tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74716618928768382902012-02-09T12:16:04.065-05:00Mostly I just ramble about my life.Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.comBlogger5421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-67429615901962400842012-02-09T12:16:00.000-05:002012-02-09T12:16:04.077-05:00

I'm writing a paper on the psychology of conspiracy theories (Why people come up with theories and why people believe them). I'm loving it, besides the awkward assignments that I don't quite understand. Like doing 4 free writes with topics like "reformulating binaries" and "uncovering assumptions." Overall I'd say free writing about my topic and my sources has been great for my memory and I have

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I never understood or cared much for organized sports. I played some basketball in my day (and hated every moment, begging to be benched at every game), and I'll do volleyball for the hell of it with my friends, but the the whole teams and leagues and big games (*cough* Superbowl*cough*) never made much sense to me. I watch some WWE for cheap entertainment when it's on and I'm not busy, but as I

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Miss M, I don't know if you go back to check for replies, and I don't know if it tells you... So I'll just point out that I've also tried to stop referring to carbonated drinks altogether because soda just doesn't roll of the tongue like pop, and even pop is starting to feel weird because I know soda makes more sense. It's really awkward at work when I'm trying to figure out what drink someone

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On a similar note as one of my previous blogs... Why do people call Reese's "Reesey's?" They were named after the dude who invented them (or the idea, or whatever, I don't actually know the extensive history of the stuff) Reese as a name... Is pronounced Reese. REES. But somehow by adding an apostrophe and and an "s" to show possession people have concluded that it's pronounced REESEES. To

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-78841536435836455142012-01-27T18:19:00.000-05:002012-01-27T18:19:58.321-05:00

Guilt tripping isn't always a purposeful act. Sometimes it's just not knowing when to shut up. If what you're saying has already been said and yet you keep repeating it knowing that it makes the person you're saying it to feel guilty you're guilt tripping. It may be "the truth" so yeah, you're being honest, but you only have to say it once. Just because the person doesn't do what you want them to

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i have all the information I need to write my paper that's due tomorrow, but I really don't have the motivation to write it right now. It's over words etymology and linguistic history. Basically, grammar and spelling used to not be important as long as your point got across. Also, words meanings change, sometimes drastically. Ecstasy used to mean pretty much the opposite of what it means now (

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The hopeless romantic inside me had been rekindled, I think. Everything feels so amazing. Micheal still looms over me though. I think about him a lot. Not in a romantic way, just in a guilt filled way. I wish I had ended it with him a long time ago. No one deserves the kind of misery brought on by a relationship like the one we had. It wasn't my first time in one, and I guess I didn't learn the

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I'm better than this now. I can handle this. I can beat this. I'm better now. I'm better now. I'm better now. I can fight my way though.

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I've been trying to write a post about attention whoring "sad" girls without sounding like a jealous bitch. I guess I'll leave the post simple. I have a guy who things I'm pretty, loves my body, gives me freedom and treats me well. He doesn't believe in having an insane amount of possessions or being greedy and tries to treat everyone with love and respect. My dad has overcome alcoholism and is

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Love is a 4 letter word. Smitten is 7. Smitten is good. The butterflies are good. Having the same person on your mind 24/7 is too. Especially if its always in a good way. Being able to look someone in the eyes and not feel like they're judging you. Getting lost in someones eyes for the first time in your life. Needing closeness. Secretly spending your entire day waiting... To have one person hold

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If you want to ruin a girl for the rest of their life, call them fat when they're young. My W233 prof just said that. It's true too. Jon wonders why I'm so self conscious of my body. More so than I should be. Sure, a little reluctance to take my clothes off is a good thing, but to such an extent I know it's unhealthy. The really sad part is that I KNOW my body is decent. My pants size may have

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My parents are officially divorced. I'm officially single/in a new relationship-thing/SOMETHING. I'm free. Fucking FREE. I have my school books, my amazing hours, my classes start next week. New fresh infatuations with an amazing guy. Counseling. I'm in fucking counseling. It's kinda crazy. I never thought I'd do it but I did it. It went well by the way. We just talked about stuff that's going

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The last 5 days have been a magical disaster. I have my first session of counseling tomorrow. I'm separated from Michael officially now. We met with his counselor to talk it all out. The guy said that if I chose to I should start seeing him as I'm quite a hysterical girl who's life has been in quite a sad spot. As much as I've talked about how it's time for me to finally go get help to get out

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-42450437065441061722012-01-05T01:19:00.001-05:002012-01-05T01:19:37.567-05:00

I'm actually getting help now. :)

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You're changing, and I see that. I hope the best for you in your recovery because you deserve to finally be through all of this... But I've gone through way too much for me to feel safe in your arms. I want to more than anything, but I know we really are just too different. I really am selfish, and so are you. Neither of us should have to change to make the other happy. There are very few people

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-27912903421911177172011-12-24T13:50:00.000-05:002011-12-24T13:50:50.785-05:00

I just want this feeling to stop already. I want to be in control again. I want to feel happy and free I want all of the tattoos I used to dream about getting. My  second lip piercing to be redone. All the crazy little ear piercings I wanted My right ear to be gauged huge like I always wanted. To wear my ugly green leopard print TUKs To eat fast food without so much fucking guilt tripping, and

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-56266857659393879172011-12-20T12:36:00.002-05:002011-12-20T12:36:49.678-05:00

I'm happy the Britney Spears is getting married and I'm happy that Snooki lost all that weight. They're human, and they're happy and accomplishing things, so how about we stop criticizing them and be happy that they're happy?

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I need to stop reading Post Secrets. It just makes me really depressed. Or, it makes me realize all of the things I pretend to not realize, or brings up the negativity I was trying to forget. There's so much negativity where I work. I don't think everyone realizes that the job hasn't actually changed in 5 years. I've been there the whole time, I know it hasn't. The only thing that has is them. I

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This started out as a comment on a complaints post... but it's been going through my head like crazy. By denying yourself 1st world pleasures you're insulting 3rd world countries. Think about it. Yeah, they can't go to a doctor when they get a fever. Yes, they've lost loved ones who were dying of worse disease than whatever you may have... but that's no reason to not go to a doctor when you need

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The days keep on moving while I sit here silently. I feel as though if I stopped trying I'd cease to exist, and a part of me really wants to give up. I'm afraid of the future, and my past, and the present, so instead of moving I'll just sit here and watch. Everything has been a blur. Boredom. Exhaustion. Self-loathing. All melted together and brushed over the days on my calendar. I don't know

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-69604508742839711792011-12-14T11:43:00.000-05:002011-12-14T11:43:08.548-05:00

I've only been crocheting for about 2 or 3 weeks now, and I already have a pet peeve or two. 1) calling it knitting. I'm a retard, and even I know there's a difference between the two. Not even just the needles and hooks. 2) pointing to something clearly knitted and saying "can you crochet me that" No. No I can't. I've explained a million times the difference between the appearance and

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quotes that make Ron Paul sound racist #9 is ironic. "9. “Immigrants can spread diseases for which we may have no immunity. There is also the question of crime and culture. Many immigrants come from countries with different legal structures and are not willing to behave in the way we expect American citizens to behave.”" Sounds an awful lot like a group of big belt buckled people's pilgrimage 

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For whatever reason, I was thinking today... About my birthday party that I had in high school my freshman year. I think I only invited 3 people. I baked cookies and had party food and candy and the tv all ready for movies. Everyone told me they wouldn't be there til later, and I was fine with that. I was incredibly bored though. I went inside to use the bathroom and to walk around (when I'm

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-57078504935636463732011-11-18T10:34:00.002-05:002011-11-18T10:34:46.865-05:00

Only thing more discouraging that trying to watch dance/tumbling tutorials on youtube while your school's internet is working against you and stopping the video every 10 seconds... Is that you can't try them because you don't have the personal time and have absolutely no space to do it.

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-77683654699989767542011-11-18T09:22:00.000-05:002011-11-18T09:22:48.886-05:00

After a month or two of want, I finally got myself a unicorn beanie boo. Fucking cute. :3 Saw Twilight last night. The new one. Basically the first hour is her and Edward getting married, going on a honey moon, having sex and then not having it. The the last hour was her being pregnant and basically dying because she couldn't bear the thought of getting rid of what was possibly a demon baby. It

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My last post was #555. Huh. I want to vlog again. And wear make-up. And have cute clothes. And feel like I exist in the rest of the world. I've considered dropping from the Americorps Program (the one sponsored by at IPFW at least). Besides not having time, I'm getting no help. I was told more than once that they were going to help me with my placement, especially since I got a late start.

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-45350247444218528442011-11-06T11:02:00.000-05:002011-11-06T11:02:44.910-05:00

I have shit loads of Algebra homework 2 assignments that take for ever to do, both with 20 problems both due at Midnight A quiz I'm not ready for that will actually effect my grade that's due at midnight I have to take ANOTHER Algebra class next semester, and then another math class on top of that, just to get a Women's Studies degree fuck word problems I have a paper due at midnight that I

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I wore my hair curly for a good 5 days (maybe only 4). It's too short to curl but it has that cute mess look. Oh, joyous healthy feeling hair. Do I continue to look mediocre to allow you to be healthy while you grow, or do I straighten the shit out of you to boost my self-esteem and maybe just lay off the dying. Besides my bangs my hair is almost all chin length. Trimming will probably happen

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-58743019601801221892011-10-26T09:00:00.000-04:002011-10-26T09:00:53.385-04:00

"Your attitude is evidence of everything this blog is about: you are racist not because you are prejudice against blacks, but because you don’t even realize that you are and are not willing to learn to recognize that you are and that everyone and everything else is as well, whether they realize it or not. You are like white people who are nice to blacks and think it is simply because you are a

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-13675422374393118032011-10-26T01:16:00.000-04:002011-10-26T01:16:29.713-04:00

lol at the fact that so many people talk about "white people" as if someone's skin color says anything about them (besides what color their skin is, obviously.) I don't throw all black or brown people into little "skin color" boxes, and recognize them for whatever nationality, culture or ethnicity they choose to identify as. Skin color is a description, not a title, nationality or race.

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-84679124590572152732011-10-14T14:32:00.000-04:002011-10-14T14:32:36.238-04:00

I think my main problem with pro-life people is how black and white they view all situations. For one, I'm pretty sure the government doesn't fund abortion anyway. They may give money to planned parenthood, but planned parenthood does a hell of a lot more than giving abortions. STD testing should be inexpensive and easily available for anyone who wants or needs it. Even with government help it's

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-81120105395610875162011-10-07T10:23:00.000-04:002011-10-07T10:23:21.826-04:00

It's weird. I don't think I realized how stressed out I've been over money. For the last few weeks I've had headaches daily. I figured it was just allergies or me not getting enough water and food. Sometimes I probably could have done with a little more water, and some days I did spend excessive amounts of time outside... Yesterday, I realized I had double what I expected in my Crayon bank. When

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-36603800581314851822011-10-04T23:30:00.000-04:002011-10-04T23:30:36.823-04:00

Just a random childhood thought. When I was in elemiddleschool (10 years at the same school tends to make the years bleed together. Late elementary, early middle) I was told by my teacher that whoever was president at the time supported killing babies. I think it was Clinton, actually. Since I'm only 21, and Bush was the president through high school and middle school... Actually that means it

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-37815086282897890402011-10-03T08:37:00.000-04:002011-10-03T08:37:02.532-04:00

On a more factual note, I really have been feeling depressed lately, and it really does highlight the fact that I have shitty friends. But I haven't really cared much for them for a while now, being shitty and all. I spend most of my day sleeping. Most of my waking time doing homework because I don't want to let my brain sit for too long on it's own because it just makes it all worse. I

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Sometimes I feel really depressed and lonely when I think about how none of my friends really care about me. And how basically every friend I've ever had has failed to make an effort to be there for me when it stops being easy. Then I remember that I fucking hate all those people. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-84529008269601087052011-10-01T09:56:00.000-04:002011-10-01T09:56:33.812-04:00

Don't build up walls and expect no one to see them. :\ It's a big fucking wall. No one is so blind that they won't see a big fucking wall. You don't treat someone badly, or imply that there's something wrong with someone just because they see through you. Guess what? I'm not "fake." I've never accused anyone of being fake for putting up a front, even if the very act means projecting a false idea

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-2257052928342264682011-09-30T10:37:00.000-04:002011-09-30T10:37:49.515-04:00

I downloaded Desktop Ponies, so Pinkie Pie is hopping all over my screen being adorable. :D I turned in my paper for Americorps through IPFW, and have some sort of orientation on Tuesday with a guy in my boyfriend's office (cuz, he works in the office that I turned my Americorps app into.) Also, I donated blood for the first time yesterday. I felt super dizzy and weak for a few hours afterwards

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-34801401017850100232011-09-26T15:53:00.000-04:002011-09-26T15:53:57.866-04:00

I'm probably taking a year away from school to join Americorp, by the way. I could go part time, but I want to dedicate 12 months of my life to something beyond myself, and I doubt the Peace Corp would want me quite yet. I fucking want to join the Peace Corp someday.

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-6100510850796566542011-09-26T14:45:00.000-04:002011-09-26T14:45:54.532-04:00

I tell everyone I want to join the military so I can pay for school. In reality, I just want to finally feel like my life serves a purpose. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-71604279780072142012011-09-23T23:16:00.000-04:002011-09-23T23:16:07.655-04:00

I accidentally took Ibuprofen today. Fuck Advil for not just calling itself what it is. I have stomach cramps like I'm about to start my period. I want to curl up in a ball and die. At least I took it for a migraine, and not cramps. So instead of double my pain I just shifted it to something else. It actually did pretty well for migraine relief, and the rest of the symptoms. But god the cramps!

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-88032498657619128022011-09-19T23:11:00.000-04:002011-09-19T23:11:52.631-04:00

I don't make a point of trolling christians. I really don't. But how hilarious is it for someone who is a minister to say that your opinion on religion is too biased to have a reasonable intelligent debate, all because I contradicted something he said. I DIED x3

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-91413565156872672062011-09-15T14:04:00.000-04:002011-09-15T14:04:08.311-04:00

I've been so busy keep up with homework. But I'm actually keeping up with it and that's what matters. As of now, I feel horribly unprepared if I don't have my homework done 2 days before it's due. Which is why I haven't been blogging much. I thought I had a portrait due today for my drawing class. I didn't, but I did the homework last night and felt terrible about waiting so long for it. I need

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-10837959751985691312011-09-09T15:59:00.001-04:002011-09-09T15:59:41.304-04:00

I'm really getting sick of the word emo. Not because it's a label, or because of "emo-kids." The word just doesn't taste the same in my mouth (or... the thought doesn't feel right in my head?) The word lacks the natural flow I like words to have. It wouldn't be a problem, since I'm in college, but some people on the internet are still talking about emos :C Emo is has been dumped into a nuclear

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Apparently, despite having a BMI of 25.7 (which is overweight) I have a hip to waist ratio of .67, which means I'm less likely to have death causing diseases than all you average sized/healthy BMI mofos. Bitches, yeah. Genetics ftw. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-70777786358313856512011-09-06T13:19:00.000-04:002011-09-06T13:19:00.072-04:00

No one likes being talked down to. Then again, no one likes it when someone tries to read more into what you said then is actually there. It's almost hurtful when someone who you have been with for a while assumes you're always using a "tone" with them. And otherwise annoying when others do as well. I'm not a snarky person, unless provoked. When I am, it's pretty clear. When I don't know

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-42644423068678814972011-08-26T13:16:00.000-04:002011-08-26T13:16:15.582-04:00

I know we all exaggerate. Sometimes its just to get a point across and everyone knows its an exaggeration, like saying, "it was like a million degrees in there." That's just a way to express that you thought it was really fucking hot, whereas stating an approximate temperature may not get the point across. I know people who complain about how 80 degrees Fahrenheit  is way too hot. The person 

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-66288401355221539472011-08-25T18:24:00.000-04:002011-08-25T18:24:38.996-04:00

I downloaded a tumblr app for my droid, but its an old phone, and an HTC at that, so it doesn't really work worth shit. The phone's functionality that is, the app runs as well as any other app that I have. I still haven't done much tumbling. Still only halfway through my algebra, but I have 5 days to finish it and I'll be on campus with all my materials tomorrow. Then I'll do my drawing homework

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-91973143181539889752011-08-24T14:23:00.000-04:002011-08-24T14:23:43.470-04:00

I'm about halfway through my first 50 problem math assignment, and have about 6 problems done on the other. So obvioulsy it was time for a little procrastination. I've decided to forget about Twitter and Google+ and do what probably actually is the future for social networking: Tumblr. MAH TUMBLR FOLLOW ME. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO USE IT FOR YET. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-73989537374543724032011-08-23T15:14:00.000-04:002011-08-23T15:14:45.587-04:00

I felt really proud when I was rereading my last entry because it was on topic, and there weren't any spelling mistakes that I caught... Until the very last sentence ._. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-8523919032822181102011-08-22T23:26:00.000-04:002011-08-22T23:26:59.911-04:00

I kinda hate it when people spew out phrases like "what goes around comes around" and "karma is a bitch" because it's usually followed by something negative directed at someone who pissed the speaker off. To me, it's a little ironic to tell someone that karma is going to do evil things to another while also saying that the speaker will enjoy to see it, due to the fact that wishing evil on others

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-87737665939202361532011-08-18T23:39:00.000-04:002011-08-18T23:39:25.172-04:00

I saw that hot topic sells Lomo cameras on their website. My need of film cameras is back. I want a Holga so bad. I put that filter on all of my photos anyway. And the Sprocket Rocket sounds really fun, even if it's difficult to find a place to develop it properly. And who doesn't want a 9 lens camera? I know I want one. I also found out that Polaroid has a mini print-maker. Same no-ink styled

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-65028303409866385112011-08-18T00:05:00.000-04:002011-08-18T00:05:06.554-04:00

Just had a very nice drink at the bar tonight. Crispin Cider I think. Had two, got tipsy, laughed a lot. Haven't had fun with my brother in a while, and my boyfriend was being sweet too. So it was a good night. Things have been hectic, but they're getting better. The jeans with the rainbow ass were ultra low rise and probably 2 sizes too small (in the fit, the size on the tag was right.) It was

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-48853438971932766592011-08-14T23:17:00.000-04:002011-08-14T23:17:10.838-04:00

Finished Obsidian Butterfly. Feel oddly compelled to get the next few books due to promise of Anita going home and facing her two loves... meaning JEAN-CLAUDE ACTION >:] But I'm reading Neverwhere. 28 pages in. It's so good. And the character is described in a way that I can picture him being a young Neil Gaiman. Actually reminds me of my first boyfriend in quite a few ways. Weird.  XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-10876644559049538752011-08-14T14:52:00.000-04:002011-08-14T14:52:47.510-04:00

I've been trying to finish Obsidian Butterfly. Started yesterday (from the point where I stopped, of course) and I've gotten through 100 pages. I remember when I was on book 1-6 and I read the entire 500 pages in one weekend. But I'm getting back into it. I think the only reason the last two were so dry for me was because they severely lack my favorite character. Even mention of him. Oh,

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-31103029331774198972011-08-13T00:58:00.000-04:002011-08-13T00:58:23.569-04:00

I can't think of anything more painfully frustrating than trying to find a fanfiction that you read a few years ago and finding NOTHING. Not even a story with a similar pairing. Trying to find anything that's not complete Slash after typing in "Harry Potter Fanfiction" is a bitch though, isn't it? It's a buffy crossover as well. Fuck, google isn't equipped for this. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-39645099861922459912011-08-12T21:28:00.001-04:002011-08-12T21:28:54.473-04:00

I've been obsessing over this for a few hours now... If I were a My Little Pony, what would my Cutie Mark be? :C I'm going to join the CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS until I find my special skill, darn it. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-44201986889992902312011-08-07T23:58:00.000-04:002011-08-07T23:58:12.555-04:00

I would say that I hat to be cynical, but it's my personality. I'm so glad I'm not morbidly obese and that I haven't gained more weight than I have. I'm actually looking pretty damn good. (I saw a few people I knew in high school posted recent pictures of themselves on facebook. Just.. Wow.) XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-34798487018893618462011-08-07T13:22:00.000-04:002011-08-07T13:22:26.562-04:00

my savings is now under $100. My dad took care of my car this month because he's amazing, you know? I've applied for a shit load of places. I'm applying for more. It'd be different if I had my school money so I had something to work on until I got a job, but I won't get that for another week or so. I think I get a small check from 5 guys though, because I worked like 6 hours after my last pay

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-89437825203393374642011-08-04T10:27:00.000-04:002011-08-04T10:27:42.079-04:00

I need a new banner for my blog but I haven't taken a good picture for that in a long time. I want to make a banner for my dread falls site but I haven't made any yet and I'm not good at drawing. (ha, I could probably commission someone on Gaia to draw something really pretty for me for like 100K, which translates into maybe $10 irl, and that's if you invest is badly in the cash shop. I may end

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-68526099702580461822011-08-02T12:34:00.000-04:002011-08-02T12:34:01.666-04:00

Today I found out that the reason I'm not getting more in loans is because I'm still a freshman. I'm still a freshman because I can't afford to go full time. See my frustration? I have 13 credit hours currently. I'm signed up for 9 this fall, and I need 30 to be considered a sophomore (which will only get me an extra $1000 in loans, but it's better than nothing I guess.) I have to retake my

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-24743555573482783222011-08-01T19:07:00.000-04:002011-08-01T19:07:43.493-04:00

So, I've officially become so stressed out the issues with my arm hurting are back. I've rearranged my schedule so that I'm taking math (I just need to renew My Math Labs) the composition class that I already have a book for and a 6 hour long drawing class on saturday that will make me hate art and will eventually cost me as much as a book, just not upfront. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-68679302389916996962011-08-01T14:10:00.000-04:002011-08-01T14:10:03.771-04:00

I was excited about classes this fall. SO excited. I was starting German, I got into my Gender and Violence in Pop Culture class (which is offered every year, and only has like one class. I made it in though.) I was going to brush up on my composition skills to improve my writing for my WOST classes and I was going to  PASS my algebra class with at least a B this time. And then I only get about

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-32274855122748848322011-07-26T14:20:00.000-04:002011-07-26T14:20:13.060-04:00

I have a big question I've been needing to ask for a while now. How the fuck do you actually use CS4's Photoshop? No, really. Nothing is labeled. Nothing is simple. I wanted to turn something black and white and it took me probably 10 minutes to find where THAT option was. ._. Flash was so easy to use, why would photoshop be SO difficult? I want to make vector images that are just traced over a

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-14618190260773552502011-07-25T13:31:00.002-04:002011-07-25T13:48:27.951-04:00

I got a new job. I left my old one. I don't like my new job so I quit about 2 weeks later. I'm unemployed. My brother said he'd get me back in at Wendy's. Kent may not like it, but fuck if I'm quitting again any time soon. I worked full time for two years and minimum wage (and 3 years part time, same pay, before that.) and all I want are some part time hours to get me by with money. I applied for

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-5835435503066888752011-07-10T23:01:00.003-04:002011-07-10T23:07:41.075-04:00

lately deviantart has been bothering me. I'm mostly there for the forums anymore, because I have nothing to submit. I finally have something to submit (a flash based dress up game I made) and it won't upload, so I send my ticket to the help desk and go to complaints... It's the forum I'm normally on, and I was frustrated so I complained about it. :\ apparently it wasn't filled with enough whining

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-79727401236166952022011-07-05T14:24:00.003-04:002011-07-05T14:39:54.051-04:00

That the girl was found not guilty in the Casey Anthony trial.Because when you pick apart shit like that, you can make anything to mean anything. There are weird people out there. You don't know how you'd act in that situation unless you've been in it, and that doesn't mean you'd know how someone else would act. A kid dying doesn't mean that you have to blame the only person currently available

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-5685770490426708922011-06-30T12:33:00.003-04:002011-06-30T12:50:33.569-04:00

ebay is literally both the reason I'm able to keep going (aka, BUY THINGS) and the bane of my existence. I pair of knee high classic-colored converse for $15 less than store price BRAND NEW?! Honestly, I'd wear them under my pants 99.9% of the time. But I want them anyway. And they're sexy. And I'm a big high schooler at heart.Speaking of me never growing up... Hot Topic was having a sale that

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-23726935517335486732011-06-25T20:39:00.000-04:002011-06-25T20:40:26.013-04:00

I accidentally paid for pokemon blue 3 times. The guy was great about refunding two of my payments. I love when mistakes get taken care without issues.XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-37084143299001647652011-06-24T03:00:00.004-04:002011-06-24T03:02:49.745-04:00

It doesn't happen often, but I genuinely feel bad about my second to last post. Because, I really love my boyfriend, and we're both individually going through rough times financially, and putting two grumpy people together who are in different age groups from different backgrounds and all this shit happens. And we keep on trying to work it out. Hopefully we find our middle ground.Love is a shitty

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-52928527448457749192011-06-24T02:51:00.002-04:002011-06-24T02:59:51.831-04:00

I almost feel like I should be mad at myself. Money is fucking tight right now, and I'm on ebay. I BOUGHT THINGS. But damn, I need to treat myself sometimes :( And we're pretty sure michael got the job. As long as the budget allows him to work there (and they wouldn't be interviewing if they didn't think they could bring him on.) he has it. So our money troubles won't be killing us soon. I got

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-83627266661818398572011-06-21T16:56:00.003-04:002011-06-21T17:07:19.772-04:00

"You know why people get addicted to coke? The first time you do it is fucking amazing. Blows your fucking mind, and then you come down and feel like shit so you want more. The second time is okay. Not as good, just okay. Maybe it'll be better if you have more... and more... but the high just gets shorter and the crash gets worse and what you never realize is that it will NEVER be as good as your

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-24924573383713285942011-06-21T10:05:00.007-04:002011-06-21T10:37:10.632-04:00

I feel sick with stress. Or it's cramps. I haven't been keeping track of that. At least I'm payed today in case I have to go buy tampons, cuz I sure as hell don't have any right now. Every time I try to move my life forward, something holds me back. mostly it's money. Sometimes it's people. Sometimes it's people I rely on because THEY don't have the money or feel too good to do something we

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-88119816846460495042011-06-20T01:09:00.002-04:002011-06-20T01:11:14.100-04:00

feeling like i have knots in my stomach. I just feel... like I need to be alone. move far away. be a broke ass unhappy artist in a shitty studio apartment in a shady neighborhood. Like, packing up and leaving with no plan. That's the life I've always wanted to live...:( I guess I'll just wait for this to pass. XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-91055923275689375482011-06-14T11:54:00.002-04:002011-06-14T12:03:28.201-04:00

IF I can make $10/hr I can live happily on my own in the most expensive highest level studio apartment with $210 left over every month (at which point I'll just take the 499/month apartment on a lower floor) but that's really not a realistic way to live.. But that's including my car payment. And not including loan money for school. Okay, I'm just trying really hard to make this all work out even

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-89269471872560687582011-06-11T11:43:00.002-04:002011-06-11T11:52:20.812-04:00

Just got an e-mail from pepsi saying the position got filled. Didn't even get an interview. It's the first job I've actually applied for since Wendy's. Kinda sucks. :(Been all around depressed lately. Thinking about dying my hair black, but a girl I really don't like from work just did (except it looks terrible on her, and I already know I look good with it... but whatevs)I'm physically exhausted

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-84902904666263668712011-06-07T23:54:00.002-04:002011-06-08T00:06:24.397-04:00

I just used an excel spread sheet for the first time since middle school when we learned how to do it. It's still just that easy. I figured it out in 5 seconds. I also now know that after taxes (which is aprox 1-2 dollars less per hour than what you make) I need about $10 per hour (11-12 BEFORE taxes) if i want to be able to live my lavish 1 bedroom 3 rivers vanderbilt-floor plan huge windowed

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-21994080433392716792011-06-05T00:39:00.003-04:002011-06-05T00:45:27.379-04:00

I'm kinda in the mood to just sit and think about my problems and cry. Cry a LOT and let it motivate me to move on. I keep trying. I keep not going anywhere. I keep on having to deal with the same BS.XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-55741554282608931532011-06-02T11:53:00.003-04:002011-06-02T12:03:02.678-04:00

Post #500 WOW. I just requested an interview with a local Pepsi Factory. I won't say I've been reduced to factory work, but I will say that it sucks that the only way to make money or get a job right now is to work at a damn factory. I've made minimum wage while showing a ridiculous amount of dedication to Wendy's for the last 5 years. Literally, it's 5 years this month. I've gotten NOTHING from

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-49491945387449686182011-05-26T10:49:00.000-04:002011-05-26T10:50:33.412-04:00

I feel like I've been running in circles for a while now.I'm looking for a job that pays at least $8 an hour, because it's impossible for one person to live on minimum wage, let alone two people (which shouldn't be happening, but what the hell ever.)I'm tired of being yelled at about where all my money is going when it's all going to gas and food for two fucking people. I can barely support

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-10994360912742964342011-05-22T18:35:00.001-04:002011-05-22T18:35:46.148-04:00

bad day turning into a bad night at work.

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-31516132627465965822011-05-17T10:09:00.003-04:002011-05-17T10:25:04.151-04:00

My nose bled this morning and my eyes are watery. Welcome to spring.The real reason I'm blogging? It's maintenance day on WoW and I'm at IPFW with nothing to do until 2, when I'll be long gone. Cafe World only demands so much of my time. Its is sad or strange that I feel 100x's happier and closer to the people I've only been working with for a few months than I did with ANYONE at my last job

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-25516750185130098412011-05-11T12:08:00.002-04:002011-05-11T12:10:48.888-04:00

I think I need to see a doctor or a psychiatrist. I really just can't pull myself up anymore. I haven't been able to for a while now. Maybe its time to admit that I need help?XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-35069427935887063602011-05-06T14:01:00.001-04:002011-05-06T14:01:53.387-04:00

I think it’s been pretty clear as of late that my self-esteem has been a roller coaster. That’s normal though. Lately, it seems to be sending a lot more time downhill than up. (actually, I guess I’d say spending more time uphill, because going up the hill is boring and scary and you feel a little queasy looking down, but once you hit the top and start the drop it feels amazing and excited and you

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-44446607266461201632011-05-05T14:18:00.003-04:002011-05-05T14:22:42.715-04:00

I have two options. Sit at a girls house that I really don't care for for 3 hours while my boyfriend works out how we're doing the lunch lectures next year (and she has absolutely no ability to stay on fucking topic and thinks her personal life is an AMAZING conversation piece), or waste gas taking me home where I'm not supposed to be without him (and his mom IS home) and have him leave me there

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-17086327328716914132011-05-05T10:04:00.001-04:002011-05-05T10:04:14.710-04:00

The café world nerd in me is so excited right now, on account of them finally allowing you to view all of the “quests” you’re on, so if it disappears from the side bar, you can now scroll to see it instead of having to complete all of the quests you have lined up. I’m also excited that every time I type café it puts the little thing over the E. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-9195695966332766602011-05-04T13:57:00.001-04:002011-05-04T13:57:42.023-04:00

I keep forgetting I have Live Writer. Probably one of the only useful things my laptop came with. I did end up getting Microsoft Office from the store on campus (can’t beat $20) I’ve been drinking a diet drink. Not a dieting drink, a drink that is the diet version of the original. This is insane, because every diet thing I’ve ever had in my life has either given me a migraine from artificial

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-77294653903232934512011-05-02T14:27:00.002-04:002011-05-02T14:29:13.304-04:00

The government conspiracy theorist inside of me has a lot to say, but I'll force her to shut up. :)XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-4141811425851415482011-04-21T14:13:00.002-04:002011-04-21T14:21:28.211-04:00

I love/hate going back to poems I wrote a long time ago and reading them and realizing that some were really good… and that others were horrible. So I wrote this in the margin of my notes for Algebra (it’s okay! it was an easy class today) I vomit my disgust on the world, a tattoo with no ink bared on the cyber skin which we created in our own images. We are the gods and the demons of our

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-38644185706591388702011-04-21T10:56:00.002-04:002011-04-21T11:04:46.213-04:00

Correct me if I'm wrong in this, but I'm not...But if I only date someone for about 4 months... and they barely have time to get to know my friends... Is it or is it not completely shitty of my friend to suddenly become their friend after I break up with said boyfriend? Especially if I myself am not in any way shape or form on speaking terms with that guy? That's shitty, right? It's not just me

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-23949469316207179302011-04-21T09:21:00.001-04:002011-04-21T09:22:40.246-04:00

I'm crumbling under end of semester stress. I have 3 papers that need written and turned in and I'm about to fail algebra. Fuck.XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-8157612868235193332011-04-16T16:39:00.001-04:002011-04-16T16:39:55.885-04:00

never realized before how absolutely unimportant I really am. I think I’m doing my research paper over whether or not celebrities help or hurt the gay community and their struggle for equality. XoXo, S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-6643299678073413172011-04-15T16:25:00.001-04:002011-04-15T16:25:12.991-04:00

http://perezhilton.com/2011-04-15-lady-gaga-judas-song-premiere-debut-early-leak/?feat=yes   Fucking go there already. NEW LADY GAGA SONG HOLY SHIT. It’s 100x’s better than Born This Way… And born this way has really grown on me… but I’ve been listening to this on repeat for a while now.   XOXO!!!!! S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-80691858260120639292011-04-12T14:44:00.001-04:002011-04-12T14:44:12.623-04:00

If I could fill a book with the stupid things I hear people on campus saying I’d be rich. XoXo, S

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I’m struggling along through my classes still. I got signed up for the Fall, and started on the summer (because I decided it was for the best to make up for not going full time last fall or this spring. I also found out that for my B.A. in Women’s Studies I don’t have to take M153, which is algebra and pre calc. I can take math for the Liberal Arts Major or Statistics. Neither sound fun, but

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-74685786866042967892011-04-01T10:42:00.003-04:002011-04-01T10:46:31.452-04:00

So far today, I've listened to APGDU, Ukulelehead and WKAP. Watched the new AFP music videos, the gaga parody with the Boston Pops, the Labyrinth parody, and faved some Amanda Palmer related stuff on deviantArt. I'm also wear my "We are the Media" shirt today. this combined with my recent artistic revelation... I feel good. :)My stomach and knees stopped hurting. XoXo,S

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-12670840083091926082011-04-01T09:23:00.003-04:002011-04-01T09:31:21.404-04:00

My knees are killing me and my stomach is hurting, both in a way that only happens right before my period. And yet, I just finished that. I just want to feel healthy. I'd trade actually being healthy for feeling healthy. The only reason I can think of for my stomach feeling like this without it being pms related is if I ate or drank something this morning to upset it, but I haven't ate yet. My

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-15829677308066398702011-03-30T10:28:00.002-04:002011-03-30T10:34:08.201-04:00

1) my paycheck ended up in the wrong store again. I wanted to go shopping today because we got a bitchen coupon that will make $50 worth of stuff only $30. But of course, he didn't put my transfer papers through yet because he's lazy.2) my old boss doesn't get grammar. Or even text lingo. I just got a message "Idk if it is there and there probably be noone to take" 3) my ex boyfriend is really

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-37360171075915843862011-03-28T08:40:00.001-04:002011-03-28T08:40:29.971-04:00

I’ve noticed that the more I fall behind in my Algebra class the more I draw and the BETTER my drawings get. I think that in order to feel and actually be artistic, I need to be in an academic setting and doing poorly. Overburdened by school work with all of the procrastination options in the world at my finger tips. I need to sell my Chucks that don’t fit so I can hop on ebay and get some that

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-81293103237413018832011-03-24T09:54:00.003-04:002011-03-24T10:02:03.217-04:00

It is, of course, that time of the month where I do a happy dance because I'm not pregnant regardless of whether or not I actually had sex. I think I'm going to talk to the nurse lady at Planned Parenthood about getting onto birth control. I haven't until now because I didn't want artificial hormones messing with my natural period, and because in the last year my cramps have died down a LOT (I

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771159403303415731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471661892876838290.post-85193058750521935032011-03-23T11:17:00.002-04:002011-03-23T11:19:44.415-04:00

These are my DeviantArt Muro drawings :) I'm so proud of myself.I even uploaded them on my blogger page instead of live writer because I'm BORED.

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