<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:24:29.035Z</updated><title type='text'>CAROLYN GUÉRARD CALE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1983</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2561191404243543845</id><published>2012-01-27T17:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:24:29.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Rambler</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, my head hurts, I think because I've&lt;br /&gt;Had too many cups of tea. My limbs are&lt;br /&gt;Restless, I think because I haven't properly exercised in a couple years&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is unsure of itself, I think because&lt;br /&gt;I introduced it to a strange assortment of food today&lt;br /&gt;Including lots of clotted cream&lt;br /&gt;But this, after all, is England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in three days and I have a feeling&lt;br /&gt;It will be just like any other day, which will make it&lt;br /&gt;Worse than any other birthday&lt;br /&gt;If I get myself together and stop being&lt;br /&gt;Such a little brat, it might be alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2561191404243543845?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2561191404243543845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/midnight-rambler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2561191404243543845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2561191404243543845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/midnight-rambler.html' title='Midnight Rambler'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6776645697947583693</id><published>2012-01-27T12:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:30:09.498Z</updated><title type='text'>For Some Reason I Can't Explain</title><content type='html'>I'm staying in the Chinese room&lt;br /&gt;Whose furniture is made of dark, intricately carved wood&lt;br /&gt;There is an old transistor radio that still works quite well&lt;br /&gt;And there is a ladybug perched on my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a chapter in The Story Of Art after I had my&lt;br /&gt;Devonshire tea. Now I'm&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the radio, thinking about starting a new painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy twenty-seventh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6776645697947583693?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6776645697947583693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-some-reason-i-cant-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6776645697947583693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6776645697947583693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-some-reason-i-cant-explain.html' title='For Some Reason I Can&apos;t Explain'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5830931551527938531</id><published>2012-01-26T21:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:40:11.375Z</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Were Two White Opals</title><content type='html'>You would really like Patti Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I don't really know you at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5830931551527938531?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5830931551527938531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/eyes-were-two-white-opals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5830931551527938531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5830931551527938531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/eyes-were-two-white-opals.html' title='Eyes Were Two White Opals'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1650808878158831944</id><published>2012-01-26T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:02:41.859Z</updated><title type='text'>You Talk Like Marlene Dietrich, And You Dance Like Zizi Jeanmaire, Your Clothes Are All Made By Balmain, And There Are Diamonds And Pearls In Your Hair, Yes There Are</title><content type='html'>Heather is the housekeeper and she has equipped me with an&lt;br /&gt;Electric blanket that I've turned on as high as it will go&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm being extraordinarily lazy and tomorrow I will&lt;br /&gt;Get up and do something or other, I guess&lt;br /&gt;I love Deans Court, more than anywhere else in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1650808878158831944?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1650808878158831944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-talk-like-marlene-dietrich-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1650808878158831944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1650808878158831944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-talk-like-marlene-dietrich-and-you.html' title='You Talk Like Marlene Dietrich, And You Dance Like Zizi Jeanmaire, Your Clothes Are All Made By Balmain, And There Are Diamonds And Pearls In Your Hair, Yes There Are'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8603443344391044843</id><published>2012-01-26T16:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:50:40.667Z</updated><title type='text'>We're Not Bad People, We Just Came From A Bad Place</title><content type='html'>It's January here at Deans Court and&lt;br /&gt;I've had a strange past twenty-seven hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6231219895487773371</id><published>2012-01-25T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:42:13.170Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry Number Two</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have told you to call me; you're not going to&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have said your name on this blog; you asked me not to&lt;br /&gt;So please accept my apologies, however indirectly, and go on with whatever you're doing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6231219895487773371?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1409110943726208310</id><published>2012-01-24T20:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:30:42.994Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>James Jackson please call me&lt;br /&gt;07972271086&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1409110943726208310?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1409110943726208310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Where are you&lt;br /&gt;Where are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have an anxiety attack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4107177381347708393?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4107177381347708393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-paint-anymore-just-gulp-down-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4107177381347708393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4107177381347708393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-paint-anymore-just-gulp-down-ice.html' title='I Can&apos;t Paint Anymore; Just Gulp Down Ice Cream'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8061000649797459300</id><published>2012-01-24T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:48:31.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>Last night William took us to dinner in Chinatown (it was Chinese New Year)&lt;br /&gt;And to the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibition at the National Gallery&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoyed myself and am glad to be able to say I've seen ninety-three Leonardo pieces&lt;br /&gt;Including both versions of The Virgin Of The Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulcie spent the night with me in Fulham and we went back to the&lt;br /&gt;National Gallery this morning. She has lectures all day so I went in the museum and&lt;br /&gt;Got overwhelmed. I did manage to get one sketch in and to see Van Gogh's Sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a few postcards and a book William and Dulcie were talking about&lt;br /&gt;Which is apparently brilliant and very famous&lt;br /&gt;Called The Story Of Art. I plan to start reading after I click the publish button on this post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8061000649797459300?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8061000649797459300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8061000649797459300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8061000649797459300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6298544068340165442</id><published>2012-01-23T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:15:18.971Z</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo Bill</title><content type='html'>I made it my goal a while ago to own the&lt;br /&gt;Hard-back British first editions of all the Harry Potter books&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to find them at second-hand bookshops because&lt;br /&gt;The new editions have ugly covers. Yesterday I found&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Order Of The Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm painting a self-portrait. It'll be the fourth painting I've done in&lt;br /&gt;Under three days and I'm not promising anything, in fact I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;They're not very good at all, but I've made a Flickr account and I've&lt;br /&gt;Taken pictures of them and put them up there. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carolyncale/"&gt;Here's the link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6298544068340165442?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6298544068340165442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/buffalo-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6298544068340165442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6298544068340165442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/buffalo-bill.html' title='Buffalo Bill'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5653157136621803153</id><published>2012-01-21T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:38:35.570Z</updated><title type='text'>I Saw The Lie</title><content type='html'>Today I went on a little walking tour of London, Beatles style&lt;br /&gt;I started by taking the Jubilee line to St John's Wood and trekking across the&lt;br /&gt;Famous Abbey Road zebra crossing. I then took a picture of&lt;br /&gt;Abbey Road Studios. I walked to Paul McCartney's house on Cavendish Road&lt;br /&gt;Then to the Beatles store on Baker Street. I saw old places once lived in by&lt;br /&gt;John and by Paul, the site of EMI, the place where Paul married Linda, et cetera&lt;br /&gt;I quit the tour a bit early to go to the art store (Cass Art is having a&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent tenth anniversary sale) and now I've done&lt;br /&gt;Two shitting paintings in the attic room of Tabby's flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, I bought something at the Beatles store and that was a&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Submarine colouring book. Very exciting indeed&lt;br /&gt;I just can't decide whether I should leave it blank or colour in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5653157136621803153?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5653157136621803153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-lie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5653157136621803153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5653157136621803153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-lie.html' title='I Saw The Lie'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7765001949377164218</id><published>2012-01-20T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:34:09.311Z</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Do, What Am I Doing</title><content type='html'>The first thing I did today was buy some&lt;br /&gt;Golden spikes from Klein's to apply to the pair of red Converses&lt;br /&gt;I got for Christmas. The second thing I did was take the tube to&lt;br /&gt;St Pauls and walk over the Millennium Bridge to the&lt;br /&gt;Tate Modern. I spent a good few hours there, in the free section&lt;br /&gt;With Picasso and Dalí and all the old gang&lt;br /&gt;But first I had a tasty pumpkin seed, beetroot, and goats cheese salad in the café&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking things slowly and I'm taking them day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think I will do a Beatles-themed walk across the city&lt;br /&gt;But I will decide in the morning. For now I will sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7765001949377164218?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7765001949377164218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-i-do-what-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7765001949377164218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7765001949377164218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-i-do-what-am-i-doing.html' title='What Do I Do, What Am I Doing'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-813878030791074743</id><published>2012-01-19T19:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:05:16.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Here's To Me</title><content type='html'>So I made it to London and I found Tabby's flat&lt;br /&gt;It's three stories high and I'm on the top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-813878030791074743?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4358618059343118453</id><published>2012-01-19T08:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:57:58.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Studs</title><content type='html'>Everything I'll need for the next two weeks&lt;br /&gt;Fits nicely inside a medium-sized backpack&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you could say I'm backpacking&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4358618059343118453?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4358618059343118453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/studs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4358618059343118453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4358618059343118453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/studs.html' title='Studs'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-9011598877048744857</id><published>2012-01-18T18:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:31:28.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Eransa</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;All done with exams and it's&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-9011598877048744857?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/9011598877048744857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/eransa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Rough</title><content type='html'>Here I am, back in the physics and astronomy library&lt;br /&gt;Trying, trying, trying to do my art history revision&lt;br /&gt;The exam is today&lt;br /&gt;But everything else is great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6333631177146877198?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6333631177146877198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-treat-me-like-stranger-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6333631177146877198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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French&lt;br /&gt;I have probably spent twenty-seven actual productive minutes&lt;br /&gt;Revising for my art history exam tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be able to focus. I just want some focalin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toured a prospective flat today for next year&lt;br /&gt;It is small but my room would have a double bed and a&lt;br /&gt;Walk-in closet and it would look out over Market Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just listening to Gotye&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you had waved back earlier&lt;br /&gt;It's not too much to ask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5391791678772973398?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5391791678772973398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-im-screwed-she-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5391791678772973398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5391791678772973398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-im-screwed-she-says.html' title='Well I&apos;m Screwed, She Says'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5984486497834148937</id><published>2012-01-17T14:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:16:32.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Hateful</title><content type='html'>People can be&lt;br /&gt;So damn insensitive sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You know? Because I sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I talked to my parents and the deal is&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay within the United Kingdom for inter semester so&lt;br /&gt;London, Deans Court, possibly Bristol? Bath, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen Stonehenge. I could do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't spoken to Sean Pennington since I got back&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I didn't see him at all for the last few days before I left&lt;br /&gt;In fact in fact, he barely reads this blog anymore&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're growing apart. Hahahahah, get it&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because we never grew together in the first place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5984486497834148937?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5984486497834148937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/hateful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5984486497834148937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5984486497834148937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/hateful.html' title='Hateful'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2114018894857974432</id><published>2012-01-16T20:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:59:52.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Rest Number Two</title><content type='html'>But really, crazy people&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely ludicrous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2114018894857974432?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2114018894857974432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest-number-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2114018894857974432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2114018894857974432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest-number-two.html' title='Rest Number Two'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6302704024117029372</id><published>2012-01-16T19:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:26:43.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Is It Still Raining? I Haven't Noticed</title><content type='html'>Jaime is the sweetest girl ever, ever&lt;br /&gt;And St Andrews isn't so bad at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only just now realised&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally finished watching&lt;br /&gt;Four Weddings &amp;amp; A Funeral&lt;br /&gt;I also did a big drawing of George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;So productive, oh yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6302704024117029372?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6302704024117029372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-still-raining-i-havent-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6302704024117029372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6302704024117029372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-still-raining-i-havent-noticed.html' title='Is It Still Raining? I Haven&apos;t Noticed'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6566241757883002124</id><published>2012-01-16T18:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:13:48.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>Constantly, I am dealing with crazy people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6566241757883002124?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6566241757883002124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6566241757883002124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6566241757883002124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4718442209984398428</id><published>2012-01-16T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:02:37.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Frugal You</title><content type='html'>I've just been&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Bon Iver's newest album on repeat&lt;br /&gt;No revising. None of that at all&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been hoping you'd answer the goddamn phone, but whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the plan at the moment for inter semester break&lt;br /&gt;Hostel in London for a week&lt;br /&gt;Deans Court for a week&lt;br /&gt;Moderately boring, but still enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;Here's the highlight of the trip : William Hanham has tickets to see&lt;br /&gt;The Da Vinci exhibition at the National Gallery&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you know this, maybe you don't, but that's a&lt;br /&gt;Big fuckin' deal. Mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are the headlines rolling through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and I have both been on the phone with the&lt;br /&gt;Rosetta Stone people trying to get my French programme to work&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be great if it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is where I mentioned that person I can't mention and then erased it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit I hate censoring this blog. Fuck you, you fucking know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it. Nothing else in my brain today, I'm afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4718442209984398428?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4718442209984398428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/frugal-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4718442209984398428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4718442209984398428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/frugal-you.html' title='Frugal You'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4536150910097988835</id><published>2012-01-15T22:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:13:59.364Z</updated><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Man I've Ever Laid Eyes On</title><content type='html'>I love you in the same way that&lt;br /&gt;Pattie Boyd will always love George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;That way, we can love other people at the same time and be&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever. Is that fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Or what? Sometimes I cover your eyes so you can't see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4536150910097988835?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4536150910097988835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/most-beautiful-man-ive-ever-laid-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4536150910097988835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4536150910097988835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/most-beautiful-man-ive-ever-laid-eyes.html' title='The Most Beautiful Man I&apos;ve Ever Laid Eyes On'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-558554796067418186</id><published>2012-01-15T21:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:46:51.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Lip Licker</title><content type='html'>Ooohh boy, oh boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Skins is on tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-558554796067418186?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/558554796067418186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/lip-licker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/558554796067418186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/558554796067418186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/lip-licker.html' title='Lip Licker'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7323346715911778765</id><published>2012-01-15T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:36:06.939Z</updated><title type='text'>If He Doesn't Want You, Nothing Can Make Him Stay</title><content type='html'>I've spent the past thirty minutes or so chatting with a&lt;br /&gt;Nice girl named Becky in the kitchen while I&lt;br /&gt;Sipped some tea and she put together the ingredients for a cake&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of company is the nicest thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little fact about British people&lt;br /&gt;They say 'soya' instead of 'soy milk'&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this because I've been a&lt;br /&gt;Vegan for the past two days and I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soya&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at Tesco as well as&lt;br /&gt;Pita and vegan hummus, vegan soup&lt;br /&gt;And vegan chocolate-covered cranberries&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I shared my cranberries yesterday and they were&lt;br /&gt;So popular that I went back to the store today and&lt;br /&gt;Bought out the entire supply of those little fuckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7323346715911778765?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7323346715911778765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-he-doesnt-want-you-nothing-can-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7323346715911778765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7323346715911778765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-he-doesnt-want-you-nothing-can-make.html' title='If He Doesn&apos;t Want You, Nothing Can Make Him Stay'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8288613080384402402</id><published>2012-01-15T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:54:41.558Z</updated><title type='text'>I Love You (Is It So Difficult)</title><content type='html'>Mornings are sometimes rough because&lt;br /&gt;With the time difference&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the option of calling my mother or Hayley or anyone in the States really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just get up for breakfast then I come back to my room&lt;br /&gt;And sleep until lunch&lt;br /&gt;Today will be different though because I'm going to revise!&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me where to start)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8288613080384402402?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8288613080384402402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-you-is-it-so-difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8288613080384402402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8288613080384402402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-you-is-it-so-difficult.html' title='I Love You (Is It So Difficult)'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8127577472207596513</id><published>2012-01-15T08:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:55:15.481Z</updated><title type='text'>I Could Feel Your Disease As It Meshed With Mine</title><content type='html'>It's not nearly as cold as I thought it would be and I've taken&lt;br /&gt;Two days off to completely&lt;br /&gt;Not worry about exams so today I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Try very very hard&lt;br /&gt;To worry a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad about spilling my guts to people I don't&lt;br /&gt;Know that well&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this one won't turn out as badly as&lt;br /&gt;The last one did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8127577472207596513?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8127577472207596513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-could-feel-your-disease-as-it-meshed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8127577472207596513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8127577472207596513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-could-feel-your-disease-as-it-meshed.html' title='I Could Feel Your Disease As It Meshed With Mine'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1670217644239577044</id><published>2012-01-14T22:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:26:27.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Take It Slow</title><content type='html'>I think I may have struck gold in the friend department&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1670217644239577044?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1670217644239577044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-it-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1670217644239577044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1670217644239577044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-it-slow.html' title='Take It Slow'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-3929771499500661940</id><published>2012-01-14T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:23:46.062Z</updated><title type='text'>What More Is Tomorrow Than Another Day</title><content type='html'>It's past two o'clock and I'm&lt;br /&gt;Just having my first cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I think I might have found a flat for next year&lt;br /&gt;I guess that means I'm staying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-3929771499500661940?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/3929771499500661940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-more-is-tomorrow-than-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3929771499500661940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3929771499500661940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-more-is-tomorrow-than-another-day.html' title='What More Is Tomorrow Than Another Day'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6175241772830936055</id><published>2012-01-14T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:01:00.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Didn't I Say I Need You</title><content type='html'>Today is the kind of day that makes me think&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this for another semester, much less three more years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hayley hugged me goodbye, she said&lt;br /&gt;See you in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanted me to get on that goddamn plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6175241772830936055?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2903076173796322509</id><published>2012-01-13T19:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:31:31.559Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Angry, Just Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Dinner made me sad and French Rosetta Stone won't install&lt;br /&gt;But today wasn't totally terrible&lt;br /&gt;Thirty more minutes until it's socially acceptable&lt;br /&gt;For me to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Three more days until the first episode of the new season of Skins&lt;br /&gt;Makes its debut on the Internet&lt;br /&gt;Six more days until I'm finished with exams&lt;br /&gt;And seven more days until I can get a little time away from Uni Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of things to do in London is expanding, and you're welcome to add to it&lt;br /&gt;So if you've got any super suggestions, leave a comment on this post and I'll get it done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2903076173796322509?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2903076173796322509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-angry-just-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2903076173796322509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2903076173796322509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-angry-just-disappointed.html' title='I&apos;m Not Angry, Just Disappointed'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1729472943708453721</id><published>2012-01-13T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:25:38.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Rock'N'Roll Is Here To Stay</title><content type='html'>I've developed quite a list of things to do while I'm in&lt;br /&gt;London for my inter semester break&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on ending said break with&lt;br /&gt;The Black Keys in Edinburgh but&lt;br /&gt;Regular tickets are sold out and I just don't feel the need&lt;br /&gt;To pay seventy-five pounds for re-sold tickets&lt;div 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Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1751219136638500487</id><published>2012-01-12T19:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:03:25.416Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Any Any Any Anything At All / You Don't Mean That Say You're Sorry</title><content type='html'>Well I think the interview went okay and&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;if it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've made dinner last an hour and a half&lt;br /&gt;I'm so good at stalling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, me? Oh, just listening to Saint Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pass the time and make it until&lt;br /&gt;Eight o'clock, at which time I will allow myself&lt;br /&gt;To go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty weeks. Except this week is almost over and&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be nineteen weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1751219136638500487?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1751219136638500487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-any-any-any-anything-at-all-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1751219136638500487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1751219136638500487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-any-any-any-anything-at-all-you.html' title='I&apos;m Not Any Any Any Anything At All / You Don&apos;t Mean That Say You&apos;re Sorry'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1730357696630674134</id><published>2012-01-12T16:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:25:41.974Z</updated><title type='text'>Dare I Ask</title><content type='html'>I probably failed my German exam which means I&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Probably failed the class and will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably be deported&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you realise what a hassle it would be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was deported. A big hassle, I tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the past hour wondering what my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan B is and the only real conclusion I came to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that I cannot, absolutely cannot, live in Charleston ever again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks is my limit for being in that place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody, somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just prescribe me some goddamn Focalin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't so obvious that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my problems would be solved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1730357696630674134?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1730357696630674134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/dare-i-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1730357696630674134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1730357696630674134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/dare-i-ask.html' title='Dare I Ask'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-209353956691740287</id><published>2012-01-12T11:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:24:41.789Z</updated><title type='text'>A Good Workout Will Help You Clear Your Mind</title><content type='html'>How many stupid suggestions do you think I've heard&lt;br /&gt;About potential cures for my depression and concentration difficulties&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on for over six years so, yes, I have tried&lt;br /&gt;All of the above, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the fact that I have an exam (in German, ahhh!!) today&lt;br /&gt;It's actually an okay day, because I also have a job interview&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you think I have the ability to be a waitress&lt;br /&gt;And cross your fingers that working at The Adamson will improve my&lt;br /&gt;Time here at St Andrews (greatly)&lt;br /&gt;First, wish me luck on actually getting the job in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to study but I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I had breakfast at Starbucks with one of my many gift cards&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back here and I started writing this post&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just stalling (did you know I now have twenty different little&lt;br /&gt;Bottles in my nail varnish collection?) Also did you know I'm starting a&lt;br /&gt;New collection because everyone should have&lt;br /&gt;Something to collect. I'm collecting magazines (and maybe books, hmm..)&lt;br /&gt;That have anything to do with the Beatles. So far I have two magazines&lt;br /&gt;A 1965 edition of Paris Match, and Life's most recent release, all about George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;If I'm counting books, which I think I am, then I've got the Beatles Anthology book as well as&lt;br /&gt;A little book Aunt Margaret gave me that says a little something about each song&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think to bring those with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to get back to it now! Probably not&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just write me a Focalin prescription&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-209353956691740287?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/209353956691740287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-workout-will-help-you-clear-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/209353956691740287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/209353956691740287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-workout-will-help-you-clear-your.html' title='A Good Workout Will Help You Clear Your Mind'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8657324104003698448</id><published>2012-01-11T10:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:23:59.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Everything From A To Z</title><content type='html'>Today this is my decision : I'm going to stay here for the remainder of the year&lt;br /&gt;Because if I took a semester or a year off, my parents would make me&lt;br /&gt;Live in Charleston and&lt;br /&gt;How counter-productive would that be?! Of course, I have my&lt;br /&gt;First exam tomorrow and I may change my mind after I take it&lt;br /&gt;This is very stressful and it's not that I think I might not be able to do it&lt;br /&gt;It's that I know I cannot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8657324104003698448?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8657324104003698448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/everything-from-to-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8657324104003698448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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turns out, is not that useful)&lt;br /&gt;But Lion doesn't support my version of&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Office, et cetera et cetera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be back at Early Bird Diner with Hayley&lt;br /&gt;I cried in the doctors' office yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8264144071775944846?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8264144071775944846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/swedish-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8264144071775944846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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day&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctors' appointment and a much-needed&lt;br /&gt;German revision class and somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I'll finally get my iPhone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-47459860434754893?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/47459860434754893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/threes-crowd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/47459860434754893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/47459860434754893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7404277106447676076</id><published>2012-01-08T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:27:31.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Found-Note Story</title><content type='html'>This is a story I wrote sophomore year of high school, touched up a little&lt;br /&gt;Hayley found it at her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Everitt was born on the hottest day of the summer&lt;br /&gt;It reached one-hundred degrees as Lauren came running, sweating, through the hospital doors&lt;br /&gt;Just a minute late for her baby sister's release into the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where have you been? Where have you been?'&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's mother mumbled as she drifted in and out of sleep&lt;br /&gt;The room was stuffy and uncomfortable and&lt;br /&gt;Not the sort of place one should be giving birth in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry. I got here as soon as I could. Is everything okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Everything is fine.' Lauren's father said quickly and with much force&lt;br /&gt;A young nurse came in with a bundle in her arms, Amelia&lt;br /&gt;Lauren noticed first and took the baby&lt;br /&gt;She was a regular looking baby&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes and her hair were very dark, her skin quite pale, her fingers small and wrinkled&lt;br /&gt;And Lauren smiled as she looked&lt;br /&gt;Lauren turned to give Amelia to her mother, but she was asleep in the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Amelia home took longer than expected, and it was considerably late before everyone was settled&lt;br /&gt;Lauren sat with her father, Andrew Everitt, in the kitchen while her mother, Ellen, and Amelia slept upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your mother and I will really need you to stay around the house&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the next few days, while we're figuring out schedules and things'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course. I'll be here, but for now I'm going to bed'&lt;br /&gt;Lauren took a glass of water up to her bedroom and set it on the dresser&lt;br /&gt;She took off the day's clothes and replaced them with flannel pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;And an old camp tee-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days proved much more exhausting than the day Amelia was born&lt;br /&gt;While the sun was up, there was crying&lt;br /&gt;While the sun was down, there was more crying&lt;br /&gt;There were cries for food, sleep, and comfort, but there was&lt;br /&gt;Hardly a way to distinguish between them&lt;br /&gt;Ellen was lazy about taking care of the baby, but no one blamed her&lt;br /&gt;Lauren found herself doing most of the work, spending the most time with Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed and Lauren's grandfather came for a visit&lt;br /&gt;He lived three hours away in West New York, and Lauren's family saw him rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, this is the baby? Quite a gap you've got, between the oldest and the youngest&lt;br /&gt;Though you only wanted one kid?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen looked sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You never knew what I wanted anyway'&lt;br /&gt;And with that, the left. Lauren heard his car start up and drive away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You always manage to run him off, don't you?' Lauren said&lt;br /&gt;Ellen looked at her for a moment, then walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Her door shut just a little heavier than normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren got the night off one Saturday, and went to dinner with some friends in the city&lt;br /&gt;They sat down at the Hollow Globe, a popular restaurant among the teenagers of Greenwich, Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;And ordered drinks and appetizers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How's the baby? You have to take care of her like all the time, don't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Amelia's great. She's not too much trouble for a baby&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder if my mother will ever take care of her&lt;br /&gt;I mean, at first I thought she was just tired, but now I really think she doesn't want to deal with Amelia at all'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She probably forgot what it's like to have a baby&lt;br /&gt;It's been seventeen years'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, of course it's understandable&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it doesn't last too much longer&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's been going on with you guys?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren changed the subject because on her night off, she realised&lt;br /&gt;That she didn't want to think about Amelia or her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers were brought out and eaten, then entrées, more drinks, and after much avoidance&lt;br /&gt;The subject came up once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, your parents didn't exactly plan this one, did they?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They've never talked to me about it, and I doubt they will&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's safe to assume that poor Amelia is an 'accident'&lt;br /&gt;It'll be so obvious to her when she's older&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for her'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God I know. That's terrible'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It happens. I've always wanted a sibling anyway&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's a little late, but that's okay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, you're right&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, should we be heading out? I'm finished'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sounds good to me. Tell him to split the check'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and her friends walked to their cars, good-byed, and separated&lt;br /&gt;Lauren thought the whole ride about what they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Didn't exactly plan this one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Amelia was told the definition of an accident, she would know&lt;br /&gt;But that was years, many years away&lt;br /&gt;Lauren pulled into the driveway and noticed Christina's bedroom light on&lt;br /&gt;There was probably crying to attend to&lt;br /&gt;She locked the car while walking into the house, and found her mother asleep on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;Her father flicking through the channels on the television&lt;br /&gt;From downstairs Lauren could hear screams from her baby sister, and her night off was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next months of caring for Amelia involved little milestones typical of babies&lt;br /&gt;First step, first word, first haircut, and shortly after the heat of Connecticut summer returned, first birthday&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Everitt took no interest in any of this&lt;br /&gt;At the occasion of Amelia's first word, 'La-ra', Ellen rolled her eyes and returned to the sofa&lt;br /&gt;At Amelia's first step, Ellen gave a barely-visible smile&lt;br /&gt;Then folded her arms over her chest and left for an work-out class&lt;br /&gt;Lauren didn't bother telling her mother about Amelia's first hair appointment&lt;br /&gt;But hung the pictures on the refrigerator where Ellen might see when she reached for a Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren remembered her mother being distant before, but not like she was now&lt;br /&gt;Amelia's birth brought out a side in Ellen that was neither healthy nor appropriate&lt;br /&gt;Lauren worried what kind of effect this would have on Amelia as she grew older, and did her best to take care of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one year arrived, Lauren held a small party a the house, to which her grandfather rejected an invitation&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, much larger and smarter than a year before, sat a one end of the table with&lt;br /&gt;A cupcake atop her tray and a cone-shaped hat atop her head&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, Ellen and Andrew, and few sweet neighbors sat in the chairs around the dining room table&lt;br /&gt;And sang 'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;Lauren blew out Amelia's candle and they all clapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'See that, Ellen? We made it through one whole year!'&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Everitt gave his wife a strong pat on the back, which was returned by an angry glare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One year. How many more to go?'&lt;br /&gt;Ellen made her most typical face; eyes slanted, head slightly tilted, lips pursed&lt;br /&gt;She looked sour now, she always looked sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ellen, come on. It's her birthday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She's one year old! She can't understand me!&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway?&amp;nbsp;My own father couldn't manage to show up for this&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn party, why should I have to? Now I understand why he took the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;And gave up on being a parent altogether&lt;br /&gt;You know they say you end up understanding your parents eventually --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop. Please stop'&lt;br /&gt;Lauren picked Amelia up out of her chair and carried her upstairs&lt;br /&gt;Lauren knew that Amelia understood everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren was now eighteen years old and entering her senior year at Greenwich Academy&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, school had become a way to make Ellen look after her youngest daughter&lt;br /&gt;When Lauren was at school and Andrew was at work, Ellen stayed home with Amelia&lt;br /&gt;But on weekends, or after school, or the worst, summer vacation, Amelia was Lauren's full responsibility&lt;br /&gt;They developed a schedule, which Lauren wrote out and put on the refrigerator for her mother&lt;br /&gt;Amelia woke at seven, ate breakfast, and didn't go back to sleep again until lunch was over&lt;br /&gt;She had dinner at six and went to bed as early as possible&lt;br /&gt;On nice days Lauren took her in the stroller around five o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer ended and Lauren went back to school&lt;br /&gt;She worried more each day about leaving Amelia with her mother&lt;br /&gt;And stayed home several times, faking illness, to make sure everything was alright&lt;br /&gt;Three months passed since Amelia's birthday, and Ellen became more and more apathetic&lt;br /&gt;She started losing her temper more often, and these were the times Lauren hated most&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's father usually had to calm his wife, by sitting her down on the sofa and turning the television on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late October, Lauren came home to a screaming Amelia&lt;br /&gt;She was in her crib; and empty milk bottle by her side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mom? Mom? Mom!' Lauren called&lt;br /&gt;She looked in the living room, the kitchen, in the dining room, all the bedrooms and bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;She looked outside&lt;br /&gt;She called her mother's cell phone, and heard it ringing from her purse by her bed&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's blood boiled; she had never been so angry with her mother&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't believe it, her mother actually walked out of the house, without Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours though, the more she thought about it, Lauren could believe it&lt;br /&gt;By seven o'clock she could believe with no question that her mother would go&lt;br /&gt;To a work-out class, or out shopping in the city, or whatever the hell she was doing&lt;br /&gt;Without her fifteen-month-old daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where's your mother?' Andrew asked, as he fixed vegetable lasagne for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No idea. She wasn't home when I got back from school'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where was Amelia?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Right here. She left Amelia here&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where she went though&lt;br /&gt;She left her cell phone; her whole purse actually'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. Oh that's strange&lt;br /&gt;Well she should be back soon. Is her car gone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't check'&lt;br /&gt;Lauren got up and looked out the window toward the driveway&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, she took it. I don't know where she would have gone though; she's got no money or anything without her purse'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew responded with some sort of grunt, and continued to prepare supper&lt;br /&gt;Lauren put Amelia to bed, then ate and finished her homework&lt;br /&gt;By the time she was settling in her bed, there was still no sign of her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren got dressed in the morning, then walked down the stairs and looked out the window&lt;br /&gt;Ellen's car was still gone&lt;br /&gt;Lauren felt a hint of worry, but it was mainly about how&lt;br /&gt;Amelia would be taken care of&lt;br /&gt;She decided it would be best to stay home for the day, and her father was easily convinced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell your mother to call me when she gets here,' Andrew said&lt;br /&gt;Lauren held her eyes back from rolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day went by; the house remained empty except Lauren and Amelia&lt;br /&gt;No phone call, nothing&lt;br /&gt;Lauren was worried she would have to take two days off school&lt;br /&gt;And was not looking forward to the make-up work&lt;br /&gt;Andrew came home from work. He was worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing? I'm afraid she's gotten lost or something&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine where she would have gone. I'll call some people'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's father spent two hours making phone calls&lt;br /&gt;He called neighbors and family friends, but no one had information to offer&lt;br /&gt;His deepening worry became contagious, and Lauren started to feel anxious&lt;br /&gt;She went to bed with thoughts flying through her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days passed without sight of Ellen Everitt, and Andrews stayed home with Amelia&lt;br /&gt;So that Lauren could return to school&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, the dean of Greenwich Academy took Lauren aside with a unpleasant look on his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lauren, I've received a phone call from your father, asking you to go to the hospital immediately&lt;br /&gt;He says it's very urgent'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren was overcome with a wave of sweat and a pit in her stomach&lt;br /&gt;Where was Amelia? What happened to her? She brushed past the dean walked briskly&lt;br /&gt;Toward the student parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Her car was hot inside and she turned on the air conditioning as she sped&lt;br /&gt;In the direction of the hospital where Amelia was born&lt;br /&gt;Déjà vu hit her strong as Lauren ran through the front doors, to the desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Everitt? I'm looking for Andrew Everitt?'&lt;br /&gt;They told her the room number and she took the elevator to the third floor&lt;br /&gt;Lauren found her father pacing the hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lauren. Oh my God. Oh my God you're here&lt;br /&gt;Lauren they found her. They found your mother'&lt;br /&gt;He was sobbing and shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What happened? Where is she? Where's Amelia?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She's gone. The fire-fighters tried to save her, they told me.. oh my God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I -- what?'&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's heart had never beat so fast in her life&lt;br /&gt;She spun around looking for someone who could actually tell her something&lt;br /&gt;There was a doctor going into the room nearest her; she followed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me? Excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;She walked into the room behind him, and stopped abruptly upon seeing the figure in the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;It was her mother, at one time it was&lt;br /&gt;Her hair and skin were burned and barely recognizable at first glance&lt;br /&gt;Her face was ugly and distorted and terrible&lt;br /&gt;Lauren started sobbing and the doctor realised who she was&lt;br /&gt;He closed the curtain so she couldn't see anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were behind me, I didn't mean for you to see&lt;br /&gt;You're Lauren?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm Lauren'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Doctor Palman. Again, I'm very sorry. Is there anything I can get you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, well, I will need to tell you what happened&lt;br /&gt;Your mother was found in a burning building five hours ago in West New York&lt;br /&gt;Fire-fighters got her out but she was too badly burnt to be saved&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to identify her but some neighbors of the&lt;br /&gt;Home-owner were able to tell that she was his daughter'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren was absolutely shocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor continued, 'Once they figured out who she was and where she was from&lt;br /&gt;The police decided to bring her here and call your father&lt;br /&gt;He confirmed the identification as soon as he got here'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know where my sister is?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I believe she's in our nursery on the first floor&lt;br /&gt;She was with your father when he arrived'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren took the elevator to the first floor&lt;br /&gt;She followed the signs to the nursery and found Amelia&lt;br /&gt;She picked her up and held her very close&lt;br /&gt;Amelia had a knowing face, a smart face&lt;br /&gt;She cried. Lauren cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, in the kitchen, Andrew slid an opened envelope across the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I found that right before they called me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren took the letter out, and looked first at the signature. James; Ellen's brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellen, thought I'd let you know Dad passed away yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know if you want to come, but we've arranged the funeral for Friday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was peaceful, he died in his sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He had been going downhill, but he was old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope to talk to you soon, it's been a while. James&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut reached one-hundred degrees for Amelia's second birthday&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and her father celebrated with a cupcake and a cone-shaped hat and a few neighbors&lt;br /&gt;Amelia smiled a lot, and it always made Lauren smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7404277106447676076?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7404277106447676076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/found-note-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7404277106447676076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7404277106447676076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/found-note-story.html' title='Found-Note Story'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6843757938549038326</id><published>2012-01-08T08:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T08:46:37.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>This is how I'm supposed to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last night in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel anxious about the fact that I haven't seen you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being creative and I think I'm going to write a story&lt;br /&gt;I'll share with you if it's any good, because I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Posting bad shit to this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my day first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I talked to Annie on the phone for a good long while and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She made me feel stable and better about lots of things&lt;/div&gt;I babysat a little and made a bit of money&lt;br /&gt;My mother had a going away party for me and&lt;br /&gt;You didn't show up and I was sad about that for a while but&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not and my journey to this place of contentment&lt;br /&gt;Starts with a ride downtown with Sophie Greene and Hayley&lt;br /&gt;And ends with a very late-night (early morning) very deep&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with that Hayley Giordano lady at the&lt;br /&gt;Early Bird Diner (my new favourite place in this dump)&lt;br /&gt;We covered all sorts of topics from our beliefs in God to&lt;br /&gt;Books we want to read and I think&lt;br /&gt;That was just what I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember that little quote Houtz had on the wall of the&lt;br /&gt;Computer lab at the old (real) Magnet&lt;br /&gt;Something about how good conversations aren't about people but about&lt;br /&gt;Ideas. I like talking about ideas. None of this small talk bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old for that&lt;br /&gt;(I feel much older than I am (did you know I'm about to be&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen years old (only nineteen, already nineteen)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6843757938549038326?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6843757938549038326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/mothers-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6843757938549038326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6843757938549038326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/mothers-little-helper.html' title='Mother&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2051396224028469333</id><published>2012-01-07T15:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:22:34.838Z</updated><title type='text'>God Save The Queen</title><content type='html'>I leave tomorrow for five months&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, starting to freak out a little bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2051396224028469333?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2051396224028469333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-save-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2051396224028469333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2051396224028469333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-save-queen.html' title='God Save The Queen'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2956126571027390848</id><published>2012-01-06T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:08:12.708Z</updated><title type='text'>We're Extreme Individuals</title><content type='html'>Hayley found a story I wrote sophomore year&lt;br /&gt;Something about a house burning down&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see that story and I'd&lt;br /&gt;Like to read it because sophomore year means&lt;br /&gt;I was in Junius Paul Wright III's creative writing class and&lt;br /&gt;That's the best my writing's ever been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2956126571027390848?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2956126571027390848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-extreme-individuals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2956126571027390848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2956126571027390848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-extreme-individuals.html' title='We&apos;re Extreme Individuals'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4595104473231743451</id><published>2012-01-05T02:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:23:21.937Z</updated><title type='text'>Can Ya Dig It</title><content type='html'>I spent some time at Kristmar's house surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;Sane and peaceful people. There was very little anxiety or angst and&lt;br /&gt;There was also tasty food, not that I could really eat it&lt;br /&gt;(Have I told you about my&lt;br /&gt;Vomiting problem? I think it's due to a mild case of&lt;br /&gt;Lactose intolerance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and it's not even ten yet but I think&lt;br /&gt;It's time for bed. Last night I went to sleep wondering about how life would be&lt;br /&gt;If I never met you and I when I took a nap today I had another nightmare about you and I'm hoping&lt;br /&gt;For tonight to boring in the best way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4595104473231743451?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4595104473231743451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-ya-dig-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4595104473231743451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4595104473231743451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-ya-dig-it.html' title='Can Ya Dig It'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2551038291235556174</id><published>2012-01-04T22:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:53:26.965Z</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Five To Life</title><content type='html'>Theeerrree you are, buddy&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2551038291235556174?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2551038291235556174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-five-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2551038291235556174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2551038291235556174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-five-to-life.html' title='Twenty-Five To Life'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5768472841860060464</id><published>2012-01-04T14:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:08:27.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Thermal</title><content type='html'>Daaaannniel, when are you going to&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and see my missed call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my mother is having a going away party of sorts&lt;br /&gt;One ninety six Grove around five or six on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, please. For real this time though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to my cousin Logan on Skype and I'm also&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about living and working in New York for the summer&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was considering working on a&lt;br /&gt;Vineyard in France? I'm afraid I'm becoming one of those people who&lt;br /&gt;Comes up with a bunch of half-ass ideas and never sees them through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Sean Pennington is bored in his new apartment and I'd love&lt;br /&gt;To bring him breakfast or something but&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to get tired of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5768472841860060464?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5768472841860060464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/thermal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5768472841860060464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5768472841860060464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/thermal.html' title='Thermal'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4950808536757670235</id><published>2012-01-04T06:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:58:34.254Z</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Her Because She Couldn't Save You. I Hate Myself Because I Couldn't Either</title><content type='html'>Just a side note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more than ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4950808536757670235?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4950808536757670235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hate-her-because-she-couldnt-save-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4950808536757670235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4950808536757670235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hate-her-because-she-couldnt-save-you.html' title='I Hate Her Because She Couldn&apos;t Save You. I Hate Myself Because I Couldn&apos;t Either'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1694285888123100512</id><published>2012-01-04T06:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:54:08.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Queen's Chair</title><content type='html'>The Internet has been down more or less since Christmas&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't had anything interesting to say until tonight anyway&lt;br /&gt;And what a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;That the Internet is working again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one thirty in the morning but I'm quite well-rested because&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on Sean Pennington's sofa&lt;br /&gt;Also because I had a&lt;br /&gt;Double shot of espresso at some point today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Hayley on the way back to the house and I felt bad about that but not bad enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from calling Daniel Kendra, who in fact did not wake up to my call and it's&lt;br /&gt;Probably better that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Sean his house-warming gift and I can't remember if I told you but&lt;br /&gt;It's a very sad looking painting of Conor Oberst. Christmas colours. Wonky arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davin crookedly hung up a Smiths poster : The Queen Is Dead and there's also&lt;br /&gt;The poster that came folded up with the Beach Boys' Smile Sessions on the fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to tell you who that reminds me of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of such things, I said to Sean&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time when you read my blog every day but you refused to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;He said that was fun. I guess there are multiple people in the world who find this same action&lt;br /&gt;Fun. I'm not allowed to tell you who else. I'm not allowed to tell you much at all, and I never&lt;br /&gt;Wanted this to be a censored blog&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because now Sean does the opposite&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't read this blog in a minute but he&lt;br /&gt;Answers my calls (at least more than he used to)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind. I don't mind much of anything anymore, but I'll probably start&lt;br /&gt;Minding again when I'm back in St Andrews and I'm miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know something pathetic? I'm dreading going back to St Andrews&lt;br /&gt;I begged and begged and pleaded and pleaded to go there for the&lt;br /&gt;Past four years and I was so&lt;br /&gt;Excited excited excited and now I just don't know what to do because&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want to stay here. Remember when I was just supposed to be in Charleston for&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks? And remember when I changed my flight so I'd be here for three and I was&lt;br /&gt;So happy about that? Well I'm realising now that two weeks is my limit for&lt;br /&gt;Being in Charleston. Two weeks is long enough for the novelty to wear off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing : Do you remember Peter Huddlestun? He went to Magnet and I&lt;br /&gt;Wrote him a letter in the summer of two thousand ten because&lt;br /&gt;His brother died and I could relate, kind of. I then saw him at the Trophy Scars show which&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be the best night of my life. Anyway, it's been a minute since I&lt;br /&gt;Sent that letter but he messaged me the other day and told me how much he appreciated it&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that nice of him? It's so great to know that&lt;br /&gt;You can make an impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very lengthy post but I guess I had some&lt;br /&gt;Catching up to do. Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1694285888123100512?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1694285888123100512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/queens-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1694285888123100512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1694285888123100512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2012/01/queens-chair.html' title='Queen&apos;s Chair'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7621199573052865487</id><published>2011-12-31T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:54:19.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The World Don't Ask Me For Shit (Everything You Get You Gotta Work Hard For It)</title><content type='html'>Tonight is New Years Eve and I am babysitting because&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ensure that this year&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing like last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7621199573052865487?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7621199573052865487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-world-dont-ask-me-for-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7621199573052865487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7621199573052865487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-world-dont-ask-me-for-shit.html' title='Fuck The World Don&apos;t Ask Me For Shit (Everything You Get You Gotta Work Hard For It)'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5088476586116717681</id><published>2011-12-27T14:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:37:38.473Z</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Just Can't Contain All Of That Empty Space</title><content type='html'>Remember when I used to play The Sims? Well, The Sims Three is&lt;br /&gt;Downloading on my computer right now and guess who's&lt;br /&gt;Going to have something to do with her time when she&lt;br /&gt;Gets back to St Andrews? Me, that's who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today cousin Alicia and I will go shopping&lt;br /&gt;(Cousin Alicia (Ah-lih-sha) is different from&lt;br /&gt;Regular Alicia (Ah-lee-see-ah))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5088476586116717681?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5088476586116717681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-just-cant-contain-all-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5088476586116717681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5088476586116717681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-just-cant-contain-all-of-that.html' title='A Heart Just Can&apos;t Contain All Of That Empty Space'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7870360652512886825</id><published>2011-12-27T13:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:40:35.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad Influence</title><content type='html'>Today cousin Alicia is coming to&lt;br /&gt;Stay for two nights so that's exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast today and I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Take a bath. Today will be a good day mostly because&lt;br /&gt;It's the twenty-seventh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7870360652512886825?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7870360652512886825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-influence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7870360652512886825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7870360652512886825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-influence.html' title='Bad Influence'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5436609580910013258</id><published>2011-12-26T15:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:23:29.247Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Your Funeral</title><content type='html'>I got a pair of red hi-top converses for Christmas and I'm&lt;br /&gt;Scouring the Internet for a pack of brass cone studs to go with them&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck at Michael's today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, one and all, for a swell Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5436609580910013258?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5436609580910013258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-your-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5436609580910013258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5436609580910013258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-your-funeral.html' title='It&apos;s Your Funeral'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5643577526923247612</id><published>2011-12-25T17:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:52:47.150Z</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas Without Kirk</title><content type='html'>Uncle Walker and Beatriz and cousins&lt;br /&gt;Lori, Emilia and Sophia are coming over in a&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes for Christmas lunch&lt;br /&gt;Have a merry one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5643577526923247612?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8661634292426945473</id><published>2011-12-24T22:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:05:59.827Z</updated><title type='text'>Long As There Are Stars Above You</title><content type='html'>I did as you told me, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been productive today&lt;br /&gt;I saw Olivia, Zane and Hayley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on in my head or in my stomach but&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Doctor Dustan on the twenty-ninth and I'll&lt;br /&gt;Let you know what she comes up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charleston is not good for my poor, fragile heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8661634292426945473?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2683100087899851204</id><published>2011-12-24T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:17:03.243Z</updated><title type='text'>The City Of Angels</title><content type='html'>Honestly though, what the fuck's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2683100087899851204?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2683100087899851204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/city-of-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2683100087899851204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2683100087899851204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/city-of-angels.html' title='The City Of Angels'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7190034599615223407</id><published>2011-12-24T16:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:13:56.287Z</updated><title type='text'>There She's Gone</title><content type='html'>I'm trying not to care but&lt;br /&gt;That's what I do when I'm in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;I think it's already time for me to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame that I can't be happy anywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7190034599615223407?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7190034599615223407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-shes-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7190034599615223407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7190034599615223407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-shes-gone.html' title='There She&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5811583088673288357</id><published>2011-12-24T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:10:12.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>It didn't seem bad at the time but to&lt;br /&gt;Look back on last night makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;Anxious and that's&lt;br /&gt;Not what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three square meals yesterday but I think&lt;br /&gt;It's back to the old ways today. I feel sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5811583088673288357?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5811583088673288357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5811583088673288357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5811583088673288357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8829943701724267152</id><published>2011-12-24T06:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:33:27.134Z</updated><title type='text'>All Because Of You</title><content type='html'>Thank God I've got something to&lt;br /&gt;Help me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel right now is not okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8829943701724267152?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8829943701724267152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8829943701724267152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8829943701724267152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-because-of-you.html' title='All Because Of You'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6236480164648434357</id><published>2011-12-24T02:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:06:32.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Will You Come Again It's Hard To Say, I Surely Hope So</title><content type='html'>Hayley's coming over in a bit and then we're&lt;br /&gt;Going to say hello to Alicia at John's apartment&lt;br /&gt;Tonight has some potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's already Friday&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that, tomorrow, I will have&lt;br /&gt;Been in Charleston a week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6236480164648434357?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7995246732998843065</id><published>2011-12-23T22:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:55:46.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Never Gonna Break Never Gonna Break</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;i&gt;trying &lt;/i&gt;to go to Alicia's thing tonight but it's&lt;br /&gt;Not really working out. Sometimes I get frustrated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7995246732998843065?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7995246732998843065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-gonna-break-never-gonna-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7995246732998843065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7995246732998843065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-gonna-break-never-gonna-break.html' title='Never Gonna Break Never Gonna Break'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6834474398431582656</id><published>2011-12-22T06:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:51:41.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Upload</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I hate you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6834474398431582656?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2841195395765031426</id><published>2011-12-21T23:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:32:58.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Pendulum</title><content type='html'>I spent some short, sweet time with&lt;br /&gt;Sean Pennington at Starbucks but&lt;br /&gt;I still can't eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are still shaking and I feel like I&lt;br /&gt;Might throw up but&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Emily Sassard's tonight and Kristmar and I are&lt;br /&gt;Picking Chloë up from the airport so maybe some time with&lt;br /&gt;Sane people will be good for me&lt;br /&gt;It's been a minute since I've been around people&lt;br /&gt;Who aren't completely crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2841195395765031426?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2841195395765031426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/pendulum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2841195395765031426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2841195395765031426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/pendulum.html' title='Pendulum'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-9134309190483220553</id><published>2011-12-21T21:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:33:44.828Z</updated><title type='text'>Pay The Price</title><content type='html'>The fact that I haven't seen you is making me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm remembering why I couldn't have stayed in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;And it's&lt;br /&gt;All you, baby cakes, it's all you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to overshadow the fact that&lt;br /&gt;I had a good night last night, the first good night I've had&lt;br /&gt;In months and I&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I maybe deserved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I saw Cayden, Davin, Hayley and Vincent&lt;br /&gt;As well as having Brief encounters with Lewis and Big Andre&lt;br /&gt;I crashed on Davin's couch and woke up to&lt;br /&gt;Bagels with Hayley and&lt;br /&gt;In a way that's the kind of life I want but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just can't, I just can't&lt;br /&gt;Stay in this city and be constantly thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Where you are and what you're doing and why&lt;br /&gt;You're not with me&lt;br /&gt;To be honest those are the things I think about&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in St Andrews too but&lt;br /&gt;It's just different here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-9134309190483220553?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/9134309190483220553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/pay-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>A Christmas present came in the mail today for Papa&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but, uhh, what? Excuse me but, uhh&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what&lt;br /&gt;If you won't see me, Caroline Weachter will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I finished your painting and it's&lt;br /&gt;The only decent Conor Oberst portrait I've&lt;br /&gt;Ever done)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8464364993131453901?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8464364993131453901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/open-eyes-of-my-heart-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8464364993131453901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4663986668550378734</id><published>2011-12-20T13:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:00:50.507Z</updated><title type='text'>The End Of Paralysis (I Was A Statuette)</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep right after dinner last night&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up a little bit ago&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I actually made it to the&lt;br /&gt;Uffizi and it was all&lt;br /&gt;Sculptures of dogs and paintings by&lt;br /&gt;Frida Kahlo paint-alikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of painting&lt;br /&gt;I did a little one yesterday and I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Do a bigger one today&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what I miss the most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4663986668550378734?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4663986668550378734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-paralysis-i-was-statuette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4663986668550378734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4663986668550378734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-paralysis-i-was-statuette.html' title='The End Of Paralysis (I Was A Statuette)'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1104610410982724886</id><published>2011-12-19T13:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:24:17.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities, Circumstances, Consequences</title><content type='html'>This house is very quiet this morning&lt;br /&gt;I've been up for a long time and I guess I'm&lt;br /&gt;Still kind of jet lagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to Robert's basketball game&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to see some people that I&lt;br /&gt;Need to see&lt;br /&gt;I will also try to eat something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-3564405963546348359</id><published>2011-12-18T04:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:02:25.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Charlezton</title><content type='html'>I've been awake for&lt;br /&gt;More or less twenty-seven hours&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot how much I like this bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I'm home&lt;br /&gt;You're home&lt;br /&gt;We should be&lt;br /&gt;At the same home&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;(But right now&lt;br /&gt;It's time for sleep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-3564405963546348359?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/3564405963546348359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/charlezton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3564405963546348359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3564405963546348359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/charlezton.html' title='Charlezton'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8897334762900173924</id><published>2011-12-17T20:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:00:33.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Fisher</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of being in Newark&lt;br /&gt;But hey, thank the holy Lord above for internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I&lt;br /&gt;Want food or not and the answer is probably&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Mmmm they don't sell Reeses in the UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that by the end of this&lt;br /&gt;I will have been travelling for nineteen hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8897334762900173924?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8897334762900173924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/fisher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8897334762900173924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8897334762900173924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/fisher.html' title='Fisher'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-8534846974928509077</id><published>2011-12-17T18:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:30:52.087Z</updated><title type='text'>And Just Like Glass, I See Through You</title><content type='html'>There are two pigeons wondering around in the&lt;br /&gt;Newark airport and no one is answering my calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to be in Charleston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-8534846974928509077?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/8534846974928509077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-just-like-glass-i-see-through-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8534846974928509077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/8534846974928509077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-just-like-glass-i-see-through-you.html' title='And Just Like Glass, I See Through You'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4398889417877651657</id><published>2011-12-17T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:03:01.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Forget As To What Did I Say</title><content type='html'>I managed to sleep until two twenty-seven&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just waiting, waiting, waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4398889417877651657?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4398889417877651657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-me-forget-as-to-what-did-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4398889417877651657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4398889417877651657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-me-forget-as-to-what-did-i-say.html' title='Make Me Forget As To What Did I Say'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5548405862394050537</id><published>2011-12-16T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:14:42.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bells</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about high school and I&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm not there anymore&lt;br /&gt;It was such an abrupt change to whatever I'm&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of now&lt;br /&gt;I've come a long way in a little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5548405862394050537?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5548405862394050537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-bells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5548405862394050537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5548405862394050537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-bells.html' title='Broken Bells'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2633341322971487517</id><published>2011-12-16T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:12:17.697Z</updated><title type='text'>Rotten Vocal Chords</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;See all the people I love and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything will be wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say I have no friends here, I'm really lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have Julia Blaski and that's enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm ready to go to Charleston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my family, my mother and my father and Robert and Julius and even Macy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lori and the little girls, Emilia and Sophia. Walker and Beatriz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean Pennington and Hayley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe and Chloë and Kristmar and Daniel Kendra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Davin and Cayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie Fitts and Gaylen and Sarah Barnwell Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia and Vincent and André and Deborah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline Rivers across the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary Shahid and Cappi Wilborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I'm lucky, if I'm really lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see Annie and Mel and Kathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan and her Canadian fiancé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are all the good people in the world in America?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2633341322971487517?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2633341322971487517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/rotten-vocal-chords.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2633341322971487517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2633341322971487517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/rotten-vocal-chords.html' title='Rotten Vocal Chords'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-873806841124535017</id><published>2011-12-16T18:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:17:24.196Z</updated><title type='text'>I Tried To Pass For Nothing, But My Dreams Gave Me Awaaayy</title><content type='html'>I can't beeeeelieve how excited I am to&lt;br /&gt;BE BACK IN CHARLESTON&lt;br /&gt;Life is so funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-873806841124535017?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/873806841124535017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-tried-to-pass-for-nothing-but-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/873806841124535017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/873806841124535017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-tried-to-pass-for-nothing-but-my.html' title='I Tried To Pass For Nothing, But My Dreams Gave Me Awaaayy'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-1291054214235108510</id><published>2011-12-16T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:54:19.262Z</updated><title type='text'>All The Shit That I Said</title><content type='html'>November's will forever be&lt;br /&gt;The best playlist I've ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to gulp down the rest of this tea and&lt;br /&gt;Meet Julia in town before German class&lt;br /&gt;My last real German class - ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an aeroplane making its way across the&lt;br /&gt;Piece of sky I can see from the window of LC3 and&lt;br /&gt;St Andrews is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-1291054214235108510?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/1291054214235108510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-shit-that-i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1291054214235108510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/1291054214235108510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-shit-that-i-said.html' title='All The Shit That I Said'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5125740612366773975</id><published>2011-12-16T12:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:02:57.433Z</updated><title type='text'>About Myself</title><content type='html'>I made a little Christmas card for the cleaning lady&lt;br /&gt;But my good deed didn't pay off because&lt;br /&gt;I still have to take all my posters down before two o'clock&lt;br /&gt;They're getting aggressive about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready to be in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;My legs are getting restless in the same way they did&lt;br /&gt;Before I was due to come here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5125740612366773975?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5125740612366773975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5125740612366773975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5125740612366773975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-myself.html' title='About Myself'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2356904850511830273</id><published>2011-12-16T08:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:29:40.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Gold Teeth And A Curse For This Town Are All In My Mouth</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow! Tomorrow tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shins will provide my soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;As I pack my bags and tidy my room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2356904850511830273?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2356904850511830273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/gold-teeth-and-curse-for-this-town-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2356904850511830273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2356904850511830273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/gold-teeth-and-curse-for-this-town-are.html' title='Gold Teeth And A Curse For This Town Are All In My Mouth'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4630307019478525833</id><published>2011-12-15T23:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:26:57.407Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello To You</title><content type='html'>Today is almost over and I&lt;br /&gt;Just have to get through tomorrow and then I can SEE YOU IN CHARLESTON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4630307019478525833?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4630307019478525833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4630307019478525833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4630307019478525833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-to-you.html' title='Hello To You'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5378492195088451002</id><published>2011-12-15T23:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:18:07.752Z</updated><title type='text'>Yelling And Laughing And Falling</title><content type='html'>The bottoms of my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Are sticky sticky sticky because the&lt;br /&gt;Old Wing Common Room floor was&lt;br /&gt;Covered in champagne&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding myself back in LC3 sooner than I thought but I discovered&lt;br /&gt;I may have no friends at Uni Hall, but that doesn't mean there aren't&lt;br /&gt;Nice people here. Jaime is always a sweetheart and she's not the only one&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing wrong with them, maybe there's just something&lt;br /&gt;Wrong with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5378492195088451002?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5378492195088451002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/yelling-and-laughing-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5378492195088451002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5378492195088451002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/yelling-and-laughing-and.html' title='Yelling And Laughing And Falling'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-3901529185115163357</id><published>2011-12-15T17:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:27:58.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Timeline</title><content type='html'>New facebook is craaaazzy&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-3901529185115163357?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/3901529185115163357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/timeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3901529185115163357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3901529185115163357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/timeline.html' title='Timeline'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-3455949334215774086</id><published>2011-12-15T17:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:04:27.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=conor+oberst+christmas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;biw=1245&amp;amp;bih=549&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=nnt4hj4RxqYfSM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/hazyskyline/4208539398/&amp;amp;docid=atO9yWHIKrOdYM&amp;amp;imgurl=http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4031/4208539398_f45b41d42f_z.jpg%253Fzz%253D1&amp;amp;w=640&amp;amp;h=426&amp;amp;ei=GCjqTpDJMaag4gTAyrneCA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=225&amp;amp;vpy=96&amp;amp;dur=824&amp;amp;hovh=183&amp;amp;hovw=275&amp;amp;tx=199&amp;amp;ty=93&amp;amp;sig=102681711953833062808&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;amp;tbnw=138&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;ndsp=24&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture of Conor wearing a&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus hat and I made it my computer background&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for dinner and I'm&lt;br /&gt;So hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-3455949334215774086?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/3455949334215774086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmastime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3455949334215774086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3455949334215774086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmastime.html' title='Christmastime'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7727007917890507198</id><published>2011-12-15T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:26:01.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Teach Me Some Melodious Sonnet Sung By Flaming Tongues Above</title><content type='html'>I saw a baby spotted greyhound on the beach today&lt;br /&gt;And it made me want a dog real real bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that puppy and his&lt;br /&gt;Human counterpart, there was no one on the beach at all and this meant&lt;br /&gt;I could sing to myself all I wanted. My favourite song of the day was&lt;br /&gt;Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing. It's Christmas time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with classes for the day&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sit in bed until dinner and then (there's a change in plans)&lt;br /&gt;Max's birthday party is on. So maybe I'll go to that until I&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand being around people anymore, and &lt;i&gt;then &lt;/i&gt;I'll go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will pack my suitcase and I will go to my one class&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday I will leave Uni Hall at five thirty in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(I have to keep repeating these things to myself and to you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7727007917890507198?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7727007917890507198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/teach-me-some-melodious-sonnet-sung-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7727007917890507198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7727007917890507198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/teach-me-some-melodious-sonnet-sung-by.html' title='Teach Me Some Melodious Sonnet Sung By Flaming Tongues Above'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4379220635661168907</id><published>2011-12-14T22:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:37:58.065Z</updated><title type='text'>There's No Saving Me, At All</title><content type='html'>It's ten thirty and I'm going to side with the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That my 'friends' aren't going to text me back&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though, because I'm living a life of grace&lt;br /&gt;And I'm accepting being slighted, forgotten, disliked&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I will be in Charleston soon and I will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, until then, I will be in St Andrews and that is where I&lt;br /&gt;Have always wanted to be. Tomorrow I'm going for a&lt;br /&gt;Walk on the beach and then I'm going to class and then I'm&lt;br /&gt;Going to dinner and then I'm going to bed&lt;br /&gt;The next day I'm packing and possibly walking some more and&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I am leaving&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for three weeks instead of two&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is good or bad, everything just is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4379220635661168907?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4379220635661168907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/theres-no-saving-me-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4379220635661168907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4379220635661168907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/theres-no-saving-me-at-all.html' title='There&apos;s No Saving Me, At All'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7895794354419618926</id><published>2011-12-14T22:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:04:52.567Z</updated><title type='text'>Safe And Warm And I Love You</title><content type='html'>But hey, you've&lt;br /&gt;Looked at this blog eight times in the&lt;br /&gt;Past day so I guess we're even&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7895794354419618926?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7895794354419618926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/safe-and-warm-and-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7895794354419618926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7895794354419618926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/safe-and-warm-and-i-love-you.html' title='Safe And Warm And I Love You'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2160531538470640789</id><published>2011-12-14T21:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:21:49.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Freshman Year</title><content type='html'>Mmm this merlot is as easy&lt;br /&gt;As grape juice&lt;br /&gt;(I have a little secret and I really hope that I&lt;br /&gt;Won't get too drunk and write it out on this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy&lt;br /&gt;About my flight change!!&lt;br /&gt;One more week in Charleston is&lt;br /&gt;One more week with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is eighth post I've published today&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're not bored of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2160531538470640789?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2160531538470640789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/freshman-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2160531538470640789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2160531538470640789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/freshman-year.html' title='Freshman Year'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5992513887293735660</id><published>2011-12-14T21:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:14:45.773Z</updated><title type='text'>I Know This Ain't What You Bargained For</title><content type='html'>There is some very good news on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I have changed my flight back to St Andrews&lt;br /&gt;From the second to the eighth of January&lt;br /&gt;That gives me&lt;br /&gt;One extra week with my favourite people in Charleston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;First, at least one bottle of wine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5992513887293735660?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5992513887293735660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-this-aint-what-you-bargained-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5992513887293735660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5992513887293735660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-this-aint-what-you-bargained-for.html' title='I Know This Ain&apos;t What You Bargained For'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7904511383988620925</id><published>2011-12-14T20:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:22:54.434Z</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up Your Feet</title><content type='html'>I might just go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;It is Wednesday, after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dinner, I have done two drawings&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying real hard to be good at something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;I feel okay right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7904511383988620925?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7904511383988620925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/pick-up-your-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7904511383988620925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7904511383988620925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/pick-up-your-feet.html' title='Pick Up Your Feet'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2794063021584881712</id><published>2011-12-14T17:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T17:10:09.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember That Time When Cursive Was Good</title><content type='html'>I love it when I get&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous calls from Hayley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky&lt;br /&gt;And I am loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for that third cup of tea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2794063021584881712?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5105530384897353970</id><published>2011-12-14T15:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:51:57.444Z</updated><title type='text'>She Said, I Wish You Could Get Over Him, But That's The Last Thing I Want To Do</title><content type='html'>I don't ever want the novelty to wear off&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so much more than forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5105530384897353970?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5105530384897353970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-said-i-wish-you-could-get-over-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5105530384897353970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5105530384897353970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-said-i-wish-you-could-get-over-him.html' title='She Said, I Wish You Could Get Over Him, But That&apos;s The Last Thing I Want To Do'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-7032270212687560876</id><published>2011-12-14T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:33:15.403Z</updated><title type='text'>There's More To Life Than Just To Live It, According To The Kinks</title><content type='html'>Mmmm mince pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be true that I have no real friends at St Andrews&lt;br /&gt;But at least I have mince pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tetris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-7032270212687560876?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/7032270212687560876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-just-to-dance-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7032270212687560876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/7032270212687560876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-just-to-dance-with-you.html' title='There&apos;s More To Life Than Just To Live It, According To The Kinks'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-6619736047040182554</id><published>2011-12-14T10:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:18:56.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity, Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Another. Failed. Mission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital. This is getting a little ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;I mean I understand there are cultural differences and&lt;br /&gt;Brits don't prescribe as freely as Americans but I have been&lt;br /&gt;Walking my two miles to the doctors' office every few weeks for the&lt;br /&gt;Past three months and every time I've said&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a medication change. I think I need something&lt;br /&gt;To help me concentrate&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling in Doctor Dustan&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Dustan will fix this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just one class today and I could skip it because&lt;br /&gt;I've been to every other one but&lt;br /&gt;It's the last art history tutorial before exams and I have a feeling&lt;br /&gt;We'll be discussing important things, et cetera&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, being a good student&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have a cup of tea first&lt;br /&gt;(Just let me have my coffee before you&lt;br /&gt;Take away&lt;br /&gt;The day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-6619736047040182554?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/6619736047040182554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/simplicity-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6619736047040182554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/6619736047040182554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/simplicity-hallelujah.html' title='Simplicity, Hallelujah'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-916045675797975770</id><published>2011-12-14T08:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:29:13.247Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Bliss</title><content type='html'>I now have had&lt;br /&gt;Two Christmas cards delivered to&lt;br /&gt;The door of LC3. One is from 'Santa' and&lt;br /&gt;One is from Issy, a sweet girl who lives&lt;br /&gt;On my floor. Also, the inevitable disapproval&lt;br /&gt;Came from the parents and it looks like I will be&lt;br /&gt;Living in University Hall next semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my next topic, pills&lt;br /&gt;I'm under the impression that if I get my&lt;br /&gt;Medication together everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;So cross your fingers for me, I'm off to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;In a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, today is Cayden's birthday and I&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what I got him last year. Shet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-916045675797975770?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/916045675797975770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/916045675797975770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/916045675797975770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-bliss.html' title='It&apos;s Bliss'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-455812544311010193</id><published>2011-12-13T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:47:23.094Z</updated><title type='text'>Two In A Row!! / This Is George Harrison Saying Happy Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I feel about&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles' Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;I do know, how I feel about&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens' Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I love them a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday, and it's almost over&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday and that is&lt;br /&gt;The day I go to the doctor and hopefully, finally&lt;br /&gt;Get some pills&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, provided it's not hurricaning outside&lt;br /&gt;I will take a walk in the morning and go to&lt;br /&gt;Classes in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I will pack my bags and on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;At five thirty in the morning, I will leave University Hall&lt;br /&gt;And I will go to the Edinburgh airport with&lt;br /&gt;Hayley and Beau Daen&lt;br /&gt;Four days seems like so looooong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-455812544311010193?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/455812544311010193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-in-row-this-is-george-harrison.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/455812544311010193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/455812544311010193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-in-row-this-is-george-harrison.html' title='Two In A Row!! / This Is George Harrison Saying Happy Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Happy Happy'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-3664781716633573844</id><published>2011-12-12T20:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:11:25.497Z</updated><title type='text'>One More Chance</title><content type='html'>I am shaking with excitement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-3664781716633573844?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/3664781716633573844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-more-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3664781716633573844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/3664781716633573844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-more-chance.html' title='One More Chance'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-5895539961587552528</id><published>2011-12-12T11:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:07:59.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Cement</title><content type='html'>I can't do this, and it's really disheartening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the library, at a desk covered in&lt;br /&gt;Books on the Brancacci Chapel&lt;br /&gt;I've added one footnote to my essay, something like&lt;br /&gt;Thirty words. I just want to know what happened&lt;br /&gt;To the person I used to be. I could&lt;br /&gt;Do work and be sociable, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, the phrase 'That which doesn't kill you&lt;br /&gt;Makes you stronger' makes about zero percent sense&lt;br /&gt;That which doesn't kill you, clearly makes you weaker&lt;br /&gt;Isn't is obvious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-5895539961587552528?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/5895539961587552528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/cement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5895539961587552528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/5895539961587552528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/cement.html' title='Cement'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-9044593934126447122</id><published>2011-12-12T09:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:13:37.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Born Secular</title><content type='html'>I have have have to do my essay today but I just can't&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go for a walk on the beach instead&lt;br /&gt;No! No no no! I must do my essay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is this&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday so I was able to take an index card down&lt;br /&gt;From my week-by-week calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's nine oh seven. I was supposed to start working&lt;br /&gt;By eight thirty. Maybe I'll go to the library and do work there&lt;br /&gt;Heeeellllpppp meeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-9044593934126447122?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/9044593934126447122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/born-secular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/9044593934126447122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/9044593934126447122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/born-secular.html' title='Born Secular'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-2782154294084801763</id><published>2011-12-11T22:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:50:33.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Piaf, Sparrow</title><content type='html'>I talked to Chloë and also to my mother&lt;br /&gt;And I made zero progress on my essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my iTunes on shuffle all&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon and evening&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit, I really like the&lt;br /&gt;Assortment of music I have on this computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you a question, but I'm trying to live in&lt;br /&gt;The way of grace - accepting being slighted&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten, disliked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you, I'm having a hard time not worrying&lt;br /&gt;Please talk to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-2782154294084801763?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/2782154294084801763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/piaf-sparrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2782154294084801763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/2782154294084801763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/piaf-sparrow.html' title='Piaf, Sparrow'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4121587714192890840</id><published>2011-12-11T16:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:39:47.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Living</title><content type='html'>Today I walked on the beach until&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see St Andrews anymore&lt;br /&gt;And then I walked more until my path was&lt;br /&gt;Obstructed by fences and things&lt;br /&gt;And then I climbed up on top of the dunes&lt;br /&gt;And found a bench to sit upon for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back here I&lt;br /&gt;Read through our old messages and&lt;br /&gt;I missed you even more (it's possible?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted and I'm also&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to write an essay&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4121587714192890840?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4121587714192890840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4121587714192890840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4121587714192890840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/living.html' title='Living'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-4912536166658571039</id><published>2011-12-10T21:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:06:35.787Z</updated><title type='text'>God Only Knows What I'd Be Without You</title><content type='html'>Remember that time when&lt;br /&gt;I made it so Sean Pennington couldn't read this blog for&lt;br /&gt;A whole summer? Thank God I'm&lt;br /&gt;More mature than that now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week is a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I made it to nine o'clock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-4912536166658571039?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/4912536166658571039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-only-knows-what-id-be-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4912536166658571039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/4912536166658571039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-only-knows-what-id-be-without-you.html' title='God Only Knows What I&apos;d Be Without You'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759849764324172676.post-391563599379919017</id><published>2011-12-10T20:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:53:04.212Z</updated><title type='text'>How Are You / It Should Be Obvious</title><content type='html'>I now truly know what it means&lt;br /&gt;To laugh and cry at the same time&lt;br /&gt;How could you possibly know&lt;br /&gt;That I sign my letters to people I really love, 'C'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5759849764324172676-391563599379919017?l=carolyncale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/feeds/391563599379919017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-are-you-it-should-be-obvious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/391563599379919017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5759849764324172676/posts/default/391563599379919017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolyncale.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-are-you-it-should-be-obvious.html' title='How Are You / It Should Be Obvious'/><author><name>Carolyn Guérard Cale</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107548766104443397886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5Ei7jNThHJ8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALU/F0nqlSGJMTo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
