<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809</id><updated>2009-09-28T14:50:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>je m'appelle avan.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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.'/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-8552506897179866938</id><published>2009-08-11T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:11:26.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>l a c k .</title><content type='html'>i keep writing entries and deleting them due to lack of content. they just aren't funny, and i thought i would have something funnier to say. so, this will be my update because i can't find anything better to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i work too much. happy hour is my new jam though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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next weekend. it'll be like a mini-vacation before my real one. and they live right by the springs. swimming every day = happy avan. now i just have to find a margarita lover to drink with me after work/swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacation is less than a month away. i finally get to go to a film festival outside of austin and not have to work it. i bought passes and can't wait to drink free alcohol and party with my brother in vegas. it's going to be awesome to just totally let loose and not worry about anything. some of my friends from austin will even be there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutt and evan get back in a week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-8456953352613304619?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8456953352613304619/comments/default' 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type='html'>goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start writing down all the funny random things that happen to me because my life really is a sitcom. i'm going to write a funny screenplay if it kills me. i'm a funny person. people tell me this all the time. the powers of my brother and i combined would be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;the amount of love i have for my cat has to be unhealthy. seriously, i could sit and stare at her for hours, and i do. she is currently curled into a ball sleeping next to my computer on my bed as i sit here typing. if i pet her she will wake up and clean herself wherever i touched her. i think she is OCD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-6382824759831311497?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-9200969729366012670</id><published>2009-04-03T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:12:20.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i start using fail-whaled as a term instead of just failed? is that cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-9200969729366012670?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/9200969729366012670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=9200969729366012670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/9200969729366012670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/9200969729366012670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-start-using-fail-whaled-as-term.html' title=''/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-407926463228760488</id><published>2009-03-28T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:52:42.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kind of want to apply for a position at cinevegas for volunteer manager.  i'm not sure my brother would appreciate me crashing on his couch for two months.  hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-407926463228760488?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/407926463228760488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=407926463228760488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/407926463228760488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/407926463228760488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-kind-of-want-to-apply-for-position-at.html' title=''/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-7327099097727461309</id><published>2009-03-22T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:33:25.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sxsw 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src ="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3363443618_1410c65a68.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted. i could sleep for a week. but, i had the best week and met some amazing people. now, i will begin the withdrawal symptoms that arrive post-festival. thank you to everyone that made my week amazing, and i can't wait to see you again. by the way, john nemec gives great hugs. kathryn lasater knows how to get down. the tech crew can rock some sick 'staches. and everyone involved is simply amazing!  i love my sxsw family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-7327099097727461309?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7327099097727461309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=7327099097727461309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sxsw 2009'/><title type='text'>s x s w .</title><content type='html'>the film count:&lt;br /&gt;winnebago man&lt;br /&gt;breaking upwards&lt;br /&gt;sweethearts of the prison rodeo&lt;br /&gt;the immaculate conception of little dizzle&lt;br /&gt;humpday&lt;br /&gt;rip! a remix manifesto&lt;br /&gt;splinterheads&lt;br /&gt;i love you, man&lt;br /&gt;observe &amp; report&lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band count:&lt;br /&gt;the temper trap&lt;br /&gt;tigercity&lt;br /&gt;bishop allen&lt;br /&gt;amanda palmer&lt;br /&gt;the greencards&lt;br /&gt;haley bonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interactive panels:&lt;br /&gt;a TON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day, more movies, more bands, more fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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.'/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-7603252100133843025</id><published>2009-03-05T23:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:41:30.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm thinking it's really bad for me to be boy crazy during sxsw.  i can see no good coming from this state of being.  however, i see a lot of fun in my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-7603252100133843025?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-6403740382042060134</id><published>2009-03-02T00:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:29:59.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you ever just make yourself stay awake even though you know your body is exhausted?  like you are looking for that secret, something magic, but you know it's not there. not tonight.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;my cat is sleeping between my legs under the covers right now.  that is what i call undying love.  i will let her get away with anything and she will forever be my cuddle monster.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about transferring over to tumblr.  is that wrong to mention on blogger?  i feel like i'm about to get caught cheating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-6403740382042060134?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6403740382042060134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=6403740382042060134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/6403740382042060134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/6403740382042060134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-ever-just-make-yourself-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-1629680898977312696</id><published>2009-03-01T07:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:53:02.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the temper trap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhsirT9bIi0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhsirT9bIi0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop listening to this song by the temper trap called "sweet disposition."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-1629680898977312696?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1629680898977312696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=1629680898977312696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it's all about.  creativity. art. photo. film. passion. love. sharing. music. beauty. sunny days. living and loving life to it's fullest. not sweating the small shit, the number one lesson i always ALWAYS forget.  you only live once and if you forget how to live, what are you doing here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luck is when opportunity meets preparation. get out there and start preparing.  words i need to listen to and start living by.  i'm wasting away sitting in my house penniless when i could be penniless and taking photos.  elementary, my dear watson.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;however, i really want a hand-held mini-video camera.  maybe i can bust out the old school konica and make some really low-grade videos...ideas, ideas, ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, kite festival. be there or be L7 (square).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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they want to be held in our arms and fall asleep in the absence of body fluids.&lt;br /&gt;i think you may be right.&lt;br /&gt;they held each other tighter and tighter. they were not aroused. they were warm and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherman alexie - excerpt from "south by southwest" from " the toughest indian in the world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-673456244370686972?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/673456244370686972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=673456244370686972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dvds there is a lot of weird green spots on the screen, kind of like it's not reading all the coding off the disc.  do i wait until it goes completely kaput or do i just go ahead and buy a new mac and transfer everything then send this one to a computer graveyard/part salvage place?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i can't afford a new one, but how in the hell does one live without a computer?  i did that in college and it completely sucked until i got my little gem of a mac for christmas one year.  however, times were easier then because i had access to computer labs all over campus.  blah!  i seriously don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-2402881039932958821?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2402881039932958821/comments/default' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-9092506831142987952</id><published>2009-02-16T23:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:52:22.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes people just really aren't worth your time, and it sucks when you finally figure this out.  i hope that people don't feel this way about me.  where you try and try to be the best friend possible to realize they are a lousy friend in return.  it's just easier to cut your losses.  i just really hate to give up on people, especially ones that i genuinely like and think are good quality people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-9092506831142987952?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-5799027631283781464</id><published>2009-02-15T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:26:44.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>s u n d a y s.</title><content type='html'>sunday is my favorite day.  yes, i have to get up at 7am and watch babies for four hours at a church, but for some reason they remind me that you only live once and to just have fun.  they are so young and all they want to do is play and learn.  slowly, they become connected to you and it's so special when you see them learning to walk and talk.  it makes my heart smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have the rest of the day to do what sundays are best for - eating, catching up, and napping. today, i took a bike ride (something i haven't done in almost a year - pathetic) to mi madres to eat lunch with some new friends, james and sarah.  they are a super sweet couple that recently moved here from nyc.  i love new friends.  then i read on the porch, called la famille, and finally got to catch up with one of my bestest, lizzie!!  the weather was perfect, and i wish i would have gone to park or to jo's to bask in the sunshine and people watch.  maybe next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-5799027631283781464?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5799027631283781464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=5799027631283781464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/5799027631283781464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/5799027631283781464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-u-n-d-y-s.html' title='s u n d a y s.'/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-8915795586656658645</id><published>2009-02-14T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:57:51.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially a sxsw interactive intern. my inner geek is out on display.  i write blog posts as part of the deal and my first one was published yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sxsw.com/node/1023"&gt;boost your career with webgrrls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited to be part of the family.  i see good things for my future, but my life is about to get hella busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-8915795586656658645?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8915795586656658645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=8915795586656658645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/8915795586656658645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/8915795586656658645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-officially-sxsw-interactive-intern.html' title=''/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-4063450585493748340</id><published>2009-02-12T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:06:40.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it really pisses me off to know that my car isn't even safe in my own driveway.  given, i currently share the driveway with two other cars, but my car has been hit TWICE in the matter of weeks.  no one is fessing up to it, but today i sent my landlady an email stating that my car was hit sometime between last night and this morning and it has to be her or her friend.  seriously, that's just fucked up and i'm really frustrated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-4063450585493748340?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4063450585493748340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=4063450585493748340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/4063450585493748340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my closest friends now.  i love how that works out.  i made her these delicious fudge-y brownie bombs from scratch and a mix cd.  the best presents are handmade, right?  to celebrate a few of us went to dinner then headed to the east side to meet up with everyone else and hang out.  i'm completely in love with the bars on the east sixth (rio rita, the good knight &amp; shangri la).  shangri la is quickly climbing my favorites list.  it was a fun and sober night for me.  lately, i've been enjoying the fruits of not drinking.  it's good for the pocket book and the memory.  just get me a coke and i'm a happy camper these days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was really low key.  an old wilmington friend of amory's recently moved to town with his lady and they had a some folks over for drinks and conversation on their back porch.  it was the perfect way to spend a warm saturday afternoon.  they inspired me to have folks over to our place.  we still haven't formally had a party.  fourth of july was an attempt at a party that never materialized properly.  now, i'm thinking a "i'm going back to work FINALLY" party.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, was the typical sunday.  i watched the kiddos this morning.  we had 17 kids during the first service at church. CRAZY! then i met up with some friends at jo's for coffee and tunes.  adrienne's doggie got spooked and ran under a truck parked on the street and all our hearts were in our throats for a hot second.  then i conqured the task of making pizza dough from scratch and creating these "pizza pouches."  delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2144/190/3/21301308/n21301308_35576289_3579.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very good weekend in my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-4071692973830696902?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4071692973830696902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-1996733354767990089</id><published>2009-01-28T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:50:20.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3217681989_e7e9c116cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i baked cupcakes for a friend's birthday.  they were peanut butter cupcakes with chocolate buttercream icing.  they were pretty darn good, but for a girl who isn't a huge peanut butter lover it was a little too rich for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-1996733354767990089?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1996733354767990089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=1996733354767990089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/1996733354767990089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/1996733354767990089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-week-i-baked-cupcakes-for-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-5698688578147302204</id><published>2009-01-28T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:15:33.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>v a p i d .</title><content type='html'>i always do this, i always get excited and then it never works out. another friend, another failed attempt, another disappointment. i can not express how sick i am of being unemployed/waiting to start this new job. it is bad for one person to have this much free time. i don't need to think about my life this much, to think about all the things i dislike about my life, to think about all the things i want to change but don't know how, to think about all the people i wish i could see. it drains the motivation out of me. most people would kill for free time, and i don't want any. i miss being so busy, i don't have time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-5698688578147302204?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5698688578147302204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=5698688578147302204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/5698688578147302204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/5698688578147302204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/v-p-i-d.html' title='v a p i d .'/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-563619987081691213</id><published>2009-01-27T15:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:11:29.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the truth is rarely pure and never simple.&lt;br /&gt;-oscar wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-563619987081691213?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/563619987081691213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=563619987081691213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/563619987081691213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/563619987081691213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-is-rarely-pure-and-never-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>avan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105523412708376476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03549579472325650151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062639463101577809.post-2604147207847464914</id><published>2009-01-25T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:02:07.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>e a s t a u s t i n i t e .</title><content type='html'>i was featured in a blog this past week - &lt;a href="http://eastaustinite.com/category/eastsiders/"&gt;east austinite&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each week james writes a feature on someone living on the east side.  you should definitely check it out!  email him to take par and answer his questions.  i love reading about the folks that live over here and seeing their perspective on how the neighborhood is changing.  they also feature all the fun happenings of the east side.  it's carving a spot in my heart just like the austinist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4062639463101577809-2604147207847464914?l=calliopetricycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2604147207847464914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4062639463101577809&amp;postID=2604147207847464914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/2604147207847464914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4062639463101577809/posts/default/2604147207847464914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calliopetricycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-s-t-u-s-t-i-n-i-t-e.html' title='e a s t a u s t i n i t e 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