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  <title>Audrey</title>
  <subtitle>Audrey</subtitle>
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    <name>Audrey</name>
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  <updated>2004-12-22T00:53:01Z</updated>
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    <title>Midsummer fun!</title>
    <published>2004-12-22T00:49:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-22T00:53:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Oprah's on!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here I am as the Jaundice(sp?) Queen with my Smurf King.  Fun Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/midsummer/midsummer.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:11718</id>
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    <title>mm-hmm</title>
    <published>2004-05-30T09:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T09:43:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...and I'm home.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:11423</id>
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    <title>Through the looking-glass</title>
    <published>2004-05-14T23:24:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-14T23:28:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none, my love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know why I'm so mopey....I think it's related to not having enough to do...cuz when I'm busy, I don't have time to cry about the war, or sulk about my lack of direction, or imagine the interesting ways i could possibly die, in whatever situation I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...I got cast as Titania in A Midsummer Night's Dream (UofR's Fall production).  I'd rather play Hellena, but I never got to read for her.  Humph!  Just because I AM a fairy queen, doesn't mean I have to play one!!  I kid.  It should be fun.  Brett is Lysander...hehehe.  Methinks we have no scenes together.  (Which is probably better).  I hope the costumes are prettiful...and I hope I get a nest to sleep in; one that floats above the stage...and a cute little bunny too...and....ok.  that's all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:11182</id>
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    <title>auduck1 @ 2004-05-10T02:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T09:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-10T09:46:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Come sail away, Come sail away with me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Went hiking in Forest Falls today.  It was pretty fun....but I was in one of my moods...where i'm really quiet and i don't know why....where i feel like i should be upset about something but i really can't think of what.  Oh well.  I wish i could have ben more chipper since everyone else was having fun, but i think i kept it together pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I can get sunburned.  I grew up always brown and in the sun, never worrying about such things. However, when I moved to Washington and became a hermit, I lost my rice-picker's skin, and the Caucasian in me took over. So here I sit, shoulders well beyond pink.  That's what i get.  Next time, sunscreen for sure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:10915</id>
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    <title>woop woop</title>
    <published>2004-05-08T09:30:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-08T09:30:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fan blowing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I finally have a cell phone again.  Whoa...I can't believe I didn't have one for over a month.  Meh, wasn't so bad.  Saw 'Man on Fire' tonight.  That movie gave me a horrible, horrible headache (though it could have been my lack of sleep and our close proximity to the screen).  I took a little nap from when the anus bomb blew up until Marc Anthony killed himself.  I felt a tad better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Children's Lit class is pretty cool. A lot of reading, but its the fun kind.  This week we analyzed classic fairy tales and Ella Enchanted and next week is Secret Garden and Through the Looking Glass....and that other Alice one.  And we're doing Harry Potter, and Stinky Cheese Man, and Wind in the Willows and on and on.  It's good times.  Only having one class this whole month drives me batty sometimes, but it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for summer.  I'm ready for a change.  I got a job stage managing for a children's theatre in Seattle.  They're doing FAME...but i'll forgive them.  Hopefully it will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the gym.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:10544</id>
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    <title>auduck1 @ 2004-05-05T03:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-05T11:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-05T04:02:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mamas and the Papas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Restless.  Driving west.  West west west.  Like everyone else.  West.  Chasing the sun to find nothing...no gas...nothing, but the expanse of blue (grey)...above and below.  I'm restless.  I'm not high.  I'm low.  Low low low. High and low.  Bipolar.  Like everyone else.  Bored.  Scared.  Scared shitless.  Keeping busy busy so I don't remember how scared I am.  Restless.  But in this heat, in this town, in this room, in this bed...I remember.  Shit.  Say what you will.  I'm just tired.  Tired.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:10320</id>
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    <title>auduck1 @ 2004-05-04T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-04T22:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-04T22:59:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What's wrong with these eggs?  Hatch, damn you.  Hatch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:10160</id>
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    <title>auduck1 @ 2004-05-03T01:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-03T08:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T08:02:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And a side note...Melinda look how good I'm being about posting!  A new day has come.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:9569</id>
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    <title>auduck1 @ 2004-04-25T02:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-25T09:24:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-25T09:24:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want my egg to hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, but i'm getting picked up in an hour or so to be taken to the airport...my flight isnt even til 6:30am.   So sweepy...</content>
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    <title>My Eggee</title>
    <published>2004-04-22T04:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-22T04:44:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, this thing better hatch into something cute, and not some scary lil monster thing...or that might be ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/dc/candybubbles/egg.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/dc/candybubbles/egg37.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auduck1:9030</id>
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    <title>Last Week</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T04:46:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T04:46:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>typity type of Lauren</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My contacts came in today.  Calloo Callay!  I can see now, but I'm still a huge, lazy bum. I have 7 essays to write by next week, and I haven't done any of them.  I don't know what's wrong with me.  After last week's big research paper and the dance concert, it felt like the semester was over.  Alas, no.  One more week to go and I can't get anything done.  Ah me!</content>
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    <title>Blinded</title>
    <published>2004-04-12T10:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-12T10:50:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The crunching of mini-whopper eggs in my mouth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gosh darn it!  I lost my one good contact in the shower just now.  Yes you read it right.  I tore my other contact last week, and because of that, it refuses to sit on my eye properly, and shifts around aimlessly behind my eyelids.  This causes me great discomfort, as one might guess.  I've had to wear my nerdy-ass glasses around.  This wouldn't be so terrible, except it wasn't gonna work for the dance concert on friday.  I had to face the painful decision of wearing my glasses strapped to my head with elastic (or perscription safety goggles), or wear my contacts, knowing i'd probably end up having no peripheral vision on my left side.  I went with the latter (though the thought of option one kept me amused during many a boring lecture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i lost my right one, the one that wasn't torn.  UGH!  I don't want to do my theatre final and auditions in the specs, but I'm completely blind otherwise.  Le Sigh!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance concert went well, by the way, all things considered.  All my silly Catholic friends went home and missed it, but Brett brought a posse so it was all good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I guess two of my profs recommended me to be a writing tutor at school.  A pleasent surprise, and finally (if all works out) I can have a work-study job.  Splendid.</content>
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    <title>This will take far too long considering I should be writing a 10 pg paper</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T10:20:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T10:22:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lauren sleeping</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Basics &lt;br /&gt;Name:: Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Age:: 21, and can you believe I havent had a drink this year&lt;br /&gt;Height:: 5'8&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:: downtown brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:: brown...though there was a couple people at dinner the other night who claim they are hazel...whatever, lisence says brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Life &lt;br /&gt;What's your school's mascot?: Bulldogs! Woof! Woof! (whatever...though Duke is a cute puppers) &lt;br /&gt;School color(s)?: Maroon and Grey I believe&lt;br /&gt;G.P.A.?: 4.0 in my major, 3.87 including transfer work, 3.75 without&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite teacher?: of the current semester it's Alisa Slaughter.  She's really sweet, swears like a sailor, and agrees that the middle-age lady in the third row at the poetry reading should not have been wearing that little plaid skirt.  Word.&lt;br /&gt;What do they teach?: Non-Fiction Writing Workshop &lt;br /&gt;Is this your favorite class?: Actually, yes it is.  We have tea and cookies every class, how can it not be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet &lt;br /&gt;Do you use any instant messengers?: indeed&lt;br /&gt;If so, which ones?: AIM, though Brett's roommate keeps saying MSN is WAY better ("You need emoticons?  I'll show you emotions!  See, on MSN they're so much cuter!")&lt;br /&gt;About how many hours a day do you spend online?: i don't know, at school i'm always signed on&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a digital camera?: it's the fam's&lt;br /&gt;If so, do you post pictures of yourself online?: god i wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music &lt;br /&gt;Do you play any instruments?: yes&lt;br /&gt;If so, what one(s)?: you're backside, youngin'! if'n you keep misbehaving!&lt;br /&gt;3 Favorite Genres Of Music:: Motown, Introspective-Girl Music, and anything with a beat, yo &lt;br /&gt;3 Favorite Bands:: couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to concerts and/or shows?: it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;What is the most you've ever spent on a concert/show?: hmm, i don't think more than $40 &lt;br /&gt;What is the least you've ever spent?: "a smile" ~ ditto Mel &lt;br /&gt;Do you think buying merch at a concert then wearing it there is corny?: oh i don't care&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to any bands that you'd be ashamed to admit to listening to?: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the grammatical error in question 29?: hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Association &lt;br /&gt;Blue:: jeans&lt;br /&gt;Camera:: lens&lt;br /&gt;Boy:: friend&lt;br /&gt;Pretty:: in pink&lt;br /&gt;Pants:: up your butt, son!&lt;br /&gt;Music:: healing (hahah! what the fuck, it just came out!) &lt;br /&gt;God::in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Sweater:: vest &lt;br /&gt;Live Journal:: update&lt;br /&gt;MTV:: spring break&lt;br /&gt;Labels: soup can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think labels are dumb?:  Was this section written by Avril Lavigne? &lt;br /&gt;Why or why not?: &lt;br /&gt;What do people label you as?: &lt;br /&gt;How/Why did you get this label?: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Is Worse? &lt;br /&gt;Physical Pain/Emotional Pain?: Blink-182/Good Charlotte?: "blink for nostalgia only" ~again, ditto Mel&lt;br /&gt;Being Deaf/Being Blind?: I'm too vain to be blind, but being deaf means not communicating with most people...oh too big to think about!&lt;br /&gt;Being Bored/Rushing around because you have too much to do?:  I'm never bored &lt;br /&gt;Losing your dominant leg/Losing your dominant arm?: shit, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe theres a difference between "love" and "in love"?: people love to make that distinction when they're breaking up &lt;br /&gt;Is it better to have loved and lossed than to have never loved at all?: "LOSSED?! maybe if that was a word." Word Mel&lt;br /&gt;Are you romantic?: y'know not really....unless I feeling pressured from society&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship now?: indeed&lt;br /&gt;If so, for how long?: a year...today in fact. crazy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;If not, how long have you been single?: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Are you a virgin?: I've been trying to make a clever answer using that Madonna song, but it's not working&lt;br /&gt;What song describes your love life right now?:  aww, hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomosity &lt;br /&gt;War: Good or Bad?: War!? Uh! Good God, y'all! What is it good for?  Absolutely nothing! Say it again! &lt;br /&gt;What do you think of designer labels?: Cant afford 'em &lt;br /&gt;Who's skankier: Britney Spears or Paris Hilton?: Paris Hilton is one rich ho-bag&lt;br /&gt;What is it with guys and cars?: &lt;br /&gt;Do you sing?: not as much as i'd like...but yes, in voice class and in my car, the bestest place&lt;br /&gt;If so, what part (Soprano 1,Alto 2, et cetera)?: My range has been depleted&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or hug?: hug, more body contact..yeah, you know how i like it! (i scare me) &lt;br /&gt;What color is your room?: the color of mess&lt;br /&gt;How old is your mom?: i'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;Black and white or color photos?: I don't think i've ever taken a black and white picture...but oh my they're so artsy!Who cuts your hair?: my mom or me, or someone I break down and throw money at&lt;br /&gt;What color is your toothbrush?: blue and white &lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair brush?: i don't brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;What kind of hair products do you use?: shampoozle, conditioner mostly&lt;br /&gt;Is K-Mart just the poor man's Wal-Mart?: ick to both&lt;br /&gt;Are you sXe?: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sexy?: mais oui!  but of course!  &lt;br /&gt;What color to people tells you looks nice on you?: hot-ass pink, light purple, and bright yellow, surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;What color do you think looks nice on you?: white, black, hot-ass pink&lt;br /&gt;Clothes shopping or grocery shopping?: It's been SOOO long since I've bought clothes.  No money :(  Grocery shopping is easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you sit with at lunch? I don't really eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the sound of your own voice when you hear it played back?: oh god, I had to record like 30 minutes of me talking for Theatre class.  Eep.  Eeep.&lt;br /&gt;Who has the nicest speaking voice that you know?:  hmmm, i don't know &lt;br /&gt;What is the website for one of your favorite bands?: whatever&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to date people younger, older, or the same age as you?: I love 'em all, baby &lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to songs on repeat often?: oh my god yes&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hung out with?: Brettrick&lt;br /&gt;What did you and that person do?:  I did hw while he played some ridiculous computer game, then we went to the Plaza and had pizza and smoothies. &lt;br /&gt;Do you use internet shorthand (i.e. "lol", "brb", "jk", et cetera)?: OMG, no!&lt;br /&gt;How often do you bathe?: not often as i would if i had my own freaking bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Are you a people-pleaser?: AM&lt;br /&gt;Do you dye your hair regularly?: I've stopped dying it as much&lt;br /&gt;What about your eyebrows?: yeah, not so much&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear makeup?: Oui, tourjours.&lt;br /&gt;If you answered "yes", to #96, are you female?: that's what i've been led to believe&lt;br /&gt;Do you buy CDs edited or unedited?: I haven't bought a cd in years&lt;br /&gt;Can you beatbox?: y'know i'm too embarrassed to try and end up in a shower of my own spit...so who knows, i could be brillant.&lt;br /&gt;Does your mom like the song "Hey Ya" by OutKast?:  Y'know....my mom is really not "with it".  Not like her daughter who is definetly in with the in-crowd.</content>
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    <title>auduck1 @ 2004-02-23T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-24T06:41:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T08:03:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joss Stone ~ The Chokin' Kind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"I'm only meant to love you.  Didn't you know it, baby? Didn't you know it?  Then why couldn't you be content with the love I gave?  I gave you my heart, but you wanted my mind.  Ooo, your love scares me to death, boy.  It's the chokin' kind."</content>
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