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  <title>Tamara</title>
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    <name>Tamara</name>
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  <updated>2003-12-17T23:33:22Z</updated>
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    <title>Evaluation</title>
    <published>2003-12-17T23:33:22Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-17T23:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, I have about an hour before my evaluation, I am so nervous I can't take it. I know my profesors like me and peobly have nothing but good things to say about me but I am scared as hell. Anways I am going to go, Just needed to get that off my chest</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:5021</id>
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    <title>I hate everything</title>
    <published>2003-12-10T06:40:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-10T06:40:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate everything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv&lt;br /&gt;Tamara</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:4770</id>
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    <title>End of the quarter...</title>
    <published>2003-12-08T21:03:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-08T21:03:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I reaslied last night this is the seventh time I have seen a quarter of college come and go, and I only have 4 more to go before I can graduate cause I will be able to graduate a quarter early with my credits. Its been a crazy fall quarter. Im almost done with all my work so yeterday I did a ton of christmas shoping. The end of fall quarter always leaves me with a anxiaty as to what the rest of the year might bring.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:4529</id>
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    <title>Im a chearleader! And a writer</title>
    <published>2003-11-18T02:19:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-18T02:19:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt; I have not written in my livejournal but I flet like updating anyone who reads this. Im back at evergreen and I am doing lots of writing. Im in a class that is about getting your work published, so I am submiting stuff. I also just joined the Evergreen chearleading squad, and I am very excited especily to get my uniform. I will never ever in my life work for subway again after my summer, but what are you going to do. Anyways. All is good in Tamara land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;Tamara</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:4289</id>
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    <title>Alls well that ends well</title>
    <published>2003-06-03T22:48:21Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-03T22:48:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was the last day of the quarter. I woke up a little nervous becuase I had to do a presentation about my internship but I was still a good morning. I went to class and now I feel as if I have lost 10 pounds and 10 weeks worth of anxity and stress. The old chipper tamara is back and ready for action.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:4017</id>
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    <title>have I mentiond I hate everything</title>
    <published>2003-05-23T23:12:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-23T23:12:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">.Four hours of sleep cause of my roomates party&lt;br /&gt; . then waking up and dealing with whiney preschoolers&lt;br /&gt; . not sure about money for school&lt;br /&gt; . 2 papers due very very soon&lt;br /&gt; . moving out of my apartment&lt;br /&gt; . problems I can't even begin to explain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So I hate everything. Im sick of being a cheerleader for everyone, its Tamaras time to get upset. I know its really pathetic but I just kind want someone to recongnice how hard I work and say good job. I need all my work to be worth somthing. Im like a puppy that way</content>
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    <title>Tamaras birthday party</title>
    <published>2003-04-05T17:21:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-05T17:21:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Tomarow night is Tamaras night. I will officialy be 21 years of age. Legal drinking age ya know. We are having a party at my place and I am super excited. We decided to wear nice clothes to my birhtday party and I am thinking of borrowing this really preaty dress from my roomate. There was talk of kareoke but I think I am the only person who would like that so mabey not. Anyways, happybirthday to me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:3337</id>
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    <title>Valentines day is great!</title>
    <published>2003-02-14T17:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-14T17:48:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aaron had a wonderfull birthday party last night and tonight I will be taking vlaentines to my brothers cause I love them. My roomate gave me a valentine lastnight also. There is much love in the air and I want to inhale it all.</content>
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    <title>to recap:</title>
    <published>2003-01-30T04:49:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-30T04:49:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Class sucks but trips with my class are fun. We went to a camp place and had a great few days of boating and hiking. Its nice to talk to people in my class that I hardley even notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My roomates fucking rock. Our apatrment is always spotless cause they are neat freaks. I love them dealry and would live with them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I have made a new goal to stay away from the theater stuff here for a little bit. Its time to do homework and learn. NO MORE EXCUSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Other then that its all same old same old. Oh and theres only 2 months and eight days tell I am 21, thats exciting.</content>
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    <title>Weired shit hapens when you have been drinking</title>
    <published>2003-01-07T07:21:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-07T07:21:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weired weired shit came down tonight. Im not sure how to deal. I have been hearing all sorts of things that just are completly bizare to me. Im not going to tell all the details bit it is weired and in a good way. Today is my roomates birthday and we are having a party for her. People were drinking and some things got said that were really awsomw and 6 moths ago or so would have ment the absolute world to me. I need sleep if Im going to go to class tomarow. Ok so now that its the start of the year I feel the need to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tamaras new years resolution list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    . lose weight&lt;br /&gt;    . stop drinking coffee&lt;br /&gt;    . read more of the stuff for class&lt;br /&gt;    . be way more active in my theater class&lt;br /&gt;    . meet a guy that isnt a prick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all. I don't have much more to say</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:2794</id>
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    <title>briilliant midnight epihiny</title>
    <published>2002-12-11T08:24:08Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-11T08:24:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was laying in bed and I started thinking about happiness and life and just genraly being phylisopical.  I realised that there are people who I see and they always seem happy and together. I find myself jealous of people who are just elated with joy and shit, it really makes me want to puke. I do genuinly want people to be happy (besides the ocasional enemy) but not at my own expence. Then I realised that a lot of thease people really have lives that wouldnot make me happy. Hapiness is indevidual! I have heared that before and I have beleaved it but intell right this second it diden't really make sence. I am for the most part pleased with my life at this very second, but my life is not for everyone either. Happiness is realy somthing you have to do for yourself, there is no one else who can do it for you. Thats the sadist lonelyist fact I can think of. I like to think of some of the people I know a contibutiers to my hapiness but in truth its all about me. Friends and loved ones may put me in a good moond somtimes, or even be suportive and caring at times when I need them but genral hapiness and accepince of your own life and self can only be done by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for you time at this ver difficult moment</content>
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    <title>Thats right Im a prude with high expectations</title>
    <published>2002-12-06T02:14:15Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-06T02:14:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/warpedredhead/quizzes/What&amp;#39;s%20Your%20Bedroom%20Personality%3F%20(For%20Her)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033849857_CPRINC.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Bedroom Personality? (For Her)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darlingtamara:2089</id>
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    <title>Only 23 shoping days tell christmas!</title>
    <published>2002-12-02T17:32:02Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-02T17:32:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I got back last night from my moms house. Its nice to see them. We had a really nice thnaksgiving. I did almost all my christmas shoping this weekend. I brought a really ugly fake christmas tree back to my apartment, my roomates live it cause it can be an art progect. I found out that one of my roomates is moving, and I hapen to like her so thats sad, but Im sure I will see her around. Well, back to homework</content>
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    <title>Vaginas suck</title>
    <published>2002-11-20T03:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-20T03:29:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I made a mistake I think. Just a few minutes ago I auditiond for the vagina monaloges. I really blew it big time. The fist thing they had me read was really great, It was about a women being in some sort of womens sexuality group and having to take a mirror and look at her vagina, and her realing all about this other world going on inide of her. I totaly had that one, but then they asked me to read another one. It was an angry women raniting about our world trying to shove produts up our motherfucking vaginas and how the hell do they expect us to shove a fucking wod cotten tampon up there with no lubercation. I would never talk like that, and I kinda think tampons are good. Mabey I am just too concervative with my ideas of my vagina and sexuality in genral to do a show thats so out there. AHH, I hate it when I have bad auditions</content>
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    <title>a new outlook on life</title>
    <published>2002-11-14T22:16:34Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-14T22:16:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woo hoo. So miss Tamara is making some decisions. First off. I have decided that mabey a new school is a good plan. There are a few in portland that seem cool. So over winter break I will check them out and see were I fit in. Portland state is cool, and concordia seems nice but Im not completly sold yet. I sent away for course catolgos and aplications the over day, and that makes me excited. I love it when I am self sufficiant and logical. Perhaps a new world is what I need.</content>
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    <title>Damn you evergreen!!!!</title>
    <published>2002-11-10T23:40:09Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-10T23:40:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, So here I am again back at Evergreen. It almost hurts a little to come back here this time. My mom is like "its only two weeks tell thanksgiving break, and then its only two weeks tell christmas break" but homesickness isnt the problem. I love my family but living on my own is great. Its Evergreen that gets me down and Im sick of trying to make myself happy here, when I know in my heart that Im not. Everytime I try and talk to people about switching schools people shove it off like its just Tamara p.m.s ing and tell me that I would be even more misrable if I switched schools cause I wouldent have my group of friends. Perhaps there right but one things for damn sure! There need to be some drastic changes and soon cause I can't keep acting like nothings bothering me.</content>
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    <title>Today is weired</title>
    <published>2002-11-07T00:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-07T00:46:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO&lt;br /&gt; It seems as if this is the first real rainy day we have had in olympia, and for some reason things are getting a little weired. I found out the group I do progects with in my class has been having meetings without me and that weireds me out a little. Emmas granpa is dying so we are going to vancouver so she can visit with him and so I can see my family. Its all good though, really.</content>
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    <title>A bottle of vodka and a stun gun</title>
    <published>2002-11-06T01:18:21Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-06T01:18:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so I dident get the part I wanted in the show I auditioned. Im not going to cry and get upset. Thease things seem to not bother me as bad as they usto. In fact I might even take the job they offred me as a tech perosn..hummm. Well. Im out Im sick of wallowing</content>
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    <title>Janeane Garafalo sighting!!</title>
    <published>2002-11-01T01:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-01T01:19:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok&lt;br /&gt; so last weekend I went with a friend to seattle cause we wanted to see Janeane Garafalos show. She was incredably funny and smart just like I expected. What I dident expect is that when we were leaving the show that we would find a door that says exit from stage and see a rather nice limo. So we stand there and waite for a minute and got to meet Janeane!! SHe shook my hand and was all shaking a nervous. p.s. she has the tinest, softest hands ever.</content>
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    <title>So this is my new livejournal!!</title>
    <published>2002-11-01T01:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-01T01:06:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO fun stuff! Tonight I will have some halloween fun. Tomarow I will go visit my little brother cause he is having a birthday. sunday I findout if I gotinto the play I auditiond for. So yeah, good times</content>
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