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  <title>What are you looking at?</title>
  <subtitle>Lola</subtitle>
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    <name>Lola</name>
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    <title>What is this LJ of which you speak?</title>
    <published>2009-08-10T14:22:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-10T14:22:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't posted here in a while! I meant to post something about this last year, but I don't think I did, so&amp;nbsp;I'll do it&amp;nbsp; now.&amp;nbsp; A little over two years ago I quit smoking. I never celebrated that anniversary, but I guess I&amp;nbsp;should have.&amp;nbsp; On June 28, 2007, I decided to try acupuncture to see if it would help me quit.&amp;nbsp; You see, I'd quit many times&amp;nbsp;before, with differing results.&amp;nbsp; One time I went two months w/o smoking, another time less than a week.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think acupuncture could work on a person with no willpower, but decided to give it a try.&amp;nbsp; The doctor told me that I should try to refrain from smoking while being treated, but didn't say I needed to completely stop; that would come with time.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I went twice a week for acupuncture sessions, at the end of which the doctor would place two small balls in my ears (alternating ears each session).&amp;nbsp; He told me that if I felt the urge to smoke, I&amp;nbsp;should press the balls with my fingers.&amp;nbsp; The first few days I lived with my fingers in my ears, but I didn't smoke.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I never smoked again (well, hopefully never).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny thing: now, the thought of smoking makes me want to vomit. It really does repulse me...when I'm awake.&amp;nbsp; I still have very vivid dreams that I'm smoking, though.&amp;nbsp;In my dreams, I'll&amp;nbsp;sometimes catch myself with a cigarette in hand, and know that at some point I must have relapsed.&amp;nbsp; In my dreams, I'll take a drag and taste the burning paper mixed with tobacco and a little something extra.&amp;nbsp; I'll feel the burn as the smoke passes into my lungs and slowly exhale through my nose.&amp;nbsp; In my dreams, I'll finish&amp;nbsp;one cigarette and start smoking another and say to everyone around me something like, &amp;quot;I'm a smoker, it's what I do,&amp;quot; and know that I'll never stop.&amp;nbsp; Then I'll awake and have to ponder the last few days in order to remember whether or not I actually did smoke because the dreams are some of&amp;nbsp;the most realistic and vivid I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as if the acupuncture created a horcrux and took that piece of my soul that loved to smoke and stored it away in dream world, never to be destroyed, to be contemplated from a distance, separate, but still somewhere within me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, and just an observation, not about anyone in particular: some people don't like to hear the truth. They don't want friends who will make them reflect on their decisions around. They prefer&amp;nbsp;the company of &amp;quot;yes, people.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; I hope that my friends will always feel free to express an opinion contrary to mine, or&amp;nbsp;to help me really reflect on my actions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I realize there's a fine line b/w being overly-critical,&amp;nbsp;but I would hope that we could find that balance.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I might get angry with you, but after the anger&amp;nbsp;comes the reflection, and&amp;nbsp;sometimes a re-thinking&amp;nbsp;of my actions, or&amp;nbsp;not, but in the end, I'll be grateful for your input.</content>
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    <title>PSA</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T14:04:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T14:04:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello, everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, please e-mail me at my .mac account since it's become impossible to access my GWU account from work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you don't have the .mac account address, shoot me a message via FB and I'll send it to you.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>In other news...</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T16:21:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-05T16:21:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm trying to plan my stay in Italy. Many of the hotels send me responses such as this one, despite the fact that I make my requests in English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;Gentile Eleonora, &lt;br /&gt;desidero innanzitutto ringraziarLa per l'interesse mostrato nei confronti della nostra struttura. Attualmente c'&amp;egrave; ancora disponibilit&amp;agrave; per il periodo richiesto, il prezzo per una camera tripla (bagno con doccia) &amp;egrave; di 130,00 &amp;euro; a notte (per camera), comprensivo di prima colazione a buffet ed utilizzo del parcheggio privato dell&amp;rsquo;Hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;rsquo;Hotel San Marco &amp;egrave; situato nei pressi dell&amp;rsquo;uscita Ovest di Siena (200 m) e a breve distanza dal centro storico, facilmente accessibile tramite bus urbani (5-10 minuti per arrivare al Duomo), in taxi (una corsa per Piazza del Campo costa 8-10 euro) o con la macchina (5 minuti ai parcheggi del centro). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per farsi un'idea pi&amp;ugrave; completa della struttura, La invito a inserire i criteri di ricerca ''Hotel San Marco'' e ''Siena'' sul sito www.paginegialle.it , dove trover&amp;agrave; anche un breve filmato introduttivo. Un giro virtuale della struttura pu&amp;ograve; invece essere fatto su www.alberghieturismo.it , riempiendo gli spazi richiesti con &amp;quot;Siena&amp;quot; e &amp;quot;Alberghi***&amp;quot;; questo la porter&amp;agrave; alla nostra pagina personale, e al &amp;quot;virtual tour&amp;quot; dell'Hotel. Pu&amp;ograve; inoltre vedere su www.tripadvisor.it &amp;nbsp;cosa dicono di noi le persone che sono gi&amp;agrave; state nostre Ospiti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimango a Sua completa disposizione per ogni eventuale ulteriore informazione che possa necessitarLe e colgo l'occasione per porgerLe i miei &lt;br /&gt;Migliori saluti...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache from reading the responses and trying to compose a short response in Italian. Trust me, due to my limited speaking abilities, the responses are VERY short. &lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>cobwellac @ 2009-03-05T10:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T15:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-05T15:57:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG! Brad Pitt came into my work yesterday and apparently Angelina will be filming near my office all week. I'm going to have to step outside and see if there's anything interesting going on.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Things...</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T21:25:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T21:25:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm being a tad introspective here, but I often think that I come off as very materialistic.&amp;nbsp; In truth, I&amp;nbsp;think I am a bit materialstic because most of the time things are all I have.&amp;nbsp; I spend most of my weeknights alone. I'm stuck in a town without many opportunities for new opportunities, in a job that doesn't offer me much growth, and with lots of free time to think about nothing.&amp;nbsp; In a way, things stop me from sinking completely into the folds of the sofa and praying to a God I no longer believe in for good thngs to come my way b/c they never will, will they?&amp;nbsp; For example, last night my first impulse was to get home from work and just sit on the sofa staring at the wall. I didn't even feel the need to turn on the light.&amp;nbsp; Then I thought maybe I should go to the store.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy riding in my car (nice thing) and so going to the store seemed like a pleasant enough excursion.&amp;nbsp; Never mind that I listened to Eleanor Rigby, which feels like me and makes me cry, it was all better than sitting home alone staring at nothing, right? So, see, if it hadn't been for nice things (my car and going somewhere to obtain more things), I would have done absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; As it was, I actually did something (even if it was a simple drive) and then came home w/enough energy to work on a puzzle I had bought.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having a weekend of yet more nothing, I purchased a ticket to NYC where I will get to visit w/family.&amp;nbsp; And then, to save myself the burden of a lonely April, I purchased my tickets to....ITALY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I am a bit materialistic, but I find that $$ is the only way I have available to me to get out of a funk since there's not much else for me in this city.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me; I am perfectly used to this existence. Reading this it seems depressing, but I'm not.&amp;nbsp; I think it's b/c I'm really excited about going to Italy.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Somebody please,...</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T16:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T16:02:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tell me why we're celebrating the fact that some crazy be-otch popped out a litter of babies??? She's a single mother with 6 other kids who got herself artificially inseminated by unethical doctors and had 8 more babies! Now she's getting paid to do interviews and there might be a book? What could possibly be interesting about this nutjob? She needs help, not book deals.&amp;nbsp; I'm so sick of reading this woman's name everywhere I look.&amp;nbsp; Get a grip, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe China's mandated abortion policy isn't so bad after all.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>For Sara...</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T20:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T20:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks for getting this stuck in my head (it's going viral!!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the night. My body's weak.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the run. No time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride like the wind to be free again.&lt;br /&gt;And I got such a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;To make it to the border of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born the son of a lawless man.&lt;br /&gt;Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lived nine lives&lt;br /&gt;gunned down ten.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got such a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;To make it to the border of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accused and tried and told to hang&lt;br /&gt;I was no where in sight&lt;br /&gt;when the church bells rang.&lt;br /&gt;Never was the kind to do as I was told.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna ride like the wind before I get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the night. My body's weak.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the run. No time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to ride.&lt;br /&gt;Ride like the wind to be free again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got such a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;To make it to the border of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got such a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;To make it to the border of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ride like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna run like the wind.</content>
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    <title>cobwellac @ 2009-01-02T17:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-02T22:19:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-02T22:19:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is so hard to be at work today. I've done almost nothing productive and am itching to get home. *yawn*</content>
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    <title>cobwellac @ 2008-12-31T12:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-31T17:56:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T17:56:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I shall end this year with a rare post. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;just got back from celebrating Christmas in Argentina, where it was 100 degrees and fake snow, Santas and anything but the casual, understated tree were nowhere to be found. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, it was so different that when people wished me a good Christmas, I had to think about it a bit to remember it was the holiday season. &amp;nbsp;I got back early Monday and am just now shaking off an annoying cough. &amp;nbsp;The one good thing is that despite plying myself with food and drink, I&amp;nbsp;seem to have only gained one pound. Yay! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also recently decided to let my inner crazy out a bit. &amp;nbsp;This means that I slightly freak people out when I'm at the H. Teeter looking at frozen vegetables that are on sale and say aloud, &amp;quot;Yeah, that rocks.&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don't know, I like annoying people just as much as they like to annoy me. &amp;nbsp;However, my inner crazy lost out to the guy who crossed my path in an aisle laughing to himself. &amp;nbsp;I only do that when a hot boy walks by me and I try to pretend I&amp;nbsp;didn't notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resolutions this year, but I&amp;nbsp;do plan to dance more tango, meet more people and get out more and, of course, finally travel to Italy. &amp;nbsp;Here's hoping this coming year rocks!</content>
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    <title>These last two weeks...</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T18:45:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-01T18:45:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;have been filled with eating events, so I'll tell you about them here.&amp;nbsp; It all started&amp;nbsp;two days&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;Nov. 20th birthday when a friend took me to Locanda for Italian food.&amp;nbsp; Quite yummy.&amp;nbsp; Then, on the actual 20th,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_spunkmunky' lj:user='spunkmunky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spunkmunky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;took me out to dinner for Korean BBQ (one of my favorite foods) and followed that with a cake the munky one baked for me -- pistachio cake, to be exact.&amp;nbsp; Pistachio cake tastes a lot like an amaretto cake would, only w/a really yummy light green icing. I was gifted, among other things, a chihuahua wallet, which has been the focus of many compliments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my parents came to visit.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I spent that weekend going out to eat, drinking lots of wine and playing cards, which is what usually happens when the 'rents are in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I chilled.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday I hosted GN with a skillet lasagna and lots of wine, as always.&amp;nbsp; Wednesday I ate Goobers, lots of them.&amp;nbsp; Thursday was Thanksgiving, followed by more Goobers.&amp;nbsp; Friday, I chilled.&amp;nbsp; Saturday, I met with &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_chinesephoenix' lj:user='chinesephoenix' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://chinesephoenix.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://chinesephoenix.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chinesephoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for Mexican at the Rio Grande.&amp;nbsp; It was great seeing her, if only for half an hour.&amp;nbsp; Later, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_vicar' lj:user='vicar' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://vicar.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://vicar.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;vicar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;took me out for my b-day dinner at Willow.&amp;nbsp; It was delicious, and it included rum-bathed tres leches cake.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after all this eating, I stepped on the scale today and noticed that I gained like 4 pounds!&amp;nbsp; Still, due to the company and the enjoyment I got from the food, they were well worth it.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to all my friends for giving me the gift of your company.</content>
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    <title>No Lines!</title>
    <published>2008-11-04T16:32:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-04T16:32:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got up super early (well, for me, at least) and went to my polling location in Arlington this morning.&amp;nbsp; The line was much shorter than it was the last prez election! I was in and out in 30 minutes! Now, when I leave work this afternoon, I won't have the extra burden of getting out&amp;nbsp;to vote (I have usually voted in the evenings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this morning I ate a handful of smoked almonds, a Kashi bar, a Reese's cup and a lollipop.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, my stomach is killing me know.&amp;nbsp; Gross.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Hey, hey! It's a post!</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T19:49:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T19:49:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I don't have a ton to say because there's not much going on, and I'm pretty sure you really would NOT want to deal with the random thoughts that pass through my head.&amp;nbsp; Last week, D's brother got bit by a rattler or a copperhead snake and wound up in the hospital for a full week. He finally got out on Friday and was at D's house Sunday. His foot (the point of origen) was still huge and he's got tons of morphine-type painkillers, but overall, he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got SuperMarioKart for the Wii, as well as TopSpin, so I Wii'ed the whole weekend.&amp;nbsp; Maybe &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_spunkmunky' lj:user='spunkmunky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spunkmunky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;will get to race me next GN.&amp;nbsp; It's no secret though that I suck at video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally loving Supernatural this season.&amp;nbsp; Jensen Ackles really is one of the hottest men on the planet.&amp;nbsp; I wish I knew boys like that IRL.&amp;nbsp; Ah, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Two Words:</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T14:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T14:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">JENSEN ACKLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.</content>
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    <title>90210</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T20:32:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T20:32:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So, when I&amp;nbsp;heard they were doing a 90210 series for the millenials, I thought it was such a dumb idea. &amp;nbsp;But then the producers got smart and decided to incorporate some of the old characters that I and my fellow college-age kids would cut classes on a Wednesday night for. &amp;nbsp;And guess what? I like the show! It's rather embarrassing, but not really, no?</content>
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    <title>cobwellac @ 2008-08-26T09:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T13:55:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T13:55:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="7"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_telie13' lj:user='telie13' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://telie13.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://telie13.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;telie13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>cobwellac @ 2008-08-26T09:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T13:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T13:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="7"&gt;HAPPY&amp;nbsp; BIRTHDAY &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_spunkmunky' lj:user='spunkmunky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spunkmunky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I can't believe I got an S!</title>
    <published>2008-08-21T17:44:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-21T17:44:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="So many things..."&gt;If you reply to this post with a request for one, I'll give you a letter. Then you have to are welcome to reply with a list of ten things you LOVE that begin with that letter. Afterward, (if you would like to) post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_spunkmunky' lj:user='spunkmunky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spunkmunky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spunkmunky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ssss'ed me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Skittle &lt;br /&gt;2)Steve &lt;br /&gt;3) Spooky &lt;br /&gt;4) Shrimpie &lt;br /&gt;5) Siouxsie &lt;br /&gt;6) Scary movies (but not slashers) &lt;br /&gt;7) Silly movies &lt;br /&gt;8) Steaks &lt;br /&gt;9) Seeing friends and other loved ones &lt;br /&gt;10) Saying the eff word all the time.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>New Yawk...</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T19:01:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T19:01:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I'm updating to tell you about my quick weekend jaunt to the City. It started off benignly enough when I drove myself to D's house to drop off the birds and get a ride to the airport for my 2:30 flight NYC to visit with a roommate of mine from college. Well, since airlines are useless and cannot handle rain on domestic flights, my flight was cancelled. The good part of that is that I received work of the cancellation before I headed to the airport. I then decided that I would just take the train, so I hustled back home, to the metro, to Union Station and boarded the Acela to NYC. The RT cost me $355 as compared to the flight, which would have cost $80. That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to NYC, it was raining, raining, raining. That didn't stop us from leaving the swanky Tribeca loft my friend is subletting and heading out to a bar to drink wine. After that, we went to Gordon Ramsay's Maze. It was really good and the wine was excellent. Sadly, I didn't see GR. *Sigh* After that, we returned to Tribeca and I crashed in a sleeping loft that was much quieter than you'd expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to meet up w/my SIL and adorable nephew. A lobster roll was consumed by me. The best thing about it is that it had bacon! Yum. Then I was forced to walk all over the city and didn't get back to the loft until 5:30 or so. At 7:30, we had to go meet Tania's friends. It was a very cool crowd of about 10 Italians and one girl who was heading out to L.A. to be an actress.  One of T's friends is married to A. Bourdain, but is cool in her own right. We learned that her husband had just gotten back from Dubhai or one of those places and returned with an Islamic version of Barbie. Apparently, she comes in a burka (!), though underneath it she's wearing fashionable clothes and lots of gold jewelry. Why would a Barbie need a burka? So Ken doesn't get an erection? Anyway, after that we had dinner at a place in Tribeca, which included yet more wine. I think my veins are Bordeaux now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, we hit the stores. I have to say, I loved the Anna Sui store; it's like Betsey Johnson on steroids and oh-so-cute. At B. Johnson, though, I scored a one-of-a-kind sample piece for...wait for it...$60!!! I also bought the cutest shoes that were on sale there. We then went for brunch in Tribeca (well, it turned out to be more of a lunch since it was 2:30, but whatever) and decided that once again, I really should be in that city. This guy was dining alone next to us and he started up a conversation. He was so intelligent and could talk about anything. Try randomly finding people like that in DC! Also, there are tons of people my age who are single or w/no children, so I don't feel like a weird two-headed monster. They go places and do things. It's just a better city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. At 3 I left for the train station. There was an absolute lack of cabs so I caught a subway train at 3:30 and barely made it for my 4:00 RT trip. Fortunately, the train was a tad late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm here in boring old DC (not that I don't appreciate and enjoy spending time with the few friends I have here).</content>
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    <title>Breaking News...</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T16:27:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T16:27:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Madonna: Sweet and Sticky Tour. Not coming to DC, but I'll be going to Philly on Nov. 19 (pre-birthday celebration!). Who's in???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-sale for fan club is May 27.</content>
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    <title>Random Facts...</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T17:52:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T17:52:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure I can think of 8 random facts or that I have enough friends to tag, but I'll try. I guess some facts will be repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I would never go camping/hiking b/c I fear bears and Bigfoot.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I also fear spiders and alligators.&lt;br /&gt;3.  But I find reptiles surprisingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Blood -- it makes me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;5.  And yet I have very violent, gross and disturbing dreams.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Which doesn't mean that I don't enjoy sleeping immensely.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am extremely impatient.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Yet here I am, writing 8 stupid random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you haven't already been tagged by someone else and have taken the time to read this, consider yourself tagged.</content>
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    <title>It must suck...</title>
    <published>2008-04-18T14:11:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T14:11:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">that I'm doing my first update in weeks and it's a meme. Oh well, but don't worry, I'll post something proper soon. M'kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elle&lt;br /&gt;2. Eleonora&lt;br /&gt;3. Baby -- for real, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cobwellac&lt;br /&gt;2. ElleC&lt;br /&gt;3. Why can't I think of a 3rd????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nose&lt;br /&gt;2. Boobs&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hair (only b/c I have to dye the gray out so much)&lt;br /&gt;2. Am I vain b/c I cannot think of a 2 and 3?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spanish&lt;br /&gt;2. Italian&lt;br /&gt;3. French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spiders&lt;br /&gt;2. Alzheimers/dementia, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bigfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Perfume&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch&lt;br /&gt;3. Natural light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bracelet&lt;br /&gt;2. Ring&lt;br /&gt;3. Earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Siouxsie&lt;br /&gt;2. Madonna&lt;br /&gt;3. The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. A hot boy&lt;br /&gt;2. who's totally into me and &lt;br /&gt;3. is named Johnny Depp or D. Beckham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1. I am fluent in three languages.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am afraid of closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Long hair&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice, thin bod.&lt;br /&gt;3. Strong facial features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading&lt;br /&gt;2. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;3. Whining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go outside&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a new job&lt;br /&gt;3. Become a good sleeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Magazine editor&lt;br /&gt;2. Archaeologist&lt;br /&gt;3. Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Italy&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a ton of money and spend it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. I cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. I scream when I see spiders or mice or any creature that shouldn't be where it is.  &lt;br /&gt;3. I think Johnny Depp's hot (like, seriously, what girl doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm very direct.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no problem hitting on a member of the opposite sex that I find attractive.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can tune you out in 2 seconds flat.</content>
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    <title>cobwellac @ 2008-03-17T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T20:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T20:48:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, I'm back, but only til next Wednesday, which is when I'll be heading out to L.A.</content>
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    <title>He's Way young...</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T21:57:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T21:57:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but also way hot.  And, yes, I do have a type!  I give you Trevor Moore from "The Whitest Kids You Know:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/30k7zo6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>The four thing that's going around...</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T20:14:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T20:14:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Waitress &lt;br /&gt;Retail Slut &lt;br /&gt;Administrative Assistant &lt;br /&gt;Government Slug &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I could watch over and over: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Braveheart &lt;br /&gt;The Crow &lt;br /&gt;Gone With the Wind &lt;br /&gt;Notting Hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dillon, SC &lt;br /&gt;Tucuman, Argentina &lt;br /&gt;Fairfax, VA &lt;br /&gt;Arlington, VA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows that I watch: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Supernatural, a.k.a., the Jensen Show&lt;br /&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;Dexter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I have been: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Spain&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four people who e-mail and call me regularly:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite foods: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cheese (especially manchego and roquefort)&lt;br /&gt;Rice Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;Wine (according to Telie, it counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I would rather be right now: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Italy as I've never been&lt;br /&gt;LA&lt;br /&gt;NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four things I am looking forward to this year: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;L.A.&lt;br /&gt;B.A.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's trip here (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;A new job (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four favorite authors: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;E.A. Poe -- He's the only author I know who wrote a short story with my real, full name as a title, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Does Bill Watterson count?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Surely, there's something better than this.</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T19:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T19:11:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_djkangal' lj:user='djkangal' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://djkangal.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://djkangal.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;djkangal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s meme where you summarize your life in 6 words.</content>
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