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  <updated>2005-08-12T03:59:46Z</updated>
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    <title>l.a.</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T03:59:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T03:59:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">o.k., if Jnette really graduated...(some how her diploma came in the mail from Loyola, says she graduated),  then I will be going to L.A. in September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, anin gets back in 4 days, wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorena</content>
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    <title>lorenaelisa @ 2005-08-02T13:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T18:29:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T18:31:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am now on my 5th/6th job of the summer (I won't count doing some guys laundry for 50 bucks a pop, Babysitting some guys kids or the BJ i gave for 2 bucks-still not very good at any of the above). Server at a biker bar/restaurant, Bartender at a Greek owned bar and grill, server at Applebee's-all I quit. Then after 1 week, then I was a substitute teacher at a grade school until summer school ended, I have done weddings once a month for the folks downstairs, and now I am at a BORING, barely make enough to put gas in my car, golf course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         I want to move. I want to move to L.A. but I want to keep my apartment. Can not let go of the apartment. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. o.k. on that nut..i mean Note, I'm depressed/anxious/frustrated...hungry.</content>
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    <title>With the Great news, comes some terrible news</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T20:25:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T20:26:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have Very good news and pretty damn bad news to share. Bad news first: I was fired from my job as a waitress/bartender on Friday May 6 after I fell asleep from staying up all night completing course work. I did not wake up until an hour after my shift started. The good news is...&lt;br /&gt;I have successfully completed the course work for this semester and have EARNED a 4.0 gpa for the Spring 2005 semester! &lt;br /&gt;I am now the first person in my family to graduate college, a humbled graduate at that.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet beginnings...&lt;br /&gt; lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>my college life is over VERY shortly...future..I'm trying to get there</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T18:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T18:19:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Cinco de Mayo first of all...you know us silly Mexican Americanos..All proud because our ancestors won a fight with some French men. People are already drunk in Joliet. Here in Plainfield, people just don't understand. I have a few more assignments to turn in and I am Officially done with school. My graduation ceremony is Sunday May 15th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I am going to do in August. My internship offered me an Aides job in the fall. What to do? I have to figure this out. I don't know what the hell to do. Go away and learn or stay here and get my life organized. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;--Lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>procrastination is not the key to success</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T22:13:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T22:13:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just messed up the computer system at work-J net is going to kill me-she just got finished and went to push save and I flippin accidentally kicked the cord. My clumsiness ticks people off. Yeah...so i still have not finished my big grant. I'm off suspension as of thursday and I am going to have work my ASS off-i owe my bank Hundreds of dollars. I f*ckin' tick myself off some times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION is going to be my Downfall in life IF i don't change my ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you laura and nina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl...&lt;br /&gt;Loca</content>
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    <title>My ability to be a Flake is shining through</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T04:42:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T04:42:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have had FOREVER to write this damned grant. Where am I ? Page One. When was it due? This morning. I called off-for the third time. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great ability to be flaky is shining through. Why do I do this? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to be very disappointed in myself. I was doing so well-and I am going to turn things around-but it might be to late to get an A.</content>
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    <title>lorenaelisa @ 2005-03-22T15:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T21:31:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T21:31:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired and yet I have a TON of work to do. I really don't want to do it either. But here I go, here I go again...What's my weakness? Fatigue!!! well, maybe if I did not go out drinkin' with my boss and the rest of the teachers and principal! &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, SO i need to get going-gotta do some after work Social Workin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooooo tired, did I mention that!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorena elisa</content>
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    <title>Leaving in August</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T19:57:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T19:57:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I will find out where I will be vollunteering with in the next few months. I am vying for one of 3 places. Los Angeles, Tiajuana or Baltimore. There are pretty good perks to all of them. L.A.-well, hello, its L.A., Mexico because I want to learn spanish and it would be cool to live out of the U.S. and really appreciate things when I come back, and Baltimore...well, its close to D.C. and its a F*cked up place to be. Not like L.A.-i think more dismal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it does not really matter where I go-I just wanna help people and learn something while I am at it. O.k. So i am very tired. I have to leave my Internship right now and go straight to the restaurant and open up our bar. Hey, if any one knows who I could get to live in my apt. for a year while I'm gone-let me know, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Girls, i miss you. TTYL, hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love and fatigue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lorenaelisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Happy Shamrock and Green Beer day</content>
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    <title>I ate for my birthday-very well, very diverse</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T15:37:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T15:37:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Italian, Japanese, Mexican for my birthday. Rosebuds, Todai, and La Mex.&lt;br /&gt;                      I ate very well :) i even made lots o' money on my b-day weekend. Happy girl I am. I got some cheezy gifts-ducky stuff and a red vinyl purse. One great present from my social work Advisor-a book of short thoughts and essays to be read every day. Like it alot. She read it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Yes, i ate meat. Real dead Carne Asada. Well, i have been eating meat for a while. A year I have been eating chicken and fish. That took me a while. I still eat 90% vegetarian-but I did it for my birthday. Other than the good food-my birthday WEEKend kinda sucked until Sunday. That rocked. Yeah, but the meat thing was different too-been like 9 years. &lt;br /&gt;Prolly won't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;I  have to get back to work--I missed laura and nina. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>I Rocked being in Charge yesterday</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T16:32:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T16:32:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I rock! yesterday was my second Mix-It-Up day and the first one I lead..and..I ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do the activity on HIV and Viruses. I designed an experiment where the kids would pass out jelly beans to one another and It showed them how easy it is to get HIV through sexual contact-I don't feel like explaining in depth. Then we discussed the issue and we talked stats. Some of the teachers were on edge. I kept it clean and stayed away from talking about protection in depth as I was "warned" about because our superintendent is "very catholic" and has 7 kids and would not like it. Which of course Is B.S., but i got my point across none the less. Everyone thought it was a good presentation and discussion.  I am getting better at this whole social work deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing now is that I am on my own for the next 3 days and I don't even know what to do with myself. The kids still aren't completely open to me-not the majority anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fronts, I called the marine, he actually called me back. I was busy talking in person to a guy up here when he called. I never called him back. He asked me to call him back later or today. I will, eventually this evening. I dont know what he wants from this. Ahhhhhhhhh. Back to figuring out what to do withhout my advisor today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>My car, maybe me...need a mechanic, a new one</title>
    <published>2005-02-18T14:06:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-18T14:06:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah so I missed my internship yesterday. My car is being DUMB. One day it works, the next it is puttin' away-seriously, the next day it needs a jump to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days go by slowly as I wait for him to call me. My marine. The strange thing is that I am falling more and more "Out of Love" with the Unavailable one. I will always love him I'm sure-but I don't have this overwhelming desire to receive a voicemail from  him or to even see him as much. Sometimes those voicemails that I listened to at least 5 or 6 times over and then saved, well-sometimes it takes me days to even actually listen to the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming more secure. He has helped me a lot. I think it may also have to do with my focus on gaining the Marine's love or lust or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car probably just needs a tune-up. Get cleaned up, get cleaned out. Maybe that is it. Maybe I just need to be cleaned out. Anyone know a good mechanic for either part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...this 40 year old man thing...well, another hottie came in to the Restaurant last night, 19 years old. Just wrong. Completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I need new spark plugs, maybe even a battery... !?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>lorenaelisa @ 2005-02-16T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T18:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T18:43:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I received Roses, red at work on Valentines day. The note said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secretest Admirer,&lt;br /&gt;A REAL dork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i know who it was from. Kinda felt good-even though I had just gotten done bashing the holiday and appointing myself to President of Singles Awareness Day, some name my single boss gave to the day. &lt;br /&gt;Of course I was hoping that I might get even a simple call, Hell-even a voicemail, from my Marine. I called him when my shift was over too. No return call. I should have just left it as is when he called On Friday night. When he called the phone was in my hands and I wanted to answer but did not. I mean, he finally called after an entire week and I am supposed to be available? So he leaves a message saying how busy he has been with 14 hour drill days for the past 7 days. By the end he says to call him and if he isn't around he will call back. Yeah, so who cares about V-day in the scheme of things...But he could still have called. I need to give my Secretest of secret admirer a card- I love him, but he is not going to marry me, Sooo-Ahhh. Not gonna call back. Not gonna call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Singles Awareness Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>code red, especially for days like this.</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T17:19:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T17:19:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I drink code red mountain dew-diet to wake up. I drink it to stay awake, i drink it if i get thirsty in the middle of the night. I think my S.W. advisor thinks i am addicted. She made a comment that people needing any type of substance to sustain normal bodily function have a major weakness. This job requires you to find busy work. I mean, one day we might pick up 3 kids that missed the bus, go out to lunch with a troubled student, talk to another student for 2 hours, write out IEPs for 2 hours and bam the day is over. Then there are days like today. Picked one student up, taught the life skills class, talked to a girl for 10 mins and now she is at a meeting. My one task? Call a doctor and get a fax number. Um...o.k...twiddle twiddle...there, my thumb is even bored. &lt;br /&gt;I am NOT one for finding work. I need structure. I need someone to say-here do this. Even the teachers have a curriculum to follow. I don't know if this is for me. I need more mountain dew because i admit it, Hello Everyone, my name is Lorenaelisa and I am addicted to Code Red Mountain Dew, diet.  Got any prayers I can read aloud? something, anything for me to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lorenaelisa</content>
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    <title>lorenaelisa @ 2005-02-07T10:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T16:59:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T16:59:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sick and Partied out this week. I went out every single night starting wednesday night. Baracha. Drunk drunk Drunk.I must say I had fun while it lasted. The only problem is that my "friends" back here now, from work, school, do not understand my weaknesses to going out. I told them I could not go out at all during the week anymore so because of this, I asked them not to ask me or tell me about parties. I Know the choice is mine, i take responsibility for my actions, BUT its so much harder when I know about big events. I was so sick wednesday, but there I was, dancing (with my no rythm having ass) the night away and snacking on California rolls with Stacey at the Bamboo room. I passed out on the way home. After I woke up shaking, i decided i wasn't going out again...until 10 o'clock came around and Jeanette and I and the rest of the Roadhouse crew went out.and where was I? Well, actually I don't remember. I think I was at Samy's. Not really sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my Marine on Friday though. We had a friendly conversation. He is on his way to a different city. I am pretty sure he has a girlfriend there in D.C. that he says he is just friends with. I don't care really. I mean...he won't be home, except for visits for 3 years. I have plenty of fine gentlemen here. Yeah, so now to do some more social work. &lt;br /&gt;One thing I know, talking about drugs to kids even in junior high is too damn late. Yeah, now I get to read a book by Mr. michael dyson. Ick. NO more partying-at least until Fat Tuesday. Damn it, that is tomorrow-But, how could i stay home on such a Fun party day. Somebody tie my ass down. &lt;br /&gt;The Partying butterfly&lt;br /&gt;--lorena</content>
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    <title>lorenaelisa @ 2005-02-02T10:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T17:17:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T17:17:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont wanna work on grants anymore. It is so flippin' ridiculous that american public schools have to rely on grants in order to implement successful programs-This sucks. Talking to administrators is not so pleasant either. American Public Education is F*cked! Back to Begging, i mean writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorena</content>
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    <title>Anin, i miss you..waiting to be addicted.</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T19:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T19:05:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I opened this account today because my friend anin who is studying abroad advised it was a good place to be-i mostly wanna communicate with her-but maybe this will turn out to be addictive as she said.i already have a journal though, so doubt it. What?am i challenging myself here? yep, i guess. yeah, so here is what i am thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           My highschool kids are about to leave, meaning I have to actually do some work. Doing social work is interesting to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;  I am actually just thinking about my guy who isn't my guy anymore. I miss him--why do i have the tendency to go for unavailable guys. O.k. so D.C. is only a few hours away...I wonder what he is doing, thinking about right now...prolly not me :( &lt;br /&gt;O.k.yeah, so I have to work now...then going home to read Sense and Sensibility cause I bought it on a whim, that and Pride and Prejudice. Then I am going to make some Kick Ass dinner and watch a movie with my other UNavailable guy-at least he lives in the same state. Should be Relaxing--something i don't do. I MISS YOU chica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lorena elisa</content>
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