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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 02:31:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes</title>
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  <description>Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone took a picture of me getting my Fleur at Coronation and the only thing I could think was &quot;holy shit - how did I get so fat???&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been fat since I was a freshman in college. Don&apos;t know how I got that way. I wasn&apos;t fat in high school. I guess once puberty ended my body started storing fat for the Apocalypse or something. I now tip those fucking scales at 307. Someone fucking shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I talked to Countess Haley about her procedure she had to lose weight. I had looked into it once before but scared myself with images of me bleeding out on the operating table a la &quot;ER.&quot; Too bad George Clooney isn&apos;t on there anymore. WRRARRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I had a long talk with Haley and she got me thinking. So I am doing some extensive research on the procedure, the side effects, the risks, the benefits, etc. I&apos;m tired of being jolly old Eleanor. I don&apos;t want to die at age 49 like my 537 lb Great Aunt Teeny did. I want to be around for a VERY long time just to piss a few people off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m scared, though. Scared of the idea of being so totally under anesthesia that I have no control over what happens to me. I&apos;ve never had surgery before. I&apos;ve never been unconscious for any length of time. But something&apos;s gotta give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself in the mirror and I think &quot;where am I?&quot; Even the woman in my wedding picture from four years ago doesn&apos;t exist anymore. I can&apos;t see her through all this fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is always telling me that I&apos;m beautiful and that he loves me for who I am and all that jazz. I know he means it - he doesn&apos;t compliment just to do it. He&apos;s the type that when he says it, he means it. But I don&apos;t want him to have to worry about me dying in my sleep or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to put all this out there for anyone to read. I know it&apos;s all real personal and stuff. But, I&apos;m scared. I&apos;m afraid of getting this surgery. I&apos;m afraid of not getting this surgery. But one thing&apos;s for certain - I&apos;m fucking tired of being fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">I Don&apos;t Wanna Be - Gavin DeGraw</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 00:35:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yep...still sick!</title>
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  <description>Well, I don&apos;t have a choice tomorrow - I gotta go to work. :o( Oh well. I have tomorrow then three days next week then four days off. HOORAY! Nothing irks me more than when people come to work sick under the guise of &quot;ohhh...the office can&apos;t run without me...whaaaa!&quot; Ugh. One person did that at work this week and now I am two days&apos; out with only one sick day. *sigh* Sick people suck (including myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough bitching. I am alive, which is a bonus. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 08:04:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ugh. I&apos;m still awake! :O(</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s now 1am and I&apos;m freaking awake. Being sick sucks big hairy green toe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prolly should be studying my algebra considering I&apos;m two units behind and my test is Friday. I should also being somehow managing to read a historical novel for kids for my other class that is due, ironically, on Friday as well (prof is a sadist, I just know it!). Thank gods I got my stupid observation done for intro to education. Talk about a thorn in my side! I only have three weeks left of class then a whole month or so off school. Oh my gosh, I prolly won&apos;t wanna go back after a month off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so eager to get done with school. I&apos;m sick of it, sad to say. I guess I&apos;m just tired of it taking up my life. Of course, taking 9 hours and working full-time with a 45-minute one-way commute each day isn&apos;t helping matters much. At least my boss rocks. One more year then I can have summers off and winter breaks and spring breaks and all that fun stuff. I can&apos;t wait to be a teacher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sleepy...shoot me now, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so this whole blog thing is interesting. I have to make sure to keep it apolitical, though. Apparently, my work likes to read up on employees. They are so into Big Brother and all that crap. A bunch of creatins they are. But you didn&apos;t hear it from me. I&apos;m just a cog in the machine. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! STILL AWAKE!!!! &amp;gt;:o( I need chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is snoring away. Damn that boy can snore! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor the Silent and Sleepy</description>
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  <lj:mood>Stupid head cold!</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 16:54:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello!</title>
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  <description>Well, here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now an official blogger. I feel so high-tech and with it! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibilla had me join on here so I could keep up with her and Ari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know what else to write right now. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Cleavely</description>
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