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  <title>I live in a black and white movie</title>
  <subtitle>Are you still kissing cowboys that cry, Josephine?</subtitle>
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    <name>It's All Understood</name>
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  <updated>2004-07-01T22:27:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marymelody:42168</id>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-07-01T15:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-01T22:18:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-01T22:27:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Greg's Last Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Let's continue now that I'm revved up with caffeine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to some more of my chums. So far, I've only talked to Jamie, Nicole, and some random fellow from a forum website who actually turned out to be cool. I'm going to sit in on Mark and Kitty's Improv Class tonight, sadly I can't join because I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed and such and will be working, yadda yadda yadda. But tomorrow should be fun: Kitty's Quince Rehearsal! I'm going Alemany, hopefully I can sneak in on The Fat Man and say hello, but I'm also going to see Heidi, Lizi, Mark, Danny, and Ian. Sexy, kinda...Ian is my fox-ay dance partner. Bwuahaha. He's a male nurse. Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went surfing, beached, and rode horses on Sunday, which was a lot of fun, very pretty, but this kid (Rachel, you think you've seen Augustus Glute), was so fat he couldn't get on the horse- he looked exactly like Augustus. But the trip overall was very fun, kids over there are a lot different than cali kids, they don't care about looks as much and would rather spend time at the beach. Everything was hella expensive though. But because I didn't really have anyone in my family to hang out with (either babysitting Cam or referreing fights with Kevin, or trying not to yank the hair out of my head with my parents), so it got kind of lonely. Maui was beautiful beyond belief, it was too perfect, but it made me sad because I couldn't share it with anyone. Not just like boyfriend-ish, but just a companion, friend I could hang out with, that would have made my trip 1000000% better. Alas, I shouldn't complain. In a good way, though, this trip truly made me love and appreciate my amigos a whole lot more.  I don't think I've ever had such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mainly what I got out of the trip was all of the Zhen (spelling?) time I got out of it. I literally had hours upon hours a day of just being me alone with my thoughts- and thinking about a lot of things, and I've decided I don't like it. I'm going to change. First step is to close off everything that's caused me grief and conflict. I'm starting anew. So I'm done with this journal, and am creating a new one that will be fit to put my new attitude in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hallejujah__' lj:user='hallejujah__' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hallejujah__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hallejujah__' lj:user='hallejujah__' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hallejujah__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hallejujah__' lj:user='hallejujah__' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hallejujah__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hallejujah__' lj:user='hallejujah__' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/hallejujah__/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hallejujah__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Add it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marymelody:41939</id>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-07-01T11:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-01T20:11:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-01T20:11:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Long post, for my standards anyway. Get ready to read....YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a loooooong week, and I just read my last entry before I left and I deserve to be slapped in the face, literally. I worry too much, I really do. Bad habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Hawaii, Maui and staying in Wailea more specifically, I had a lot of free time on my hands. I have no one to hang out with that's my age (my brothers hang out together and my parents hang out together, and lord only knows how badly I want to spend time with them), so I did a lot of things on my own, which was nice sometimes, but most of the time it was very lonely. I talk differently to my family (and most of the trip consisted of me looking after my soon to be 8 year old brother), so I haven't had an actual conversation with someone in a week...eh, it's hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mainly, I missed all of you! I thought about everyone a whole lot, like what perverted joke would jessica be making if she saw me eating a kumquat, how badly I wanted to smuggle back Mai-Tais so I could see Karyn and Megan drunk, how Kitty would flip out when she saw how expensive everything is, how Rachel would flip out how they don't care about politics at all over here, how Nicole would blind the natives and they would think she was an angel or something, and all the fun I would have if Jamie and the rest of my posse were here. It was bittersweet, to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 5 and a half hour plane ride, flipping through Teen Vogue and keenly avoiding my American Colonies book (which, is actually interesting, I've gotten through quite a bit of it. Call me a dorkwad, but I like the damn book), I decided to make a list of all the things I wanted to do in Hawaii. I actually wrote them down, and I am copying them down for you to read right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Eat at a Jimmy Buffet inspired restaurant (a la "Margaritaville" or "Cheeseburger in Paradise," etc, etc)&lt;br /&gt;(2) See a coconut tree.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Play a ukalele, and find out how much one is.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Have a pina colada, mai tai, or lava flow, in a pool at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And the piece de resistance.....&lt;br /&gt;(5) Meet a Hawaiian hotttttttt surfer boy, and commence to work on the shameless flirting skills(z).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I accomplish these?! You bet your sweet patoot I did!!!!!! Number 5 is really the only one that matters, although I did accomplish all 5 (four might be half credit, because I couldn't get the actual lava flow, only virgins) tasks. But duuuuuuude, you all would be SO proud of me. My dad signed my brother and me up for surfing lessons (surfing I will get into itself later), and I had already surfed a couple times before, so I knew the basics and stuff, so I just was looking around for a while on the beach, looking for my target. BAHAHAHA. AND I FOUND HIM. He was one of the assistants, and a PRO SURFER. BAHAHAHAHA. See, the head guy, who taught the group of about 20 (most of them were embarresed Wisconson teenage girls and their fanny-pack dads), did the main instruction, then there were about 5 other surfer bra's walkin in the ocean to help you out. And I saw &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thinking, why the hell is an fug-ugly girl like me going for a prime physical specimen like that? 6 feet tall, skinny, impeccably tan and sandy blond hair....it's like the beauty and the beast right? Well, I don't know, somehow, wearing my rashguard and booties and looking like an idiot paddling the dry land practicing...I suddenly lost all of my pride and decided to go for it. Hey, it's not like I would ever see him again. I only regret not getting my picture taken with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really wanted to talk to this boy, but him and the other kid (who was really cute too, only he....well, I don't know, not my type) were concentrating on these terrible girls, who were so touristy cliche I could only guess they were from the midwest haha, and I was in Paris Hilton Bitch Mode and wanted that to stop right away, so I got up on the next wave (clumsily, I'm no Kelly Slater, but I can get up on a longboard) and move over to them, and this guy looks impressed, but he's helping my brother, and he asks Kevin to get me over here. He asks if I'm his sister, he says yeah, and he's like, "you're good at this," I say thanks, and he offers to help set me up on the next board, he smiles at me and asks what my name is, I tell him and I ask for his. Guess what his goddamn name is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace. And hell, is that even really his name? I think so. If not, "Tre." But I'm pretty sure it's Trace. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, like, I know he was flirting with me because he didn't want me to catch waves, for like an hour he was just like "wait for the next one," I straddled the board and wasted my dad's 60 bucks and just made meaningless conversation with this gorgeous, dimwitted creature. I didn't say much, to be honest, because he rambled on about the waves around here, and I volunteered the information I had, and eventually he let me catch a few more, I rode most of them all the way back to shore and worked on my steering because the tide wasn't that high that day. Hawaii's waves are weird. There is like nothing for 10 minutes, absolutley flat, then about 5 minutes of monster-knock-off-your-bathing-suit waves. But that day was exceptionally bad, but great for beginners, which I still am, but I felt like I was ready for harder stuff, and Trace said he'd be willing to teach me when the waves picked up.......but sadly that would never be. I smiled at looked at him a lot...like Olsen twins pimpalicious style, I must have looked like an idiot, but the fact is, I got a Hawaiian surfer named Trace to flirt with me and almost asked me out, sorta kinda. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kind of pathetic, but it's one small step for shy, mistaken for a lesbian-type girls like myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the plane rides were pleasant experiences, my parents were up in first class, and I sat in between my two brothers so they wouldn't fight for the plane as well as the car ride. Not exactly good. If I hadn't had brought my Walkman I may have strangled someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel rooms were NICE. Based on past experiences from previous vacations my dad has shoved our whole family of 5 into a cramped double bed....so I was pleasantly surprised to find out I had my own queen bed in a swank resort where the food was exceptional, there were pools everywhere (TWO WITH WATERSLIDES), and a walking distance to the beach. Well, you can hurl insults at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Glad you got that off your chest. We arrived on Thursday, and had like no agenda planned what so ever, so like for the whole week I was sitting by the pool, trying to get an tan and instead accumulating more freckles, sipping smoothies and getting fat, and having absolutley nothing on my mind. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to continue........</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-23T18:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-24T01:07:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-24T01:07:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hole - Malibu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Pray I don't have a nervous breakdown. I don't know if this will be a good vacation, only if I'm on a separate island than my mother for the entire duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost all packed, but will look like a poser out in Maui because I'm so white and I'm from Southern California. I'm shallow, sorry Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you all, talk to you on July 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read what I just typed, and I'm a neurotic mess, sorry. I just lost my prescription sunglasses and I haven't told my parents and I'm very stressed out right now...more than I have been in a long time.</content>
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    <title>A Wish Sandwich is a sandwich is 2 pieces of bread and you WISH you had some meat.</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T00:16:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-23T00:16:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blues Brothers- Rubber Biscuit.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I get laryngitis more than any other person I know....like 6 times a year. I feel better body wise, no more fever, whatever...but my voice is gone. Talking on the phone for so long last night didn't do me any good. Plus I had another reaction to the codene and had to go to the er last night at 2 am. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm just getting ready for my Hawaii trip. So I'll give ya'll the 411:&lt;br /&gt;-Leaving Thursday, June 24, for a 9 am flight, then coming back July 1.&lt;br /&gt;-I will be bringing my cell phone, but don't expect me to pick it up often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave nasty comments, because it isn't going to matter in 2 days, I'll be sipping a Pina Colada and Windsurfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then coming back for Kitty's Quince, then the carnival (mwuhaha), then other friendly visits, then a trip to washington. Somewhere I have to work in Albertsons. Somewhere I need to get my license. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really boring, because I can't talk, so that means I can't talk to anyone on the phone. No one is online that I want to talk to, and there is nothing on tv. Ack...this could all be solved if I had my license. But alas-</content>
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    <title>Gonna Paint Yer Wagon</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T02:28:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T03:36:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gonna Paint Yer Wagon, Gonna Paint it Good</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here it is, I promised. After bitching and complaining, I had like 100  pics, most of them had my thumb over the lense. I need Photography 101 class, I swear.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Jessica's Happy Random Birthday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;(It wasn't really, you twat)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Glad she was surprised....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The planners. Bi-yatch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fun with Smacky da Frog&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pimpalicious. (But is he pimp enough to get Kevin Clutario???)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think so! And here comes Daniel....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is Brad. Brad is a dear friend of mine. Unfortunatley, he can't stop playing with his hair so Kim and Emily and I had to subdue him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We tried to get Brendan and instead got Tommy's ass. Way to go, Jessica. There's Alyssa too...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Adventures with Mark and Kitty....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's always the quiet ones....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gonna paint yer wagon, gonna paint it good....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kitty's Inner Thoughts...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sexy....kinda?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Uh....self-explanatory?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sexy Beast. Rawr.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kitty got ketchup on her Munior Jints&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The End. Get it?!?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Last Day of School at the Winnetka&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Before we left&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE COOLEST FUCKING MACHINE &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Got Saved?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ATTACK OF THE NICOLES!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Robby "Incredible" Shuttleworth&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Back at the ranch...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;The beast!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The beast when she's nice.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kevin having a spot of tea.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Bowling night...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BALLS! Rhombus, Butch, Poo....and...Karyn.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I still think that guy was hot stuff, guys. Better than the old farts next to us...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-The End-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment, bitch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-20T17:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-21T00:38:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-21T00:38:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Even with 2 tylenol pms, and sudafed, I still stayed up until 3. And the Terminal was still in my mind, I began to detest the movie after I couldn't get the phrase "bite to eat" out of my head. So I'm officially Terminal-ed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with James is always amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come tomorrow. Big ass post, I promise.</content>
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    <title>Where can I buy the Nike Shoes?</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T02:02:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T02:02:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lover, don't come over - Jeff Buckley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">God, can you please just let my intestinal organs work for once and let me throw up? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Terminal is quite a good movie, but not as much as when you feel like the popcorn that was just sat on by some old guy. Bleh. But I saw The Terminal with Nicole and her friend Autumn today, then after I left, I got hit on by bikers at Chuy's. Greeeeat. Nothing but the finest show up to Moorpark's Chuy's. It was kind of nice though, my mom made me go pick up food for everyone, and I ordered a margarita and people watched for about 20 minutes. Kind of relaxing. Then I realized I lost my 200 dollar prescription sun glasses and now I'm tense again. And sick. Thank you Karma. You're one hell of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck? I'll be nice and sick just in time for Hawaii next Thursday. And one particular person whom I am in close contact ALWAYS is sick. So therefore I always get sick. No matter how many drinks I refuse to share. Egh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come Monday. Will be posting stuff from: Confirmation, 1st communion, last day of school, bowling alley, maybe even a few head shots of myself, attempting to be a follower and be artistic? Stay tuned, kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to hit the sack and read that American Colonies book. How fun. I'm a bad ass.</content>
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    <title>47 inches high</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T21:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T21:31:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Up Around the Bend - Creedence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was the best day ever. After a week of hibernating in my room and just talking with people on the phone...and taking sorry ass pictures of myself, I finally got out of the house. First part of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Kitty came over, and then we headed over to Regal to see Saved!, which is the best movie ever, I really think so. First, we walked over to borders and took some scandelous pictures. Gay magic spells? Poor kitty, lol. But Mark and her are a blast to hang out with. Then we got Buck Star and watched Saved, and I also found out their taking an improv class at moorpark...DAMN you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soon after I changed clothes and went bowling with Megan, Karyn, Rachel, and Jessica. Which was a hoot. We are terrible bowlers, pictures are coming soon! This weekend, I hope. But yeah, then we went back to rachels, sadly couldn't get the camera to work, but still had fun watching TV anyway. Ack, I can't even describe it except for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer.</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-16T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-16T22:58:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-16T22:58:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beg, Scream, and Shout! The Big Ol Box of 60s Soul</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck. I am in love. With this CD collection. You know what I did all day? I was up to my knees in rare Motown recordings.....getting dust in my nose and Mel and Tim in my ears. I wish I could do stuff like this for a living. Just listening to old music all day. I think I want to be a producer of some kind. Like movies and music....</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-13T16:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-13T23:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-13T23:18:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want a new screename. Just because. Need ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is wonderfully boring. I still don't have a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days until Maui.</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-12T15:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T22:53:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T22:53:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GUESS WHAT?! I GOT SPORTS NIGHT ON DVD BITCHES!!!!! (Rachel and Jessica) It's technically a birthday present for my dad on monday, so come to my house! I seriously can't wait. JOSH CHARLES bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And........I'm so happy. Why? HAWAII ON JUNE muthafuckin 24th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week in Maui of me frying in the sun, surfing, scuba.....ah, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is going on except for the fact some random guy from Granada High IMed me and asked me out....I think. That would be a big fat 'no.' Plus, the meddling with anyone person continues...mwuhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty good. I try not to think about Report Cards.</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-11T20:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T03:18:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T03:18:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fox News.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I heard the 21 gun salute.&lt;br /&gt;The bombs shook my little town.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the navy planes fly over my head, missing one man.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Hearse drive past me, carrying my family's hero.&lt;br /&gt;I heard Cameron ask my dad who this man was who the old lady was crying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset that he had entered is about to end, and I've never been more proud to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Nancy Reagan cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked outside into our backyard to watch the library and hear the 21 gun salute, and my dad held me close. I don't have to worry about a lot of things now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for America tonight.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>How does one 'Fanta?'</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T23:36:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T23:36:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kate!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Today was awesome. I kicked it with my homie g's...and I am officially Harry Potter'd out. SO FUCKING HILARIOUS. And I was amazed at the Winnetka theater, honestly. Took a piss-load of pictures. And I still have a lot left, so I gotta figure out what to do with it. When I go to the mall tonight I'll waste them there. Heidi- oh goodness! Such a long time! We'll have fun. Waste more pictures. We're trying on dresses for Kitty's Quince WHICH I AM SO EXCITED FOR, so maybe some pictures of Caitlin in a hot dress? Nah, not likely. Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important event of today was that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;I, Caitlin Mayer, am out of school. I am a junior, bitch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Wow, can you believe it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this growing up business (Except for the driver's license bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-09T17:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T00:52:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T00:59:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="dodgerblue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLY CRAP LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/marymelody/pimp.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-08T16:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T23:24:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T23:25:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="FF0099"&gt;This goes out to all those pot smoking girls with a heart of gold. And those with nicknames? HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She plays wipeout on the drums&lt;br /&gt;the squirrels and the birds come&lt;br /&gt;Gather around to sing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Oh I...have you got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all words fail she speaks&lt;br /&gt;Her mix tape's a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Walks through the garden&lt;br /&gt;so the roses can see&lt;br /&gt;Oh I...have you got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;And you can see the daisies&lt;br /&gt;in her footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Dandelions, butterflies&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday she wars the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I think she smokes pot&lt;br /&gt;She's everything I want, She's everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I...&lt;br /&gt;Have you got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never gets wet&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and it's a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And she speaks and she breathes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Rosemary and Cameron&lt;br /&gt;She hands out the Bhagaved Gita&lt;br /&gt;I see her around every couple days&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see her so that&lt;br /&gt;I can say...hey Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never gets wet&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and it's a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...You can see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wanna wanna wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for summer, can you? Then maybe my life can be normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-08T15:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T22:37:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T22:37:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HA. Are we noticing a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:white; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;marymelody's LJ stalker is iwearredsox!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;iwearredsox is stalking you because you got better results for the 'acronym' thing than them. They are also prank calling you regularly!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after Thursday, I am halfway invincible. Then afterwards I am going to:&lt;br /&gt;Pass my drivers test.&lt;br /&gt;Get pumped for Hawaii (eating nice and getting tan and such)&lt;br /&gt;Stop being such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. On three. Ready.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shamrock 'n Roll</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T22:51:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T22:55:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Humming Ben Folds Five's "Kate" in my head.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow. Went a long time without an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be on. I'm screwed for finals. But I'm just in such a 'Summer mode' that I don't want to do anything except lay out in the sun and not do anything educational. But I'm going to the doctors again today at 4:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been so numb to everything that's been going on that I haven't really stopped and looked around to see what is actually happening to me. Things aren't going as well as I had envisioned the end of my sophomore year, but I'm too blind to realize it all, let alone make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my parents refuse to give me any extra help, I'm even more upset now for the things they &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough, but I'm strong and I'm going to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it til Thursday, I should be given a medal or a big slice of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:: Ronald Reagan died Saturday, in case you live in a hole. My (extended) family was friends with the Reagans (my aunt and grandmother will be attending the funeral in DC), and after going through the library countless times, I know everything about his presidency inside and out, and all I can say is he makes me want to be a better person. Not many people in the world have an affect like that. I'm going up to the library tommorow.</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-05T12:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-05T19:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-05T19:41:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lawnmowers outside.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is shaping up to be a bad week, in more ways that one. Friends are going through hard times, my family, guy troubles. I don't want to bitch and complain, because most of the time I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days until summer......</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-04T15:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T22:50:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-05T05:13:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Man on the Side"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have a lot to worry about now. Finals, this scheme we're doing......and god. Jessica asked me if I wanted to get him back and the honest to god truth is &lt;i&gt;I don't know&lt;/i&gt;. I'm just such a typical annoying teenage girl, I can't make up my mind. He's really cute now, but I haven't spoken with him in a long time so I don't know if he's the same guy anymore. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a terrible thing last night, and it didn't hit me until after school today. Someone very dear to me, more dear to me than I could ever express, is in trouble. And I can't say who it is, but I'm more worried than you could ever know. And I can't do anything about it. But I really can't talk about it, because it's still not definite, and there are trust issues. And it's not fair because that person totally doesn't deserve something like this....and argh....I just can't. I can't really discuss it either, so don't ask me about it...sorry. But if you ever wonder why I may be sad this coming summer, that's probably it. Maybe I can tell you sometime, but I hope I won't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone. Also, who wants to see Harry Potter this weekend with me? Let me know, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT: I wish some people would just &lt;i&gt;go away&lt;/i&gt;. God.)</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-03T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T03:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T03:39:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Play this song at my funeral, then I'm going to go to hell for this terrible thing I'm doing: (In all sincerity, it's one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard...so sad though. It deserves it's own entry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Buckley's version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hallelujah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that David played and it pleased the Lord&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really care for music do you&lt;br /&gt;Well it goes like this the fourth the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to a kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah,hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this room and I've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;You know, I used to live alone before I knew you&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;and love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah,hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when I moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the Holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe there's a God above&lt;br /&gt;but all I've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm going to hell.</title>
    <published>2004-06-03T23:34:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-03T23:34:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jeff Buckley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna go to hell, I'm starting to feel a tad bad........he's being really sweet to me now, and he's really happy that he's met a girl. A girl that is playing him like the sap he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to, but I really should study for finals this weekend. I'll go with Rachel and stuff for her party BUT THAT'S IT. I really need to study, spanish is going to kill me, I need all the time I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's in Seattle, along with my racist grandmother. This is the conversation we had yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I'm looking for a job for this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: Caitlin Mae, I could get you one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah? It's not in Bakersfield, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: No, it's in Oxnard. You could be a clerk for one of our local branches, you could learn the business.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow, could you really do that (I really don't want to learn about "the business")&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: The only thing is, you'd be exposed to Mexicans and Hispanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh god, what a terrible woman she is. And I'm turning that way, what a terrible thing I'm doing to my ex. Argh.</content>
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    <title>Parklife.</title>
    <published>2004-06-03T00:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-03T03:01:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blur - Parklife</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ugh, my grandma is coming over any minute and I'm so NOT ready. Vodka from last night made me sick all day, then I got home from school and slept for an hour...and now I'm here, getting lyrics to queen for our gay ass fun final. Yeah, we did get screwed. Ergh. But I shouldn't be on, I should be getting a cold shower to wake me up and get out of this cold sweat I'm in, and change into something presentable. Bleh. But this makes me feel better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey- whats up? when are ur finals? im working my ass off right now on &lt;br /&gt;biology. add church history, which is the toughest religion class i &lt;br /&gt;have &lt;br /&gt;ever had, algebra II, Spanish(michelle is helping me), Economics, and &lt;br /&gt;everything else.  im sure u know how it is.  does ur AP tests count as &lt;br /&gt;ur &lt;br /&gt;final? i know most of the AP classes at crespi dont have a final.  so, &lt;br /&gt;u &lt;br /&gt;gave jessica my email? i emailed her back a few hours ago, i think its &lt;br /&gt;awesome that she is a kings fan. anyways, give me a no bull shit &lt;br /&gt;assessment &lt;br /&gt;of her.  plus, where does she even live? well, back to bio. ttyl&lt;br /&gt;-matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What to say, ladies? When should I tell him that I gave her herpes?! hahaha. kidding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: OH, Just let me get this out: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to play the boy who played you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially and in love with Blur.</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-06-01T17:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T02:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T02:30:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hm, so today we got yearbooks, which was hella awesome and righteous except for the fact dried bird poo was everywhere. Ha. Well, now is crunch week, which I can't wait for these next 2 weeks to be &lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt; with, and I need to hurry up and look swim-suit worthy because......June 24th! I'm leaving for &lt;font size="+2"&gt;Hawaii!!!&lt;/font&gt;. Yeah. So only continue reading if you are extremely bored and want to know everything about my life, I stole this survey from my cousin Nicole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your name?&lt;/b&gt;: caitlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you named after anyone?&lt;/b&gt;: My middle name is after my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your screename?&lt;/b&gt;: Sloane Pet3rson. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you name a child of yours after you?&lt;/b&gt;: Heh, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name be?&lt;/b&gt;: My parents said they were going to name me Kevin (my brother's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?&lt;/b&gt;: I would switch with Rhiannon because I love Fleetwood Mac haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are there any mispronounciations/typos that people do with your name constantly?&lt;/b&gt;: Let's count the ways- Kaitlin, Katlin, Kaytelinn, Catlin, Caytlyn, and the list goes on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you drop your last name if you became famous?:&lt;/b&gt; I'd change it to "Mayer" because you know who I'm marrying haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Basics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your gender&lt;/b&gt;: female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single?&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If not, do you want to be?&lt;/b&gt;: Durrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthdate:&lt;/b&gt; 1/26/88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your age:&lt;/b&gt; 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age you act:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know. Ask someone? 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age you wish you were:&lt;/b&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your height:&lt;/b&gt; 5'9 1/2" mwuhahaha. That's with good posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eye color:&lt;/b&gt; bluish gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy with it?:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm fucking gorgeous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair color:&lt;/b&gt; red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy with it?:&lt;/b&gt; fuck yea. Sorry, I hate to be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lefty/righty/ambidextrous:&lt;/b&gt; I write with my right hand but do everything else with my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your living arrangement:&lt;/b&gt; Mon, Dad, Cameron, Kevin, Jack, Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your family:&lt;/b&gt; freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have any pets?:&lt;/b&gt; hahaha, so many jokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whats your job?:&lt;/b&gt; Getting off my lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/b&gt; ears, and uh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/b&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obsessions?:&lt;/b&gt; guitarists named "John Mayer," the 1980s, piano&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addictions?:&lt;b&gt; AIM and the computer. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you speak another language?:&lt;/b&gt; I speak Redneck, and Kristin is teaching me ebonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a webpage?:&lt;/b&gt; No, that's queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deep Thoughts About Life and You in it&lt;b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you live in the moment?:&lt;/b&gt; Waaaaaay too much. But my wonderful friends help me in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?:&lt;/b&gt; Except for "The Plastics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any secrets?:&lt;/b&gt; Doesn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate yourself?:&lt;b&gt; I don't think so. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like your handwriting?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any bad habits?:&lt;/b&gt; Loads. But I'm too lazy to list them all, and there's one right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the compliment you get from most people?:&lt;/b&gt; "You're taaaaaaalll" - is that a compliment? or just stating the obvious? no shit, sherlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?:&lt;/b&gt; Titanic 2: When Rose gets Pissed- starring Caitlin. Sorry, I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your biggest fear?:&lt;/b&gt; Not succeeding, dying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you sing?:&lt;/b&gt; Well? That's a whole other issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?:&lt;/b&gt; I pretend to be Mark Donica to get ALL the ladies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a loner?:&lt;/b&gt; My mom thinks I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?:&lt;/b&gt; Food, Folks, and Fun ("Yeah, that sounds like something Ronald McDonald WOULD say")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?:&lt;/b&gt; Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a daredevil?:&lt;/b&gt; I'm never given the opportunity to be one.Is there &lt;b&gt;anything you fear or hate about yourself?:&lt;/b&gt; Being this ridiculously good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you passive or aggressive?:&lt;/b&gt; Oh I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a journal?:&lt;/b&gt; you're reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?:&lt;/b&gt; I'd have a drivers license and that 1962 purple oldsmoblie parked next to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?:&lt;/b&gt; Nah. I cry like an onion. Wait, that doesn't make sense. I am, I suppose. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?:&lt;/b&gt; Not passing my test, not chasing after him when the moment was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, I'm very fortunate and lucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?&lt;/b&gt;: God has a wicked sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you like the most about your body?:&lt;/b&gt; my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And least?:&lt;/b&gt; This is really cliche, but I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you are good looking?:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not FUG-UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you confident?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah. what's it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the fictional character you are most like?:&lt;/b&gt; Holden Caufield, in female form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?&lt;/b&gt; I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do You...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smoke?:&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do drugs?:&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read the newspaper?:&lt;/b&gt; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pray?:&lt;/b&gt; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to church?:&lt;/b&gt; every sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to strangers who IM you?:&lt;/b&gt; strangers don't IM me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take walks in the rain?:&lt;/b&gt; It never rains at my house, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to people even though you hate them?:&lt;/b&gt; ooh, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drive?:&lt;/b&gt; SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like to drive fast?:&lt;/b&gt; SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would or Have You Ever? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liked your voice?:&lt;/b&gt; I'm cool with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hurt yourself?:&lt;/b&gt; like how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been out of the country?&lt;/b&gt; london, paris, prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eaten something that made other people sick?:&lt;/b&gt; ooooo yeah: Cow tongue, calimari, sushi, pickle juice (thanks kevin)....the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/b&gt;I believe in a thing called love. Just listen to the rhythm of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Done drugs?:&lt;/b&gt; I'm high on life....haha, that's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gone skinny dipping?:&lt;/b&gt;Would I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had a medical emergency?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had surgery?&lt;/b&gt; On my eye. It popped out, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ran away from home?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Played strip poker?:&lt;/b&gt; not strip poker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotten beaten up?:&lt;/b&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beaten someone up?:&lt;/b&gt; No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been picked on?:&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been on stage?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept outdoors?:&lt;/b&gt; In my backyard in a sleeping bag because I wanted to "Camp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought about suicide?:&lt;/b&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pulled an all nighter?:&lt;/b&gt; once. I don't like doing it. There's no point unless I was making out with John Mayer all night or something, which is very unlikely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If yes, what is your record?: record? I just went to bed at 8 the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gone one day without food?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah. I had coffee the whole day. Boy was that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talked on the phone all night?:&lt;/b&gt; That happens to me a lot, actually, with boys more than girls. It's odd.. With John, who I don't even talk to now, we talked for 9 hours I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept together with the opposite sex without actually having sex?:&lt;/b&gt; I wish, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept all day?:&lt;/b&gt; After my trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Killed someone?:&lt;/b&gt; NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Made out with a stranger?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought you're going crazy?:&lt;/b&gt; seriously? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been betrayed?:&lt;/b&gt; sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had a dream that came true?:&lt;/b&gt; yes, but it's stupid little things. Like one time I had a dream about a guy with green eyebrows and the next week I met someone at Citywalk with greeneyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken the law?:&lt;/b&gt; Speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Met a famous person?:&lt;/b&gt; I met Teitur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever killed an animal by accident?:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On purpose?:&lt;/b&gt; No, i cry when animals die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?&lt;/b&gt; at one point in time, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen anything?:&lt;/b&gt; bazooka gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been on radio/tv?:&lt;/b&gt; alemany one! I was actually in a gap commercial when I was 10. I'm also in the local newspaper sometimes. I'm quite famous. fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been in a mosh-pit?:&lt;/b&gt; a lot. I got my first kiss in one, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had a nervous breakdown?:&lt;/b&gt; often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bungee jumped?:&lt;/b&gt; Never! I want to! Someone take me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had a dream that kept coming back?:&lt;/b&gt; Dammit.....Micheal Jackson....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beliefs &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belive in life on other planets?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, if you count alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miracles?:&lt;/b&gt; absolutley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astrology?:&lt;/b&gt; not at all, but yet I check all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magic?:&lt;b&gt; In a young girls heart (if you don't get it, you don't deserve to have it explained to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satan?:&lt;/b&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santa?:&lt;/b&gt; sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghosts?:&lt;/b&gt; I want to see one, but "I dont have a sense for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luck?:&lt;/b&gt; yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love at first sight?:&lt;/b&gt; I honestly don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yin and yang (that good cant exist without bad)?:&lt;/b&gt; too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Witches?:&lt;/b&gt; that's a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easter bunny?:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?:&lt;/b&gt; it's possible, but very unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe theres a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?:&lt;b&gt; Duh, Seamus showed it to me once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wish on stars?:&lt;b&gt; Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your best friend?: I have a lot- Jessica, Rachel, Nicole, Lizi, Kitty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's the one person that knows most about you?:&lt;/b&gt; kitty, just because she's known me longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?:&lt;/b&gt; Dating in high school is like shopping for a bathing suit in december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your favourite inside joke?:&lt;/b&gt; SO SAVE IT!!! Too many, too many.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thing you're picked on most about?:&lt;/b&gt; FRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's your longest known friend?:&lt;/b&gt; Kitty, Lizi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Newest?: &lt;/b&gt;Kristin, my ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shyest?:&lt;/b&gt; Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funniest?: &lt;/b&gt;Jessica, but we're all hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweetest?:&lt;/b&gt; all my friends are mean. just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Closest?: &lt;/b&gt;Jessica, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends you miss being close to the most? &lt;/b&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person you talked to online?: &lt;/b&gt;Jamie and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you talk to most online?:&lt;/b&gt; Jamie probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are you on the phone with most?:&lt;/b&gt; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you trust others easily?:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do your friends know you?:&lt;/b&gt; I think so. Except what I do every thursday night...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend that lives farthest away:&lt;/b&gt; Jamie and his krew. And Alex! WHO NEVER IS ON ANYMORE, the english bastard lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love and All That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you consider love a mistake?:&lt;/b&gt; no, everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you find romantic?:&lt;/b&gt; Having a song written for you, but I find romance in everyday things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone you had no interest in had interest in dating you, how would you feel?:&lt;/b&gt; Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going: &lt;/b&gt;doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever wished it was more socially acceptable for a girl to ask a guy out:&lt;/b&gt;no, I'm scared as hell to ask a guy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know, it's all an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?:&lt;/b&gt; GUYS DO YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is best about the opposite sex?:&lt;/b&gt; Their penis.....just kidding. I love how they don't care and obsess over material things like makeup and hairdye and clothes but instead focus on more important things. I love how they don't overanaylyze things like us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The worst thing about the opposite sex?:&lt;/b&gt; How they are obsessed with their "Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you in love?:&lt;/b&gt; It's a touchy subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you consider your significant other hot?:&lt;/b&gt; Which one? Yeah, all my guy friends are hot ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who Was the Last Person... &lt;b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That haunted you?:&lt;/b&gt; that's a gay question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You wanted to kill?:&lt;/b&gt; Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That you laughed at?:&lt;/b&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That laughed at you?:&lt;/b&gt; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That turned you on?:&lt;/b&gt; Uh, myself? No, the fact that Brian McFall confirmed those rumors of waking up and....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You went shopping with?:&lt;/b&gt; me mam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That broke your heart?:&lt;/b&gt; Young Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To disappoint you?:&lt;/b&gt; someone. Rachel knows and feels the same way. I expected better. I think Kristin agrees too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make you cry?:&lt;/b&gt; Matthew Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To brighten up your day?:&lt;/b&gt; Stephanie, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That you thought about?:&lt;/b&gt; I think about my friends all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You saw a movie with?:&lt;/b&gt; My brothers, how lame is that. but they're good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You talked to on the phone?: &lt;/b&gt;Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You talked to through IM/ICQ?:&lt;/b&gt; jamie, where did he go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You saw?:&lt;/b&gt; My family at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You lost?: &lt;/b&gt;Literally, shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Right This Moment...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you going out?:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will it be with your significant other?: &lt;/b&gt;no...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you wearing right now?:&lt;/b&gt; wouldn't you like to know. it's my sexy alemany uniform of course. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Body part you're touching right now:&lt;/b&gt; cracking my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you worried about right now?:&lt;/b&gt; Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What book are you reading?:&lt;/b&gt; The Last of the Savages. Rachel give me back JD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's on your mousepad?: &lt;/b&gt;Adelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling:&lt;/b&gt;stiff, tired, bored, odd, dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you bored?: &lt;b&gt;no, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you tired?: &lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you talking to anyone online?:&lt;b&gt; he's not responding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you talking to anyone on the phone?:&lt;b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you lonely or content?:&lt;b&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you listening to music?:&lt;b&gt; Jack Johnson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck that was long.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sunshine, lollipops, rainbows....</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T03:42:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T03:42:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Laker game that I don't care about</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What a fun filled day today was! Let's recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 am- lectored memorial day mass because I'm a nerd, and it was very hot and I got a lot of compliments from old people. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pm- sadly, rachel couldn't come, but Jessica came over! It was loads of fun, we chatted, layed out at the pool, then walked over to West Coast for some lousy service and a decent hamburger, and we scouted for the NARB- *in Austrailian accent* The north american rich bitch! hahahaha, I gotta hand it to nick, that's the funniest thing he's ever said. Anyhoo, afterward, we headed back to my house where we proceeded to stalk Chives, that sexy bastard, and attempted to talk to Jamie, but to no avail. Then we ate hamburgers (again!) with my brothers obnoxious friends, then we took her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good day. We also hatched a plan to get that sorry bastard back, and that is why Jessica is my best friend in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you play the bagpipes? Are you in a rock band? Are you the lead singer?"&lt;br /&gt;*Booger on Jessica* Me: "Good thing I'm not ROL: *sticks tongue down her throat*"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I could be a supernatural specialist, I don't have a sense for it"&lt;br /&gt;"I can say the dumbest thing in the world but I'll always be smarter than nicole s"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me SOOOOOOOOO excited for summer. But mad that I can't drive.</content>
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    <title>marymelody @ 2004-05-30T16:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-30T23:40:37Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Greg's Last Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">That's enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal for Solvang? eh? But hey, tomorrow is memorial day, and if anyone wants to come down to Istanbul with me and chillax, I would love you to pieces. Can we say beach? I got my swimsuit today bi-yatches! Went walking around and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and this is how my day has been. It's been a boring 4 day weekend, but it has also been kinda nice because I've had a lot of time to myself, reading, writing, and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bitter anymore, I don't think.</content>
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