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  <updated>2006-06-29T06:20:43Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:madamemalchance:3084</id>
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    <title>madamemalchance @ 2006-06-27T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T22:18:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">well..here's an update,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually am going to chicago for july!  very exciting.  it's kind of sudden and i have to get there really soon so i don't miss more class.  however... yaay, the midwest.  a new city.  the lake.  come to lollapalooza with me in early august and we can see kanye.  i will try to make reservations to attend a taping of oprah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone, and this city, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: who knew that mentioning the name lollapalooza is such a fucking faux-pas?  SORRY if you went when you were 12.  anyway.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:madamemalchance:1604</id>
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    <title>madamemalchance @ 2006-03-10T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-10T22:54:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">daniel's experience of the frigo vert, friday march 10th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the child] just stood there looking arrogantly at me, ...i kept getting mad at all the people who were there, after that jarring entry..because they're weird.  maybe i was in a bad mood...but i wasn't really..&lt;br /&gt;and then bronwen was in a meeting, so i went to al-taib and ate a giant meal.  and then i had my tutoring.  and then i went back and saw bronwen.  "how is she?"  oh, she seemed a little flustered.  she kept saying she was gonna do something, but then she would just stand there..&lt;br /&gt;she said she was going to some church after..she said she'd be back around 8, so that probably means midnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to me, i am having a very exciting day.  i woke up in a fancy b'n'b (castel durocher) with the so-competent heather hayes manning the deck.  she was running an entire business all by herself, it was insane.  she also gave me fancy bitter chocolates, which has prompted me to eat chocolate all day to re-create the taste.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we saw a film screening by qpirg, for social justice days.  i really liked the movie..it was about a neighbourhood, i think in d.c., which was being fought over between gays, african-americans and other groups that all hated each other.  it had a surprisingly heartwarming ending.  then i started to wonder if it was actually fictional..???  anyway, it was a lovely time, followed by more great moments with marina and hea.  best part: eating canned pineapple, using the shiatsu massage chair..conversation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have been nice to go to nyc for the weekend, and i'm still pretty sad i didn't go/am not there right now.  if i could track down jj, things might be different.  but she's an enigma wrapped in a conundrum, slathered in mystery sauce, as someone wrote in the 'encounters' section of craigslist the other day.  where is she?  i'm at st. andre to give love/drop off rainboots to those who live here.  i think i have to stop writing these things - i hate it.  also, mental note: i need to make more clear mental distinctions between the night and the day.  day = doing productive things.  night = it gets dark and you hang out.  &lt;br /&gt;ok, ok..i'm done</content>
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    <title>madamemalchance @ 2006-02-22T02:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-22T07:58:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">ok, ok.  i think i'm gonna start actually writing in this sometimes.  this is inspired by two people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)kitty h.&lt;br /&gt;b)cee strauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i dedicate future entries to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, i have to go to bed.  my little step-cousin's birthday is tomorrow morning and i'm supposed to meet her at 9:30 for breakfast.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:madamemalchance:269</id>
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    <title>madamemalchance @ 1970-01-22T05:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T06:22:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T01:27:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">a special thank you to heather hayes for telling me never to acknowledge that this is my first day on livejournal and instead just to jump right in.  the date is january 22, 1970.</content>
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