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  <title>Kayla</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malmatosh:16624</id>
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    <title>Yearly Update</title>
    <published>2009-05-11T21:41:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T21:41:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On Friday I graduate (again), only this time with a Master's degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to say "Fuck you, Ph.D," because neither of the schools I applied to have any money to give me to teach. So I am therefore jobless until July. This is all good, though, thanks to the sweet money I have been paid for the last two years to go to school and the nice inheritance I received from my father when he died. Not only do I have all debts paid off aside from my school loans, but now I get to relish in my savings and live comfortably while taking two months off. This would have been a good time to have a kid, but meh. You know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving Monday morning to spend a glorious week gambling in Tunica, Mississippi. Not as extravagant as Vegas was last year...but I'll take what I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of June we have a 10 day trip planned with Mitch's dad and my family at a cabin in Northern Minnesota. I'm totally looking forward to just relaxing at the lake for a long span of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after all the vacationing is over, I have a job with the Department of Homeland Security to look forward to. I know what you are thinking, and though I am somewhat opposed to working for a governmental body that is slowly but surely taking away the rights of United States citizens, the economy sucks and I'll take what I can get at this point. I'll be working in a cyber defense lab, so it's not as bad as it sounds. It should be a nice stepping stone into probation and parole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am only separated from becoming an "adult" by the duty of grading 100 exams. I'm going to miss my students...even though I hated them for a couple weeks this semester.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malmatosh:16306</id>
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    <title>2008: The Year in Review</title>
    <published>2009-01-01T00:45:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-01T00:45:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">January: Visited MN&lt;br /&gt;February: ------&lt;br /&gt;March: 8th: Left for Vegas (how fitting)&lt;br /&gt;9th: Got married&lt;br /&gt;April: Virginia&lt;br /&gt;May: Began remodeling house&lt;br /&gt;June: turned 23&lt;br /&gt;July: Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;August: started teaching&lt;br /&gt;September: -----&lt;br /&gt;October: 13th: Grandmother died&lt;br /&gt;24th: Father died&lt;br /&gt;November: St. Louis for ASC presentation&lt;br /&gt;December: Grandfather diagnosed with congestive heart failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prognosis for 2009: &lt;br /&gt;January: Tunica&lt;br /&gt;April: New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;May: Graduation, Vegas&lt;br /&gt;June: Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;July: make decisions regarding career or continuation of school</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malmatosh:16012</id>
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    <title>Ridiculous</title>
    <published>2008-10-23T05:00:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-23T05:01:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It amazes me that I only post on here when I am pissed about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, as I was teaching my class, all at once EVERYONE'S phone buzzes. Of course, they all discreetly take them out and check them. Not wanting to be the first to break the "no cell phone" policy, they all looked around at each other. I stopped talking and gave them a look. Finally someone said that there was an armed gunman on the South Campus in BG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next text comes about 15 minutes later. Shots fired at PFT on the main campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them take their break, and the next twenty minutes were absolutely insane. Our entire campus (which is a branch of WKU--located about 45 minutes away from the main campus) was put into lockdown. No one was able to leave or come in. My students all freaked out and called every single person they know, leading to a ginormous string of what turned out to be rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with "all campuses and surrounding schools are under lockdown" (which was true). Then we are told that there is a hostage situation on South Campus (not true). Then that someone had been shot on main campus (also not true). The SWAT team and special forces were called in (true) and there was a fight of about 30 African American males leading to an all out gun battle in the South Campus parking lot (not true). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that all that happened were two separate altercations that only resulted in the minor injury of a person who started to break up one of the fights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first issue: Why was it necessary to send two separate text messages to all students saying, respectively, "Armed men have been reported on WKU South Campus. Please stay clear of the area" and "Shots fired near PFT seek shelter immediately"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These messages only caused mass hysteria and confusion. Leading to the development of rumors that only caused MORE chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second issue: Why the hell do we STILL not know what exactly happened? At this point nobody has been arrested. Five people were taken into custody to be interviewed, but there is still no resolution to this situation. The lockdown ended at about 3:15 pm. It is now almost midnight. Something seems fishy, here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion (until I get more information) is that WKU was over-excited to used their new and improved warning system. What better way to get publicity than a bunch of terrified students, parents, and community members thanking the University for "getting everyone informed and to safety quickly"? The news media was all over it...the first report from CNN was up before we even received the first text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, though, that no one is questioning why there was so much confusion. Why couldn't Western clearly explain what was going on? The media reports ranged from "unconfirmed gunshots" to "terrorism" and "a hostage situation". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the students who called news media and gave interviews over the phone saying that they had heard gunshots and seen weapons and seen gunshot victims? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that the entire Western Kentucky University community should be ashamed of itself. The news media should also be ashamed for not getting the facts before reporting. All that came of this situation is a large number of internet know-it-all bloggers from other areas of the country having their beliefs that Kentucky is full of uneducated rednecks confirmed. Especially since the majority of the bloggers from Kentucky somehow blamed Barack Obama for this incident, saying that things like this are the exact reason that John McCain should be president...to keep the country safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention the other category of assholes who are once again riled up about the ban of firearms on college campuses. Let me say this much...if we had had students carrying concealed weapons today trying to search out these rumored "gunmen" so that they could take matters into their own hands, I can guaranteed that people WOULD have been shot. Anyone with a concealed weapon would have been suspected of BEING that gunman, and all hell would have broken loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have said my piece, I simply ask the few who have read this to recognize that not EVERYONE in Kentucky is an idiot...only the people who want to get on the news are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I will sit and wait for an apology from the University Administration regarding the unnecessary emotional damage that was done today. I will probably be waiting for the rest of my life.</content>
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    <title>Minor Venting</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T02:44:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T02:44:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Direct Quote from tonight's presidential debate: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain: "We can never allow another Holocaust to take place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response:&lt;br /&gt;Darfur: 2003-present - 300,000+ Deaths&lt;br /&gt;Congo: 1998-present - 5.4 MILLION Deaths&lt;br /&gt;Bosnia-Herzegovina: 1992-1995 - 200,000 Deaths&lt;br /&gt;Rwanda: 1994 - 800,000 Deaths&lt;br /&gt;Pol Pot in Cambodia: 1975-1979 - 2,000,000 Deaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazi Holocaust: 1938-1945 - 6,000,000 Deaths&lt;br /&gt;Genocide as defined by the United Nations in 1948 means any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnic, racial or religious group, including: (a) killing members of the group (b) causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group (c) deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part (d) imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group (e) forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Global Community issued the promise of "Never Again" after the incident in Rwanda (14 years ago), yet two more genocides have occurred since then. George W. Bush has even LABELED Darfur a genocide, yet no action has been taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be wise for Mr. McCain to learn what the definition of "genocide" is before spouting off unfulfilled promises to protect human life, "my friends".</content>
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    <title>malmatosh @ 2007-11-03T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-04T02:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T02:09:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've been having el tattoo worked on...almost to the point of completion. i'm insanely excited about it, and wanting to share it. because i'm a loser, it is my userpic. yes, that's right, i FINALLY uploaded one, after 4+ years of not having one. go me.</content>
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    <title>Whoa whoa whoa</title>
    <published>2007-10-13T01:05:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-13T01:05:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never write in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly use it to keep up with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recent changes in my life require some attention, in case there are others trying to keep up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduate School is a whole different world. And by a whole different world, I mean amazing. I've never felt so happy and accepted anywhere before. I finally feel as though I belong somewhere. Obviously school is what I am good at, and although it will be about 4 1/2 years until my Ph.D. is final, I can't wait. Even those nights where reading 200 pages of early sociological theory has me wanting to shoot myself in the head, I am still loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be travelling to Nairobi, Kenya this summer to do my masters research, and I am excited beyond any feeling of excitement that I have ever had before. I feel that Western has given me the most amazing opportunity. Because I am the only criminologist to come through there in FOREVER, my mentor has taken a special interest in me and this December we will be applying for a $100,000+ grant from the National Science Foundation to complete my research. Most grad students are lucky to get $2,000. Because I am studying territory that has never been breached before, we are hoping that my thesis will be published in Criminological journals, and hopefully will lead to an African Equivalent of the National Crime Victimization Survey. If all goes well, I will be heading off to Italy to present my research at conferences to the big-wigs of criminology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I bought a house, and signed the papers yesterday to finalize everything. I'm so excited to be taking this step, yet apprehensive at the same time because I will have to go out of state to do my dissertation. I am looking at the University of Missouri-St.Louis, Bowling Green University in Ohio, or the University of Cincinatti. Who knows where the next few years will take me. I have been advised that with my GRE scores and possible dissertation topic, I could potentially get in to any school that I want, which is unbelievable. Here's hoping for the best.</content>
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    <title>Oh Jesus</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T03:42:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T03:42:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a retard. So I'm tossing around the idea of going to grad school and getting my Ph D. Any thoughts?</content>
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    <title>No reason</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T04:46:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T04:46:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I honestly don't know why I'm posting this because I doubt anyone will actually sign up, but here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this site about 3 days ago, and I figure if anybody wastes as much time on the internet as I do you might be interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you register, then play this lottery sort of game to earn points. When you earn enough points, you can cash them in for gift cards to places like Target, Wal-Mart, Bath and Body Works, and Best Buy (there are a few others that I can't remember right now.) I've only been playing 3 days and I almost have enough to get my first gift card, so if anyone wants confirmation that it's for real I'll post when I get the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm too lazy to create a link, and I'm not sure if LJ does it automatically or not, here is the URL. Just copy and paste: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netwinner.com/?signupCode=malmatosh"&gt;http://www.netwinner.com/?signupCode=malmatosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, if you're as bored as I am it will eventually pay off.</content>
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    <title>Excellent</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T01:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T01:30:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got a new car Dec. 26th. 2007 Hyundai Accent. Absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Merry Christmas to me. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from Minnesota yesterday. Not too bad this time, because Wisconsin didn't try to eat us. Stayed in a jacuzzi suite on the way home. Badass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I still write on here every so often. It seems pointless because it is always a super-short update like this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week and I'll be starting my final spring semester at WKU. Go me.</content>
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    <title>Make it stop</title>
    <published>2006-11-23T08:46:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-23T08:46:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy fucking Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped shrooms tonight. LONGEST TRIP EVER. EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to end but my legs are twitching like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 Shrooms but damn, I just want to go to sleep.</content>
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    <title>Shit Happens</title>
    <published>2006-10-21T03:50:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-21T03:50:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, following my family curse of having bad things happen in groups of three...Mitch broke his collarbone this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was playing football with 5 other co-workers of ours in the parking lot at work. He went to catch a pass, started to drop it, lost his balance, and CRACK. Broken collarbone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, however, he will be receiving workmens's comp. Takes some stress off of me.</content>
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    <title>The Sadness</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T23:29:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T23:29:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">R.I.P: Eulois Costello (Mitch's Grandfather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P: Spud &lt;br /&gt;May 2004-October 4th, 2006</content>
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    <title>Shithole</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T05:01:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T05:01:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate calling my mother, but she insists on talking to me on a weekly basis, and if I miss the phone call she leaves me crying messages saying I love you, are you alright, and whatnot. So I talk to her just to satisfy her needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, however, that may not be occurring anymore. The falling-out hasn't happened as of yet, but after today's conversation the situation may present itself pretty rapidly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to her about the usual...the same conversation we have every time we talk. She branched off into one of her favorite topics: how worthless my stepbrother is and how stupid my stepdad is for giving in to him all the time. She told me how Charles bought Brent a new $800 laptop for college and is going to pay half of his tuition. I felt a twinge of jealousy, because I had to buy my own computer with my graduation money, but let it slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next breath, she started talking about my school loans. She made a comment regarding how she doesn't think she can afford to pay them anymore, and how we need to negotiate a payment plan so that I can help her. I was FURIOUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her conversation wise and didn't speak a word about it. But inside I was thinking to myself how unfair that is and how horrible she has been to me. I haven't asked her for a damn thing since I moved away. Haven't received any money. All she does for me is pay my cell phone bill (which seems fair because the only reason I have unlimited minutes and no roaming fees is so that I can talk to HER), make monthly payments on her RIDICULOUS $15,000 loans SHE takes out every year so that she can have leftover money to pay off her credit card bills (because I take about $6500 in loans myself every year and my tuition is only $13,000 yearly), and pay for my credit card bill. The last one is the kicker. All I ever charge to it is my books for classes. Last December I charged my plane ticket home, and I paid her $450 when I got up to MN to reimburse her for it. She then proceeded to make a $50 payment to my credit card for the next 6 MONTHS. Needless to say, she took the extra cash I gave her and spent it on her own shit. On top of all that, she has run up over $100 in late payment fees over the past 8 months. Thanks for ruining my credit, mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she buys about $100 worth of groceries for Mitch and I once a year when she comes down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I get in return for being so un-demanding of her is NO money from MY residual checks that come in every semester, and about $750 less that I should on my income taxes every year because she still feels it is necessary to claim me as a "dependent", even though she doesn't pay for my room or board, and never gives me money for ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time she bring up anything about me owing her money, the flood gates will be opened. I will bring up all of these points to her, and if that isn't good enough, I will point out that I am going to have loans to pay back myself, and that she is stooping to my father's level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing with her as it was with him. HE cut me off and took me out of his will because I wouldn't come over to his house to get a fucking CHRISTMAS PRESENT that I didn't want anyway because I never want to see the bastard again (in fact, I hope that the cancer he has been battling gets the best of him soon so that at his funeral people will wonder what he did that caused his daughter to not even care enough to show up), whereas SHE has cut me off because I left her. I think this is all a lame attempt to break me and make me move back home. I have news for her, though. SHE is the reason I left. SHE is the one person in my life that I wish would just leave me alone. SHE is the one who has always betrayed me and used me as a pawn to get money from HIM. And SHE is just bitter because I wouldn't have anything to do with him anymore and HE stopped sending her money every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your "daughter", Kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have gotten that out of the way, more shit to talk about. School starts in a week. I'm taking Statistics in sociology, sociological theory, penology, organized crime, and electronic programming/research. Pretty shitty. My stats class isn't meeting the first day, so the professor took the time out to send us our first assignment. JESUS. I need to remember to never check my email for the two weeks before class starts EVER AGAIN. I'm scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, something cheery. I received the book that I order about the Sheltowee Trace yesterday, and I'm now ready to begin planning our hiking adventure. SCORE!!</content>
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    <title>Everything is shitty</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T00:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T00:45:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sick again. Strep throat. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go to the doctor, but decided I'd better yesterday when my throat was swelled up and it hurt to even move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go in. The receptionist was a bit slow...ignored me, actually, but that was no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally get back to the exam room and the RN sits me down to take my temp and check my pulse. Another nurse just barges into the room without knocking. She glances at the reading on the thermometer and says: "uh-oh, looks like someone's..." and the other nurse gives her a dirty look so she shuts up. At this point I'm kind of freaking out thinking that my temp is so high I'll need to be hospitalized. The one nurse leaves and the other tells me my temp is 101.5. It starts storming outside, and she tells me she'll be right back...to yell if I need her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit there for about 20 minutes as the storm worsens. The lights go out for about 15 seconds during this time, and it is completely dark inside the room. No one comes to check on me or anything. Aggravating, but no worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor comes in and looks at my throat. She feels my glands (which were enlarged lumps) and tells me it was a good thing I came in. No strep test or anything. I ask her what I have, and she says "I think it's a strep-like infection. Are you allergic to penicillin?". I tell her no, and she asks if I want a penicillin shot. I told her no way because I have had one before, and it sucked some major booty. She seems aggravated by this, but I'm not giving in if I have a choice. So she tells me she's prescribing Augmentin. I inform her that the only other time I took the stuff I threw up until I was throwing up blood. She tells me I'll be fine and gives me the prescription. The entire exam/diagnosis/prescription writing takes about 10 minutes. I leave and go get my prescription filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, eat something, and take the first dose. Mitch goes to work. I fell asleep and about an hour later woke up feeling nauseous. I threw up for about three hours straight until I couldn't anymore. Decided this was bullshit, and put the pills aside. No sir, I'm not about to continue taking something I know I shouldn't be taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and she told me to call today and get my prescription changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up at 7:30am, call, explain the situation, and am presented this response from the receptionist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: Well, Dr. Wright isn't in today, but I'll leave your message and she'll get back to you tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;ME: But I have strep throat and need something right away...isn't there anyone else who prescribe me anything?&lt;br /&gt;HER: We only have one doctor handling our appointments and walk-ins today, and he's very busy, so you'll just have to wait until tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone in tears. Call my mom again. She calls my doctor in MN to see if he can call in a prescription for me. He says he can't do it. Mom calls me back to suggest another idea. Then she calls another doctor that I used to babysit for. He says it's no problem, and calls me in a new prescription. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom calls and files a complaint about the doctor's office I went to down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be feeling better tomorrow. I missed out on valuable rest today because of all this bullshit.</content>
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    <title>Fun Times</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T16:48:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T16:48:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just got back from vacation yesterday. We went to Cumberland Falls. So. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked 20+ miles in 2 days. It was soooo beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the next objective is to hike the entire Sheltowee Trace Trail either next year or the year after. 260 miles. BOOYAH!! I'm so excited.</content>
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    <title>sooooo stupid</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T01:32:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T01:32:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My car has been in the shop for 3 weeks. 3!!!!!!!! I want little green back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be getting it back tomorrow. Something electrical was wrong with it...so after a new computer and circuitboard and $600, it better damn well be fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on vacation in 2 weeks...so I've been laying out in the sun lately to prepare myself for the rays I'll be getting. I got kind of burnt today...30 minutes on each side but the UV index was at 11 so that makes me look a bit less pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Boredom sucks. Anyone know any good websites?</content>
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    <title>Yay for movie tent!</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T02:26:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T02:26:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As Mitch and I were on our way to get dinner tonight, we spotted the oh-so-wonderful movie tent that pops up in random places throughout the summer. All movies: $2 each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now the proud owners of: Donnie Darko, Requiem for a Dream, The Truman Show, Closer, Punch Drunk Love, and a couple others. I'm super happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off work today and it was the greatest feeling ever. I have worked the past 12 days straight...because Beth was on vacation. I got 65 hours in in the past 7 days. Fun stuff. The paycheck should be mega-huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July was pretty cool. After work Mitch and I went and bought $300 worth of fireworks. About 12 people came over to watch the display. It rocked. Except for the part where I have a fear of bottle rockets, and everyone thought it was funny to light them and just throw them at people, and one came shooting in between me and Mitch's cousin. It didn't hit me (thank god, because if it had, everyone's ass would have been banned from my house for FOREVER) but it DID hit mark and left a huge ass welt/burn on his shoulder. Poor kid. But I guess he deserved it because he was throwing them at people too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot what else I wanted to mention, so farewell.</content>
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    <title>Bleh</title>
    <published>2006-06-30T08:49:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-30T08:49:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's funny how when I can't sleep I sit up and read old journal entries written by people from my past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off because of all the hateful things that were said...but it makes me happy to read the good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant for it to be like it was. I wish it wouldn't have ended but it was just so hard to cling to something I was 1000 miles away from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that the plans of people coming to visit me would have happened. I miss everyone. But it's too late for that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily regret any of it, because we're all doing well and that's what matters in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss being around the people who changed my life, and who I had the best times ever with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have an issue with just picking up the phone. I can't even answer it when I see a Minnesota number calling, unless it's my mother. And I don't even want to talk to her, I just have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to sleep. It's been a long day.</content>
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    <title>Surveys...because I like them</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T03:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T03:09:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1.) What curse word do you use the most?&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do you own an iPod?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Who on your Myspace "Top 8" do you talk to the most?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What time is your alarm clock set for?&lt;br /&gt;At the moment: 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What color is your room?&lt;br /&gt;Dark Purple/seafoam green (We didn't do the decorating...the people before us did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Flip flops or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;Either one. I just like shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?&lt;br /&gt;Take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Do any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Katrina have a son (7) and a daughter (4) and Jack has two sons (5 and 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Has anyone ever called you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;My stepdad used to a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?&lt;br /&gt;All the freaking time!! Thank you trazaone, vicodin, hydrocodone, xanax, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)What CD is in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;The Faint- Danse Macabre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?&lt;br /&gt;Skim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Has anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Have you ever given someone a hickey?&lt;br /&gt;Nope...can't say I like to get the vacuum lock going on someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Do you think people talk about you behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering I work at a rumor mill, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Did you watch cartoons as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;none &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Are you shy around the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) What movie do you know every line to?&lt;br /&gt;Drop Dead Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Do you own any band t-shirts?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) What is your favorite salad dressing?&lt;br /&gt;Ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Do you read for fun?&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as I used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Do you cry alot?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Have you ever farted in public?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;of COURSE. I have to finish my backpiece, plus I have 3 more tattoos on my list. And I've always wanted my lip pierced but work won't be havin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) What is the weather like?&lt;br /&gt;Hot and humid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Is sex before marriage wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Only if you don't believe you love the person. Sympathy fucks are totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) When was the last time you slept on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) How many hours of sleep do you need to function?&lt;br /&gt;At least 7 or 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) Are you in love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) Are your days full and fast-paced?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.) How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) Are you picky about spelling and grammar?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.) Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.) Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.) Do you like Cottage Cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.) Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?&lt;br /&gt;side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.) Have you ever bid for something on eBay?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.) Do you enjoy giving hugs?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What song did you last sing out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Let the Poison Spill by the Faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;don't watch much TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Which celebrity dead or alive would you want to have lunch with?&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Mitch and I were discussing my new look &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What one thing do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;More than $10k in the bank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Favorite Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Things You'd Never Think to Ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been questioned by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whens the last time you've been sledding?&lt;br /&gt;probably 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?&lt;br /&gt;kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;um, yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite commercial?&lt;br /&gt;The starburst one where the guys reach into acid and lose their arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;Chevy Prism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. White Sox or Cubs?&lt;br /&gt;CUBS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;don't dream much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the one thing on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;being able to juggle liquor bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you enjoy your job?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you wear to work?&lt;br /&gt;khaki pants/shorts and dominos shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever been caught stealing?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you could be seen with one famous person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Trent Reznor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you know anyone in jail?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What food do you find disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms. But I still eat them to get high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is your biggest fan?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If you could live anywhere where would you live?&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you could be any animal what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Your best quality?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feisty...sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best feature?&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When was the last time you smoked pot?&lt;br /&gt;about 3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever spent the night with a person of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;um...all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you miss high school?&lt;br /&gt;NO</content>
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    <title>life as it is</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T03:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T03:31:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Faint-Ballad of a Paralysed Citizen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Grey Goose vodka is oh-so-wonderful. I do believe that it is the best I've ever had. A late birthday present to myself...$30 well spent on one night's drunkenness. It's half-gone already. And I can still type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my kitty Salem has pneumonia. Boots had it once. I need to tell Mitch we need to take him to the kitty doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>How fucked up is this?</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T05:19:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">(Tonight at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carryout came in and ordered pizza. 50-something year old guy. No big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get more thin crusts for his pizza. When I came back, he was pointing at me. I asked him what he needed, and he just shrugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miljan then came up to me, handed me two dollars and said the guy tipped me because I was working so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him and went on about my business. I took another carryout's order and ended up standing near the counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 21. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I don't know. What college do you go to?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Western.&lt;br /&gt;Him: What other places do you work out of? I mean, is this the only place?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...yeah, this is the only place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the guy was creepy so I walked away. While I was getting pizzas out of the oven, he grabbed a napkin and a pen and wrote something on it. I had a feeling at this point that he was going to try to slip me his number. Which is just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to hand him his pizza, and as I did he slipped the napkin (folded up) into my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left I looked at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to make $100, call the Ramada Rm. 272."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated this for a minute, and then the first words out of my mouth were "Do I LOOK like a whore or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone found out what had happened. They had a good laugh at my expense. I think it's just fucking creepy.</content>
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    <title>almost there</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T01:58:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My 21st occurs in 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to work tomorrow so I won't be celebrating until Sunday/Monday/Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good news is the bad thing isn't happening. BOOYAH!! TAKE THAT!!!</content>
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    <title>Gotta Vent</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T05:34:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm so torn up right now. A horrible thing could be taking place, but I'm afraid to find out if it is or not. I guess I need to just wait it out, but I'm feeling so frustrated by it. I just want someone to be here for me to talk to...but everyone is gone right now. I'm all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is such a shitty place to get information on stuff. No one knows what they're talking about, and I don't know what to believe. Chances are I'm just overreacting, but I need to get some closure. I'm just hoping this doesn't ruin my birthday. For as long as I can remember, something horrible always happens to ruin my birthday. This would be so fucking fitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. And I'm embarrassed to ask for advice. Katrina tried to help me...but her knowledge only goes so far, and she doesn't understand how this could affect me. She thinks I'm overreacting, but I can't help but have this horrible feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm writing this, because everyone who reads will probably get some sort of satisfaction out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, though, I know I'm strong, and that everything will turn out alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get me through till Evansville...</content>
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    <title>Yay for socially acceptable self-mutilation!!!</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T02:41:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T02:41:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The day came on Monday. The long awaited tattoo session occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now inked with a new poppy blossom on my inner right wrist (it's soooo beautiful!!) and a purple star on the top of my right foot and a red star on the top of my left foot. Soooo happy. And all for $80 and an hour worth of pain. Kid stuff. I did tip the artist $40 though, because it was Memorial Day and all, and he rocked, and gave me a good deal, and now I'm POSITIVE he'll give me a good deal on the finishing of Trillium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Mod want list:&lt;br /&gt;Scarab tattoo on the back of my neck&lt;br /&gt;Matching tattoo with Katrina&lt;br /&gt;Pin-Up Poison on my right calf&lt;br /&gt;Nipple piercings??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news...I TURN 21 IN 6 DAYS!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I go to Evansville to gamble and drink for three. So I hate Indiana...but I'll get over it for the sake of being drunken Kayla for 3 days straight.</content>
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    <title>Quick Update</title>
    <published>2006-04-29T03:38:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Just because I haven't written in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to visit us this week. We got the usual groceries, plus she took me out to purchase my birthday gift. I got a bunch of new clothes, which I needed desperately since I refuse to go shopping for myself. She was only here for three days, but during that time she managed to fuck up my sleep schedule, inhibit me from studying for a test, and make me feel guilty (again) for moving 1000 miles away. She DID bring me alcohol, though, which is always a plus. I guess she's sad that she won't be able to celebrate my 21st birthday with me. After all the good, though, I'm still so glad I don't have to deal with her on a regular basis anymore. A weekly phone call is plenty of mom for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as it's going to be my birthday soon, I'm thinking of using my textbook money to get a new tattoo. I've gotten a tattoo for every significant change in my life...at 16 because I hit driving age...18 when I was a "legal adult" and could do it without my parent's approval...another one at 18 that's not yet finished because it's a backpiece...I got that one to symbolize my move to Kentucky. I probably won't have it completed until I either move away from here or become settled. For my 21st I'm wanting a poppy blossom on my inner right wrist. I got the lotus on the left because it symbolizes eternal life, and that was the arm that I used to cut on regularly. The poppy blossom symbolizes death...so it would be a paradoxical thing. The arm that I never touched would become the death arm, and the roles would reverse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm getting the new tattoo, I shall ask the artist about Trillium, because she needs to be finished, but I'm not going back to Jay because he's an asshole. If he doesn't value his artwork enough to stick around and finish it without me having to drive 2 hours to have him torture me by turning up the speed of the needle until I'm shaking, then fuck him. I've gone for three-hour sessions before and he KNOWS I can handle pain, unless he manipulates the equipment to make me miserable. The last time I went down there I drove two hours to have that fucker work on it for only 45 minutes. That's just not right. I'll have someone else finish it. I've put in 14 hours on it so far, and I don't plan on stopping. It's only half-way done, and its been so long since I had it worked on that a lot of it needs to be touched up and whatnot, so I've probably got about 20 more hours to put in.</content>
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