<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577</id><updated>2011-10-14T19:42:33.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>544</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8072400014643013661</id><published>2011-02-16T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:38:33.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am again. I think the last time I updated was in the summer when I was going to all those concerts....which were awesome by the way.Things are good, mostly. Hit a bit of a rough patch, but, whatever. I'm moving at the end of March. Getting a place with Rae. Am I excited about it? Yes and no. I don't really want to live with someone else, but I know it's going to save me a TON of money, so,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8072400014643013661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8072400014643013661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#8072400014643013661' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-6382496109833547326</id><published>2010-09-27T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:03:23.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am. Haven't updated in yet another long time. A lot of bullshit has been going on lately that I haven't really felt like talking about. But also, some good things have happened, too. Everything will work out again.I've been trying to go out a little more. Even though I'm pretty tired after work, I've been trying to get together with my friends for dinner or just for coffee somewhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6382496109833547326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6382496109833547326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6382496109833547326' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-2903604885204722264</id><published>2010-08-04T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:20:20.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What have been up to lately, you ask?!?!?!?! Concerts. Up, that's right. Concerts. At least that's what I've been up to this past week. I swear, I wish I could devote my life to going to concerts. I really should look into seeing If I can somehow get into being a roadie or something. It sounds silly, I know, but hey, ya never know. Anyways, here's my story. I was desperately awaiting the release </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2903604885204722264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2903604885204722264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#2903604885204722264' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-5144505244134124936</id><published>2010-07-01T20:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:39:50.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who didn't know already, I'm a HUGE music snob. At least for music from the late 90's and beyond. I don't have much tolerance for it. If you're a band past the late 90's, you had better prove yourself to me for me to listen to you. I also REALLY hate when newer bands think they're cool and decide to cover older classics. It IRRITATES me to no end. (I'm not necessarily okay with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/5144505244134124936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/5144505244134124936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#5144505244134124936' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7370665623591440535</id><published>2010-06-15T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:27:27.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm titling this entry "Good things". Because it's going to be all about good things :-P. Go figure!!!!So, I filled up my gas tank in New Jersey on the way back from Philadelphia. When I got home I had just under a half of a tank. That was almost one week ago and I still have a quarter of a tank left. Oh. My. Gosh. I am LOVING all the money I am saving on gas. I never thought this was possible. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7370665623591440535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7370665623591440535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7370665623591440535' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-2214242758581364849</id><published>2010-06-12T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:33:59.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many things have happened since I last wrote in here, I don't even know where to begin....First and foremost, after many months of searching and searching, (although not all at once) I finally got a new job. I am finally free from the hell that was Borders. I could not stand that place anymore. I am never spending another penny in that store ever again. And I encourage everyone to refrain from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2214242758581364849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2214242758581364849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2214242758581364849' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-4109684674091383078</id><published>2010-05-05T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:44:35.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been in a really odd mood lately. All of these random thoughts keep popping into my head that really have nothing to do with anything. I feel like Andy Rooney. If you choose to comment on my next paragraph, I will not respond. Just so you know. I don't care what you think so don't argue with me.From what I've read about this new Immigration law in Arizona, I am all for it. I know everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/4109684674091383078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/4109684674091383078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4109684674091383078' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7852247367145928141</id><published>2010-04-27T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:59:03.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Hello Hello.Has been a little while since my last update, but that's okay. Why? Because I say so.I'm actually doing pretty well right now. I've been able to spend some money on myself which has been AWESOME. For a change I haven't had to watch where every single penny has gone, I'm ahead on my bills and saving for my future. I've also been able to be more generous to others which is always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7852247367145928141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7852247367145928141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7852247367145928141' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7391541134424140534</id><published>2010-03-13T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:25:43.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things have been pretty good lately. The weather is finally starting to get better which is AWESOME. It's been a long winter. Although I will say one thing. We had a little dusting of snow, no more than an inch on a Friday night a couple weeks ago and when I woke up to go to work the next morning, it looked really beautiful! All the snow was on the trees and it was all really powdery. It looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7391541134424140534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7391541134424140534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7391541134424140534' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-6566367731086114611</id><published>2010-02-19T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:33:40.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only about 4 days since my last post!!! I'm getting better!!!! This week has been a real test for me. Mostly because I'm incredibly broke. I don't think I've ever been more broke in my life. I've had to ration everything very carefully. I am grateful to God for my parents though. My Dad was kind enough to loan me money to pay my electric bill, and my mom bought me some food and gave me $20 for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6566367731086114611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6566367731086114611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6566367731086114611' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-6367860161687856226</id><published>2010-02-15T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:44:53.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, it has been a while since my last blog...I really need to start updating this thing more. I also realize that I need to change the set-up of this thing since it's a little out of date...actually very out of date.I know I've said this many times, but God is great. It's amazing how much I've learned in just this past week. One thing is, God is definitely trying to teach me to trust in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6367860161687856226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6367860161687856226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6367860161687856226' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8522963722863085919</id><published>2009-08-26T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:19:16.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really hate updating this thing only to bitch, and I promise I won't the whole time because that's, well, babyish. But I do have something on my mind.I have a problem with people who claim to be Christians and then go out of their way (it seems) to try and show that they are better than everyone else, thus making people feel bad. Just because you have faith that doesn't make you better than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8522963722863085919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8522963722863085919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8522963722863085919' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-2587398306977115304</id><published>2009-07-01T07:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:33:40.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting to type up a sort of news entry for a while now... but never got around to it for some reason. But at any rate...here I am. As some of you know, back at Christmas, my step-mother got me a gift certificate for a make-up consultation. It was at the same place where her and I get our hair done. So, I did that back in May I believe. It was....interesting. It did look really nice, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2587398306977115304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2587398306977115304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2587398306977115304' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-6438285363004341482</id><published>2009-04-25T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:03:39.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't written in here in a couple months. I guess that's nothing new for me now a-days. This thing has kind of had it's time I think. Although I've had it since Freshman year of high school so it would be kind of sad to delete ALL of those posts at this point. But anyways.I guess this is nothing new for me, but, I've been very disappointed in people lately. The part that isn't new is that it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6438285363004341482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6438285363004341482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6438285363004341482' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7411467596246948307</id><published>2009-03-10T20:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:07:56.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To start off this new and wonderful post, I think I'll open with some more annoyances. Haha, lovely, I know. Okay. First off, Is it really hard to learn the differences between "Your and You're"??? and There, Their, and They're? It bugs me SOOOOOOO Much when people use the wrong form of these words. Maybe it shouldn't, but it does. But then again, so does people spelling words wrong. I obviously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7411467596246948307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7411467596246948307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7411467596246948307' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8935646716542867540</id><published>2009-01-20T08:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:43:20.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Here's my problem(s) with today. Today is the inauguration of our new president. Leading up to this day I've been observing the behavior of my peers and I have to say that I'm less than thrilled. We did not elect a president.....we elected a pop star. He may as well have won American Idol or have come out with a hit single called "my presidential humps". Now, that's not really his fault...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8935646716542867540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8935646716542867540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8935646716542867540' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8030051847132037092</id><published>2008-12-27T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:45:12.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, here's more random videos that I've come across lately.seriously, who knew Dana Carvey was so funny doing stand-up?!? Not me!ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!Horray for Family Guy. Seriously, this so wrong but absolutely hilarious.How Carrie Underwood won to this I will never know. He is amazing...not to mention extremely hott. Go Luke!!!!! ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8030051847132037092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8030051847132037092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8030051847132037092' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-6852328629103576775</id><published>2008-12-10T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:41:11.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random thoughts.Keep in mind while reading this:This is my blog. You're entitled to your opinions about it...I just don't care.If you're going to come into my cafe, don't sit there all day with your notebooks and laptops when it's busy and not order anything. It's rude to the people who actually paid for something and want to sit down. More importantly, don't bring your own food to a place that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6852328629103576775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6852328629103576775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6852328629103576775' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-2404999828048371608</id><published>2008-11-27T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:25:35.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best things in life are free. That's a definite. It being Thanksgiving and all, it makes me think more and more about that.-Scott. We've been through so much in the past 2 years...and still have a long way to go. But through it all our relationship has only gotten stronger, and we've grown tremendously as individuals. I'm so incredibly blessed to even say that I know him.-Dad. As much as he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2404999828048371608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2404999828048371608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2404999828048371608' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8849977732623973148</id><published>2008-11-09T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:55:13.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Instead of a normal update, here's a selection of some youtube videos that have caught my eye in recent days :)I LOVE the Roaming Gnome!!!!Rudy's the man.He is sooooo hott. Can't wait for the new Goo goo dolls album! whenever that is.Love this one!!this one speaks for itself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8849977732623973148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8849977732623973148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8849977732623973148' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-3709813651107325138</id><published>2008-10-29T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:45:13.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good evening fellow life forms. I am back again with another post to satisfy all of your cravings to know what has been going on with me. Haha.... I really need to edit this layout. As awesome as it is, I've had it for way too long. Time to think of something else. Last night was absolutely AMAZING. My Dad and I went to see The Who at Mohegan Sun. It was definitely one of the best shows I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3709813651107325138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3709813651107325138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3709813651107325138' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-2096571331695307283</id><published>2008-10-01T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:21:49.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a really long time since I've written in here...since June! I really should get this thing back up and running again. I haven't done anything with it in so long, it's just been sitting here. I have 527 posts on here! I would have had more but a while ago there was some kind of a glitch with it and I had to erase everything. But it's funny going back and reading the stuff I wrote back in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2096571331695307283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/2096571331695307283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2096571331695307283' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-5694991542151857397</id><published>2008-06-10T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:16:43.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's REALLY hot. About 95 degrees. And I will admit that I'm not minding it too much. I handle a lot better in heat than in the wicked freezing cold and snow and shit. Although I was worried about my cat. But I left the fan on for her and gave her plenty of water and she's fine. Thankfully.Something happens when one gets married. They have a celebration and tie the knot and then go on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/5694991542151857397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/5694991542151857397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5694991542151857397' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-4967481016640140347</id><published>2008-05-15T16:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:51:51.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Warning*: Some of the things said in this blog entry may offend you. but, like my disclaimer says "I'm not writing to make you happy, I'm writing to make me happy"....you may be angry at some of the things I've said, but, I don't care, and don't want to hear about how you do. Thanks.***Here I am again, almost a month ago was my last entry. It's weird that I used to make a habit of writing on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/4967481016640140347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/4967481016640140347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4967481016640140347' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-9175569649917246479</id><published>2008-04-13T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:52:06.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello all. Here I am again. It's Sunday...I'm off...Just sitting here drinking some Refresh tea...Which is mighty delicious by the way. it's Peppermint. Great when you're sick. Speaking of tea, they just opened this new store in our mall...forgot what it's called, but they have tons of tea..I went there today and sampled this AMAZING Jasmine tea. I haven't been able to find Jasmine tea anywhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/9175569649917246479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/9175569649917246479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#9175569649917246479' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-3194939192391321329</id><published>2008-04-05T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:11:41.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah-de-blah. Here I am. Last post was on February 21st...I think thats what my dashboard said. lol. It's really weird to think that I've had this blog since I was in High school! Isn't that crazy? I've lost several of my entries due to glitches, but it still goes back pretty far...I think to like 2001 or something. Thats insane. It's funny to go back and read all the pathetic stuff I talked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3194939192391321329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3194939192391321329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3194939192391321329' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7439542158405192880</id><published>2008-02-21T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:54:40.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff that annoys me:*If your kid is 5 years old, they're too big for a stroller.*There is no such thing as ADD or ADHD. Your kid can't pay attention in school, but they have no problem playing Nintendo for eight hours at a time....YEAH.....*You DON'T need cheezy bread with pizza....Pizza IS Cheezy bread. Eat a salad you fat cow.*Don't go into apposing traffic to pass someone...I don't care how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7439542158405192880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7439542158405192880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7439542158405192880' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8554118845447636741</id><published>2008-01-01T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:35:12.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two months of using the myspace blog...or not. But here I am, back on the old school one. I'm surprised all my graphics I've made are still here.so stuff is alright I guess. New years was a lot of fun. Rae and I headed out to Mohegan Sun for the rounds. Didn't gamble nearly as much as I thought I would...I guess thats a good thing. Then We came back to my place and shared a few drinks. It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8554118845447636741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8554118845447636741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8554118845447636741' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-777898784074039429</id><published>2007-11-01T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:54:15.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here I am again after another long hiatus. I don't really give two shits about this thing anymore. Nobody reads it anyway. And why I'm even wasting my time updating it now is just another mystery to add to the list of mysteries about me. Have you ever woken up one day and realized "Hey, I'm a fucking loser"?!? Well yeah, I think that just happened to me. I have no direction in life. None. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/777898784074039429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/777898784074039429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#777898784074039429' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-767302386687462410</id><published>2007-08-15T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:04:58.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLOOOOOO everyone....when I say "everyone" I mean all two people (possibly less) that will end up reading this. I haven't written in FOREVER. I've thought about it, but just never got around to doing it. A LOT has happend (obviously) since I last wrote back in June. I'll try to sum it all up quickly. -The Harry Potter costume party went extremely well at work. the kids seemed to have fun, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/767302386687462410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/767302386687462410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#767302386687462410' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-3885149976084463081</id><published>2007-06-14T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:46:57.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, a post two days in a row..Thats really unussual these days. I feel a lot better emotionally. Had a talk with someone last night and cleared some stuff up..and it really helped a lot. So I'm pretty much good now :)Yesterday as you could have probably figured out, was a pretty bad day emotionally, but I did get to see Lauren and met her new puppy which is ADORABLE!, and I called Samantha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3885149976084463081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3885149976084463081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3885149976084463081' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-514868680611995078</id><published>2007-06-13T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:45:44.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Today is a really dreary depressing day. I seriously need to move back to the desert again. The weather here fucking depresses me. Possibly do that next year sometime. My lease is up the end of March...Maybe I'll be able to transfer to a Borders out in Arizona and get my own place out there. That'd be really nice.  Apartments out there are WICKED ASS CHEAP too. Man, that'd be the life.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/514868680611995078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/514868680611995078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#514868680611995078' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-3156656641414280986</id><published>2007-06-06T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:32:58.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh, I've been so freakin' busy lately...it's unbelieveable. I was in such horrible shape 2 mondays ago that I called out of work. Then I took this past monday off....yeah, mental health day. It really wasn't all that relaxing however. I spent it with my mom running around from store to store looking for clothes for me. I found one shirt even though that wasn't even what I was on the look-out for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3156656641414280986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3156656641414280986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3156656641414280986' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-490416046064282634</id><published>2007-05-22T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:28:50.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alrighty, where do I begin?! The past couple days have been a ROLLERCOASTER to say the least. My emotions have been up, down, and up and down at the same time. It's insane!! Some really truely amazing stuff has happend, and some really truely horrible stuff has happened. Im trying to concentrate on the good stuff and just keep telling myself that the bad stuff will end and everything will be okay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/490416046064282634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/490416046064282634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#490416046064282634' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8146040816664895153</id><published>2007-05-11T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:03:55.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, judging by my last entry, I think you all can surmise that I've been pretty damn happy for the past couple weeks. Things are starting to fall into place with me and It's really nice. Although, I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY nervous about something coming up in the next couple months...But, I'll get through it, and It will be alright. It's really nice to have things going reasonably smoothly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8146040816664895153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8146040816664895153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8146040816664895153' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-194179918156533</id><published>2007-05-04T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:22:03.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Diary,I'm in Love &lt;3;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/194179918156533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/194179918156533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#194179918156533' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-5898084732426940134</id><published>2007-05-02T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:47:55.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a side note before I start this entry: Happy Birthday Hannah!!! :-DThings are still a tad bit crazy for me. I have all these emotions running through my head and I just wish that I could let them out somehow. Although, I truely feel that this isn't the right time. But people have been trying to beat it out of me which is a little bit uncomfortable, but at the same time a little bit soothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/5898084732426940134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/5898084732426940134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5898084732426940134' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-3431696267349110682</id><published>2007-04-28T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:17:15.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I know it's been a while. Yet again. Things are really crazy for me at the moment. I've been really confused emotionally, like I have been for quite some time. But it seems it's at it's prime right now. The thing that sucks is, I can't really talk to anyone about it. Except for maybe Hannah, but I really don't get to talk to her all that much. The only other way of letting my emotions out is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3431696267349110682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/3431696267349110682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3431696267349110682' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-1537265985580438818</id><published>2007-04-15T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:56:07.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh. Today is pretty much the worst day ever. The weather really blows so I haven't even had the desire to leave my apartment all day. I mean, I really want to, but the thought of going out and getting wet and all that nonsense has kind of prevented me from moving. lol. thats so horrible. But on the other hand, I haven't had a day off where I've had NOTHING to do in a looooong time. So in a way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/1537265985580438818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/1537265985580438818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1537265985580438818' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-1746086520853392256</id><published>2007-04-11T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:07:50.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've lost all hope with new music....minus these few people:Josh Groban:Michael Buble:I especially love him. It's so refreshing to see a young person like him doing classy music like this instead of that Justin Timberlake bullshit. I love him!! John Stevens:Chris Daughtry:Bo Bice:Rob Thomas:Annnnnd thats about it folks. Most of them are from American Idol, but still. Those are the only people I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/1746086520853392256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/1746086520853392256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1746086520853392256' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-59324159476889935</id><published>2007-04-06T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:20:13.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr. Yesterday I was in a pretty decent mood, but now I'm actually quite frustrated. With my Father, work, and my "friends", and just life. Considering that my father doesn't know how to fucking do things properly, theres some backlash still left from the move and all that bullshit is driving me nuts. Then theres work. I'm seriously thinking about starting to look for another job. It's not even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/59324159476889935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/59324159476889935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#59324159476889935' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-4002627833965716206</id><published>2007-04-05T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:17:40.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone!!! I'm back!!! It's been a really long time indeed...probably one of my biggest breaks ever. But I'm back :-D Things got really crazy for me in the month of March, so I didn't really have time (or the desire) to write anything. But Things are really great for me now. After a lot of stress and insanity, I finally found my own apartment. I moved into the same building as my mom, yeah, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/4002627833965716206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/4002627833965716206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4002627833965716206' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7932431809854195070</id><published>2007-03-01T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:20:03.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to warn you all ahead of time, this is going to be one of those "ya know what really grinds my gears" entries. I've been holding it back for far too long...it's time to let it out. lol.Most of these rants have come from being around the stupid/interesting people that the Manchester/ Vernon area seems to dish out. It's really incredible. I've never met so many brain-dead people in my entire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7932431809854195070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7932431809854195070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7932431809854195070' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-7262325427088630560</id><published>2007-02-22T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:03:16.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I've said this many many times before, but even though I can be in a bad mood some of the time, It takes very little to bring me back into a good mood again. Yesterday was a really awesome day. I woke up and was really happy, and the day just got better and better. Rae is home this week, so she came over and we went to the movies and saw "Ghost Rider". Incredible movie by the way... It was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7262325427088630560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/7262325427088630560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7262325427088630560' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-789557047016804063</id><published>2007-02-19T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:45:18.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here I am again...I survived Valentine's day...And something good actually happened that day as well. :-D But still, I don't like that "holiday". I absolutely love the movie "Cars". I can't get enough of it lately. I think I've watched it every day for the past three days. It's just so great. And of course it has sentimental value because of who I saw it with. haha ^_^.  I just got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/789557047016804063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/789557047016804063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#789557047016804063' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-8335027899121374003</id><published>2007-02-14T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:53:13.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Valentine's day. No holiday is worse than this day. I fucking hate it so much. It's way too commercial and designed to make people feel like shit who are single. I know they say that it's about more than just your significant other, but thats bullshit. I tried to get something for a good friend of mine and everything says "I love you" "Kiss me" or "Be Mine" or some other saying similar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8335027899121374003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/8335027899121374003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8335027899121374003' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-6977094683964067649</id><published>2007-02-13T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:35:41.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH, again a long hiatus with no update...I really wanted to update too, just never got around to it I guess.Well, As I type, snow is falling from the sky in large amounts. I'm not terribly thrilled about it, but at least I got home from work tonight before it got too bad, and I'm off tomorrow which is supposed to be the height of this supposed "storm". They say between five and ten inches....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6977094683964067649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/6977094683964067649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6977094683964067649' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-117009246493037072</id><published>2007-01-29T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:41:05.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Sigh* alas, my vacation is over as of 4:00 today. AHHHH....whens the next one???? I totally needed this. It's exactly what I needed. The first few days of it were a little rocky, and it definatly did have its fair share of stress, but over all, I was able to relax and take a deep breath and clear my mind a little. And this coming year I get TWO weeks.....yay!!!! I know I want the week of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/117009246493037072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/117009246493037072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117009246493037072' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116944132523657308</id><published>2007-01-21T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:48:45.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I know....I haven't written in another really long time. But I can honestly say this time..that I forgot. LOL. A lot of stuff happend this week and I kind of got distracted.For one, American Idol started this week ^_^. I didn't get to see it on Tuesday because I was at work and forgot to tape it, but I did see most of it on Wednesday...and Yeah..I only saw one person who I thought was OK..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116944132523657308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116944132523657308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116944132523657308' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116880480282440216</id><published>2007-01-14T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:00:02.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting past couple of days. Wednesday was a pretty fun day. I hung out with Rae!!! That was awesome considering I haven't seen her in forever. We went to the center and got coffee, then we went to see "Happily N'ever after" which was really awesome, then we went to Pizza World for dinner and poked around in Borders. But later on, I had another one of my famous mental breakdowns. Although </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116880480282440216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116880480282440216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116880480282440216' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116812655126005341</id><published>2007-01-06T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:53:23.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*New video on the right side ;)*It's been a while indeed. Haven't had much to write about I guess. The past few days haven't been the greatest. So much shit going on and I just really don't want to deal with it. And I'm sort of putting it off...which will just make it worse later on...so yeah, thats kind of stupid. That, and shit from my past has come back to haunt me and my mood has been a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116812655126005341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116812655126005341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116812655126005341' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116736742703043431</id><published>2006-12-28T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:43:47.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, since my last post, not a lot has changed I guess...eventwise... my attitude however, I guess has.Today I started searching for an apartment like CRAZY. I should have started a long time ago, but thats my fault. My dad and I are supposed to move out at the end of February. I'm kind of in a delema though...I REALLY want to stay in West Hartford. I mean, everything is here other then my job. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116736742703043431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116736742703043431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116736742703043431' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116710052715807363</id><published>2006-12-25T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:35:27.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, its Christmas.....it came and went. Holy Shit. Sooooooooo fast. I ended up having Christmas eve off too ;-) That ruled. And with any amount of luck, I'll have New Years eve off too........Yesterday was pretty fun. I stayed up a little late the night before watching "ELF" and The Santa Clause ..I woke up to a phone call. Was going to go to church but decided I would wait untill the evening. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116710052715807363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116710052715807363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116710052715807363' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116672038338330042</id><published>2006-12-21T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:59:44.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only like 4 days till Christmas...Holy Shit! Thats insanity. Seems like only an hour ago Thanksgiving started. Oh well. I guess I'm looking forward to Christmas. Today I find out if I work on Christmas eve or not...I'm REALLY hoping I don't. I want to get to church at some point that day...And I also want to be able to go to Julie's house that night and be with my family. But I'm not getting my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116672038338330042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116672038338330042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116672038338330042' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116639206722128525</id><published>2006-12-17T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:47:47.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another bit of a gap since my last update....Sorry about that folks.Stuff has been pretty well lately.  I think I'm pretty happy with where I am right now. I'm definatly starting to come around from being so bitter and angry all the time. Which is kind of weird because last year despite the fact that I had a boyfriend, I was pretty bitter. LOL, I don't know, I'm crazy. :-PSo....James came over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116639206722128525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116639206722128525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116639206722128525' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116585301674572242</id><published>2006-12-11T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:03:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. haven't updated this thing in forever!!! I've been busy as all hell though....and the few times durring the day that I'm not busy, I just feel like chillin'.Things are on the up side right now.  Bunch of good things happend recently, so overall Im feeling good :). Even though I'm done with Christmas shopping, I somehow got stuck doing some for other people... Denise and Jon both asked me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116585301674572242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116585301674572242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116585301674572242' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116469099529400163</id><published>2006-11-27T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:16:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A number of things happend today. Although they were generally small things, litterally, they had a huge impact on me. First off, I was looking for some new CD's to put in my car because I had the same 15 or so in my car for the longest time. I like to have a variety of stuff in my car depending on what I'm in the mood for...heavier music or something a little lighter. So I'm picking out my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116469099529400163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116469099529400163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116469099529400163' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116450738856399585</id><published>2006-11-25T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:16:28.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya know what really pisses me off? When people are fucking rude.  I'm so sick of it. And it seems to be happening a lot more recently. Maybe its just this holiday season thats pissing everyone off, but seriously, why take it out on someone who did absolutly nothing to you? All I did was ask a question. Thats it. Thats all. And I get blown off. Hm, alrighty then. Whatever. I'm so sick of people. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116450738856399585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116450738856399585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116450738856399585' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116432363403928796</id><published>2006-11-23T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:13:54.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving everyone!Things I'm thankful for:My FamilyJames*****AngelomusicComedy and laugher...a gift that was just returned to me recently after hell took over my life for a short timethe roof over my headmy wonderful church and pastorUgh...Thanksgiving was nice....tomorrow I have to be at work at 7am........oh the joy of Black Friday......... somebody save me...please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116432363403928796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116432363403928796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116432363403928796' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116348441672112260</id><published>2006-11-13T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:06:56.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I haven't written in almost a week, but there has certainly been a lot going on, and I'm pretty freakin' happy at this current moment in time.Friday was absolutly AMAZING. Incase you all forgot, that was the night of the Lewis Black show. I had the most amazing time EVER. I ended up leaving work early because Cristina scheduled me later then I had requested  so I explained my situation and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116348441672112260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116348441672112260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116348441672112260' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116288403927617216</id><published>2006-11-07T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:20:39.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If this video is for you, you'll know it. You know who you are. And I no longer care about hurting your feelings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116288403927617216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116288403927617216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116288403927617216' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116266043898804473</id><published>2006-11-07T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:49:18.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lauren's recipe for perfect tuna salad:-a can of tuna...any kind-mayonaise-onion powder ( a good amount)-Garlic powder (a few sprinkles)-oregano (a few sprinkles)-Chives (a few sprinkles)-Emeril's "kick it up" red pepper sauce (a few drops)trust me...its yummy.Work Sucked tonight.....but I won't go into that.*sigh*I've had the most bone-head customers lately...seriously, I don't know what these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116266043898804473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116266043898804473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116266043898804473' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116251315923749353</id><published>2006-11-02T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:02:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, past few days have been pretty decent...can't say anything negative really...which is a first.Work on Monday night kinda sucked though. We didn't get out untill after 11  and I was forced to help the book people with whatever displays and stuff they had to do...So I was hunting through the kids sections which is NO picnic. And even though it looks better, it's actually a million times more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116251315923749353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116251315923749353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116251315923749353' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116209520095323470</id><published>2006-10-29T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:14:23.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LETTER------------------Dear Friend,I don't think I've ever managed to tell you about how greatful I am for you except in round-about ways. I guess I was too shy to go all out and spill everything to you face to face. I suppose I still am.There isn't anyone else in my life like you. There never has been, and probably never will be. I sit back and wonder what my life would be like right now if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116209520095323470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116209520095323470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116209520095323470' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116197391480729413</id><published>2006-10-27T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:31:54.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't really type for long...seeing I have to leave for work in about 20 minutes, But I thought I would type a quick entry.Theres so many things I just want to explode about. But I'm really trying to not say anything. Mostly because I can't. I swear, If I can get through what I'm going through right now, I can get through anything.  I need a day to just do NOTHING. Seems like even on my days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116197391480729413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116197391480729413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116197391480729413' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116149235929637084</id><published>2006-10-22T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:40:23.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so you know, I'm in the mood to rant...yet again. LOL, so I'm sorry if this post turns into a rant. :-PI finally started reading "Scorpia"...the second to newest book in the Alex Rider series that I'm reading. It's really good so far. They're actually making movies out of them..the first one being "Stormbreaker". I'm really not looking forward to the movies...I mean, I think they'll be good,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116149235929637084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116149235929637084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116149235929637084' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116118469333757454</id><published>2006-10-18T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:10:34.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"All  that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"-Edgar Allen PoeA'int it the truth.These past couple days have without a doubt  been a lot better.  I honestly haven't even written these events down in my journal....because I really don't want to remember them. But there is definatly light....and thats literally all I can say.My dad and I went to the movies on Friday up at the cinestudio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116118469333757454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116118469333757454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116118469333757454' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-116019189869754680</id><published>2006-10-07T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:58:37.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I put a new video up in the "extra stuff" section. I think you all should check it out. Yeah. do it. It's hilarious. Then after you watch the video, go rent "Back to School". Because thats where the video is from. Yup. Go get it.My overnight shift actually turned out to not be so bad. I pulled an all-nighter on Wednesday night; Went to bed between 6&amp;7am. I got a couple of Lewis Black's CD's and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116019189869754680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/116019189869754680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116019189869754680' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115993509257335362</id><published>2006-10-03T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:11:32.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It really sucks being sick....totally. The only good part about it is, I get to take Nyquil.  *giggles*But anywhoo, Yeah, I'm totally congested in every way possible.  I feel my chest like lodged up. I can't take it. However I had a shower soother left over from when I was sick the last time, and I used that. *ahhhhh* Those things are bitchin. They're so bitchin, that I just got back from CVS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115993509257335362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115993509257335362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115993509257335362' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115965350527639658</id><published>2006-09-30T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:45:08.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what folks?? I got employee of the month at work!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, aparently I do my job well and do what I'm supposed to do...and I also believe people like me. Which could come as a surprise to some people....I won't mention any names.I was extremely surprised when I found out that I had won. Mellissa came over and told me yesterday while I was working...I was like "Are you serious?!" In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115965350527639658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115965350527639658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115965350527639658' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115941714649945185</id><published>2006-09-27T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:25:11.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone! Want to see what I did at work yesterday?!? I drew this!!:Haha! I actually drew it for Laura because me and her have this thing where we draw incredibly silly pictures for each other. The copy I made for her is actually a lot nicer then that one. LOL. Yes, I was THAT bored. Oh well.Well, now that all of you think I'm completely insane, time to move on.Incase you haven't noticed, I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115941714649945185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115941714649945185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115941714649945185' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115915715252482659</id><published>2006-09-24T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:05:52.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today was definatly bad, but it was a lot better then I expected. I went to my Aunts house to meet my cousin's new baby. She's definatly cute :). And that took up most of the day, thank goodness. Less time to dwell on bullshit. My dad actually gave me a drink when I was there... O_O definatly a memorable day. But anywhoo....later after I got home, I gave Dom a call. Because...today would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115915715252482659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115915715252482659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115915715252482659' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115907118879482479</id><published>2006-09-23T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:13:08.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come the next 25 minutes, it will be officially the worst day of my life.  Why you ask? Because one year and 25 minutes ago, I had a boyfriend. I feel like crying already. I just can't handle this. I don't know how I'm going to get through the day. Especially since I have to be around Family and I can't just be alone. Great.I'm sick of people, and everything that has to do with people. I'm under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115907118879482479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115907118879482479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115907118879482479' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115877176450692644</id><published>2006-09-20T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:02:44.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH. Somebody just shoot me please. Seriously. I'm so sick of people right now its not even funny. I should just be a hermit and not talk to anyone ever. Scott is fucking pissing me off right now. My patience with him is pretty much non-existant anymore. I've been patient for like 2 months now and I'm just totally done with it. I don't have the energy. He's been saying he's going to take me out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115877176450692644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115877176450692644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115877176450692644' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115864116951415502</id><published>2006-09-19T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:46:09.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This could be a pretty interesting entry. Just to let you all know....what few of you there are.So, Today started out a little rough. I worked from 8-4 and the time just did NOT go by. Every minute took about a year. And it was relatively slow on top of that. Not much of anything going on. I was sooooo happy when the clock FINALLY rolled around to 4.  Then went home for a bit and checked the mail</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115864116951415502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115864116951415502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115864116951415502' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115838184729964403</id><published>2006-09-16T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:45:42.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really starting to hate my supervisor. I swear, Laura and I are like the only people that seem to do things. It's fucking discusting. But, I won't go into that...thats just a shit story...but needless to say, I REALLY miss Carolyn and Stacey.James and I might go to the Big E on Sunday...if he can, and it's not raining.  I hope that happens :)I got a birthday card in the mail from Claudia and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115838184729964403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115838184729964403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115838184729964403' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115824551400641686</id><published>2006-09-14T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:51:54.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, yesterday was a pretty do-nothing day.  I went to Old Navy in the morning, and picked up two more of those shirts I got the last time I was there..in different colors of course. lol. Then came back home and went out to the mall to get dinner. Stopped by Papyrus and saw Susan, James, and Erica. :) Erica and I made plans to go out after I get out of work tomorrow. That'll be awesome, its been a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115824551400641686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115824551400641686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115824551400641686' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115816400918926783</id><published>2006-09-13T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:13:29.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, remember how yesterday I said I didn't want to go to work? Well, I totally did. It was one of the best nights ever. Tuesday nights are the best nights to work because of the people that work with me. Which ussually is: Heather, Diana, Tom, Matty, Dodie, and Scott was there this time.  OMG it was just hilarious. When Tom was making the closing announcement, he says "Attention borders shoppers,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115816400918926783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115816400918926783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115816400918926783' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115808519171766035</id><published>2006-09-12T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:19:51.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really don't want to go to work today. I just don't. I've totally had enough of it. The good news is that I have tomorrow and Thursday off!!!!!! And with any amount of luck I'll have Sunday off too. If I had half a brain I would just call out and screw it all. But, then again, I want to save my call-outs for the winter...yeah, thats probably a good idea.UGH. This is insanity!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115808519171766035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115808519171766035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115808519171766035' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115747832189084259</id><published>2006-09-05T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:45:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If any of these statements are specificlly directed towrds you.. (which would be determined by me mentioning your name) well, I'm sorry, but thats how it is.Sometimes I wonder why I'm not more ahead in life. I mean, I know I have virtually no direction, which is fucked up. I know what I want to do with my life. I know exactly what I want. But I really don't know how to go and accomplish it. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115747832189084259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115747832189084259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115747832189084259' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115717186296940548</id><published>2006-09-01T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:57:46.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Edited*Okay, so, My birthday was alright....full of a bit of excitement, but not much.  That morning I went and got my hair cut and highlighted, and let me tell you, it looks AWESOME. It's really funky. Its highlighted bright red and blonde. The style is pretty much the same, except now it's shorter so its a lot easier to take care of and it doesn't frizz up as easily. I got this goop stuff to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115717186296940548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115717186296940548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115717186296940548' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115680506201761273</id><published>2006-08-28T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:44:22.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the best time EVER last night. Well, maybe not ever, but it was a damn good time.I went to work...which sucked.  Because it was actually pretty busy, and the customers were assholes. but whatever. Thank goodness I  was a mid-shift.  So, yesterday was supposed to be my "cookout" but seeing that it was raining, I decided to get pizza instead.  I get home and find Hannah already there which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115680506201761273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115680506201761273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115680506201761273' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115648152734861006</id><published>2006-08-25T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:25:21.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about it...still haven't come to a decision yet, but due to recent insanity about stupid shit that I've written on here, I may change my privacy settings so this will only be readable by invite only.   But I probably wont. Mainly because I state clearly in my disclaimer, "If you don't like what I write, don't read it". So everyone just keep that in mind before you go saying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115648152734861006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115648152734861006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115648152734861006' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115627318216091166</id><published>2006-08-22T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:59:42.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can somebody please slap me?!?! Like seriously. Just one quick whack upside the head may do a little bit of good.  Im so sick of not being able to move on. This is all about Dom. Why can't I just not talk to him ever again and move on with my life?!? WHY?! But No, I insist on trying and trying and trying to get him to see me and hang out every now and then. And of course get no answer. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115627318216091166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115627318216091166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115627318216091166' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115621463285048388</id><published>2006-08-21T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:43:52.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know why, but this always puts me in a better mood:hehe :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115621463285048388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115621463285048388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115621463285048388' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115586668021934900</id><published>2006-08-17T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:34:43.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Part of this is from the 17th, part of this is today..the20th)17th:Considering that I don't have much to say, this entry is going to be pretty much bullshit.LOLMy Birthday List (probably wont get any of it because its all un realisitc. lol)1. Def Leppard/ Journey tickets2. IPod...a real one3. Money...to go back to school..or Move...or both4. Sponge Bob stuff for my bathroom...but that I guess is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115586668021934900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115586668021934900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115586668021934900' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115560154001729022</id><published>2006-08-14T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:25:40.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't written in about five days...I think thats the longest gap in a while...I was doing pretty good there for a bit. Oh well. :-PThe past few days have been so-so...It hasn't been the best days of my life, I'll say that much. Didn't have the greatest of days at work on Friday. I think I messed up everything that was humanly posssible before the store even opened. I was affraid to make drinks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115560154001729022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115560154001729022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115560154001729022' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115526559744807434</id><published>2006-08-10T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:06:37.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night was awesome again. James and I went out and saw "World Trade Center"..like we said we were going to.  It was actually a lot better then I thought. I would have liked it to be a little more informative as far as it being terrorists...I don't think they mentioned that once. But it was really good and intense. I kind of want to read the 9/11 comission report. I will eventually...   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115526559744807434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115526559744807434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115526559744807434' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115505206095497687</id><published>2006-08-08T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:36:35.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First off, I want to say that If all goes according to plan, I'll be living in Arizona by the end of March.I've been so fucking lazy lately it's unbelieveable. I really need to get to the gym and go swimming.... For like fucking hours.I guess a LITTLE of the hoopla from meeting the Goos has died down a little....not really though ;-)New video up..well, it's not really new..its a few days old now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115505206095497687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115505206095497687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115505206095497687' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115483134072839278</id><published>2006-08-05T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:29:00.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*NOTE TO SELF*Do NOT drive at night after crying for a really long time...you will not be able to see.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115483134072839278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115483134072839278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115483134072839278' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115441288848978324</id><published>2006-08-01T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:51:48.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive watched the "Live in Alaska" DVD and Dreampt about it....watched the "Live in Buffalo" DVD and dreampt about it...seen them in concert 4 times and dreampt about it. Listend to CD after CD, looked at picture after picture, fan site after fan site. I've even said to myself over and over again "This will happen someday" But on July 31st at aproximately 6:45 pm, I, Lauren Paige R******** Met the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115441288848978324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115441288848978324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115441288848978324' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115436243081754060</id><published>2006-07-31T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:13:51.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight= Goo concert= Extremely happy Lauren.Scott= Being a pain in the ass= not so happy Lauren.lol.I'll update about the concert when I get back or tomorrow ^_^.....ahhh!!! I can't wait!!!!! I get to see my Johnny boy! ^_^ lol, wow. im a loser. :-Phehehehe :-D okay, ill stop now.... o_O</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115436243081754060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115436243081754060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115436243081754060' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115423427742669519</id><published>2006-07-29T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:37:57.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone, I'm in need of advice. Do me a favor and read my myspace blog and comment or send me a message. there is a button to my myspace on the Extra stuff section. I posted it there so it'd be easier to comment. thanks a bunch everyone. I would appreciate it so incredibly much....you have no idea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115423427742669519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115423427742669519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115423427742669519' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115419588961107695</id><published>2006-07-29T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:58:09.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Yesterday was a pretty decent day. I will admit it. Work actually went extremely well. I wasn't stuck in the cafe all day, they actually put me in books! I got to RPL. Which means, that I get a list of books to find and pull  from the shelves to be sent back to wherever they go to. And it was really relaxing...except when I got stuck doing the bibles. After a while they all started blending</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115419588961107695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115419588961107695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115419588961107695' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115405465287640277</id><published>2006-07-27T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:44:12.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't understand it. What is it about me that people feel the need to treat me like shit. How can my life be this way?! I'm incredibly patient with people. I listen  (Even if I don't have any decent advice to offer up), I'm friendly, and most importantly, I love to laugh. However, lately, people feel like they have to leave me hanging. I'm sick of being lied to. I'm sick of being Happy in small</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115405465287640277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115405465287640277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115405465287640277' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115392609272048814</id><published>2006-07-26T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:01:32.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think you know me? take my quiz ^_^http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060726000628-575986&amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115392609272048814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115392609272048814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115392609272048814' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115369574970530003</id><published>2006-07-24T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:03:41.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, things have been a little shakey the past few days, but overall good.Although, Derek is now mad at me. I obviously wish he wasn't, because He's a really cool person, But the whole thing is so stupid. I had asked him if he wanted to hang out like 2 days ago. And we were trying to make plans and then my dad comes home from work and tells me that my Grandma was taken to the hospital. Now this,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115369574970530003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115369574970530003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115369574970530003' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115343633937543955</id><published>2006-07-20T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:48:57.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just like I expected, Karma came back to me. LOL. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but its okay. Let's not go into that story though...don't really feel like typing about it.So yeah, I got a credit card in the mail today. One that I applied for that I thought I had absolutly no chance of getting. But yeah, I now have it. So I can start to establish my credit :-P. It's really cool too. it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115343633937543955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115343633937543955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115343633937543955' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115319012474870336</id><published>2006-07-18T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:32:56.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's so hot. Like seriously. When I'm saying it's hot...it's definatly hot. Because the heat RARELY gets to me...but now it is. Couldn't tell ya why.I heard this song on the radio today that they always used to play around the music system at the  All-Star. Just made me miss it there even more. :-(*sigh*....room 2652 in the Jazz building.....I miss you. Seriously, If I could afford it, I would so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115319012474870336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115319012474870336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115319012474870336' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774577.post-115297558414634452</id><published>2006-07-15T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:26:38.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Shit. I was tired as fuck. I was watching "Cadillac Man" around 8:00 last night and my eyes were closing slowly. I then Said "fuck it"..shut the movie off, and went to bed...setting my alarm for  11:30 so I could watch Jay Leno and Conan...Yeah, no such luck. I was too far gone. I woke up twice...once because I got a phone call...a prank phone call. Which I was too tired to understand what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115297558414634452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774577/posts/default/115297558414634452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoser.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115297558414634452' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265940359922379205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jzb0DqVORk/TEmpaBFLi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x-ig71-OZro/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
