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travors:

The Auld Dubliner Irish Pub filled an 8-foot-tall...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktmnkrjgz71qz4aeko1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The Auld Dubliner Irish Pub filled an 8-foot-tall glass with 430 gallons of Guinness stout on Saturday, trying to getting into the Guinness Book of World Records (via &lt;a href="http://www.ocregister.com/news/guinness-220626-glass-auld.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orange County Register&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;:O&lt;br/&gt;I…. I can’t speak…&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;GUH WANT.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255939154</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255939154</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:51:28 -0500</pubDate><category>thank you alcohol</category></item><item><title>
thedailywhat: Fold-In of the Day: Juvenile? No doubt. Eminently...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktmkp03qoI1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedw.us/post/255846220/fold-in-of-the-day-juvenile-no-doubt-eminently" target="_blank"&gt;thedailywhat&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Fold-In of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; Juvenile? No doubt. Eminently twilarious? And then some. [&lt;a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/a7k3t/no_photoshop_necessary_twilight/" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Definitely made me grin.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255905795</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255905795</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:11:50 -0500</pubDate><category>twilight</category></item><item><title>I have good reason to be excited for the coming quarter, for being back in Savannah. A reason that...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have good reason to be excited for the coming quarter, for being back in Savannah. A reason that has nothing to do with SCAD or classes or art or anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;PATIENCE.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255373205</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255373205</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:14:19 -0500</pubDate><category>life</category></item><item><title>

heisjealousforme: Every so often, I get this sinking feeling...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktegu6LX451qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://heisjealousforme.tumblr.com/post/255280361/every-so-often-i-get-this-sinking-feeling-in-the" target="_blank"&gt;heisjealousforme&lt;/a&gt;: Every so often, I get this sinking feeling in the middle of my chest. It’s like hope, and terror; worry and confusion and sadness electrified and melted together. It’s like, for that single moment, my soul loses its identity, and my body loses my mind. And then afterward, I find myself shaking my head and feeling like my heart just skipped a beat, like my pulse tripped over itself, and my lungs forgot to breathe. And then everything goes back to normal. And I still have no idea who I am.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://theavant-gardeplaylist.tumblr.com/post/255303280/heisjealousforme-every-so-often-i-get-this" target="_blank"&gt;theavant-gardeplaylist&lt;/a&gt;: Real Talk&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255371518</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255371518</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:12:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-22)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/thejadeness/charts?charttype=weekly&amp;date_to=1258891200"&gt;My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-22)&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;ol&gt;
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&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Denison+Witmer"&gt;Denison Witmer (33)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Sigur+R%C3%B3s"&gt;Sigur Rós (28)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Sufjan+Stevens"&gt;Sufjan Stevens (19)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Chopin"&gt;Frédéric Chopin (11)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/The+Sheds"&gt;The Sheds (11)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Imported from &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://joelaz.com/post/23488847/last-fm-tumblr-weekly-top-artists"&gt;Last.fm Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://joelaz.com"&gt;JoeLaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255249499</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255249499</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:06:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>paris je t'aime</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sickofthesouth.tumblr.com/post/255227634/paris-je-taime" target="_blank"&gt;sickofthesouth&lt;/a&gt;: Paris, Je T’aime&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May is the perfect time of year to visit Paris. The beginning of early summer means flowers in bloom, gorgeous weather, and even better, the locals come out to play. Paris has been the capitol of high fashion, fine art, and exquisite dining for time out of mind, and 2008 was no exception. As a poor college student I could by no means afford the jetsetting life in Paris, but that doesn’t mean I missed out on inspecting the finer things in life while I was there. While many with larger budgets may be attracted to L’Hotel (famous for playing host to the death of Oscar Wilde!), me and mine stayed in the slightly more disheveled but infinitely complex Hotel Brebant, a hotel originally built in 1800 that has since expanded onto the upper floors of the rest of the buildings on the block, giving it uneven floor levels, twisting, strange corridors, salons where one would least expect them, and on the whole, a charming Hogwarts-esque feel that infinitely amused me. The rooms were larger than I expected, the bathrooms clean, and the balconies an unexpected surprise. The staff played exasperated but patient host to our student group, and I would gladly return there. The Grands Boulevards Metro is entrance practically right outside the hotel front door, giving easy access to the rest of the city.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My day as a Parisian started simply. We met as a group in the hotel restaurant around 8.30am for coffee, fruit, hot chocolate (the best hot chocolate I have ever tasted, by the way), and croissants before planning out our day. From there it was a quick hop, skip, and a jump to the Metro, and we were off. The first day, as a forced adjustment to the new time zone, our group took a walking tour around some of the more famous sites in Paris. Unfortunately I, whom usually holds herself an experienced international traveler, stumbled through most of the tour in a sleepy fugue, pausing long enough to fall asleep standing up in front of Monet’s house. The blue door on his house is about the most distinctive thing I remember about that day. Fortunately, I fared better on other days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For many, the art museums in Paris are temples to the Muses and shrines to the artists, sculptors, and painters the Western world holds in the highest regard, but I toured a handful of them while I was in the city. The Musee D’Orsay, a fabulous museum of modern art set in an old train station, was probably my favorite, housing a glorious collection of Art Deco furniture. The Rodin Museum, housing collections of his marble and bronze works, as well as several pieces by Camille Claudel, is set in his house in Paris, and between the collections in the house and in the fabulous gardens, it is well worth spending an afternoon there. The Pompidou Centre houses France’s collection of modern art on its 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floors as well as the Bibliothèque publique d’information, a vast public library, and the building itself is an absolute architectural marvel. Outside the Pompidou, in the Place Georges Pompidou, there is an open plaza which often hosts street performers, artists, and musicians&lt;a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;[1]&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And of course, there is the Louvre. The palace itself is simply mind-boggling in size, and to understand the vast amount of art and history it houses is almost too much to comprehend. In an entire day I and my friend Colin could not get through just one section of the building. Directly across from the Louvre are the Tuileries, a beautiful area of gardens used by the visiting nobility when the Louvre was but a lowly hunting lodge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are, of course, many other attractions that Paris is famous for. No visit would be complete without seeing the Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysees, or Notre Dame. For religious skeptics such as myself, Notre Dame still stands as a powerful reminder of the influence religion held over the past two millennia over art, music, architecture, history, and politics. For myself, the best part about visiting the Ile d’la Cite was discovering a tiny bookstore located across the street from Notre Dame. Shakespeare and Company books stands proudly at Kilometer Zero, the exact center of Paris. An English language bookstore founded in 1951 by American George Whitman, it has served as a home, haven, and hotel to over 50,000 people since it opened, including Henry Miller and Alan Ginsberg. &lt;a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;[2]&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parisians also love their food. We dined late every night at several different small cafes throughout Paris, as no native will eat dinner before 8pm and many do not start until later than that. Dinner is a social affair, a time to meet up with friends, grab a bottle of wine, and chat, usually until late in the evening. Three course meals with a paired wine for about 20€, a very reasonable price for such excellent food, are the normal method of dining out, with a list of selections for each course. Breakfast is of course coffee, chocolate, juice, milk, fruit, and croissants. Lunch is a different affair. You can grab a crepe from a street vendor, or a sandwich for about 5€. These are not little sandwiches either. Usually a foot-long baguette is filled with standard combinations (ham and cold swiss was pretty prevalent) or some not-so-standard (ham and butter. Surprisingly tasty!). While most Parisians still do their shopping in the markets, going to separate shoppes for bread, meat, cheese, and fruit, smaller grocery stores are starting to catch on. Stores like these sell pre-packaged sandwiches that my mouth still waters thinking about. Smoked salmon and cream cheese on soft flatbread and ham and brie are only two of the sandwiches I sampled, and as they were very reasonably priced, I would recommend these as an option if someone needs to pick something up on the go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paris is an absolutely glorious city. There is truly no place on earth to rival it and its inhabitants passion for all of the finer things in life. You cannot take a single step through the city without understanding the vast expanse of the history beneath you and the enormous social, political, religious, and historical forces that have shaped this city into one of the crown jewels of Western Europe. Do yourself a favor and visit, and I promise by the end of your time there you too will say, “Paris, Je T’aime!”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;[1]&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.centrepompidouparis.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.centrepompidouparis.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.centrepompidouparis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;[2]&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.shakespeareandcompany.com/index.php?categories=113:1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shakespeareandcompany.com/index.php?categories=113:1" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.shakespeareandcompany.com/index.php?categories=113:1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;travel article i wrote for hurlow. due tomorrow. sucks.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Does not suck! I sighed deeply and audibly at least five times, and teared up a little when you mentioned Brebant. I must stay at Brebant againnnnnnnnn &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255234243</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/255234243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:53:21 -0500</pubDate><category>friends</category></item><item><title>

theavant-gardeplaylist: oscarzabala: Does anyone recognize...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktknxeCq8w1qzd9epo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://theavant-gardeplaylist.tumblr.com/post/254715168/oscarzabala-does-anyone-recognize-this-store" target="_blank"&gt;theavant-gardeplaylist&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://oscarzabala.tumblr.com/post/254709869/does-anyone-recognize-this-store" target="_blank"&gt;oscarzabala&lt;/a&gt;: Does anyone recognize this store?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Looks like American Eagle, Urban Outfitters, and Hodge Podge had an incredibly wild and regretful night.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254736004</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254736004</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:39:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Dedicated to Luke. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktksqvHPmW1qz7dlvo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dedicated to Luke. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254589040</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254589040</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:59:19 -0500</pubDate><category>comics</category><category>geek</category></item><item><title>
thedailywhat: OH SH- of the Day: Sarah Palin and her...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktjre5kWXn1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedw.us/post/253987867/oh-sh-of-the-day-sarah-palin-and-her" target="_blank"&gt;thedailywhat&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;b&gt;OH SH- of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;Sarah Palin and her doppelganger divide by zero &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2840850&amp;op=1&amp;view=all&amp;subj=178313593434&amp;aid=-1&amp;auser=0&amp;oid=178313593434&amp;id=24718773587" target="_blank"&gt;at a November 19 &lt;i&gt;Going Rogue&lt;/i&gt; book signing&lt;/a&gt; in Noblesville, IN.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[&lt;a href="http://digg.com/world_news/Sarah_Palin_meets_her_double_at_a_book_signing" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I think I’m going to be sick.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254060010</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254060010</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:49:16 -0500</pubDate><category>things that are awful</category><category>politics</category></item><item><title>HOKAY THEN.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Alright, it’s official: I AM ALIVE AND WELL.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard called me and said that he just didn’t get a chance to get into the office on Friday, so he just wanted to make sure my project was there - NOT that it was inexplicably missing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That being said… my quarter is shaping up to be all As (possibly one B, depending on how he grades that project… I’m right on the border of A and B in that class though).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ll be getting back into the swing of things Tumblr-wise soon, though. I’ve missed you guys! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254056147</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/254056147</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:44:38 -0500</pubDate><category>life</category><category>tumblr</category></item><item><title>Got home this morning. Everything was going well until I checked my SCAD email:

JadeDid you drop of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Got home this morning. Everything was going well until I checked my SCAD email:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Jade&lt;br/&gt;Did you drop of your final project in my office on Friday?&lt;br/&gt;Richard&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Um. Yes. Yes I did. And if it’s not there… I don’t even want to think about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Could everyone just say a couple (thousand) quick prayers for me real quick? Because I’m about to throw up.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/253406307</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/253406307</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:47:48 -0500</pubDate><category>school</category></item><item><title>
kindacarsick: I have a really strong urge to approach my finals...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktd29gwCOk1qz8flyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kindacarsick.com/post/249679308" target="_blank"&gt;kindacarsick&lt;/a&gt;: I have a really strong urge to approach my finals with this sort of attitude.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249684763</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249684763</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:51:15 -0500</pubDate><category>school</category></item><item><title>4am sleep deprivation coping rant.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have figured out the problem with colleges. It’s so incredibly stupid that every class puts so much weight on final projects! Think about it: you have a full course load, and then at the very end of the quarter, when you’re already exhausted beyond belief, ALL of your classes tell you at the exact same time that you have one last project to do for each of them. But instead of being worth around 10% like every other project you’ve had so far, this last project, for WHATEVER REASON, is going to be worth a quarter of your grade! So while you’re mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted, probably sleep deprived and starving, you need to be able to balance at least three gigantic projects over the course of maybe two weeks - two weeks &lt;i&gt;if you’re lucky&lt;/i&gt; - and make them as good or better than every other project so far. Does this make sense to ANYONE?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249477988</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249477988</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:19:00 -0500</pubDate><category>school</category></item><item><title>accurate.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktcjwt9ksy1qz7dlvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;accurate.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249437452</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249437452</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:07:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I have a had a fantastic night. Becks’s friend Matt came over and made lamb and vegetarian...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have a had a fantastic night. Becks’s friend Matt came over and made lamb and vegetarian crepes and scallop hors d’oeuvres and they were PHENOMENAL. And Megan baked me a cake, and Sarah and Abigail came over, and everyone sang happy birthday, and Megan and Becks had gotten together and bought me Sigur Rós’s “Með Suð í Eyrum við Spilum Endalaust”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I’ve decided that a single class does not define me, and that spending time with people I love and care about is what matters most. I will be awake all night working on this project… but if it doesn’t get done, then it just doesn’t get done. I tried. I tried hard. And I’m okay and I accept the outcome. Even if I get the first C (in a class) of my life, I will live.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This may be the wine talking. But you know, sometimes the wine is right.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, someone today told me that I had a “Zooey Deschanel vibe,” apropos to nothing, so there’s that.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249258434</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/249258434</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:37:00 -0500</pubDate><category>life</category><category>school</category><category>friends</category></item><item><title>GPOYW: It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cry if I Want To...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktbtxrXOaP1qz7dlvo1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;GPOYW: It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cry if I Want To edition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
My friends are coming over tonight and Becks’s chef friend Matt is going to cook this awesome vegetarian birthday dinner for us and we’re going to drink wine and have a really wonderful time, and I am NOT going to let one stupid class ruin my birthday!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(BTW, I’m wearing my Studio 3 final project. It’s pretty BA if you ask me. It’s a locket, and I LOVE IT.) &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248886445</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248886445</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:46:00 -0500</pubDate><category>life</category></item><item><title>So I went and met with my professor about this final project that I’ve been working crazy hard...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So I went and met with my professor about this final project that I’ve been working crazy hard on that’s due tomorrow morning. I met with him because it didn’t look right and I wasn’t really sure what I was doing wrong… well it turns out I did basically everything wrong. And I have to start over. Completely. Not just like, erase some stuff, but like, get yourself a new sheet of paper and sharpen your pencils and start from scratch over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cried the whole way home. I hate art school.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248746471</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248746471</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:15:16 -0500</pubDate><category>life</category></item><item><title>THANK YOU for this. I think right now I needed to hear at least...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/cty5iPsh2kopz5tl1yeAqV13o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANK YOU for this. I think right now I needed to hear at least 2/3 of these points. I WILL GET IT DONE.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248641303</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248641303</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:55:49 -0500</pubDate><category>school</category></item><item><title>Ways that I did not intend on spending my last day as a 22 year old:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;+ Getting pulled over and ticketed for not wearing my seatbelt at 7:30 in the morning (I was on my way to a class that was two blocks away!)&lt;br/&gt;+ Running out of gas on the side of the road (no excuse for that one, really)&lt;br/&gt;+ Coming home to my street being blocked off because a tree fell on my neighbor’s car (I then decided that I was not, in fact, having the worst car day ever)&lt;br/&gt;+ Realizing I’d lost my credit card somewhere between the gas station and my house (the bank called this morning to let me know that someone had found it and called them about it… so at least no one spent any money!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, that sounds like a terrible day, right? I’m having a pretty good day today though… I mean, it’s my freaking birthday, how can I not be in a good mood?? Plus W.A. sent me a text at midnight saying “Happy Birthday, am I the first??” which was pretty awesome. And I went to Primary and found the ellipse templates I needed to finish this project, AND I got an eggnog latte and a POLAR BEAR SUGAR COOKIE from Starbucks. Tonight my friends are coming over and one of Becks’s friends is cooking us all dinner and then we’re going to the chocolate bar &lt;i&gt;later&lt;/i&gt; later for a few drinks. And then I’ll be probably staying up all night working on the project that’s due at 8 in the morning… SO CLOSE TO BEING OVER!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But for now, YAY FOR BEING 23!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248631635</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248631635</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:42:56 -0500</pubDate><category>life</category></item><item><title>
thedailywhat: Promo Poster of the Day: First official Lost...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt9x8m87nL1qzpwi0o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedw.us/post/247622351/promo-poster-of-the-day-first-official-lost" target="_blank"&gt;thedailywhat&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Promo Poster of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; First official &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt; Season 6 promo poster.&lt;br/&gt;Notably absent: Walt.&lt;a href="http://www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/LOST_Y6_AdArt_Vert_NoABC.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Embiggen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.sl-lost.com/2009/11/17/new-official-lost-season-6-poster/" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I definitely accidentally ruined Lost for a friend today in the studio. I thought she was further along than thaaaaaaat!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248065481</link><guid>http://eastling.tumblr.com/post/248065481</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 23:37:09 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
