<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1" ?>
<rss version="0.91">
  <channel>
    <title>arias loft</title>
    <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/</link>
    <description>arias loft blog</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:30:01 PDT</lastBuildDate>
    <generator>http://www.blogdrive.com</generator>
    <copyright>Copyright 2007.</copyright>
    <category>Teens</category>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Books</category>
    <item>
      <title>Dear Customers,</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 17:27:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>     First, I guess I should thank you for shopping here.  Although I don't understand what you could possibly be going to do with ninety percent of what you buy, or why you think that buying something for the sole reason that it's only a dollar, or two for three dollars, of five ninety nine will save you money, if there weren't so very many of you , they wouldn't have felt the need to hire me, and while I would have a summer, I would also have another fifteen hundred dollars in college loans.  So I guess it's for the best.   
     That said, I would like to remind you that those of us who... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=73</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Summer Adventure</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/72.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 04:39:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>           
    Yesterday I finally had summer.  After a month of seeing no one and willing myself to clean up after lazy people for hours on end, I went to a graduation party.  Of course, it took great strength of will to tear myself away from the last Harry Potter book, but after chapter twenty-eight I managed it, and headed over to the graduation party of one of my not-so-close friends.  Well, one of my best friends outside of my closest circle.  I hope I’m making sense.
            I got there and it seemed that no one was there yet.  That was due mainly to the incredibly long driveway.... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=72</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>My Bandwagons</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/71.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:32:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I am now officially American.  Or maybe Finnish.  Nah, it’s not a Nokia.  Heh.  Anyway, I got my cell phone Friday, and am maybe just a tiny bitty bit obsessed with it.  I did have to figure out all the features with minimal reading of the instruction manual.  Never mind that only my best friend has called me, or even has my number.  The possibility is there.
            Actually, if I’m completely honest, one of the reasons that I got it before I left for college was that I thought it might make my summer better, you know, if my friends could get ahold of me easily to see if I’m available... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=71</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>What, this is Summer?</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/70.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 17:11:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>     It's pretty hard to tell right now.  The weather is crazy, like we're going through a whole year every week.  And it's probably the first time in my life that I want summer to be over, and it to be time to go to school.  Why? Because this summer is, well, just not summer.  I got a job, and while that was something I expected, it's messing up life a lot more than I thought it would.  And it's not the greatest job either.  OK, I don't share the attitude of many  of my co-workers that it's a horrible place to work and I should go look for something else immediatly.  But it's hard to know if... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=70</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>The End of an Era...and Computer Madness</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/69.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 14:30:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>      Well, I'm sitting here right now a free woman.  OK, maybe that's a bit dramatic.  Really though, high school is over.  Forever.  I graduate a week from tomorrow.  It's been forever and no time at all.  I've been here for most of it, even if most of that time it was sporadic.  I'm not really sure what I want to say about it, other than it's over.  There will be a few things I miss - band, writing club and drama club and MasterMinds (all of which were only started this year, a few friends - but mostly, I'm not sad to see it go.  People in high school are so silly.  And it's all about the... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=69</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>And they count down....</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/68.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 16:27:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>       Driving along a highway, going home from somewhere - I don't remember what - and we were coming to the end.  We were passing mile markers, getting lower with every one. 5.1...5.0...4.9..........1.3........0.2......and we were coming to the end.  Approaching home after a trip, seeing signs of getting closer every few seconds and the car just keeps carrying me on, it always feels like something else is coming to an end, as the mile markers count it down. 
     Senior year is winding up now.  We've passed three report cards that, like those green signs on the highway, mark progress... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=68</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Move your feet...</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/67.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:07:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Well, I have a little blurby for you, wrote it a couple of days ago, so the Saturday that is referenced is last week. Enjoy.  (or maybe not...)
     I had a swim meet on Saturday, didn't do too well, but with the amount of practice we have, that's not all that surprising, and also not what I really want to talk about.  See, after the meet, the food was all closed up and I was quite hungry, so we stopped at Panera on the way home.  (Now you're all &quot;mmmmm-Panera&quot;, right?  just wait, it's not so pretty)  We were sitting and eating and a family comes up to this table, where someone else has left... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=67</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Nearly Halfway and Empty</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/66.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 18:36:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>     Nearly Halfway through the first month of the year.  Nearly Halfway through the last year of high school.  I'm not sure of the specific significance, but I can't help but feel as though it's there.  Maybe &quot;nearly halfway&quot; makes it seem as if we're just waiting, trying to hold on untill truely halfway, and the end.  So often that's what it seems like.  So often I wish I could have graduated last year.  But there were &quot;fun&quot; classes I wanted to take which would not have happened.  Now I know that optimism can be a curse.  Just because you pick the class doesn't make the teacher... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=66</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Happy New Year</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/65.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 02:57:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>  What else is there to say?
     It's one of those days when I feel like I have a million thoughts but not a one will come out my fingertips to you.  Alas, I thought I was done with college essays, but now I must do scholarships.
     One of the strangest things is the night view from an airplane.  Lights of home glittering below could really be anywhere at all.  Where are you?   
     I'm graduating this year.  Class of 2007.  It's a slightly scary thought.  Exciting, scary.  Oh, yes, but where are we going?   
     Hopefully this wasn't too nonsensical.
See you again soon.   
~bye</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=65</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>computation and week-old distress</title>
      <link>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/archive/64.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 18:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Well, this is an entry that I wrote in word about a week ago with the intention of posting it the next day.  By the time I got around to it, blogdrive was down, so it got delayed a little longer.  So now I'm posting it.  In a bit I'll take out this intro and backdate it, for sake of accuracy in the thought-time correspondance.  But, oh, I'll stop blabbering now, here it is, from a week ago:

     I got a new laptop computer yesterday, for a course I’m taking at a local college.  It’s a Tablet PC, so something of a novelty, and my sister has been enthralled by it for the past three and a half... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://ariasloft.blogdrive.com/comments?id=64</comments>
    </item>
  </channel>
</rss>
