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  <updated>2007-11-27T06:25:43Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:31195</id>
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    <title>MUSICAL</title>
    <published>2007-11-27T06:25:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-27T06:25:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As you may know, I am performing in Yellow Tape Construction Company's "The Ultimate Christmas Musical, the Musical".  The show opens this week and runs Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays at 8 pm at the new Salvage Vanguard Theater (2803 Manor Road), until December 22.  The show is a lot of goofy fun, but it is definitely a little off-color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are usually $15, but on Friday, November 30, or Thursday, December 6 show up with your current student ID and it'll be only $10.  Plus -- it's BYOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Christmas Musical, the Musical&lt;br /&gt;(www.yellowtape.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one little boy loses the Spirit of Christmas, his disbelief sends the North Pole into chaos — Rudolph is a diva, the elves are disenfranchised, and Santa has suddenly started growing old! Can Frosty the Snowman and his sidekick, Soniyeve — the pluckiest elf of all — possibly save Christmas before it’s too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note: this show contains some grown-up language and humor that might make it inappropriate for kids under 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 29 through December 22&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm&lt;br /&gt;at the new Salvage Vanguard Theater</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:24577</id>
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    <title>Since all my live journal friends are improvisers...</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T01:49:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T01:49:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...i will not ask for you to vote for GGG or Junk in the austin chronicle's reader's poll.  however, would you vote for mojo kickball for best sport?  it would mean so much to me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:8950</id>
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    <title>fooled me</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T22:33:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T22:33:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i expected today to be the start of my break.  and i needed it to be, as i am currently frustrated as hell with math.  but after a 2 hour meeting with my advisor yesterday, she drops the bomb that we should meet next week.  awesome.  so i'm at quacks trying to work, but all i want to do is do a crossword puzzle and play basketball.  and eric's really busy this week, and i'm feeling sad that i can't spend much time with him, even though i finally have the time.  i value my independence above almost anything else, so i feel kind of like a douche that i don't want to go see a movie by myself tonight.  BUT I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:8665</id>
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    <title>hypo</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T10:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T10:16:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">argh.  i just started taking birth control tonight.  i let myself get worried about it all evening...would i have side effects, is it safe, etc.  now i am having a sharp chest pain that is almost certainly anxiety related but i don't know for sure and now i can't sleep and i have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow and i hate the fact that i am back in this position.  i thought this crap was under control.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:8234</id>
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    <title>ran</title>
    <published>2006-12-09T22:05:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-09T22:05:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i officially decided that i am going to run the 3m half marathon in january.  running this race had been something of a tradition for me (if two years in a row constitutes tradition).  last year, health problems precluded my beloved way to spend an early january morning.  i went for a successful 8 mile run today, so i decided that i can do it.  PLUS, the course goes right in front of my house.  this really doesn't matter that much, but roxie likes to sit on the ottoman in front of the window and look out, so i can wave to her as i run by.  when i was little, my mom used to run the erie marathon which went right in front of my great great aunt's house.  so i would go and sit out on the porch and cheer for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggg goes to see diamond smugglers tonight.  we very rarely get to spend non-business time together as a group, so i am super excited :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:7962</id>
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    <title>binding</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T03:17:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T03:17:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blackalicious</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i cannot get bounds.  each path that seems fruitful leads me back to the trivial bounds that i already know.  my coauthor is in town until friday, and we decided we should finish our problem this week.  posting to my journal is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does alpha^2-beta*gamma have a sign?????  i don't know :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:7792</id>
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    <title>andreay85 @ 2006-11-20T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T01:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-21T01:59:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i fell off my bike right onto my hip.  i broke the pedal clean off.  i am sore and i can't take my pants off without screaming in pain.  barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a bad but admittedly catchy song by a band i don't like but admittedly used to like when i first met my best friend jason is in my head, due to the parody that ggg just recorded of it.  i did my best impersonation of the lead singer, which was actually fun and which actually sounds kind of good.  i will make my living in a top 40's cover band.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:7499</id>
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    <title>andreay85 @ 2006-11-09T23:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-10T04:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-10T04:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just finished thursday night geometry dinner with several math professors and a post doc.  i don't often go to thursday night dinners, bc i often have shows.  but i knew the visitor this week, so i went.  it was a very yummy time at vivo.  why do i love the salsa so much?!?  its so good, i don't yearn for queso.  this was going to be a parenthetical until i realized it was the most important part of the paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i should do work bc i didn't actually do, talk, or think about math at dinner.  however, all i want to do is write bad jokes on the forum and send dumb emails to remind people about things.  i call myself a night person, but i haven't been able to work late any night this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wimp.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:7272</id>
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    <title>vitriol</title>
    <published>2006-10-23T19:54:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-23T19:54:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate it when someone you used to be close with and maybe even used to almost love but then you stopped because of a certain thing about them that was intolerable but then you are still affiliated with them and they do something that reminds you of why you decided not to be with them and it pisses you off way more than it would if it was anyone else doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talking about my goddamn thesis.  but i might as well be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i love rap.  i want to know more about it.  i want to be an expert and when people meet me at math conferences or in the grocery store, they will be shocked at what i know and how i flow.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:6987</id>
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    <title>hmm</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T01:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T01:04:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blackalicious</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i feel not quite right.  like a little too anxious or a little too needy or a little too irritated.  and there's really no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want answers.  not emotions.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:6671</id>
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    <title>andreay85 @ 2006-09-26T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T21:52:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-26T21:52:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm THISCLOSE to submitting my first paper for publication.  yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who was working on something i thought was just similar to my thesis actually proved something THISCLOSE to what i was trying to do.  fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating trail mix does not make my stomach stop growling.  teaching at 5 makes me HUNGRRRRY.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:6488</id>
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    <title>nice</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T04:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T04:05:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>myself singing select tunes from the drowsy chaperone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it just occurred to me that i am the happiest i've been in a long time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:6168</id>
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    <title>mathketball</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T05:22:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T05:22:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have been playing basketball with math people almost weekly for a little over a year.  in this time, many injuries have occured:  a chipped cheekbone, 5 or so broken fingers (2 were mine!), torn ligaments, and a healthy number of bumps and bruises.  but none have been so gory as the one tonight.  one of the organizers of the conference i am at (and for the record, one of my mathematical heroes) and his student (for the record, the guy i was supposed to go drinking with tonight) collided in such a way as to lodge player a's glasses deep into the above-eye-areas of both players.  fortunately they are both ok.  but the blood.  oh the bloody bloody blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is bball always this rough?  or are mathematicians just more injury prone than other subsets of the populace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/14000/14395_w.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:5958</id>
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    <title>grump</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T01:56:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T01:56:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am in a fowl foul fawhl mood.  landlord 1 says i can't move out.  and that i have to put my dog somewhere else.  and that i have to be around next week to make sure she's not there.  and that i have to move on august 1.  i arrive back into town at 11 pm on july 31.  and i have nowhere to put dog.  and i can't afford to pay rent at both places for the full month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most frustrating thing is this is all my fault.  because i am disorganized and dragged my feet on saying i was leaving and not realizing that my renewed lease was for august 1 (not august 15 which was when i moved in 3 years ago).  so if i get fucked, i guess i deserve it.  at least that's what my friend told me when i called him in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akf;dls djksl;aj weio ei;ljkasl;jkl;ajklfjkljkl;fasdjkl;fasjklfasdjklasdfjkl;asdfjkl;asdfjkl;asdfjkl;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:5875</id>
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    <title>douchebag</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T05:23:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T05:23:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have a best friend.  he gets embarrassed when i am drunk and swear.  i am hanging out with boys from my first year of grad school.  the last time we all hung out was the summer after our first year when we were studying for prelims and were afraid that we would fail and flunk out of grad school and would get wasted on bacardi and coke and pretend to do kungfu but i would get bruised before family trips bc i bruise easily.  there is a first year here.  he is studying for algebra and topology.  he is sober.  and younger than my younger brother.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:5570</id>
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    <title>the quest for balance</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T22:07:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T22:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am never good at striking any sort of balance in my life.  the whole month of april and beginning of may, i basically did math without stopping.  i attended other events, but my thoughts were always on crosscurvature flow.  now its improv.  this week i have done 5 shows, 2 rehearsals and 1 workshop.  the workshop was with mac and it was fantastic.  i don't know what it is, but he creates a magical space.  most of the most satisfying, compelling scenes i've done have been in his workshops.  and i felt very connected with the other workshop members, only one of whom do i perform with on a regular basis.  he is a magician.  a macgician.  i am not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxie has chewed up a great many things recently, i think bc i have been busy.  she keeps heightening her destruction.  the latest casualty was my friend's credit card and book that i was supposed to return for him while he was in china.  he does not know his credit card was destroyed.  he will come back on friday with his other credit card undoubtably maxed out and will be very very mad at me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:5357</id>
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    <title>home again</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T04:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T04:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my apartment is messy, my dog is sleepy, i have a headache and a pimple on my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO glad to be home.  pittsburgh was full of fun.  playing with my nephew, watching cable tv, and reading borderline junky novels.  berkeley was full of math, women, and women in math.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the barrage of improv in june.  so many shows.  i'm taking an acting class at ut (much to the chagrin of my adviser).  no teaching this summer means that i will work on fun projects math related and non math related.  mmmmmm.</content>
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    <title>math good</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T05:22:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T05:22:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i did so much math today that my eyes are crossing and my heart is racing.  i finally found someone to talk about ricci flow with.  he wants to prove some topological result using cross curvature flow.  i get to do computations.  that ostensibly i can make progress with.  fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i booked my flights for pittsburgh and berkeley.  my nephew walks now.  the last time i saw him, he was boring and drooly.  i am going to be in berkeley for almost a week, including one conference-free day.  it will be weird to go back there, considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxie needs a pedicure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:4637</id>
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    <title>everybody needs to get laid</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T05:33:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T05:33:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the ggg song is stuck in my head.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">girls show tonight.  premiered our NEW scripted opening song "girls, girls, girls".  unveiled our new improvised opening format "pan right, pan left".  had a rip-roaring raunchy show.  i played a vibrator (for the record, sara farr thought i was the energizer bunny.)  shana sang a song about spooge.  there was a gang bang.  fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the geometry festival, i played with many math boys.  i made dirty jokes.  they laughed.  i like being the only girl sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i will talk to my postdoc friend about cross-curvature flow.  i will have a headache.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andreay85:4405</id>
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    <title>livejournal + internet explorer==me crazy</title>
    <published>2006-03-31T06:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-31T06:24:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">NOTE:  i typed a post but my browser got glitched and shut down.  i turned it back on and this was the draft livejournal had autosaved.  this was not what i typed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave for PA in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  m in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  f in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding to go to  in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including: 2- in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including:  friend ryan from college, mathe in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including:  friend ryan from college, famous mathematician whose "trick" i use to prove my  in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including:  friend ryan from college, famous mathematician whose "trick" i use to prove my only official result, 2-4 boys i have made out  in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including:  friend ryan from college, famous mathematician whose "trick" i use to prove my only official result, 2-4 boys i have made out with, dead bodies  in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including:  friend ryan from college, famous mathematician whose "trick" i use to prove my only official result, 2-4 boys i have made out with, dead art bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the thursday show at the hideout.  it was funny.  there were a lot of race jokes.  i used to be uncomfortable with that.  now i'm not.  but i think a lot non-comedians are.  i'm having a hard time reconciling my sense of humor with my politics.  in 5 hours and 14 minutes.  going to conferences is my favorite thing about math.  free money to go to other cities.  i wish i could apply for VIGRE funding next year when the girls go on tour.  at this conference i will see many people, including:  friend ryan from college, famous mathematician whose "trick" i use to prove my only official result, 2-4 boys i have made out with, dead art bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes.</content>
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    <title>sick</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T19:26:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-17T19:26:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>iron and wine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">boohoo.  i'm sick.  this year is the first year since i've lived in austin that i didn't get a sxsw wristband.  i was convinced that i would be able to get my fill of free music at day shows which are typically more fun than showcases anyway.  i still think this is true.  but i feel like poo and didn't go to any shows yesterday.  i'm going to drag my ass to red's scoot inn for some goodness.  (although the bands i really want to see play after i have to be at the hideout.)  tomorrow i will got to the i eat records (jason's label) day show at spiderhouse and then at night will go to the secretly canadian/jagjaguwar showcase. i really will.  i will feel well enough for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggg does a musical tonight.  looks like we are going to be short some folks.  i tend to prefer doing shows with a smaller cast so i am Excited.</content>
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    <title>burnt chocolate chip cookies (vegan and wheat-free)</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T06:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T06:59:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none my cd player is broken</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this sums up my evening.  meeting with advisor tomorrow.  she wants L^2 estimates.  i have 3 or 4 different (not equivalent) versions of the same equation.  so many indices that my eyes are crossing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been pondering more important things.  like what if there really were fart clown glasses or clown fart glasses or clown glasses fart.  they would look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magicity.com/images/giant_glasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of spraying water, they would spray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://revengeunlimited.com/catalog/images/fartsp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR they would be the glasses worn by this gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aggiecorps.org/home/former/distinguished/political/perry.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend i went to a movie with a boy.  we argued about feminism.  his shoulders have distracted me in class every day this week.  i think we are just buddies.  sparf.</content>
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    <title>andreay85 @ 2006-02-10T14:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T20:42:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T20:42:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>decemberists</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the girls kicked off our ggg performance bootcamp last night to a nearly empty house.  the thursday show is taking longer to build momentum than we thought, although we didn't do much to advertise for it, as we are trying to promote our valentine's day extravaganza.  we are premiering a new format--the improvised romantic comedy (in musical form, of course), although last night's show definitely had that flavor.  we are premiering ANOTHER new format next saturday night at carousel lounge--our improvised cabaret.  our ball and chain pat will be out of town so we have a sweet young thang matt playing with us.  he is great.  finally, we are performing the fronterafest wildcard matinee on saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christrew.com totally hooked us up with a riproaring trailer.  link will go HERE as soon as its on our website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my math friends solved a big unsolved problem today, which is fantastic for him.  but i'm feeling a little inadequate.  my thesis work is more on considering a particular setting and seeing if i can discover anything interesting about it.  its not so clean as having a specific problem to solve.  nor is it immediately obvious that the math world is going to care about what i'm doing.  arggh.  i hope my whole life as a researcher isn't fraught with such trivial petty insecurities.</content>
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    <title>alone in rlm</title>
    <published>2006-02-08T03:38:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T03:41:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sleater kinney</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm the only person here.  the only lonely moaningly person in rlm tonight.  except for the cleaning people who scared me because i had my headphones on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently trying to prove a bbs-type estimate (bernstein-bando-shi) for one of my curvature terms.  but i have a stupid stupid bratty pompous overfed self-centered drama queen grad R*grad F*F term that won't be controlled.  not even by the maximum principle.  stupid unruly term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH but ggg made wildcard for fronterafest.  hiphiphooray.  and we are doing a show on v-day which will save me the trouble of glaring at my couply-inclined friends when they ask me if i have any plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was someone here to talk to.  lalalalala.  even the guy across the hall who hacks and sneezes and harrumphs unceasingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my fingers are officially broken.  another math guy broke his jaw in the im bball game and another one got a fat lip.  i was not responsible.  nor can i play for 6 weeks.  blabbetyblabbetyblabbety.</content>
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    <title>broken fingers</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T22:08:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T22:08:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i might have.  or else they are jammed really fucking good.  every sunday i play basketball with math boys.  i'm the only girl.  someone usually gets hurt and the game goes on.  today i got hurt and everyone stood around and looked uncomfortable.  i tried to get back in the game but they were letting me take shots they never would have on another day.  so i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my fingers really hurt.</content>
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