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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description>things to munch on</description><title>Teresa Eileen</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @teresaeileen)</generator><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Today I felt I looked as different as I have begun to feel, in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksqgp0XuQw1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I felt I looked as different as I have begun to feel, in the best way possible. I look at old pictures of myself and I find I see myself more in them than in pictures of myself more recently-that is until today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today I am excited. I realized I really do love waking up every morning to go into the print lab, the smell of ink, the sunlit windows, the family. I have found I have held myself back, for a year or two now from having the little art family I have come to hold dear. It has grown out of the years of time we’ve spent together, and the respect I have for what it is they strive for. And from that comes some of the people I wake up to see, and smile and cheer for when they have shows. From that I have found, a better definition of myself, a stronger clearer picture. The best kinds of families are the ones that let you shine.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/235842013</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/235842013</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 04:51:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Good Morning! r….Afternoon!</title><description>&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kspf9mxHeG1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Morning! r….Afternoon!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/235231850</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/235231850</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 15:22:34 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I have been working my little booty off! someday soon I will document it and upload it here.... humm</title><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/233630631</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/233630631</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:46:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>rulesformyunbornson:

(Post-Halloween) REQUIRED LISTENING:...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/230959651/tumblr_kshp04c2OV1qznyov&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/post/230888398/post-halloween-required-listening-harvey"&gt;rulesformyunbornson&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;(Post-Halloween) REQUIRED LISTENING: Harvey Danger, “Little Round Mirrors”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230959651</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230959651</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 12:58:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>lickystickypickyme:

Dreams of flying.source
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dreams of flying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boredstop.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=169&amp;Itemid=35"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230602524</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230602524</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 03:04:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>urlesque:

Some scarecrows that are *actually* scary…kind of. 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urlesque.com/2009/10/27/truly-scary-scarecrows/"&gt;Some scarecrows that are *actually* scary…kind of. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230602213</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230602213</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 03:03:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I realized I have no pictures of my costume. and i think hum, oh well. </title><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230276406</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/230276406</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:24:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>itsalwayssunny:

Frank: What the hell is that?Dennis: You know...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqligijwp61qzaz00o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsalwayssunny.tumblr.com/post/228912155/frank-what-the-hell-is-that-dennis-you-know"&gt;itsalwayssunny&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frank&lt;/b&gt;: What the hell is that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dennis&lt;/b&gt;: You know what it is, bitch. &lt;i&gt;Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/229225353</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/229225353</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 18:24:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>403. If you choose to go in drag, don't sell yourself short.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/"&gt;rulesformyunbornson&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/228123102</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/228123102</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 14:23:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my dad can always make me smile. today he sends me a card...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksaklqCFzp1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;my dad can always make me smile. today he sends me a card because he wanted to “drop me a note” please notice he drew a “note”. what a gem. I miss him greatly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/227185270</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/227185270</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:53:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>today today today today. urgh today. could have gone alot...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks8zakNfQx1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;today today today today. urgh today. could have gone alot better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today was a downer. in more ways than one. I wish I could have fled from my life. our 494 class usually gets along very well, we see each other more than I see my friends and family so in a way they are my friends and family. and boy, we ended up yelling at each other today. trapped in a room, trying to talk out our show we ended up fighting and blaming each other, and arguing and pointing fingers. so stressful, I didnt know how to tone it down or make it stop so I just sat, stressed out in the middle of it all. yikes.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/226331651</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/226331651</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:15:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>somedays are harder than others. the ones were I decide to leave the art building early. those usually are the hard ones. there is something blanket like and warm about that building that has always made me feel at home. </title><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/225667636</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/225667636</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 02:20:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Today was</title><description>&lt;p&gt;one of those days were I felt like I spent the entire day working my ass off only to realize I will need to work my ass off alot harder if I want my shit to turn out right. Intaglio can be the biggest bitch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I crave more time. all the time. and better, faster fingers. I get so impatient waiting for tomorrow that I dont fall asleep well, which makes getting up harder, which makes tomorrow shorter, which causes me stress. just reading that is stressful. what a stupid life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/223640203</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/223640203</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 04:13:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am in no way a fan of cats but this ones got style.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks43tg4dx01qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in no way a fan of cats but this ones got style.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/223636530</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/223636530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 04:05:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Today Evan is six big huge years old. part of me wishes he would...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks33wdthhK1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today Evan is six big huge years old. part of me wishes he would stop growing up because I am missing it and I hate that. Sigh sigh sigh, so here is to Evan, on his big day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222992991</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222992991</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 15:09:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>fuckyeahbabyanimals:


Rescued baby manatee
(via)
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&lt;p&gt;Rescued baby manatee&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(&lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/outposts/2009/04/tiny-florida-manatee-orphan-rescued.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222980674</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222980674</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:54:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"If the sun and if the moon rise to your surprise
If the world needs child like wonder open up your..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;If the sun and if the moon rise to your surprise&lt;br/&gt;
If the world needs child like wonder open up your eyes&lt;br/&gt;
If you choose to see the world through the fire in your eyes&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Ive had enough of empty&lt;br/&gt;
empty love &lt;br/&gt;
of dreamless nights&lt;br/&gt;
Ive had enough of having&lt;br/&gt;
not enough&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Enough of Empty: Dirty Martini&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222229681</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222229681</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:39:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>this photo was a complete screw up, which I love.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks1dffZh2r1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;this photo was a complete screw up, which I love.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222103321</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222103321</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:40:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>this morning my room was filled with red light. the sun pouring...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks1csgY4Q51qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;this morning my room was filled with red light. the sun pouring through my windows, through my curtains, left a red glow, so warm and safe I did not want to leave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My body has felt tired and used lately. I push it hard, dont pay attention to the signs it needs a break, dont feed it well, dont workout, dont give it time away from chemicals and work. I am vowing I will start to be different. I will, here and now cut out the crap, the cold pizza for breakfast and the non existent dinners. I will eat fresh things, only. make more of an effort, to truly start to take care of myself, body and mind. In my life, there will be no more shit. And boy am I trying.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222093466</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/222093466</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:26:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>to kelsey, on her day of birth. I love you greatly.
to pumpkins...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks0dzsQ0af1qznuq8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;to kelsey, on her day of birth. I love you greatly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;to pumpkins and my favorite holiday growing up. to laughter and joy within a kitchen. a night well spent.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/221661198</link><guid>http://teresaeileen.tumblr.com/post/221661198</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 03:55:03 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
