these studies, each family will receive&lt;br /&gt;$970, a free video camera, a T-shirt, and a framed&lt;br /&gt;certificate of appreciation. The study, entitled&lt;br /&gt;Children's Environmental Exposure Research Study&lt;br /&gt;(CHEERS), will look at how chemicals are ingested,&lt;br /&gt;inhaled or absorbed by children ranging from babies to&lt;br /&gt;3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment to follow this link and join tens&lt;br /&gt;of thousands of citizens in petitioning the EPA to&lt;br /&gt;terminate this study prior to its proposed launch in&lt;br /&gt;early 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/epa-alert.htm"&gt;http://www.organicconsumers.org/epa-alert.htm&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:49958</id>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-11-09T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-09T23:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-09T23:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">they aren't fucking around with those toll road violations.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:49747</id>
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    <title>and fate cycles by...</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T01:09:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T01:09:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I LUV NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should be in boston right now, but new york city calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were hanging out at asheesh's apartment in tribeca tonight...he's throwing a kegger on the roof, surrounded by all of the tall financial buildings, down the street from the world trade center.  the view is ridiculous.  christine and i are the only ones that wont be a nyu music business student, but we are gonna work on our m.r.s. degree tonight.  growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day at columbia and the met museum...our feet hate us right now...meeting amazing people, everyones got a cool story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating a knish this morning, we saw vincent gallo ride by on a rickety old bike.  missed him by that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i luv this city.  gotta live in this city.</content>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-09-15T00:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T07:03:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-15T07:03:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">now you can find me here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alishajuice</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:48956</id>
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    <title>everybody says yesterday paved the way</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T04:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T04:03:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>and this is what we get for being lazy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am making tea, deleting pictures, listening to john lennon's imagine, jumping in the pool backwards, reading erica jong in between naps, taking a long hot shower, researching hybrids and ibooks, getting ready for my dads party tomorrow, finally getting around to my homework, a little bit bored but relaxed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine comes home tomorrow!</content>
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    <title>find me and follow me to the academic factory</title>
    <published>2004-08-26T23:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-26T23:34:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">somethings: old friends.  im so happy when shelly is here...i want her to stay more than anything but vegas is the best path to get where she wants to...my aunt was supposed to visit but shes canceled again, im so disappointed because we would have so much fun with her and i know i can learn a lot-the womans got a law degree from georgetown! and shes a professional photographer and she moved to NYC when she was my age and i love her stories; she went to europe too and we have so much to talk about...so i guess ill have to go out there (NYC) to visit her, because stories are better in person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited for this year...i just got hired with student traveler magazine in advertising, working from home, and it completely depends on me how much i want to make, and i want to make just enough to pay off this summers travel expenses and still have enough for next summer...im looking forward to going back to classes, learning about art and the stars and reading good literature, get my brain working again, i havent written anything im proud of in a long time...more beach days, less tv time...stine and i are finding the most beautiful places to study and relax-it makes all the difference to me...i think about finding a boyfriend sometimes but then i remember that boyfriends are a distraction, a happy distraction, but not one that i need right now...lia, my teacher in paris, called and i think we are going to go to lunch or something.  i like her, she's like me in a lot of ways, and we talked about things that i thought id never have in common with anyone.  its really random cause she might be as old as my grandma, but we get along so well...i love having mentors, i get so much out of those relationships at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats where i am at...i still think about europe everyday and how life was there, and it is for me.  its a cure for all things orange county.  but hey, its not so bad here, especially when you can wear your bathing suit everywhere and anything you want is a drive away.  but i am planning my future elsewhere.</content>
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    <title>this corner of the earth smiles at us....</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T22:21:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T22:21:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jail</lj:music>
    <content type="html">we were very sad to leave paris...until we went to kandersteg!!!  a fairytale town in the middle of swissland...ps the swiss are a higher BREED!!!  i want to marry one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are in amsterDAM now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hostels slogan is "now with a door on EVERY room!"  we found a tiny cafe that is 2 flights of stairs underground and painted like venice beach and smokey with weed blasting oasis wonderwall and the hash/weed menu is cheap!  really cheap! (christine says)  4E a gram...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming from a town pop. 1100 in the swiss alps, where the biggest day of the year was August 1st for the Boy Scout parade (and you know stine and i were right along side!...ps we stayed with the boy scouts and had to call ourselves the "Flecky-Davis" troop!!!haha), and they dont even GIVE you a key to your room because stealing is inconceivable...and now entering a hostel that says in every possible open space "DONT NOT LEAVE VALUBLES UNATTENDED!!"...it can be a bit disheartening...christine and i are very sad because the french flag i got from bastille day and the swiss flags they gave us from swiss/boy scout day (to decorate our backpacks) were stolen out of our bags while we checked in...heeeeeellllp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are trying to make friends with apartments.  amsterdam is like a boston college town x200 because its people from all over the world smoking weed and smoking weed and sometimes hash, if they really wanna mix it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are happy to see some english again...in swiss-land you had no idea what language youd come upon, even greeting eachother (everyone says hi in small towns) people would wait until the very last second to see what language you used, then they'd be like,"oh yes! hell-o!  Good even-ing!!"...hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we may meet a friend at the heniken brewery then go to the van gogh museum!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now we must go...we are worried about our backpacks/lifepacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loooooooove you all and we should all study abroad in AMSTERDAM</content>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-07-27T22:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-27T21:10:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-27T21:15:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">has everyone gotten my postcards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take two metros to school everyday.  it is about 45 minutes to school and lately i have felt like i am in the waiting room of the doctors office.  everyone coughing and looking sick and looking around to see who else is sick too.  so it makes things better when i imagine who i want to be there with me.  and ya heres some cheese but i think of everyone i love at home and katie to make things out of nothing; linds for laughs and jokes; sarah for intensity; shelly brings class and because i think she is silly; britton keeps us relaxed; weber for long funny stories; silverman so we learn something; dan for his perspective; garett for comments; and leanna to make everything beautiful and there is more people but i have a crowd waiting for me up the street at an aussie bar i just came to check my mail and i have none so i wanted to update because i had nice things to say.</content>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-07-16T23:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-16T21:40:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-17T09:56:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we are using a cojmputer at someones house right now and we have one minute to write and we are drinking sangria and eating home made apple pie and listening to moby and having pathetic conversations but fun and  laughing and making fun of eachother all the time and everyone knows more and less of every language so we all sound stupid and it makes everyone silly...the sangria does too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of the guys is the french version of brian tice EXACTLY and his name is BRYCE! ahaha</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:47693</id>
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    <title>just buzzing like a fridge</title>
    <published>2004-07-15T10:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-15T10:41:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>europeisagoodplacetolivebecausetheyknowhowtoenrichtheirdays</lj:music>
    <content type="html">christine is updating about bastille day right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want me to write about the same exact things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picnicked yesterday and a boy next to us played radiohead on his guitar and sang and for once the sky was blue while we ate soup and grapes and were happy.&lt;br /&gt;we found FRENCH TOP RAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!  34centimes a pack!  &lt;br /&gt;i like european life better than america.&lt;br /&gt;meeting amazing people everyday, 2 boys on metro yesterday...one french one spanish but they speak italian to eachother and english to me...everyone loves to practice their english...&lt;br /&gt;yay called home yesterday and i was happy to talk to leanna and mom.&lt;br /&gt;today we are going to the au pair place in paris that can hook us up with babysitting jobs for long periods of time...apparently the family will pay for your school if you watch their kids.  sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;then we are going to musee d orsay...gonna be good because it has a lot of modern art...i am halfway through gertrude stein's The AutoBiography of Alice B Toklas, which is basically gertrude steins life-stories and one sentence at the end of each paragraph about alice.  its great because she hung out with picasso matisse gaugain apollinaire braque etc etc etc and i love this book.  &lt;br /&gt;im hungry and there is a cafe down the street i have to try.</content>
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    <title>but a life of luxury is all i need.</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T11:10:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-09T11:10:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the kinks, modest mouse, beck, mozart, velvet underground</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am adapted now.  &lt;br /&gt;ive rediscovered my legs.&lt;br /&gt;i bring an umbrella and sunglasses everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i eat cheap warm and flaky croissants for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i can ask for tap water with dignity.&lt;br /&gt;metro-eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;now i buy champagne from the market.&lt;br /&gt;some one asked ME for DIRECTIONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw Farenheit 911 with Stine and Rauldolph-political history genius with a laugh like Noah Bagdonas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow monet's house then party at the discotec with some waiters from the champs elysee.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:47321</id>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-06-23T15:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T22:34:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-24T04:22:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the last month of my life has been for paris...money money from daddy and mommy, working and typing and faxing and eating.  what to wear what to eat what to see what to read what to buy before i go or after what.  every stupid cent counts cause it could add up to a magnet from the champs elysee.  ive been in anticipation.  thats it.. month-long waiting and planning.  there is the guarantee, there. because i didnt just live a month planning to go and learn french in a better context.  this is everything for me.  bright eyes again.  i renounce traffic and bad movies, VH1/MTV eating fast food, time not thinking about anything, all of my smelly shoes and bad habits ... netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think about what ive learned from influencial people and i think the most and best is coming for me.  i am more than open, i want it, i want mentors and leaders and wise people around me all the time, enjoying life and its finer things.  let the city of light guide me. la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i cut my hair today.  gasp.  the cut reminds me of uma thurman in hysterical blindness, and anything uma-ish is next to god so for once i am happy with the hair.  tamaras boyfriend did it.</content>
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    <title>atypical_alisha @ 2004-06-08T08:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T16:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T16:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stories with friends makes my life brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next three weeks are all the summer i get...laughlin, mexico, vegas, beach boys &amp; jason mraz.  time seems to be moving faster.  driving home from laughlin was good.  driving is good for me.  i think long about things that get tossed aside.  i can brush up next to old feelings, maybe through songs, and be there and remember things shelved away.  i dont like how its a little different everytime.  i want to grab hold of those frozen moments and wring them out inside me like new.  it makes me sad a little.  sitting inside me fading.  i can admit im growing older.  and its not anything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:46477</id>
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    <title>life is clear in the moon shadows and hot air.</title>
    <published>2004-06-05T03:46:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-05T03:47:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>modestmouse-day, ledzepplin-sunset.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sun burned like a lobster with a tender exoskeleton.  i have the sexi jet ski tan(to-be) that the deidrich-girl types get.  my parents woke us up with the slot(he) machines we have &lt;i&gt;in our living room&lt;/i&gt;!  right next to the rv.  7am and its "party time" with the jackpot party machine and "reel 'em in!"-and my parents are singing and dancing along.  gnucsh!  by the time we got in the water its 10 and hot and beautiful.  lake water feels soft.  the only underwater worry were striped bass (i watched anaconda last night) and they dont bite or swallow humans whole.  leanna and i explored the sea.doo and took it to 50mph.  when you ride on water that fast the sun sparkles blend together into a pathway.  we trailed behind the boat in a blow-up jetski which was pointless but leanna liked it.  tonight we light off fireworks with dj and star-gaze (i just looked to my left and noticed a huuuuuge telescope in the kitchen)  the best is going to sleep in a king-size bed with fancy pillows and a shiny comforter after a day of sweat and sun and muscle.  my gas-thumb is killing me.  tomorrow an 8 hour boat safety class that leanna and i will prob sneak out of.  after refreshments.  good god the party machine is going off again...thats the way, uh-huh, uh-huh...ok must get out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:46115</id>
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    <title>oh life is like a maze of doors~and they all open from the side you're on.</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T23:14:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T23:14:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cat stevens-greatest hits</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my dad is paying me while I read books on Paris, file papers, and print pictures of Jeff Goldblum, so i can have extra $cash$ to pick up some souvenirs at the Lourve or splurge on a better dinner wine at some quiet cafe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;color and light list for this week:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ scrap book&lt;br /&gt;~ run/situps&lt;br /&gt;~ sushi/tan with leanna&lt;br /&gt;~ rent &amp; read more on Paris&lt;br /&gt;~ plan post-Paris&lt;br /&gt;~ video tape in laughlin (?)&lt;br /&gt;~ intern&lt;br /&gt;~ watch "say anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though your dreams may toss and turn you now&lt;br /&gt;they will vanish away&lt;br /&gt;like your daddy's best jeans&lt;br /&gt;denim blue fading up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and though you want him to last forever&lt;br /&gt;you know he never will&lt;br /&gt;and the patches make the goodbye&lt;br /&gt;harder still</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:atypical_alisha:45859</id>
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    <title>"i know starting over is not what life's about"~the world at large</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T22:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T23:00:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">celebrating the end of my first year of college with sushi, joni mitchell, modest mouse and a massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Circle Game-Joni Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a child came out to wander&lt;br /&gt;Caught a dragonfly inside a jar&lt;br /&gt;Fearful, when the sky was full of thunder&lt;br /&gt;and tearful at the falling of a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}&lt;br /&gt;and the season's they go round and round&lt;br /&gt;and the painted ponies go up and down&lt;br /&gt;we're captive on the carousel of time&lt;br /&gt;we can't return, we can only look&lt;br /&gt;behind from where we came&lt;br /&gt;and go round and round and round in the circle game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the child moved ten times round the seasons&lt;br /&gt;skated over ten clear frozen streets&lt;br /&gt;words like "when you're older" must appease him&lt;br /&gt;and promises of "someday" make up his dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now&lt;br /&gt;cartwheels turn to carwheels through the town&lt;br /&gt;and they tell him, "take your time, it won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;'til you drag your feet to slow the circle's down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the years spin by and now the boy is twenty&lt;br /&gt;though his dreams have lost some gandeur coming true&lt;br /&gt;they'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty&lt;br /&gt;before the last revolving year is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}</content>
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