<?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-14897936</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:34.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exciting Life of Laura Lee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112957821465062107</id><published>2005-10-17T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:43:34.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh this is not fun...don't mess with me</title><content type='html'>so I have decided that I need to quit smoking.  (like I haven't decided this before) but today is the day.  So I don't have any of mine and although I bought the gum, I forgot it at home.  and trust me, its not good, it hurts me.  It is too strong and burns my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I bum 2 100s from Cathy, and have smoked them in 4 intervals, they do not help and just make me want a parliament.  really really bad.  but, I told Rob that I had quit, which Im realizing now was a stupid mistake since we are spending the weekend in RI for Meg's wedding and I will be drinking all weekend.  And I am going to be "working" from home in CT for a week in two weeks so I can't smoke there, so this is it.  I am a bitch and nothing is working right today, all of my projects have problems.  I couldn't complain more if I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112957821465062107?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112957821465062107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112957821465062107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112957821465062107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112957821465062107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-this-is-not-fundont-mess-with-me.html' title='oh this is not fun...don&apos;t mess with me'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112690011899838751</id><published>2005-09-16T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:48:39.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track</title><content type='html'>I lost 3.6 lbs last week, maybe it was the walking during lunch. (I need to move back up north, it has been in the 90s and with 80-90% humidity, what happened to fall??) maybe it was something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to have a free weekend where I can sleep. I have plans everyday, but I will be in my own apartment, alone, able to sleep in. oh its the little things in life that make me happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112690011899838751?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112690011899838751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112690011899838751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112690011899838751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112690011899838751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-on-track.html' title='back on track'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112655906964360109</id><published>2005-09-12T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:04:29.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like a boy</title><content type='html'>ok so the boy (a.k.a. ROB) visited this weekend, and against popular belief, he was not a murderer, well at least he didn't murder me....unless he turned me into a demon or something (I need to stop watching Angel). ok really, I had a wonderful weekend. He was almost perfect. He definitely said and did all the right things (a lot of which I cannot say, but should you want details, feel free to call me). He was the perfect gentleman. He saw angry, cranky, frustrated Laura and made it all better. He was so sweet and caring and fun and I could go on forever. The only problems are a.) the distance and b.) the metro-sexual thing (yes ladies he knows what kitten heels are and can identify them and he corrected me when I called my clutch a purse.) so that is weird considering I usually go for the manly men. not that he is not manly, just maybe more artsy and geeky then my normal choice. Think Christie's meets IT guy (ok that is not the way to think!!!!) if the guy was not a Christie's IT guy. he he. And yes I have perma-grin and glow! Only 5 more weeks until I see him again, man this long distance thing sucks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112655906964360109?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112655906964360109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112655906964360109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112655906964360109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112655906964360109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-like-boy.html' title='I like a boy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112618036092399544</id><published>2005-09-08T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:52:40.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous...</title><content type='html'>ok so the boy is coming tomorrow, in about 33 hours (not that I'm counting) he will be here.  Why am I so nervous?  It's not like I've never had a boy visit me, well not since college, man, that is sad.  It is wierd.  I really like this boy that I barely know.  He seems perfect (well look what I have to compare him too) and I can't wait.  But I am so nervous.  A boy in my house?  yay!  It is about time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112618036092399544?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112618036092399544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112618036092399544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112618036092399544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112618036092399544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/09/nervous.html' title='nervous...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112614042141977514</id><published>2005-09-07T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:47:01.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people are stupid</title><content type='html'>so this new girl moved in next door and I invited her up to the roof for a drink.  We are talking, you know, getting to know you stuff. Her name is Sara and she is from Buffalo.  She is a 7th grade reading teacher, just got her masters in education, yada yada...  Then she asks me where I am from.  I say CT and she asks "Does that border Maryland?"  I almost spit out my Corona.  SHE IS A TEACHER...SHE TEACHES CHILDREN.  I responded "no [you idiot] it borders NY" and she says "oh so it's like in New England??"  I don't even know what to say.  Please do not send your students to a school in Essex, MD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112614042141977514?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112614042141977514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112614042141977514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112614042141977514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112614042141977514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/09/people-are-stupid.html' title='people are stupid'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112431179542191267</id><published>2005-08-17T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:49:55.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok this is NOT funny</title><content type='html'>so a few weeks ago, a bolt fell onto by foot while I was sitting at my desk. I looked under the desk to see where it came from, but I couldn't figure it out. I was perplexed, but I let it go. then today (after the lunchtime chair breaking) another bolt fell out and all of the sudden my chair starts to fall backward. HONESTLY HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN TWICE IN ONE DAY!?!?!?! Maybe I shouldn't have eaten those munchos for lunch, I am not feeling too good about myself right now....but all of the bolts were loose when we went to fix it. My boss likes to play jokes, I think maybe he did it on purpose. I do not like Nick right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112431179542191267?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112431179542191267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112431179542191267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112431179542191267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112431179542191267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-this-is-not-funny.html' title='ok this is NOT funny'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112429899693860975</id><published>2005-08-17T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:16:36.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so maybe the diet isn't working...</title><content type='html'>ok so most of you know that I have lost about 30 lbs in the last few months and am damn proud of it. I thought I was doing well and looking good. BUT today I am exhausted and have had a lot of caffeine so Im kinda figity and bouncy. I was sitting at the kitchen table at work and all of the sudden the chair breaks under me and I fall on my ass, in slow motion. I am now the amusement of the office (in case they didn't have enough to make fun of me about before). At least I found out that it broke yesterday, and they "fixed it" so it wasn't really me but I am the ass who fell on her ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112429899693860975?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112429899693860975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112429899693860975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112429899693860975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112429899693860975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-maybe-diet-isnt-working.html' title='so maybe the diet isn&apos;t working...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112377504658210864</id><published>2005-08-11T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:44:06.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Should Goggle Themselves</title><content type='html'>ok so I was waiting for something to download and goggled myself. I found an article that I was in (Corey too!) during college that made me laugh hysterically. Its about me remembering/rehearsing the script for the tour of the Breakers. (I was a tour guide at one of the mansions in Newport, RI for a summer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link if you wan the whole thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.projo.com/business/tourism/20000716_breakers2.htm"&gt;http://www.projo.com/business/tourism/20000716_breakers2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here is the part that I am in (its how the article starts):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Time was running out. All week, Laura Mancuso had worried about The Great Hall. By Thursday evening, even a Ben &amp; Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie frozen yogurt was no solace. Mancuso pulled out her script, thrust it at her roommate, Corey Delaney, and began to recite it. The Breakers was built between 1893 and 1895 by Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt II. The 70-room house replaced an earlier wooden house bought from Pierre Lorillard, destroyed by fire in 1892. . . The Breakers was fashioned after the 16th-century palaces of Genoa and Turin. . . The great hall is reminiscent of the open - air courtyards of Italian palaces. The hall measures 50 feet in almost any direction. . . . .The hall was first used in August of 1895 for the Vanderbilts' daughter Gertrude. It was filled with palms and roses and Miss Gertrude led the cotillion while guests watched from the grand stairs and galleries above. On she went, reciting facts about the bedrooms, the library, the music room, the morning room, the dining room, ending with the pantry and kitchen. Forty-five minutes, later she was done. It sounds as though you know it, said Delaney. For the moment, Mancuso was relieved. But would she remember it all during tomorrow's test?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mentioned again in the ProJO...maybe I should have stayed in RI. I seem to be famous there, it even says I live in Providence, maybe I need to go back????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Laura Mancuso, Providence. Humanities and art history major at Providence College; interned last summer at Christies auction house in New York City. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also on this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arch.umd.edu/Inside/studentWork/workHISP.html"&gt;http://www.arch.umd.edu/Inside/studentWork/workHISP.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words of Wisdom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should goggle themselves (and others they miss, but I couldn't find anything on anyone else, maybe its cause I am so important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found out that there are many Laura Mancuso's in the world, all seem to be important, maybe you should name your daughter Laura Mancuso...she could do a lot of good someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112377504658210864?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112377504658210864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112377504658210864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112377504658210864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112377504658210864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/08/everyone-should-goggle-themselves.html' title='Everyone Should Goggle Themselves'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112369910465703464</id><published>2005-08-10T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:38:24.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe I should change the title of my blog</title><content type='html'>My life has not been interesting lately. I did go see Steph out in the middle somewhere (he he), but other than that, I got nothing. Im going home this weekend to spend some quality family time (read hang out with parents during the day, and the gang at night.) I have officially gone over the miles allowed in my lease (which ends next June) so I will be pulling a Ferris and driving backwards to and from work for now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112369910465703464?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112369910465703464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112369910465703464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112369910465703464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112369910465703464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/08/maybe-i-should-change-title-of-my-blog.html' title='maybe I should change the title of my blog'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112316184256893195</id><published>2005-08-04T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:24:02.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the 10 1/2 things I learned this week...</title><content type='html'>1.  I am too old to hang with the 23 year olds, and sadly their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am too old to pop-a-squat in an alley at 2 AM.&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2. Never forget about the splash factor, it is not your friend, nor the bottom of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Michigan is a state, and no matter how many times you try to name all 50 if you keep on "Miching Michigan" you will not suceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture is &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;harder than it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  3/4 of a handle of Jose should not be drunk (dranken?) by 3 people in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Listen to your friends when they tell you to put on bug spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Even if you don't feel like spending the day with someone, just do it!  don't lie on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Smoking cigars, even if it is with you old professor/boss is not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do not park your car next to a construction site, you will get a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Blogging takes time, and I don't seem to have much these days.  (I always wondered why my friends didn't post every minute, now I understand.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112316184256893195?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112316184256893195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112316184256893195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112316184256893195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112316184256893195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-12-things-i-learned-this-week.html' title='the 10 1/2 things I learned this week...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112258189317234429</id><published>2005-07-28T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:18:13.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>see I warned you</title><content type='html'>I realize that sometimes things come out of my mouth (or from my fingers) that I really don't mean.  And now I realized that I said I was lusting after someone and I am not. My crush has ended, it was fun while it lasted (well not really) and I am almost on the prowl for someone new.  So let me repeat: I am not lusting after anyone.  There is still that one guy I say I am going to marry, but really I'm not going to marry him.  so it is time to find a nice, well-rounded guy who lives near me, who is not psychotic, who treats me well and who my friends like.  I will not go for someone who treats me like crap and only randomly calls (who I cannot call anymore thanks to Megan deleting his number from my phone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a great way to procrastinate at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112258189317234429?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112258189317234429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112258189317234429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112258189317234429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112258189317234429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/07/see-i-warned-you.html' title='see I warned you'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112256659508088679</id><published>2005-07-28T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:03:15.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this could be dangerous</title><content type='html'>I realize now how much random crap I am going to tell the world and that I cant bitch about anyone because you can all read it HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so last night I went to see Tom Petty and the Black Crows with Allison. We had a blast and made some new friends, a family of beer guzzling, pot smoking fiends. I also realized that now I work in Pennsyltucky and have an accent. Denise is always calling me out on how I say home, phone, now etc, with a twang, but after some beer and being with my girl from GA, it came out unbelievably. I also now say y'all. this is scary because I am a New Englander, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so I get home at 1 last night, shockingly, I got a bit lost on the way. I was a little buzzed, starving and exhausted. so I decided to have a lean pocket and read. Now let me preface this next part with the fact that I spent a year living in a room with 3 girls in bunk beds, all of which had some boys around, and maybe it was because I was 21 or maybe I just loved them. BUT nothing could have prepared me for the non-stop marathon squeaking bed that was my neighbor at 1-1:45 last night (Ive seen her boyfriend and would have never thought he could go for that long). I cannot describe the noise level. no screaming, just squeaking. I think I might need earplugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112256659508088679?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112256659508088679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112256659508088679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112256659508088679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112256659508088679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-could-be-dangerous.html' title='this could be dangerous'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14897936.post-112256427997034451</id><published>2005-07-28T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:24:39.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, to be a blogger</title><content type='html'>ok really what was I thinking, I love to talk, rant, etc. so why did it take me so long to join this new fangled blogging thingy? so my motivation you ask? well me and some friends are doing a motivational blog together (no I did not become all churchy on you) just some girl stuff. so I decided, hey why not do this myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am in the middle of wedding hell (no offense to any of you wonderful ladies that I love who are getting married). In case you haven't heard me bitch enough, I was invited to 8 weddings this year (I know you are thinking this girl is so popular!) I am only going to 5, but still that is a lot. so anyways, I had my first emotional breakdown since, I think, my quarter-life-crisis moment a month after I turned 25. I realized, while sitting alone at the table while all of my friends were dancing with their fiances, that I am alone. its scary! even more so because I am never in my new home or even my new city, I am always gone, and almost always in CT hanging out with my favorite peeps, but I cant meet anyone in Baltimore if I am always in CT, and its not like there is a man in CT that I am lusting after, ok well maybe lusting, but really that is not the point. so here I am, at the cusp of a new weekend and I am actually staying in Baltimore so we will see what happens....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14897936-112256427997034451?l=excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/feeds/112256427997034451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14897936&amp;postID=112256427997034451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112256427997034451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14897936/posts/default/112256427997034451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excitinglifeoflauralee.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-to-be-blogger.html' title='Ah, to be a blogger'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521076309282361167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
