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  <title>the empty inkpot</title>
  <subtitle>frogshuttle</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-05-22T22:19:01Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:4122</id>
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    <title>ahhhhhh.....</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T22:19:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T22:19:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">once again, i have come home from an amazing choir retreat with NO LIBIDO. and i'm loving it. who needs a sex drive when you're basking in the afterglow of 2 and a half days filled with singing and partying, at least 6 massages, and too many hugs to count? not me. i'm on cloud nine...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:3957</id>
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    <title>feeling more than a little uncomfortable</title>
    <published>2007-05-14T17:29:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T17:29:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ugh. i hate diplomacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls on the kid gloves*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:3655</id>
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    <title>joy abounds!</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T22:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T17:30:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; grade 3's!&lt;br /&gt;so, i may have had the class from hell for my first art gallery tour this season, but i finished the job with 22 angels...thank goodness. all intelligent, well-mannered, polite, attentive listeners who were genuinely interested in the art on the walls. what more could one ask for?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to go float off into happy teacher dreams now....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:3378</id>
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    <title>a close call</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T07:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T07:20:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, last night we were out driving around at twilight, and i look out the window to see a group of people playing soccer on a field...and i was completely overtaken by this URGE to play on a women's beginner soccer team. those of you who know me know that this is...unfathomable for me. tanya? running around in shorts in freakishly cold weather chasing after a little ball? &lt;i&gt;tanya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite these glaring contradictions, i immediately informed my parents in the front seat that i was going to join a beginner's soccer team. to which, (rightfully so), my mother worked herself into a giggling fit. "no," i declared, "this is what i want to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i woke up sane this morning.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:3258</id>
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    <title>*happy sigh*</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T06:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T22:46:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;here's to the most wonderful (girl)friends a girl could ever have...
i haven't laughed this much in months; you are truly balm for the soul. it's something i really miss about high school, having you within arm's length all the time, and i miss you all already!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:2899</id>
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    <title>flat on my back</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T18:47:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T22:50:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am currently sitting under my speakers with beethoven's choral symphony completely engulfing my synapses...it rocks. this was my favourite piece when i was little, and i feel like i'm seven years old again, watching &lt;em&gt;beethoven lives upstairs&lt;/em&gt; for the millionth time. ahhh. to be seven again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:2695</id>
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    <title>alas</title>
    <published>2007-04-26T02:58:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-26T02:59:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">all i really want to do is play in the sun....but....there is no sun....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:2225</id>
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    <title>stir-crazy</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T02:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T02:51:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm so bloody antsy...this is what happens when i study math. i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; studying math. especially when i don't understand it.&amp;nbsp;i can't focus and end up wasting massive amounts of time trying not to waste time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i haven't written anything non-academic in positively ages. no lyrics, choral music, poetry, letters (shinji's letter is 4 months overdue)...nothing. so i'm hoping that binge-writing right now on this page will make me feel more studious. maybe i just need to get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a distraction. cameron, where are you? i have this craving to go see another sotw show...i want to dance and jump and for hours and hours until i look like i've just crawled out of a swimming pool. and you are the perfect person to do this with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. but not now, for presently, i am shackled rather unsexily to a mound of statistics notes. ah, there's nothing like mathematics to make you feel like you've just eaten a tub of butter.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:1946</id>
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    <title>let's all crave together</title>
    <published>2007-02-09T05:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-09T05:56:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;WE NEED TRIFLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo(men), we put forward the idea at the last party. of glass bowls layered with cream and fruit and custard and lady fingers and sponge cake. the ultimate cooking-eating-movie watching-more eating-get together. all this science stuff makes me want to scream and do something...domestic. with a wild streak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;raise your whisks, kindred spirits! &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:1715</id>
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    <title>a la shimmie</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T15:56:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T15:56:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align="left"&gt;last night was the first belly dancing class of the year...my hips have informed me that, despite being swung exotically outside of any natural range of motion, they are quite content with the state of things. there's something about that class...you come out feeling just a little sexier than when you came in. *chuckle* pity shinj isn't here to reap the benefits.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:1323</id>
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    <title>white coats, anyone?</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T02:24:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T02:24:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you know those 1920's wooden tops with the string wrapped around them? where pulling the string creates a gyroscopic effect and the top spins out across the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is me. the cord has just been ripped out, and i am spinning. spinning fast, but not quite yet out of control; i have this thread of...something...to pull me towards&amp;nbsp;an indiscernible&amp;nbsp;pole. unfortunately, for the amount of centrifical force i must be producing at this speed, the thread seems far too thin...i know where it leads, but i can't see the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggin' hell. isn't that just the lamest metaphor? tell me about it. *sigh*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:1256</id>
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    <title>being still</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T05:16:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T05:20:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am thinking it's a sign &lt;br /&gt;that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images &lt;br /&gt;and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;~iron and wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am content, so perfectly content.&lt;br /&gt;i am voluntarily split in half, split open, contentedly incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps patience isn't unattainable.&amp;nbsp;perhaps compromise isn't really compromise at all, but a promise disguised.&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:905</id>
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    <title>do not ask this of me</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T06:50:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T06:52:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">do not touch me &lt;br /&gt;do not reach out&amp;nbsp;for me &lt;br /&gt;do not tempt me, for i will not respond &lt;br /&gt;i am encapsulated, &lt;br /&gt;insulated by promise &lt;br /&gt;i hold it to me so dearly &lt;br /&gt;it will be pulled into my skin</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:599</id>
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    <title>tribute to feist</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T04:31:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T04:45:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the saddest part of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;isn't the ending, so much as the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;how fitting it seems.&lt;br /&gt;how can one have a broken heart in advance? that is the question of the hour, the month, perhaps the rest of this&amp;nbsp;life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls blanket over head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frogshuttle:316</id>
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    <title>you asked, i grant</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T04:38:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">the glue in the windowsill&lt;br /&gt;seems to shift&lt;br /&gt;slightly&lt;br /&gt;as your pen falls to the floor&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder&lt;br /&gt;why we don't have thicker panes.</content>
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