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			<title>Where did the weekend go??</title>
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			<id>tag:www.photoblog.com,2013:/entry/1921170/</id>
			<published>2013-05-15T03:43:27Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-14T19:51:42Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/13//#62455-1368575007-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368575007-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/13//#62455-1368575156-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368575156-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/13//#62455-1368575007-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368575007-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;So a little background story on my handle on technology: (this is really for me for future reference, you can skip to the end)

I can get the hang of anything. I find myself learning new programs and working technology better and quicker than others (although I'm not as advanced to be able to hack things--dang, I could do so much! jk) so I'm always excited with new gadgets, but I'm no early adopter because well, ain't nobody got dough for that. And it's ok to me, because I'm usually happy with what I have and can make the most of it. 

That's why I've been completely satisfied with having flip phones, even up to a year ago.

I started to realize though, it was a bit of a hindrance to not be able to wrap my mind around smart phones and apps when I had my first interactive design class. I was at a disadvantage, and nobody could tell because it was all second nature to them by now with their doohickeys, widgets, and whatnot.   

I had been in that place before, but as a designer and having to design for the very platforms I had never used, I was... a fraud. But I was ok. If everybody who owned a smartphone could understand, it shouldn't take me too long to get the hang of it. For the moment being, could somebody just tell me what functions I don't need to design? lol

So when I got my first smartphone, a Nokia with Symbian OS, I found out what a touch screen was. How apps sorta worked and the great aspect that you could surf the web on your phone. It wasn't the greatest interface, but I was ok and learned the ropes. It was a great introduction to what smartphones are all about, because when I jumped on to a S3 mini about 2 months ago, I was in a whirlwind of technology. Apps! Their uses, their interface, their design, their handy qualities!! MAGICAL!! I broke a visual language barrier and strode through every aspect suddenly and smoothly. There was so much to pick up and I had finally reached the level of understanding that others had been a part of for a long time. I feel like I could REALLY appreciate the function of apps (but that's just me, I just figure some people always knew about apps and don't think of a world where they were not--it's a quiet place).

I had everything I ever wanted out of the S3 mini.

I was satisfied once again. I had never been unsatisfied, I just had no access and no desire to want something out of my reach.

And out of nowhere a wonderful gift. One to understand and wrap my head around once again.
See, I have never owned an Apple product (despite being a design student in a design school and always using iMacs in the lab--which I am fluent in using just fine). I had no access to iPhones or iPads and again, no desire. I could make due with what I had, and it was fine. 

The strange thing about the luxury of an iPad, is that you don't really need one. I was happy of course to hold one in my hand and play with it's functions upon receiving it. But it struck me, that I had no idea, no purpose on why or how I would need one. If you really think about it, you don't. A smartphone is almost in the same position, but it's core is that it is a phone (or in the least a communication device). And if you have a smartphone, you already have access to many apps. How much more could you need to be mobile? 
But as I spent the weekend understanding and working on it, it's all about convenience. SO convenient.
Convenience that really amazes me to think about it.

I'm impressed. I've loaded mine with sketching and designing apps, of course, but it's just amazing how potent of a device it really is.

Hahaha, that's a lot of words.


In short, my mind = KA-BLOWN!
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			<title>Family chill time</title>
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			<published>2013-05-14T08:04:55Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-14T08:04:55Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/11//#62455-1368504295-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368504295-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sittin' in Yessi's hotel room after the graduation and our dinner at Genghis grill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>The Day-a-yay!</title>
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			<published>2013-05-14T07:50:34Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-13T23:52:55Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503563-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503563-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503563-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503563-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-8&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-8.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-6&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-6.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-7&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-7.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/10//#62455-1368503434-5&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368503434-5.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I coudn't believe it was happening.

I had turned in finals. I had taken my tests. I had sent out the cards (I even MADE them) and STILL, even at the afternoon event where we recieved our chords and congratulations, even when my parents arrived from EP, even when I put on the cap and gown, EVEN when I walked on that stage, it didn't seem like a big deal. That THIS wasn't what I had prepared for the past 4 years. That THIS wasn't technically an ending capstone or whatever to my education.

It's strange.
It's not the same, but it doesn't feel different.

I'm not moving on the next "thing" like a master's degree, or a professional career, or a wedding, or moving out of the country or something.

So it didn't feel like a big deal if it wasn't paired with any of the above changes.

And I don't know when it'll hit me, or if I care for it to "hit" me the way others say it does. But I'm done, I'm good, and I'm looking for a job.

During the commencement, I just felt happy. Happy my family was here. Happy my taco hat was making impressions. Happy I didn't have to be standing in my heels. Happy to be around friends.

Ok, but a little bored that the graduation was so long (AND I didn't take my phone with me because they were prohibited, but nobody ended up searching anybody so, everybody had their phone anyway...).
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				<name>Carmesi</name>
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			<title>Darts</title>
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			<published>2013-05-14T07:11:11Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-14T16:52:51Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-5&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-5.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-6&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-6.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-7&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-7.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/09//#62455-1368501071-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368501071-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hanging out during limbo time (Finals &amp;amp; graduation).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>A taco to celebrate</title>
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			<published>2013-05-09T22:39:14Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-09T22:39:14Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-5&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-5.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-6&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-6.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-7&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-7.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-8&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-8.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/08//#62455-1368124754-9&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1368124754-9.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I was offered a job.

Kinda.

I was worried and nervous and the whole semester I had been wringing my hands because I wanted a job, but I wanted to try other place, do other things. See what else was out there and not feel obliged to stay.

And that's exactly what happened.
I got a chance to leave.

My boss talked to me aside. He gave me tips about interviews and explained how good my book was and how when I'm looking for jobs to use him as a reference, etc. I was confused. I thought he wanted me to work for him and yet here he was, explaining how to approach other agencies. I didn't know what to feel.

He then said he'd hire me. He was offering me a job. He said I had it if I wanted it. But he encouraged me to look at other places. To look around first. To see the WORLD. lol

I am in an open-relationship job offer.

If I found something else, it was fine. But I could have a job at R&amp;amp;C if I wanted it.

It was a perfect solution.

I didn't have to ask for vacation days to go back home a bit right after graduation.

I actually had a chance to be free. To not have to take another step until I wanted to.

It felt really good to have that choice. X3

I thank God for the perfect opportunity. I wonder where I'll be led to next??

Stay tuned y'all. 

My life continues.

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			<title>Judgement Day: The day of the end</title>
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			<published>2013-05-08T06:29:30Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-08T06:29:30Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-5&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-5.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-6&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-6.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-7&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-7.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-8&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-8.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-9&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-9.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-10&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-10.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-11&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-11.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-12&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-12.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-13&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-13.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-14&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-14.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/07//#62455-1367980170-15&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367980170-15.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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				<name>Carmesi</name>
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			<title>Can't stop</title>
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			<published>2013-05-07T19:35:32Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-07T11:36:30Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/06//#62455-1367940932-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940932-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/06//#62455-1367940987-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940987-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beat

Move your feet

Don't stop

Can't stop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<author>
				<name>Carmesi</name>
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			<title>Somewhere</title>
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			<id>tag:www.photoblog.com,2013:/entry/1917854/</id>
			<published>2013-05-07T19:28:30Z</published>
			<updated>2013-05-07T11:31:14Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/01//#62455-1367940510-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940510-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/01//#62455-1367940559-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940559-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/01//#62455-1367940559-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940559-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/01//#62455-1367940602-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940602-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/05/01//#62455-1367940602-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1367940602-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went here at one point. 

They're sideways because they express my tired brain.

Jk I dunno why my phone does this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<author>
				<name>Carmesi</name>
			</author>

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		<entry>
			<title>Oak St Drafthouse</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25/" />
			<id>tag:www.photoblog.com,2013:/entry/1912820/</id>
			<published>2013-04-26T21:03:36Z</published>
			<updated>2013-04-26T21:03:36Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-5&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-5.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-6&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-6.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/25//#62455-1366995816-7&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366995816-7.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my marketing group project, we hit up a really neat bar. I stole wifi and worked as the photographer and could've been the DD, but it wasn't my car.

Then we went to the Loophole bar after this because the stench of smoke was e'erwhere and we took more pictures of another drink and had some fries and then the stench of smoke took over again, so we left.

This was the day I hit up 2 bars in one night like a cool kid. Who was a total nerd at the bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<author>
				<name>Carmesi</name>
			</author>

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		<entry>
			<title>Whaugh</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/17/" />
			<id>tag:www.photoblog.com,2013:/entry/1908664/</id>
			<published>2013-04-18T04:27:59Z</published>
			<updated>2013-04-18T04:27:59Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Carmesi/2013/04/17//#62455-1366244879-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/62455-1366244879-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drowning in my mess!!

;_;

I am ashamed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
			</summary>
			<author>
				<name>Carmesi</name>
			</author>

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