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    <title>emilynoll @ 2005-12-15T05:45:00</title>
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    <lj:music>hilary's sleeping</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have now been awake for 2 hours. I want to fall back asleep, but that's beginning to look very unlikely. I think I'm dehydrated. Sometimes the heater in my room takes on a mind of it's own, and it becomes unbearably warm. I think I am going to see the sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Emily, Ashlee, Manduz, and I were going to go out to dinner. We were waiting for the elevator on the fourth floor, and it finally arrives. The door opens, and Justine is inside. She looks at me, and immediately bolts out of the elevator, and takes the stairs. We (E,A,M,I)get into the elevator, and reach the 1st floor at the same time as Justine. She then rushed out of the building to avoid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this story is that people are ridiculous. I have done nothing to harm Justine, and yet she harbors the most intense hatred for me. Sometimes it's funny, but most times it's just sad. This whole instance was such a throw-back to high school drama that I'm still shocked it actually happened. What makes this story even more odd is that when I went to tell Ezra about how bizarre his girlfriend had behaved--he already knew...because she had told him, almost as if to brag. Very very odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has occurred lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completed four out of six finals, and that feels pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;I need to buy Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;I ate at Afghan Grill for Russ' birthday instead of writing my paper on Monday. It was delicious. I plan on returning in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;I meet with Joan Echols tomorrow, er, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most importantly, I return home on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is all, now I need to find something else to occupy my time...</content>
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