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		<title>The Summer&#8217;s Out Of Reach</title>
		<description>I started school today.  This time last year, I was extremely excited.  I had all my supplies set up neatly and was ticking the seconds away until school started (I was crazy, yes). 

Obviously my supplies were still set up (school supplies are amazing), but I was seriously ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=359</link>
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		<title>Tumblr</title>
		<description>I've found that a lot of stuff I want to 'blog' about is really short and not full blog worthy. For such entries, I have made a tumblr.  If you'd like to read my ramblings and other such awesome stuff, please subscribe here.  Please. :) I will obviously ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=355</link>
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		<title>Music and Such</title>
		<description>Since getting my iPod Touch about a month ago, I've tried to better organize my music.  I'm not an incredibly organized person in general, so I decided to just clean up my iTunes and leave the rest to last.fm.  I downloaded the Scrobble program and just let last.fm ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=354</link>
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		<title>I am such a fangirl&#8230;</title>
		<description>I originally wasn't going to blog about this, since I'm sure most of my readers couldn't care less.  But this blog is here, in part at least, for me.  I felt the need to talk about it.  I totally won't be offended if you don't read or ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=351</link>
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		<title>I wake up exhausted</title>
		<description>I am exhausted. This isn't very original for a teenager, but I am insanely exhausted.  I realize this five minutes ago when I woke up, school clothes still on, phone clutched under my quilt, with no recollection of why I was even in my bed.  I thought back ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=349</link>
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		<title>The 11:11 wish.</title>
		<description>Every time I text my friend around 11:00, she tells me to make a wish at 11:11.  I try to avoid paying any attention to this, because I never really believed in wishing on things.  If you want something to happen, you make it happen. If it's not ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=348</link>
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		<title>Track</title>
		<description>I've always hated running. Sixth and seventh grade, I felt the need to do some kind of exercise (I was also swimming every day, so I consider myself pretty insane at that age) and signed up for cross country. Our middle school's version of 'cross' country' was to run about ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=347</link>
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		<title>Diary of an iPod</title>
		<description>I've been going on about this forever on twitter, and I decided to just let all of my frustrations out here once and for all.

Four years ago, I got my iPod.  At the time, it was somewhat cutting edge (being the first generation video).  I wanted it, needed ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=346</link>
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		<title>Music</title>
		<description>The other day, I was on AmIrite.com.  It's one of my favorite websites to spend the time going through, because it's nowhere near as dull as MLIA or FML are lately.  One person said something to the extent of, 'People who say music is their life but have ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=345</link>
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		<title>Nostalgia</title>
		<description>Having recently entered high school, thinking about the past has been inevitable.  In the town I grew up in (and am still growing up in), high school was the big deal.  Get there, and you're set. You're an adult.  It was a staircase.  

In the first ...</description>
		<link>http://sweetdigression.underjoyed.org/?p=343</link>
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