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  <title>"There are those who would rather shake the Devil by the tail...</title>
  <subtitle>than me by the hand."</subtitle>
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    <title>HOMG</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T23:11:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T23:13:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">DUDE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUUUUDDEEEE &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITY OF EMBER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLYFRIGGINGOOGLETHEY'REMAKINGAMOOVVVVIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33333333333333333333333333&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to update but... later. Right now.... I'M DROWNING IN GOOSEBUMPS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;lt;333333333333333333333&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBERRRRR COME FASTTEERRRRRR DDDDD:</content>
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    <title>Ever wondered what it would be like to have a penis?</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T02:00:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T12:05:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I watched this movie, right? Called "Being John Malkovich"? Yeah, y'know, that actor guy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's what the story is about:&lt;br /&gt;A puppeteer and his co-worker discover a tunnel that allows others to enter the mind and body of the actor John Malcovich for fifteen minutes, after which one falls down onto the side of the New Jersey turnpike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just BS'd that summary up, using the basis of the summary on the TV, but yeah &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Odd, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was VERY odd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, like.. I thought that's all it would be about? But IT WASN'T, exactly. There's this bizarre love quadratriangle goin' on, y'see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main guy is Craig (John Cusack) and his wife is Lotte (Cameron Diaz) and this lady, Maxine (Catherine Keener) that works with Craig on the seventh and a half floor of their office building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, you heard me, seventh and a half. Inbetween the seventh and eigth floors. The ceiling is short, and people need to walk through it with their backs hunched over ._. Supposedly the Irish guy who built the building wanted to make a place built for his midget wife, since she proclaims the world isn't made for shorties :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Craig finds the tunnel behind a set of drawers in his workspace, goes through the door and down the dirty tunnel, and is suddenly whisked away by a gust of wind into John Malkovich's head. So he's seeing what John Malkovich is seeing :U&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tells Maxine 'cause he likes her like the "I WANT TO GET IN YOUR PAAAAANNTTSSS" kind of like, and she goes "YOU CRAZY" then believes him, and they market off the tunnel to people for 200 dollars. To go inside John Malkovich's head :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His wife, Lotte, wants to get in JM's head before all that though, and does so and realizes she wants to be a transexual and developes a lesbian love for Maxine :U Of course Craig's all "NO WIFE O' MINE'S BEIN' NO TRANSEXUAL" not in those words though, but you get the point &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the NEXT time Lotte gets inside LM's head, Maxine comes for a date with LM and Maxine can tell that Lotte's in his head and she's all "I LOV YOU BUT ONLY WHEN YOU'RE JOHN MALKOVICH~"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to summarize it up swiftly, though, otherwise I'll be pointing out every single thing &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Business starts, sex happens, Craig goes nutty 'cause he digs Maxine, locks his wife in the cage with her pet monkey, JM finds out about the sick mind game people are playing with him and goes inside HIS own mind and he hops into a world where everyone looks like him (yes, even the women and children) and everyone says "Malkovich" and that's it when they talk, Craig gets in JM's head to dig it with Maxine but Maxine thinks that it's Lotte inside JM, and then when she finds out, she likes Craig better-ish (I think?) Blah blah blah, Craig takes compelte control of JM because he's a "puppeteer" and is powerful in that aspect, eight months later when him and Maxine are married, Maxine is preggers and gets kidnapped by these old people who discovered they could live forever using "vessels" which are the people (AKA Malkovich) who enter inside their minds and repeat the process, and Lotte gets in on the deal, only when they begin to get inside JM's head who WAS occupied by Craig, but he was bribed out of it, because the old people threatened him with prospect of murdering his wife if he didn't high-tail his butt out of JM's head, Lotte and Maxine have a happy ending together when Maxine tells Lotte that the baby is hers because she got pregnant when Lotte was in JM's head, Craig is a wasted mess on the Jersey turnpike with a plank of wood annnnnd the oldies get their place inside JM's head, then seven years later find their new "vessel" in the little girl Emily, daughter of Lotte and Maxine :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeaaahhhh, it was VERY strange, but I recommend it 8D Especially if you have no idea what I just said up there :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHYEAH, and I never put lyrics up here and was never PLANNING it, but these lyrics are like... WTF. So ABSURD. And I'm not even trying to make a pun XD;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fluke- Absurd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;King Kong, in Cannes, on a date with Spiderman. &lt;br /&gt;Dan Dar's sitting there, scared by the killer teddy bears. (I used to think it said "scared by the color of tye-dyed bears")&lt;br /&gt;Down town, Mini mouse is slippin Micky's in the famous grouse, &lt;br /&gt;while big bird spreads the word (this is the only line I could understand XD;)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody with a heart votes love. (used to think it said "Anybody with a high votes low &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;;)&lt;br /&gt;Judge Dredd, found dead, face down in Snoopy's bed. &lt;br /&gt;Outside, Tweetie Pie's getting itchy on more supplies. &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Snow White gets ready for work tonight, &lt;br /&gt;turning tricks with crystal tips.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make the best of it's absurd. &lt;br /&gt;Puppy dogs and pussy cats in suspect suicide attacks. &lt;br /&gt;Captain Kirk from Planet Earth, fights it out with Papa Smurf&lt;br /&gt;Some phoney little ponies, preying on old and lonely, &lt;br /&gt;making friends, robbing them&lt;br /&gt;The X men taught them everything. &lt;br /&gt;Betty Boop, tired of life, took vows, &lt;br /&gt;became a bride of Christ&lt;br /&gt;While Tin Tin's been playing at Caesar's palace live on ice. &lt;br /&gt;Babar Kumbayahs with the mighty Morphin movie stars, &lt;br /&gt;as big bird spreads the word&lt;br /&gt;Anybody with a heart votes love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are those not the strangest lyrics you've ever heard? And the music video is very odd, too :U&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHYEAH, and I just looked up the movie online? And the POSTER for it? FREAKY o_o HERE IT IS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee62/nylondinosaur/422px-Being_John_Malkovich_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kbai.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-05-10T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T02:05:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T20:39:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yeah, so don't be expecting a really upbeat journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out for NINE HOURS, man. Doing what? Hopping in and out of the car to heave grocerie bags into the car for FOUR HOURS. And the last hour was spent breaking my back bending down and lifting up more heavy bags of food stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what reason, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN, actually, but I'm tired as hell and not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I worked in the beginning from nine to two-thirty, or around there, ate at Ruby Tuesday's (&amp;lt;3) and then went home, only to go BACK to to the food drive for another hour after I left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I go home, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say good-bye to two of my puppies that were leaving today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just to explain things, so hopefully you aren't too confused when random names are being thrown at you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikita (mother's) litter:&lt;br /&gt;Dolly: black with much grey on her body with prominent white marking down her face. White marks on legs and chest and whatnot. girl. kept.&lt;br /&gt;Badger: color is beyond my describing ability. He's like... dark tannish with greyish and blackish and light tannish..ness.. the only boy. biggest, being equal to Darcy. kept.&lt;br /&gt;Bruta: black with all black face save for the several, itty-bitty little white hairs on her forehead, big white chest and tummy, one front leg is all white. girl. second biggest of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Darcy: black with two faint FAINT white strips on her face, right above one another, only one with just white paws, cross-like white mark on her chest. girl. BIG. Like, BIG. size equal to Badger's, i think. Bites like a bitch, therefor nicknamed Pirahna/Baracuda.&lt;br /&gt;Luna: (now named Darcy, because we didn't keep the former Darcy, but I'm calling her LUNA because that was her original name and it FITS better than DARCY) white nose, all black with white markings on legs, same cross-shaped marking on chest. girl. kept.&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne: light tannish color with grey and whatnot, similiar color to Badger, only she's much lighter. girl. kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne's litter (from six years ago)&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: black, don't remember much else. girl.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky: (formerly Spike) light, don't remember much else. Boy&lt;br /&gt;Angel: light, boy.&lt;br /&gt;Drusilla: black, big poofy thing, little, can't think right now. Kept, girl.&lt;br /&gt;Darla: Similar to Dolly, only no grey, has same white mark on face, white paws and stockings in front, I think. kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave &amp; Patty: people who own Nitro, the father of Nikita's litter, who get first pick after my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: just-out-of college girl who gets last pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Allow me to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning Nikita's litter, it was kind of already decided near the beginning when the puppies could walk and they were running around and such that Bruta was not going to be kept, due to her shorter legs and the fact that Dave wanted her. And if he got what he wanted, mom said he would give back the stud fee (the price for being able to use their male on our female).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with this. I loved all of the puppies equally, and this was very good, since with Roxanne's litter I had had a favorite, who was Rocky, and we had to give him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, who we would keep (after being changed many times) went like so: Dolly, Badger, Darcy, and Luna, with Dave possibly getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then, starting two or three weeks ago, I began to get really attatched to Bruta. See, after they had all practically completely developed their personalities, I dunno, I started picking favorites. Dolly had always been an outgoing little hyperactive thingie, Badger aloof when he wanted to be since he was the "big tough male" (he barks like a sissy and came to me when I called him "dumb-dumb"), Luna went from being extremely shy to lovey-dovey, Cheyenne was always a sweetie but seems to be aggressive with the others (like, if I'm petting one other puppy and her, and the other puppy gets to close to her she'll growl/bark/snarl at them then go back to her darling little face looking up at me), Bruta reserved but with random bouts of hyperactivity, Darcy big and fun and floppy who liked to get your fingers right back on her molars to cause you intense pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruta was becoming my favorite, and this was not good. I was starting to like some more than the others, but only by a smidgen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the last week or so, Bruta got really clingy to me and gradually went from really clingy to really REALLY clingy, and I loved her more and more ;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, based on ONE GODDAMN DAY of having them play outside, Cheyenne was "speeding around like a bullet" so now, at last minute, instead of the former plan, it now went: Keep Dolly, Badger, Cheyenne, and Luna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, like... Bruta was never even like... a friggin' OPTION. Mom had been juggling around who to keep and I don't think Bruta was EVER in there. WAITNO. Once. Near the very beginning, mom wanted to keep all four black girls. But that didn't last long at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I got home, only Bruta and Darcy were outside, because those were the only two to pick from (Dave &amp; Patty and Jessica and her dad came over to bring home their puppy. No, you know what? It's not THEIR puppy. It's OUR puppy. MY PUPPY &amp;gt;:UUUU) They came FLYING over to me, all: HOLY HELL SAVE US FROM THESE STRANGE PEOPLE DDDD: See, what I noticed like, the past day or two was that Bruta and Darcy are now the most shy or something. i let them in the house last night, and Bruta and Darcy were the last ones to leave the family room, which connects to the garage (where the puppies are) and out to the kitchen. Bruta went, then Darcy  after much coaxing from me. And they were both so clingy as I was out there with everyone including mom. I mean, they weren't even going much near mom, maybe because she had already been out there, but Bruta was practically CONSTANTLY by my side, with Darcy wandering off more than her. Everyime someone would try to go over to Bruta when she was by me, she would scamper off, or at least back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom let the rest of the puppies out, and of course Bruta and Darcy got more comfortable, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE was saying how much they loved me, though X3 It was kinda funny. 'Cause Dave was going to my mom, "Alright, Patty (his wife has the same name as my mom), you gotta let us take Caitlin home with us and the puppy :U" and, "We need to bring a picture of you (me) home, at least, so we can show it to the puppy" and then Jessica, "Can I call you later? So your voice can ease the puppy to sleep?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I left then they left after. With my damn puppies. And Dave had been going all, "Don't worry you can see them every weekend :DDDD" BUT IT'S NOT EVEN EVERY WEEKEND. IT'S EVERY WEEKEND OF THE RUNNING SEASON. AND NOT EVEN THAT MUCH. AND PROBABLY ONLY ONE DAY OF THE WEEKEND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as the day went on and pop and I went to get mom a present for mother's day after the food drive, I was hardly thinking about Darcy, who had left, I was thinking mostly about Bruta. In fact, practically ENTIRELY of Bruta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her being my favorite... I mean, like... having a favorite dog or pet or whatever, to me, goes way BEYOND just having a friggin' CUTE FACE or whatever. Don't get me wrong, Bruta's gorgeous, friggin' GORGEOUS, but like... so is Dolly. But in that cutesy kind of way. A little kid kind of way. Bruta's beautiful in that mature kind of way. And Dolly, who is a good example, was loving EVERYONE and EVERYONE was all, "Aww, what a DARLING personality 8D" and whatnot, but Bruta... she's really reserved and shy and she wasn't bouncing all over everyone like Dolly was and basically all of the other puppies. See, it's awesome that Dolly has such the personality she has and it means she's comfortable with anyone, but... that doesn't make me feel as much loved as Bruta makes me feel, because Dolly loves everyone. ...Anybody get what I'm saying here? XD; Bruta was only comfortable with me, which made me feel special and muchloved while of course Dolly hopped on my lap and gave me love and all, but she did that with mostly everyone, which kind of devoids it of as much love and makes it more unspecial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefor, I'm trying to explain that Bruta's not just my favorite because of what she looks like on the outside. I mean, anyone would fall in love with her (or any of my other puppies... or ANY puppy :X) because she's so beautiful. Because, Rocky, of Roxanne's litter, was my favorite, and if I recall correctly he wasn't exactly the prettiest puppy around. Darla was, who we kept, and Drusilla who's also pretty, but mom doesn't like her for her personality, while I love her just a smidgen more than Darla, while mom loves Darla significantly more than she loves Drusilla :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I'm going next weekend to a sled dog party thing and Bruta and Darcy will be there and... crap, if they don't remember me, I'm seriously going to be crushed. More crushed than I feel now. Especially if Bruta shies away from me. Even for a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody that knows me though, knows that I have all of these dogs and well, have the right to think, "OH YOU HAVE ALL THOSE DOGS WHAT DO TWO LESS MATTER. HO &amp;gt;:U" but THAT'S THE THING. It's not like they're all big one goddamn ANIMAL! And if you take a small part away, it's not going to make a difference! All of them have their own personality! Their own VOICE! Literally! I can tell who's BARKING outside without LOOKING. Their own quirks and loveable things and when one's gone, yeah you have the rest and it's going to be easier to get past it BECAUSE you have more, but it's not like you just completely FORGET about them. YOU MISS THEM. You hate yourself for ever getting mad at them, for yelling at them or whatever. Yeah, you have the REST, but BECAUSE they're all DIFFERENT, they're not going to be REPLACED. Even if they have similiar peresonalities, like Darla and Dolly do (even look the same :X), there's always ONE thing that sets them apart from every other thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, it's AWESOME that I'm going to be able to get to visit Bruta and Darcy and I'm trying to convince myself that it IS but I don't think I ever will be, because they won't be MY dog. They'll be DAVE'S. and JESSICA'S. and they won't BE Bruta and Darcy. Dave named Bruta CANINE CRUISER (never even knew she was named Bruta. Well, Bruta was kind of a name I gave HER and then it just STUCK, not like I knew that would actually be her name) and Jessica is naming Darcy after (again, never knew she was named Darcy) some ridiculously retarded named after some football moron from PENNSTATE. YEAH, NAME YOUR DOGS STUPID NAMES, NOT MINE D: Cruiser, man. CRUISER. Of course, I'm not ever going to be calling them those names. Bruta is going to STAY Bruta and Darcy will STAY Darcy. Again, awesome that I can see them, unlike with Roxanne's litter, where Rocky, Spike, and Buffy all went to Pennsylvania and I never saw them again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how many dogs have been lost~?&lt;br /&gt;Daisie: pronounced far differently than how it's spelled, she was fricking gorgeous white, and when she was old and decrepid she was the yard dog and I remember I used to follow her around the yard when I was little as she lumbered along and I would put toys on her back. Died naturally, she was very old. Going on her seventeenth birthday, for pie's sake. &lt;br /&gt;Darka: beautiful black and white, similiar to Darla and Dolly, actually. Had a puppy that was born dead. Yelped one day in the kennel and dropped dead. I think she had heart problems. Can't remember how old she was.&lt;br /&gt;Cajun: really, really pretty, a dark color with greyness and blackness and whatnot, can't really describe it fully. She was old, must have had a stroke or something because we kept her in the garage. She would just wander around aimlessly. I remember when mom was feeding her she just stood over the bowl with her head down. And that was it. She did the same one time in the corner of the garage. We put her down, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Buffy, Angel, Spike: In Pennsylvania now. six years old, same as Darla and Drusilla. (I think they left before Cajun was put down, actually...)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne: Light color, impossible to describe markings, had a noticeably short tail, run on the team with her head way into her collar and her ass out to the side. Had something to do wiht her neck. Had a tumor, needed to be put down.&lt;br /&gt;Flash: Black and white, built like a tank, as in, he was square-ish. Something was wrong with his back legs and it gradually got worse and he couldn't hardly even walk, so we had to put him down. All he did was lay down, he was in too much pain. I'll never remember the day I was letting them out to excercise, and it was Flash's turn. This was after he stopped running, and his leg problem was getting worse. I opened the kennel and he got up and he was dragging his back legs across the ground ATTEMPTING to walk and was hollering and whining and he just kept trying to walk/run, so I had to coax him back inside.&lt;br /&gt;Zip: house dog, hit by a car, blue Austrailian cattle dog, girl. Not putting a long description not because I don't LOVE her, I just..&lt;br /&gt;Bruta and Darcy: left today, of course... but I'm able to visit them so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that? Eleven? Yeah. Eleven. You think I would've gotten used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to gain any sympathy by all of this, I just.. needed to let it all out XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that was a helluva lot longer than I expected it to be. Ohwell. Nobody really reads this anyway~</content>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-05-04T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T17:24:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T17:24:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#999999" size="5"&gt;MY iPOD BROKE&amp;nbsp;:DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;..... ;_;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-05-01T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T01:23:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T01:23:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;SOOOO my ALLERGIES finally kicked in full force yesterday. Plus that, and I've been HUNGRY almost CONTANSTLY no matter how much I eat the past WEEK. Ah, well. I'll go over all that in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. TRACK MEET. TUESDAY. RAN THE MILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PLACE BITCHES. WHOOO-YAAHHH BEAT THAT DDDD:&amp;lt; My time was 8:03, though :DDD Five seconds less than last meet!! Last meet was 8:08. BUT, that's kind only because I actually SPRINTED at the end this time due to the random guy that I could hear cheering me on every time I went around the laps. SO, last lap, right? I want to die, right? 'Cause 'cause 'cause I had been overlapped by the other girls on my team that were WAYYY ahead of me, so I yelled to cheer them on and WHOOP THERE GOES ALL MY OXYGEN SUPPLY 8D But the random guy, on the last lap, was saying to me "C'MON, MONDON GIRL FINISH STRONG FINISH STRONG" and I just think, "Alright, SCREW THIS" and start sprinting my ass off the last 100. Which is one long part of the track, in case nobody knows &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; And people cheeered for meeeee 8D Even though I was laaassstttt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like absolute crap right after that, though, and it took a while for the pain to go away @_@ BUT I was happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLERGIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SNEEZED, LIKE, TWENTY BAJILLION TIMES YESTERDAY AT TRACK D: but it wasn't nearly as bad as TODAY &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling sick alllll day 'cause of my allergies, not to mention I had a dentist's appointment to top it off, so it felt like... like... FOUR days in one &amp;gt;&amp;lt; One day BEFORE I went to the dentist's, second day when I was AT the dentist's, the third when I got BACK to school from the dentist's, and the fourth when I had TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, before I get to track, I was trying lamely to convince my mother to not make me go back to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whyyyyyy noooottt DDD:&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Because it's school DDD:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But but but but.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: It's just your ALLERGIES.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I KNOW &amp;gt;:UUUU&lt;br /&gt;Ma: You need to learn to suck it UP.&lt;br /&gt;Me: FUDGING FUDGE, I KNOW, THANK YOU, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING.&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;ma: &amp;gt;:K&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;Me:....Soooo, how's your day off so far? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Oh, pretty good, your father and I are working outside for the day :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: Orly? Good, great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see where that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... OHGAWD TRACK D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Religion is the last period today since it's a reverse day, and it's nearing the end and I feel like I'm getting worse. I mean, I am HOT, man DDD: So, I ask everyone around me within reach to feel my forehead and Alexis is all" HOT DAYUM, you're friggin' BURNING D:" and Emily (who has had a SINUS INFECTION THE PAST WEEK and I HAVE THREE CLASSES WITH HER DDD:&amp;lt;) goes, "Pfft, you're not THAT bad" but that's only because she had to feel with her arm with her sleeve on it, so she wouldn't get me anyMORE sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, I ask my Religion teacher after the bell rang to feel my forehead, and she says I feel hot, so I go to the nurse to get my temperature taken and it's 98.1 which I wasn't really all that SURPRISED about, since I KNEW it was just the allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse gives me a juicebox and says if I'm really not feeling well, not to do track &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GO to track, but can only to the warmup (which is, like, OVER A MILE) and I was sooooo ridiculously behind Bethanie and Molly because I feel HORRIBLE. I sit down, when we get back, because I feel SICK and WEAK physically, and they start their track workout, and I'm TELLING myself, "Okay, at least do a BIT of the track workout" but I never dooooo and I feel baaaddd but by the time I go back down in the locker room, call my parents because they were conveniently off today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP for like, an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get woken UP because I have PIANO PRACTICE TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Nooooo D:&lt;br /&gt;Ma: D:&amp;lt; You should have told me you didnt want to go EARLIER, then I wouldn't have RUSHED to DO EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But but but but, I didnt know you would CONSIDER even letting me skip D:&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Whatisthiswhat'sgoingon?&lt;br /&gt;Me: UGH. *goes to get thermometer*&lt;br /&gt;Me:...D:&lt;br /&gt;Pa:... ._.&lt;br /&gt;Me: TAKE. NOAW. *hands thermometer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102.7, bitches. &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102.7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SO, I get to stay home from piano. And take pills. That don't do shit. And OD on cough drops. WHOOOO ROCK ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd I don't think I'll be attending school tomorrow :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH, but BEST PART OF THE DAY? I remember watching this movie wayyyyyy back, and I used to think about it occassionally but NEVER REMEMBER THE NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the TV on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight o' clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE. IS ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAD JUST STARTED. THEN. AT THAT MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly JUMPED feebly for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TITLED: "The Thirteenth Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like, my favorite movie when I saw it. Now I'm ignoring it to do this journal entry XD I STILL LOVE IT, I just wanted to get up for a bit. And work my fingerssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I RETURN TO MY MOVIE :3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>LONG ENTRY? YOU BETCHA.</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T01:31:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;LOOK. A DIFFERENT LAYOUT THINGIE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, my days have been quite enjoyable, especially today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART was joyful, 'cause I got there REALLLYYY early and I immediately started working on my statue thingie-mah-bob and my art taecher comes over and says, "You know, I haven't got the chance to say this to you yet, but THIS *holds up my statue to examine* is EXCELLENT." And then she continues to compliment it the next minute or so, using many excellents~ X3 SHE EVEN SAID that it was going to be in the ART SHOW - only if I FINISHED it, though, of course, because I'm WAY behind for reasons I will get to in a minute - at the LIBRARY 8DDDD since, there's going to be one at our SCHOOL, but ALL of EVERYONE'S art will be there, and the best will go to the library toooooo :333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the statues are supposed to be in the likeness of what this artist dude Henry Moore did, his sculptures being all ABSTRACTY, usually just random shapes twisted around and stuff, but he also did human-ish things, too, so as I sat watching everyone do their sketch they all looked basically the SAME, except for this girl Alexis who was doing this ballerina thingie.&amp;nbsp;Mostly everybody was just doing these long twisty things. So, me wanting to be different, conjures up like, SEVEN different postures of this odd fox/coyote/wolf thingie with like, exaggerated limbs and tail and stuff. Then I make random abstract things and this odd swan... thingie without a head, just a long thing that attaches around both sides of its body... Idunevenknowhowtodescribeit &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Now, having filled a whole page with random thumbnail sketches, I call yonder over to my teacher to see which one she likes to DO, and I think she's going to tell me to do one of the abstracty ones, but she says she likes THREE of the FOXY THINGIES, but to do whatever I LIKE. So I ask Alexis across from me which one SHE likes of the three, and when she tells me I'm all, "ALRIGHTY, doin' that one~ 8D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everybody back then had practically already STARTED theirs, I was ALREADY behind, and I JUST finished all of the paper mache TODAY and nearly EVERRRYBOOODYYYY is already DOONNNNEEEE. D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio? Oh, yes. Alright. Since it was EARTH day, we watched the twenty minute video they were showing at the beginning of each class, and then...yeah. took notes after that. WOOHHOOOOOyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEX? Joyous, yes, I drew a HAND for Beth on her awesome little History project which took basically the whole flex time since I was eating in between and insulting Joanna's constantly moving hand WHICH I WAS TRYING TO USE AS A MODEL, so I turned to Beth's GORGEOUS WONDERFUL HAND instead~ And Matt doodled on Mr. Feraro's notebook, by accident, thinking it was Beth's. Annnnd. Yes. Kayla gave me a piece of her cookie &amp;lt;3 BUT I COULDNT EAT MY APPLES, because my mouth hurts for reasons I dont even know WHY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latin. Was Latin. We got new tables/partners. I'mma miss my old tablleeee. I actually had a bit of fuunnnn. In Laatttiinnn D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion. Was religion. We talked about disposable diapers. DONTEVENASKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to TRACK because father dearest didn't want me to since I told him about my complete and uber ABDOMEN TIGHTENING when I sprint. That ONLY started when I started track. He thinks something's wroonnnggg D: And I looked online, but I only got like, pregnany things .____. ...AND UNLESS I WAS DRUGGED AND RAPED, THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM PREGNANT. Unless I can somehow self-pollinate. LAWL, ohgod, I don't even know why I SAID THAT. DAMN YOU BIO CLASSSSSSSssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home on the BUS, obviously, was bombarded with love by my little fifth-grader buddy friend thing. Told her that YES I was going to her little sister's game practice today, which should have happend like, FOUR WEEKS AGO, but that first Tuesday I FORGOT, the next Tuesday, I went to the field, didn't see her, and LEFT, when she WAS actually THERE, the next NEXT tuesday I couldnt go because of my stupid DENTIST appointment but YES I COULD GO TODAY, THIS TUESDAY. Since it's from four thirty to six, I told her I could make it by five, since my parents dont pick me up from my Nana's till 4:45, but she said that her mom could pick me, so I gave her the address but TOLD HER that I wasn't SURE if I could be picked up or not. So when I got to my Nana's house, I did little chores for her then IMMEDIATELY fell asleep curled up like a pretzel on a chair. So, it happened like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *hears doorbell ringing* Unhh..&lt;br /&gt;Nana: *opens door*&lt;br /&gt;Voice: Hi, is... Caitlin here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking* sounds like... Meghan?... (but I didn't GET UP because I thought I was having like a DREAM that I was just HEARING and not SEEING X3)&lt;br /&gt;Nana: Caitlin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Me:...guh.&lt;br /&gt;Nana: CAITLIN.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nfrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Nana: D:&amp;lt; CAITLIINNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH GAWD WHUT DREAM? Eww. oh gawd, drooolll.... all over the side of my faacceeee... DDD: *rushes to door and stares at Meghan and Nana, trying to understand what's happening* ...MEGHAN? @_@&lt;br /&gt;Meghan: :D Pick you up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, wait, err, fell asleep, didn't call parents, be there at five, don't know, I'm sorry, stopitwiththedejectedface @______@;;;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan:...Oh... okay....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'M SORRYYYYY I'LL BE THERE I PROMISEEEE D:&lt;br /&gt;Meghan: S'kay :D *leaves*&lt;br /&gt;Nana: *stares at me* ._. whowasthatwhat'sgoingonwhat'shappeningatfive?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...Whuuuttt DDDD':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I DID GO THERE. I DID. And apparently they had gotten me a bottle of Coke 8D Which made me feel loved. So, instead of actually WATCHING Ally (Meghan's little sister) PLAY, Meghan, her OTHER middle sister Emily, and two random girls, and I went into the WOODS on a PATH&amp;nbsp;in the WOODS that I believed to have been NONEXISTANT because I didn't SEE IT until we went through a BUG INFESTED section next to the fence of the field.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after we had ADVENTUROUSLY explored the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Y'know, this would be a lot more exciting if we couldn't like, SEE houses through the trees. And the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Meghan: YEAH :U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and after I had gotten the crotch of my JEANS infested with WOOD SHAVINGS since I was trying to clammer onto a log that supposedly BOUNCED when you went on it, according to Meghan, we were GOING to just go to the parking lot, but then EMILY RAN OFF, and I had to CAHSE AFTER HER. FOR LIKE, TEN MINUTES. Well, it was more like, I caught up with her in three seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan: You fast.&lt;br /&gt;Me: FAT? ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT? &amp;gt;:U&lt;br /&gt;Meghan: FASSTTTTTT. GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I just kind of AMUSED her with chasing her until Meghan threatened her with telling their mother that she was bein a BAD GIRLLL :U Oh, yeah, and the two girls that came with us, like, ABANDONED us practically as soon as we walked on the path. STUPIDDSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to one of the little playground sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: *hits soccer ball on the back of my head*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why, THANK you 8DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Meghan's dad: el oh el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I moreso HEARD it then FELT it, for some reason. It must have been a weak soccer ball or SOMETHING. Or maybe I just have a hard head now all of a sudden~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we played a game called MULCH on the OTHER baby playground since there were two many OTHER little kids on the one we were currently at. Mulch is, like... the person who's "IT" stands on the mulch of the plaground, closes their eyes and counts to twenty then has to find their way up onto the playground WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED and then you have to tag the other people on the playground WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED and the people who they're trying to tag are supposed to tell them WHEN they're about to fall off or hit into something. So, we had this odd little way to choose who was it, Emily put her arms around in a circle shape, and Meghan, this girl Devin who was in seventh grade (I WAS THE OLDEST KID THERE. Devin thought I didn't even LOOK like a high schooler X3), and I put one of our hands in each, and then Emily told WHOEVER to put a hand in for HER and I DID since no one else WAS and they all of a sudden went, "HAH IT YOU'RE IT". D:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T EASY. AT ALL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was HELLA FUN, even though I was damaged the second time I was it, I hit my knee on the rail of the steps then SLAMMED my forehead onto said rail like, RIGHT AFTER I was hit my head. It was like, a damn REFLEX or something XD I was it the most times of course, though &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;;; But I had made skill on that playground when I wasn't it, though. MAD SKILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd apparently I'm going to be sleeping over Meghan's house on Friday into Saturday to watch Ally's soccer game :U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan: Do you think it's WEIRD? Hanging out with us YOUNGER people? Since you're so OLD?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo... nonsense.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really DON'T care, because I have FUN with them, and it harkens back to the days I wasn't an electronic whore, when my two friends lived in the house behind mine. Brandy, who was three years younger than me, and Kara who I LITERALLY knew since she was BORN. Both sisters. They were Jewish and I used to celebrate Hanukkah with them :3 Their mom was practically a second mom to me XD Because I went over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVERYDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;after school to their house. I'd just hop over the fence. THEN THEY HAD TO MOVE BECAUSE THEIR DIVORCED MOTHER MET SOME DUDE ON THE INTERNET. INTERNET!!!! Gawd, I miss those days. I really do ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted me to ask my religion teacher if hanging out with them would be considered Christian Service since I was apparently setting a "good role model" for them, according to their mother, but mom said it would just be like babysitting, which is a NO NO, but I wouldn't WANT to make it off as community service anyway, because that would be like expecting to get hours for just chilling with my friends X3 YES. THEY ARE MY ITTY-BITTY BUDDIES. IDUNCAREWHUTYOUSAY &amp;gt;:U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, but the trip to see Hairspray was CANCELLED for Drama Club so now I have to get my money back tomorrow but I won't be ABLE to since I'm going to leave at ELEVEN to see a cardioologist. So I may or may not have to go BACK to school and may or may NOT have to go to track tomorrow. I hope I don't have to wear a heart moniter again, like in fifth grade, when I had an "IRREGULAR HEARTBEAT" which basically turned out to be BS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT DYING. I've just been having odd heart spasms/twitches/dances/palpitations. I went to the doctor, she said it was normal for teens, especially girls. I had been expecting her to be all, "HOMG WHY DIDN'T YOU GET HERE SOONER YOU HAVE A RARE DISEASE THAT ONE IN SEVENTY THOUSAND BAJILLION HAVE YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS TO LIIVVEEEEEE SEEEEVVEEENNNN DAAAAYYYSSSSSSS" but she recommended I go to a cardioologist, JUST IN CASE. 'Cause I ALSO told her about the time days before my last term exams, I would all of a sudden feel really hot and my heart would start beating really fast when I tried to go to sleep, which I had associated with ANXIETY, but SHE associated it with my THYROID ._. But I forgot to mention the odd whistling thing my heart does occasionally. Like... that'sprobably not a correct way to be describing it, but &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;; IT SOUNDS LIKE REALLY SQUEAKY SHALLOW BREATHING. BUT I KNOW IT'S MY HEART. At least, I think it is @_@&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn, I have to study for my major Latin test tomorrow. HAAAAAATTTTTEEEEEEE.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>YOU MOVE LIKE A TORTOISE GIVING BIRTH.</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T01:29:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T01:33:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;LOOK. ORANGE 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, SO, I didn't go to track today because I got this SEARING headache towards the end of the day, close to the end of Bio after I had finished BOTH OF THE DAMN LABS that was supposed to be a collaboration between my "PARTNER" and I but she didn't do ANYTHINNNGGGGGG, and during art class I could hardly concentrate because it hurt SO GODDAMN MUCH &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the only thing that brightened my day (well, BEFORE I got home~) was when I was walking back from art, I was still in the same hallway, and I saw this big box out of the corner of my eye by this door with a few boys around it, but I wasn't paying much attention to it when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *jumps out of box* GRAGGHH.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HOLY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just SAW him jump out of the box out of the corner of my eye, 'cause when I had jumped to the side, I looked down and he was like, on all FOURS, so I had assumed he more or less FELL out of the box XDD It was awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSO, when I got HOME, well, actually when my mom picked me up from the bus stop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: There's a surprise for you on the kitchen table 8D&lt;br /&gt;Me: IS IT A PONY?&lt;br /&gt;Ma: &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: :U&lt;br /&gt;Ma: I had never seen them before, so I wondered if you would like it 8D&lt;br /&gt;Me: IS IT FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Ma: You'll see D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came home to a little package of rainbow colored Twizzlers with various possibly cancer-inducing artificial flavoring and dye of which Pop claimed to have been made from used car tires :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sentence made sense...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTHEN, I walk into my room...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm... large plush horse rested upon my futon... waitwtf, has that always been there? @_@&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Now you Ma: Now you can't bug us for a pony anymore 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IT WAS: THIS BIG-ASS STUFFED PONY THING ON MY FUTON. AND WHEN I MEAN BIG, I MEAN BIG. IT'S NEARLY MY HEIGHT, FOR THE LOVE OF KITTENS. That reminds me of something: KITTENS: may cause sneezing, tiny scratches, and erectile dysfunction 8D (I LOVE YOU, SCRUBS) So anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last thing I was expecting to find in my room XD And pop had even wrote a little note and taped it to my computer: "Hi. HOW WAS SCHOOL Signed, PONY" I remember we had gone to Cost Cutters a bit ago, AND I RECOGNIZED IT as one of the ponies that were lined up on the top shelf of one of the isles XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I went outside and pop had moved this swing-resty thingy/bed thingy he set up yesterday&amp;nbsp;and had gotten pillows for it, including this giraffe-printed one he said he got especially for me. It was like Christmas X33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S MUCH MORE I WANT TO SHARE BUT THEY ALL HAPPENED LIKE, LAST WEEK AND IT SEEMS STUPID TO TALK ABOUT THEM NOW. SO FAREWELL, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN MY LITTLE CONCUBINES~ &amp;lt;333 *rides off upon the back of a dromedary camel as she recites quotations spoken by Brother Theodore*&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-04-10T19:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T00:18:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;LOLHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Yes it was Tuesday. Holycrap, it's Thursday. I was going to update... yesterday? Why do I think today was yesterday? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTUESDAY, I finally went back to track and I was expecting my coach to be all "YOU. OFF TEAM. NAOW." because I hadn't been at practice the past, like, TWO WEEKS so when I told him he was just, "AI'GHT :U" so yaaaay 8D Even more yay because I didn't have to go to the meet yesterday. WHOOOO. I think everybody was supposed to go anyway though. But whatever. I'll blissfully pretend I didn't overhear a conversation amongst my fellow track people saying so &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;; ANDALSO, I said I would go to my little friend's smaller sister's soccer practice that day because I said I was going to ask my parents if I could have gone LAST tuesday because her little sister only has soccer practice on Tuesdays 'cause they're wee little munchkins and my little friend wanted me to go. And by little friend I mean little - NOT HEIGHT-WISE - but little as in LITTLE because she is in fifth grade and on my bus and has been clinging to me since I was her bus buddy - AND HER TWO SISTERS - so I just roll with it because they're actually fun to hang out with @_@ ANYWAYYYYYY, I didn't go the Tuesday before LAST so I was going to go THIS Tuesday. Or rather, last Tuesday. of this week. Yeah &amp;lt;_&amp;lt; AND I WENT TO THE FIELD SHE TOLD ME TO GO TO. AND I DIDN'T SEE HER OR HER FAMILY. ANYWHERE. AND MOM WAS IN A RUSH CAUSE SHE HAD TO BE AT THIS PLACE VERY SOON SO WE WENT TO THIS OTHER FIELD CLOSE BY TO CHECK AND THERE WAS A DAMN BASEBALL GAME GOING ON. And I tried to call her! And she didn't pick up her phone! So, yesterday, when I was on the bus, I'm sitting in my seat and she sits in the seat diagnol to me and gives me a "._." look and I give a "DDDDDDDDDDDD:" look of "HOLYHELLIMSODAMNSORRYPLZLOVEMESTILL&lt;em&gt;IWASTHEREMAN&lt;strong&gt;IWASTHERE." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I EXPLAIN to her that I was there and I tell her to check her phone and YES THE DAMN MISSED&amp;nbsp;CALL CURTESY OF ME IS THERE. And then she JUST has to go, "Oh, and yeah, not to make you feel BAD or anything, but Ally (her wittle sis) said on the way back *IN HORRIBLY DEJECTED AND SORROWFUL VOICE* "Where's Caitlin? ;_;" DDDDD: And THEN, "Since my sister had a scrimidge (however the hell you spell it) yesterday, when she saw that you werent there, she said "Now I can't WIN ;_;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH, CAUSE THAT DIDNT MAKE ME FEEL MORE BAD/GUILTIER THAN I HAD ALREADY FELT. THANK YOU. But I'm going next Tuesday. And staying there! I DONT CARE IF SOMEONE COMES AND RAPES ME I'LL BE THERE DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEEK HAS BEEN A BLUUURRRR. Matt's my new partner in Latin which means I'LLLLL be doing all of the "PARTNER" work but he hasn't even BEEN THERE the past two days because he's all, "Ewww Latin, our teacher sucksssss, Latin suckkksss D: *CUTCUT*" YES MATT YOU. YOU RIGHT THERE &amp;gt;:UUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid BRUCE, though, in my Latin class and one of the guys at my little table of four secluded in an isolated corner STOLE GUM FROM K-MART and was trying to sell it to me yesterday XDD And then he was trying to sell it to this other guy, Nick, also at my table, and he said he didn't have any money either and I go to Bruce, "You're not going to be making much business if you're customers don't even have any money X3" BUT DAYUM, MAN, he had so much gum. And he was even trying to hide it. And when he DID try to shove it all in his pocket, it was all *RUSTLERUSTLECRINKLECRUNKLE* Good thing our teacher is semi-oblivious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTDEARGAWD, last week, Bethany - STILL IN LATIN CLASS - was playing Hannah Montana on her laptop and our teacher goes, "Hey I like that 8D Bring in a CD and we'll excercise to it~" or it went along something like that, 'cause we occasional do little random stretches during class AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS KIDDING but on Tuesday Bethany brought in the CD so we were stretching and jogging in the same place to Hannah Montana XD Today, too. It was so very odd, but amusing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crap to blab about in Latin BUT. I don't care~ MOVING ON :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED MY MONSTER STATUE DOOD in art, now we're working on this abstract statue thing for which the skeleton I know have to SOMEWHAT do over because I wasn't making it "3D", I was making it "2D". WELL EXCUSEEEEEE ME IM NOT A PROFESSIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIIIIOOOOO. Uhh. Yeah, it's Bio. That's all there is to say. 8D I think...? Yes. Like I said, this whole damn week is a BLUURRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION HOMG. Tuesday, after our test, we got into our little circle of &lt;strike&gt;friendship&lt;/strike&gt; desks and SOMEHOW we got into this discussion about prostitutes, which somehow led to a COMPLETELY RANDOM question being asked by this kid ALEX, whom question, "CAN A PARALYZED MAN STILL HAVE SEX?" and while Mrs. Rosche is explaining to him HOW this could not come to be, everyone's all *GIGGLEFIT* and then Mrs. Rosche comes to the conclusion, "SO NO. He can't have sex. 'Cause he can't get an erection. Unless there was a mechanical one." and everyone goes all "WTF XDDD"&amp;nbsp; Mechanical dildo? No thank you, I'll pass~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT BIO. Yesterday, or the day before, Justin was trying to justify that he was taking notes during class and David who sits next to him goes all "LOL LET'S LOOKIRUR HISTOREE THEN~" and Justin's trying to frantically delete things in his History and David spots something and goes "REDTUBE? LOLWHUTSTHAT." So they look it up on this girl Victoria's laptop and they flip it around so OUR DAMN TEACHER SAW IT (by the by, it was a porn site~) SO she finally gets fed up with them and sends them to discipline but only David winds up going because he took the full blame for it :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACKTODAY: So, Mr. Oliver sent out us long distance people for a thirty minute run and the little three muskateers, consiting of Molly, Bethany, and I, whom aren't as good as, well, the GOOD girls, wind up only running TEN out of the thirty minutes. Then when we get back, I'm expecting "OH GAWD TORTUROUS TRACK WORKOUT" but we just sit there. For, like, twenty minutes. And Mr. Oliver comes by and he goes all "ARE YOU STRETCHING? I WANT YOU TO STRETCH MORE" so then we sit some MORE and eventually wander over to Mr. Oliver and he's all, "OH. Uh, you're done :U"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT SO BAD. BECAUSE WE DID, LIKE, NOTHING. AND EVERYONE ELSE WAS BUSTING THEIR ASS ON THE TRACK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what's even better? There wasn't supposed to be track practice tomorrow because there's a meet for only the REALLY REALLY good people on Saturday, BUT. Before we leave, coach goes, "OH YEAH. You distance people. Practice tomorrow for you 8D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: HATE. SOMUCHHATE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that all? Probably not, but I cant remember anything else. And this is already long enough. And I bet no one's reading this anyway 8D &lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>*LOLSTEAL*</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T21:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T21:15:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1.) Put your media player of choice on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2.) List the first fifteen songs that come up and add "in my pants" to the end.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Bold the ones that actually made you LOL.( I don't feel like doing that. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lazy eye in my pants&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama's got a squeezebox in my pants&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;How much is the fish&amp;nbsp;in my pants&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a heart Watson the rest of me is mere appendix in my pants&lt;br /&gt;5. Sonata Claro de Luna in my pants&lt;br /&gt;6. True romance in my pants&lt;br /&gt;7. Faithfully in my pants&lt;br /&gt;8. 5150 in my pants&lt;br /&gt;9. Bohemian rhapsody in my pants&lt;br /&gt;10. Blood in my pants&lt;br /&gt;11. The sour and the sweet in my pants&lt;br /&gt;12. Scar tissue in my pants&lt;br /&gt;13. Watching the detectives in my pants&lt;br /&gt;14. Growing wings in my pants&lt;br /&gt;15. Ants in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splee.~</content>
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    <title>DUDE WHERE'S MY SIGOURNEY WEAVER</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T01:36:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;SO, we watched Planet&amp;nbsp;Earth&amp;nbsp;today in Bio and I had the&amp;nbsp;urge to watch it tonight since we have the DVD&amp;nbsp;box set.&amp;nbsp;Fanceh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,&amp;nbsp;we must have gotten the stupid BRITISH version of it, because only the AMERICAN version has Sigourney Weaver narrating it and I'd MUCH prefer HER voice over DAVID ATTENBOROUGH, this old BRIT who SOUNDS&amp;nbsp;like an old Brit who would probably go around asking random people, "CARE FOR A CUP OF TEA?" in his annoying old-man British ACCENT D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I'm not hating the BRITS, but but but but but it's like ALL DIFFERENT. And I can't watch it now because his voice bothers me XDD&lt;br /&gt;I want to return it and get the not-British version but they'd probably be like "WTF, you bought this like, last year" X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I updated JUST to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I think a waiter was eavesdropping on me at TGIF tonight. 'Cause, I was talking with my parents about something rather SCANDELOUS that had happened with a friend from school and after I'm done talking after a while, I look up randomly and&amp;nbsp;I can see half of his face peeked over looking at me from over the wall-ish thingie that was like, THERE, behind my dad's seat. XD I just stare at him all, "._." and he walks away when he realizes that YES I SEE YOU YOU NOSEY MAN-HO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People these days. I tells ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthxbai&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Is the liver this stringy, spongey one or the squishy, slimey one?</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T21:27:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;LOL, so the frog dissection wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth was even telling me so, duing Psychology club, being all, "IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT MAY SEEEMMM" but I refused to listen but realized the truth when I was picking out frog guts and not minding much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have even ENJOYED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to cut the frog open, then take out the organs and she would come and see if we could name all of them and... and then something else would happen. I think. Nugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily was having little random fits of "EWWW GAWD D:", though when she'd look over at me operating. 'Cause we worked in pairs of two and... I don't know &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; because I did everything, basically~ X3 Emily just answered some questions and OHSHIZZINEEDTOFINISHTHATPACKETOHMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mrs. Hernandez took out an effin' DEAD CAT IN A BAG and we protested then Alexis started &lt;em&gt;crying&lt;/em&gt; she was so upset by it, and I was just focusing on my FROG, not WANTING to look at the kitty, but DID by ACCIDENT. I thought she had put it away, but NOPE THERE SHE WAS, WAVING THE TRANSPARENT BAG AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kitty D'''''':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYZZZZzz, in Religion MR. BUSH was our substitute and I was the first one to class and he goes, "OH! You're a freshman? :DDDDD" because - UNFORTUNATELY - he must have recognized me when he subbed my art class for his wife, MRS. BUSH, and apparently never realized I was a freshman :o I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; he said I was too SHORT to be a freshman, which kind of confused me, but I could've misheard him. I just laughed and went, "Yeah, I'm a freshman 8DDD" or something. My mind's a little hazey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOYEAH, continued watching 'Joan of Arc' then. Joan's a tough awesome bitchy bitch. But she's letting the whole " I SEE GOD" thing get to her head and it's only a matter of time before the bishops burn her at the stake. OHWELL. She lived a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATIN: we had a substitute (I HAD BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS DAY EVER SINCE LATIN BEGAN) and I finished my classwork soeffinearly so I had an HOUR to kill. An HOOOUURR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Tetris the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEX: Psychology club yay. Beth had mentioned going to a track meet to support our fellow team AND NOT RUN, so I called pappie and he agreed but not without asking me questions such as&amp;nbsp;"WHOSE PHONE ARE YOU USING WHERE'S YOUR PHONE ARE YOU IN SCHOOL WHERE ARE YOU NYEHH" but I will get to that in a moment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: FROGGIE DISSECTIOONNN, which I mentioned earlier. Huh. Out of order. that's going to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNDDD art class in which I massacred my little statue monster thingie further by painting it horrendously :D I have a reason for hating its little newspaper guts, though Mrs. Bush made the skeletal structure too LONNNGG, so now I want to burn it because it's not going to turn out EXACCTTLLLLYYY how I wanted it. I'll plan a religious burning gathering later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLYHELLMYLAPTOPISBURNINGINTOMYTHIGHSBUTIMTOOLAZYTOCHANGEOUTOFMYSHORTS @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to locker. Get hit in side of FACE by a locker that had swung open on my noggin curtesy of the person NEXT to me. Walk half-way to the girls locker room. Turn BACK, realizing I forgot my BIO BOOK outside my locker. Walk into locker room. Molly and Lauren. No Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly&amp;amp;Lauren: Whyyouhere? :U&lt;br /&gt;Me: .____. BethsaidthatshewasgoingtocheeryouandIwasgoingtosowewouldallsupportyouandbehappyandi'mtheonlyonenotchanginghereandBethiscurrentlynotpresent.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: She said something about not knowing if she could go and/or not having anyone to go with.&lt;br /&gt;Me: .___. ButshesaidweweregoingSHEINVITEDMEIAMTROUBLEDBYHERLACKOFEXISTANCEHERE D:&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: *shrug* She went to her bus.&lt;br /&gt;Me:....Excuse me, I'm going to go try to catch my bus. *RUN*&lt;br /&gt;Molly&amp;amp;Lauren: Have fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm RUNNING across the quad, thinking, "Ohgawd why am I even bothering? The buses are probably GONE D:" I eventually make it to the front of the school and NO ONE - save for this lady and this other lady - is out and the buses are running and I'm ohshitohshitohshit and then I continue brisk-walking and THINK one of the ladies sees me and I see her raise her hand and I think, "OH, she's going to halt the buses so I can get to my bus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUSES START MOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I BOLT. I'm running along the sidewalk along the front of the school and the buses parked along there just keep filing out and I can just IMAGINE the kids on the buses laughing and saying, "LOL LOOKIT THE LOSER RUNNING TO HER BUS", and then I pass the other lady and I think she says something to me, but I just keep running XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I see my bus, though, right? So I stop, then squint and see the bus that's stopped even after all the other buses leave, and I can tell&amp;nbsp;that it's mine and think, "OH, he sees me and is waiting for me :D" so I run there and expect him to open the closed door, only he seems preoccupied with something and GOES TO PUT THE BUS INTO DRIVE AND TOTTLE OFF, so I go, "KNOCKONDOORKNOCKONDOOR SEE ME PLZ LET ME IN I CAN'T WALK TO MY HOUSE IT'S FAR YES YOU SEE ME THANK YOU 8D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically FALL into the bus because I'm out of breath and everyone's staring at me X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, when I sat down in my seat though I felt like I was in such a good mood, though XD I thought I would be all "BETH THAT BITCH" but instead, I was thinking" DAYUM, that was fun 8D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, and since I had brought a plastic bag with me to take home the SEVEN half-drunken water bottles plus one Tropicana juice bottle, I nearly lost them all on the damn bus because I hadn't been paying attention to the bag WHICH WAS IGNORING ITS DUTIES OF PROTECTING ITS CONTENTS. They nearly all rolled their little watery asses away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, though, I wanted to pour out the nasty Godonlyknowswhomanyweeksold orange juice, and when I opened it, it FIZZED and HISSED like opening a soda can after being shaked. It was so freaky I thought it was possessed XD And pop just went, "Oh dang. Fermentation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the hell that means~ *duhrimsmartz*</content>
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    <title>NOOOOOO ;_;</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T02:33:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I HAVE TO CUT&amp;nbsp;A FROGGIE OPEN TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;__________;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART&amp;nbsp;HAS BEEN BROKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;__________________________;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dramadramasobcrysob*&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Hot dayum</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T19:41:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Holyhell, I felt so out of it today at school. Like, moreso than usual. I went to school with my mouth still hurting, then eventually the pain went away, we had an assembly, we watched a movie in Religion, then during Latin I think my mouth was bleeding the whole time, but I wasn't sure so i just didnt say anything xD I figgered "well, if I BLEEEEED to death, then, welll.... wait no bright side D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, but I had to bring some PILLZ today with me and took my Motrin during Flex. I was like - to my&amp;nbsp;gangstah&amp;nbsp;pals-,&amp;nbsp;"HEYHEYHEY, who wants to come with me to take my pillz in le bathroom so I dont overdose? :DDD" Joanna came and I was telling her about how I could pass as an emo druggie cause my hands are cut up from my puppies and I had the fricken motrin pill bottle jinglin around in my pocket XDD I WANTED SO BAD for a teacher or summin' to catch me, because it would have been hilarious. but, alas, no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WE PLAYED HANGMAN IN ROOM 412 today, like we always do and Joanna and I had the BESTEST SENTENCE EVAH BUT BETH AND EMILY WOULDNT ADMIT IIITTTTTT. Speaking of BETH, she owes me her SOUL for me going to buy her lunch. loljk. Then emily took my apples. but it was okay. because I couldnt eat them anyway. and Kelsey was there too. And I thought I had to do a BIO TAKE HOME TEST THAT WAS ASSIGNED FOR OVER THE VACATIONNNN, but I just dont know anymore D: Well i've gotta do it for tonight i think.... plus Latin... and .... and Latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFELTLIKEIWASHAVINGEMOTIONALINTERNALCONFLICTS today, like, up the ASS with conflicting emotions because not only was my mouth being a whore and I kept thinking it was BLEEDINNGGG, but it's that time of the month and it was affecting me for some reason, it never usually does :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body: LOL OPTIMISM, pessimism, OPTIMISM, pessimism, PESSIMISM,&amp;nbsp;optimism LOL LOOKIT HER SUFFERING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best not to lash out and punch someone in the face, then give them a hug and repeat the process though~ X33 during the bus ride though, little girl Megan who always sits next to me was making me want to choke her and hug her at the same time, Iwas lyk... lyk "WTF DO I DO I CANT COMMIT MURDER BUT I I I I I I GAWDDAYUM ITS THE PILLLZZZ DDDDX"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im better now. kinda. I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy because im at my nana's house and have been leeching on her neighbor's INTERNETZ for the past HALF HOUR and it usually only works like, five seconds. but it's been like, a half hour. And I rejoice for it. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YO, this dude texted me last night WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO EFFIN SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: What you doing&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well,&amp;nbsp;I WAS attemting to sleep. And may I inquire as to who this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I flipped through my old phone, figguring it was someone i knew but no. must've had the wrong number. Because I was never texted back. Lol, my intelligent wording and correct use of puncuation must've scared him/her/it off. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write a better update, but nyehh. sides, I never know when this internet is going to go off. PLUS, homework, man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE EASTER BREAK COME BAACCKKK NOOO WHY DID YOU LEAAVVEEEE MEEE MY LLOOOVVVEEEE DDDD':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO KICK AND LOVE ALL OF YOU AT THE SAME TIME &amp;lt;333333 ...D:</content>
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    <title>LOLSHIT XD</title>
    <published>2008-03-28T17:13:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;SO YEAH, I've hardly been in any pain and all I've really been doing is watching this hilariously retarded live-action Japanese TV show the past two days ad drinking my own weight in fluids and maintaning a diet of PILLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is basically about this girl who disguises herself as a boy to enrole in an all-boys' school so she can persuade this former high-jump track person into jumping again after he had an accident and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in the living room, watching the aforementioned show and it's getting towards the end of the episode and the emo-y object of the protagonist's affection is laying on the grass in the middle of the field of the school for some reason, and my mom waddles over to me and goes over my shoulder~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: WHO'S THAT?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns head around to answer her* THIS DUDE IN THIS SHOW I'M WATCHING ON THIS HERE LAPTOP. *turns back around and scene has switched to group of boy students surrounding the protagonist in a lie-detector chair and one of the guys has no shirt on, save for a BRA for some reason* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: :O I CAUGHT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHUTNOWHUT XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny at the time because I didn't know what to say, I was just laughing and mom was all, "I CAUGHT YOU I CAUGHT YOU" and I'm all "WTF WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S FOR THE SAKE OF HUMOR~ XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. Now my mom probably thinks I'm some little sick-minded child that watches cross-dressing Japanese men XDD</content>
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    <title>III FEEEELLLL NUUUMMMMBBBBBB!!</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T22:38:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T01:33:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, yeah, back from my surgery, joy. Actually, I can't remember EXACTLY when I got back. The appointment was at two :o AND I COULDN'T EAT/DRINK six hours PRIOR to that, so I had to wake up at 7:30 to EAT/DRINK then went back to&amp;nbsp;bed until around ten XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda really SUCKS about the whole thing is, I was AWARE of what was going&amp;nbsp;on during it .____. See, they did the whole "You're going to feel REALLY ice cold on your arm" and thte nurse on the other side of me lifts up the cover they had over&amp;nbsp;me so I can't see because&amp;nbsp;which didn't bother me at all because I'm quite certain I would have gone into a PANIC ATTACK, had I known what they were doing, because it was NOT COMFORTABLE. So, they start STRAPPING MY LEGS&amp;nbsp;AND WRISTS DOWN and I just have my head turned to the side of the nurse holding up the cover and they start asking me questions like dentists do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Vergos: So, you have a boyfriend? :DDD &lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo. &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Vergos: Do you want one? :U &lt;br /&gt;Me: No... they're a bunch of jerks, anyway... &lt;br /&gt;Nurses: X3&amp;nbsp;Good girl~&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they put the gas mask over my nose and telling me to move my butt up to the back of the chair, lift up my head, put my chin down, ect. And I'm just "Ugh, I'm not likin' this... @_@;;;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having the gas mask on, BUT STILL CONSCIOUS, albeit SLIGHTLY, they START THEIR WORK DDD: And I could feel it. I could HEAR this DRILLING and I start making noises of discomfort and trying to move around but I'm strapped down and I even think I started tearing XDD Although, I'm not sure. Then I think I blank out, but it seemed like it only took like, ten minutes, and I suddenly jerk awake and: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: You're done! :D &lt;br /&gt;Me: *slightly muffled by gauze in mouth* Wughlle fringh et potato? &lt;br /&gt;Translation: Already? o_o &lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Yup :D Now, don't move and keep your eyes open. &lt;br /&gt;Me: *dozing off and trying to move arms*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Stay awake! &amp;gt;:U &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yrellopff tyoggjds antelope! &lt;br /&gt;Translation: I am!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was three-thirty when I woke up, after they had JUST finished. And it started around two-fifteen, two-twenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, now I'm sitting here on the couch periodically changing the gauze over my now-absent wisdom tooth, shovin tissues n my mouth due to the unending drooling from the still-numb left side of my MOUTH, and putting ice to the aforementioned side of my mouth for twenty minutes on and off &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;; It doesn't hurt it's just ANNOYING AS HELL, because as soon as I take the tissues out of my mouth, they're COVERED in spit and I'm drooling all, "dfkdsl fjslfjsdl @___@" and I can't talk with it all in my mouth DDD:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehhh, it won't stop bleeedddiiinngggg DDDD':&amp;nbsp;MAKE IT STOP, LORD PLZ. MAKE IT STOOOPPPP DDDD: I have to BITE on the gauze and they SAID it would stop bleeding within the HOUR but I don't know how long it's been D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell. I'll live. I'll just have to suffer. Via uncontrollable drooling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, but my numb face is fun to poke XD&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: IT IS NINE THIRTY ONE PM. I want to shoot cute things at the moment. My face isn't numb anymore, but my CHIN still is. Dear GOD, it won't go away, I can't stop drooling, and I haven't eaten anything or drank anything since SEVEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING. Someone keel me plzzzz DDD': *whinecomplainbitchmoan* ;_;</content>
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    <title>We've taken on beans! ABANDON PIG!!</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T19:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T19:45:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Lol,&amp;nbsp;I love&amp;nbsp;Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, my dad kicked my ass at chess the other day XD 'Cause it was kinda sorta the first time I was actually PLAYING it; he had taught me some years ago and just had to refresh my memory. Yeah. Four times in a row he beat me XDD BUT BUT, the third time, CARNAGE, man. CARNAGE. I had one his rooks, both of his knights, one of his bishops, and one or two of his pawns out and he had my knight and rook, I think~ Still managed to kick my ass, though. X3 'Cause it don't matter if you've got one dude left, all yous gotta do is get your opponent's king. Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I had an annoyingly strange dream the other night, involving my father, my friend Beth, this girl Aimee from my school, my friend Emily, this guy from my religion class, this guy that resembles someone from my school, annnnd some random girl that I've never seen before .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll describe it for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I had a dream last night that bothered me greatly, so I was searching around for a dream interpretator thing for the hell of it, annnddd I got this professional's email (if you can call dream interpretation a profession...?) and she responded surprisingly fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath her response, is what I told her my dream was, and it came back broken up like that for some reason :X So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that you are replaying the death of your dog and that your dog was like a mother for you.&lt;br /&gt;You still have grief.&amp;nbsp; But what is alarming is that your father laughs suggesting that you view your father as cruel and insensitive.&amp;nbsp; How does your dad treat your mother?&amp;nbsp; I think that the dream is spelling out your father's attitude towards everyone.&amp;nbsp; You may have to do some inner work to heal your father issues.&amp;nbsp; I suggest you do.&amp;nbsp; Respect your mom for all that she has given you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will also visit my book site to read about my book, Divine Complement--a book about soulmates &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ariadnegreen.com/"&gt;http://www.ariadnegreen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless you,&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I had a dream last night in which I saw my mother and my house dog (who&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; died in October by car crash, and I was witness to it) walking along a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; street. My father was next to me and told me to wait to see them get hit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; by a car. A few cars came around, one coming from the side of where they&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; were walking, one backing up in front of them and one coming from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; The other two cars drive away, but the one that was coming up from behind&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; them hits them, my dog being thrown to the side like she had been when she&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; got hit in real life, and my mother falling backwards onto the hood, then&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; rolling off onto the ground. The car backed up, turned around and drove&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; away and I think they said something to my mother, who was lying on the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; ground, because she answered back. I turned to my father, who was next to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; me, and he was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Am I just missing my dead dog? What else could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I forgot to tell her that my dog had a tail in the dream for some reason, because she didn't have one in real life. I hope that wasn't anything critical o_o;; ...And waitaminute, October? It was September. CAN'T FOCUS NEED FLUIDS DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR THE DREAM I HAD SEVERAL NIGHTS AGO 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I was at this concert thing, only the majority of the people there were teenage-looking and in big groups (of like, fifty of so maybe) and sitting around on the ground at random parts, so it looked more like a picnic. There was a stand, though, and I was there in the crowd of people with my father and Beth. Something must have happened, because we started to leave, but Aimee suddenly appears and pulls us along the opposite way my father is going, and I turn around to look at him for a split second and he just kind of ha a face like, ":o". So, I'm uncertain about the whole thing, Beth is just kind of going along with it, and Aimee's all "LET'S GO GUYS :DDD" We get down to the picnic-y area and I realize peope are throwing rocks, still sitting down.&amp;nbsp;Put your two fists together, and that was the size of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off that they're throwing rocks, all "WTF WHAT'S WITH THE ROCKS" and this one girl throws a rock REALLY close to me, so I turn around and throw it to her and it hits her back. She swivels her upper body around and she's this heavy-set girl with wavy-ish scrappy looking black hair and has this grimace on her face. I think we say something to each other. Then it cuts to this really narrow grimy staircase, maybe not even two feet across and Beth is replaced with Emily and Aimee is nowhere to be seen. I reach in my pocket for my phone and it's not there, and I get even more pissed and start cursing. I turn around to Emily and apologize because she's just "._." at me and say something about my dad tracking me with the GPS thingie in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're in this dimly-lit pace sitting around a big round wooden table, and Beth and Emily are both there, this guy from my religion class, and this guy that looks like Anthony from my school, but not quite. There are other guys there, too, but they're all blurry. The guy fro my religion class stands up and starts spinning the table around. Then it stops, and the Anthony-looking guy does it too. Then we're all just talking and I'm sulking about my phone and Beth and Emily are trying to console me. The last thing I remember is suddenly wearing this small stripped apron on top on my clothes because we were talking about doing some clean-up crew, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... D: Stupid mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't WAIT to see what (or if) I dream about tonight. *HIGHEST DEGREE OF SARCASM*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no likey my dreams.</content>
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    <title>OHNOES D:</title>
    <published>2008-03-22T02:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T02:21:46Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">WEDNESDAY IS JUDGEMENT DAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my wisdom tooth pulled and my gum cut open. Oh, and also,&amp;nbsp;one of my brackets taken off. So my mouth doesn't catch fire due to the laser they'll be using.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE MEEEEEE ;____; Well, I guess it can't be as bad as getting six teeth pulled at the same time, right? Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYYYY.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, the other day, the only boy puppy&amp;nbsp;did the funniest thing~ XD Okay, maybe not the FUNNIEST THING EVERRRRR, but it was pretty funny at the time. Observe: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy puppy: *looking at me from afar* &lt;br /&gt;Me: :D C'mere, dumb-dumb! &lt;br /&gt;Boy puppy: *wags his tail and comes galloping over* &lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ma: XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, before my mom and I had been talking about how the boy puppy isn't so bright? So, yeah.&amp;nbsp;I think that officially confirms it&amp;nbsp;XDD&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNND I DID STUFF TODAY. Well, not really DURING the day, all I did was vegetate, practice my piano on and off, and waste electricity by leaving my TV on while on mute for practically the whole day X3. But I did spend the rest of the night when the 'rents got home with mother dearest doing... shizz. Out an' about. PetSmart, Linens N Things, Walmart (OH JOY), Kohl's, Five Below,&amp;nbsp;this little quaint bakery place by Kohl's, and ShopRite (EVEN MORE JOYOUS JOY) to get a HAMMMM. Because I know you all care so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT WE HAD TO GET. ISN'T THAT SO EXCITING? :DDDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atttt PetSmart we had to get crap for my wittle chinchilla schnookie-kins Grover because of the low-maintenance little fuzz-butt he is~ (Damn, that reminds me, have to let him out to totter around the kitchen all this week :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linens&amp;nbsp;N Things, we had to look for a shower curtian because SOMEBOODDYYY keeps tugging on it so that it tears because it's crappy plastic shizzy stuffs. We had no success, but I had to go to the bathroom in the beginning, y'see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: GOING TO BATHROOM. YOU LOOK FOR SHOWER CURTAIN. *salute* &lt;br /&gt;Ma: Where shall we meet? :U &lt;br /&gt;Me:...Wherever we're destined to meet &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; *scutters off* &lt;br /&gt;Ma: D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I do that, and I search around the WHOOLLLEEE store looking for mom, but not in like, every nook and cranny, just skimming. I find this little corner where no one can see me and I take out my cellphone and call her, because I don't feel like looking around anymore D: So, I plan on going all, "MOMMY I'M SCARED I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE THERE ARE PEOPLE LOOKING AT ME AND THERE'S A SCARY MAN FOLLOWING ME DDD:", but when I call her, I CAN HEAR HER PHONE, so I start running over to where I think she is and when she picks up the phone, I go, "WHERE ARE YOU I HEAR YOUR PHONE" and she just says, "By the shower curtains... ._.;;" and then as soon as she says that I find her &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALMART, we had to find a new toilet seat because SOMEBOOODDDYYY'S big fat ASS sits for too long on the goddamn thing and it TEARS *pointing accusative finger at father dearest*. So, miraculously, we find a shower curtain ANNND the same exact toilet seat we had orginally. And the shower curtain kinda matches, like our old one did, so that's good too :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KOHL'S, we had to get a candle, but before that I dragged mom into this little bakery place in the same shopping center and I get an apple crusant there~ :3 HOMG I LOVED IT @_@ I had never had one before, and I was going to split it with mom half and half, but then i cut her half in half again so I could have more~ &amp;gt;:3 Then we went into Five Below, this nifty store where every is five dollars or below (obviousslllyyy~) and there are these neat iPod cases there and I was contemplating whether to get this bitchin' colorful one or this black one with a skull, but I figured since my iPod was already black, I'd get the bitchin' colorful one which I loves &amp;lt;333 Then Kohl's to get a candle. Yeah, that was it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SHOP RIITTEE, where we wound up getting not ONLY the ham, but two things of orange juice, FOUR cases of twelve sodas, and ANOTHER eight-pack one, a bag of Cracker Jacks, and something else. I'm sure of it. And all because we got a cart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Cart, we need a cart *wanders over to cart with quarter ready in hand* &lt;br /&gt;Me: NO, if we get a cart, we'll just wind up getting more stuff than we originally had PLANNED D:&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;Ma: Nonsense! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Jet Set Radio Future D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP AND I WANT TO GO SEE HORTON HEARS A WHO! WHO'S WITH ME? :DDDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's FINE D:&amp;lt; Pffft, I'll go by MYSELF &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; I'll WALK to the theatre. FOOOOLS &amp;gt;:K &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I know there's something else I wanted to say, but ohwell. I'LL PUT PUPPY PICTURES UP SOON ME PROMISES.</content>
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    <title>Elmo IS evil.</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T19:21:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T19:21:29Z</updated>
    <category term="he&amp;apos;s out to get us! d:"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;PROOOFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2008/02/22/when-good-toys-go-bad-x-elmo-makes-death-threats-to-toddler/"&gt;http://www.engadget.com/2008/02/22/when-good-toys-go-bad-x-elmo-makes-death-threats-to-toddler/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tbo.com/video/xml/MGBBBA7WXCF.html"&gt;http://www.tbo.com/video/xml/MGBBBA7WXCF.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>WTF</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T01:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T01:38:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Adult Film Star Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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    <title>HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAAayyyeaahh...</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T00:27:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;*points to title above* YAY IT'S ST. PATTY'S DAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is also my mother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NAMED PATTYYYY :D (well, Patricia, but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I get to feel bad for about the third year in a row D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for some reason, I was expecting this holiday to be on a Sunday, right? I was planning to wake up early and force my father to help me with a whole big breakfast for my mama's b-day. But it falls on a MONDAY of course. I OFFER to stay home from school to keep mom company - who had taken the day off from &lt;strike&gt;hell&lt;/strike&gt; her work - but alas, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, she comes to pick me up after picking up pop and I ask her how her birthday is going and she just kind goes, "Meh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE LAST NEARLY THREE YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once she had gotten so upset on her birthday thanks to DADDY-KINS, for some stupid reason, and was CRYING, for God's sake. ON. HER. BIRTH. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we never do anything special for her, it seems. "We", as in my father and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out to T.G.I.F's to eat 'cause mom loves to go out to eat. Then when we get back, we give her her presents a bit later on, and I don't know WHAT my pop's problem is, but he was RUSHING me to fill out my card for her and was complaining that &lt;br /&gt;I was drawing a damn simple-as-hell shamrock on the card 'cause I wanted to make it St. Patricksy D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't you want to make this at least SOMEWHAT special?!&lt;br /&gt;Pop: As long as it doesn't eat up too much of my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR something along those lines. And I don't know whether he was joking or not, because sometimes it's difficult to tell. And he wanted to give her the stupid sweatshirt we bought for her STILL IN THE JCPENNY'S BAG DDDD:&amp;lt; I got a bag for it from the closet anyway, BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. So pop had the bright idea my mom needed a sweatshirt because she would always steal his, so we went to the mall and bought this ol' blue thing, fer like, twenty bucks.&amp;nbsp;For mother didn't know what she WANTEDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She HATED it, of course. Well, probably not HATED, but it wasn't WANTED or NEEDED. She said she didn't need it. And she even discussed this with me before, and I SOMEWHAT quote: "He's (as in, my dad) just going to go out and buy me something I'm going to wind up returning anyway. And if that's being ungrateful, then I already ask for God's forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I think she had a crappy birthday. Again. Then after she had asked for ice cream and I got it for her, I had this idea to take a piece of the cake she made yesterday, and make a shamrock on it with hershey syrup. So, I start it, right? Then she comes WALZTING out and I hover my body as close as possible to it as the chocolate syrup is pouring out over the whole damn thing going, "DON'T LOOK DON'T LOOK WHATAREYOUDOING YOU CAN'T LOOK @_@" then she must've seen the bit of chocolate-ness and goes, "Oh, honey, don't make that for me D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, at Friday's, mom mentioned she wanted to go to a St. Patrick's parade, so hopefully we can do that. It'll be a belated present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, drama, complain complain. Sorry, this whole thing just kind of got me in a rotten mood. I was hoping to have a jolly update, but ohwell. Sorryyyyyyy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I go finish my Bio homework so I can take a SHOWER for there are WOODCHIPS in my HAIR.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>lolyay</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T21:53:48Z</published>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-03-15T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T00:52:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I ushered at our school play last niigghhhttt :D Twas "Fiddler On The Roof". Damn good, I might say~ Sad though D: And... it's not REALLY about a fiddler on the roof. The title lies. Don't believe it &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETH AND MOLLY AND RIA AND BETH AND MOLLY AND RIA WERE THERE :3 And a few people I knew who went to see the play. FEWWW. Alexis, Christine, Andrea, and Sarah. YAAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to rip le ticketos with Beth~ We were each on opposite sides of the entrance, facing each other, and in the beginning, everything was fine. We each had the same amount of ripped tickets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pagano/Leech/Whatever gave us a basket to keep the tickets in, and Beth held it so I gave her all of my tickets and IMMEDIATLY everyone starts going over to HER giving HER THEIR tickets because she looks all official and whatnot and I just look like a useless person standing there D:&amp;lt; It turned into an all-out bloody ticket-ripping war. It was vicious. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNDDD it was all fun. Beth and I tried to swipe free food from the storage room but we had to be inconspicuous about it and some lady was there, so we eventually just gave up 'cause my dad was out in the parking lot all "WHERE ARE YOU" since it was already, like, 11:30, waiting to pick us up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOLLY GOT ON&amp;nbsp;A FREAKISH SUGAR HIIIGGHHH. Hah, when&amp;nbsp;I grabbed her M&amp;amp;Ms from her, her expression was priceless. Her eyes bulged out and all and she just had an "OMGTOTHEMAX" look on her face X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth kindly donated to the "Give Caitlin Money To Buy Swedish Fish Foundation" so I rotted my teeth with that. And other things happened. That I don't feel like esplainin'~ But it was joyous fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TOODAAAYYYY, but I was feeling ridiculously tired since I probably didn't fall asleep til twelve or later and I'm not used to that, then woke up at eight this mornin' to do my Bio packet. I have to study for the majority of tomorrow so I probably won't be able to go tomorrow, either D: Mrs. Leech was thankfully kind, though, when I called her and told her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED. A MOVIE TODAY. ON ONDEMAND. CALLED PAPRIKA. TWAS ANIME. AND MIND-BENDING. AND WONDERFULLY ODD AND FREAKISH AND SLIGHTLY DISTURBING. I recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...THE END :D</content>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-03-13T19:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T00:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T00:02:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;HEYYYY... sooooo. It's been awhile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say, since I've forgotten everything that I've been wanting to post the last two weeks. UHHMMM. I want to put more puppy pictures up, for they are older, buuuuttt... Ah, whatthehellI'lldoit &amp;gt;&amp;lt; NOOOW, while I try to configure this thing I shall blab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACK. OHMYGOOGLE D: The paaaiiinnn... the aggooonnyyyy... the suffeerrrriiinnnggg... We went to the weight room on Tuesday and my shoudlers and back are DYING, not to mention my thighs, but that should've already been obvious. I SHAN'T COMPLAIN THOUGH. I'LL TAKE IT LIKE A MAN. WOMAN. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; I didn't go today though. Not because of the soreness, I just felt like I had a notsogood day, homework and shizz is piling up on me AND I DROWN. I AM DROWING D: IN MY CAPS LOCK. Got a 65 on a BIO TEST. TESSSTTTTT. And today we had a Religion project on one of the sacraments, ours was Eucharist, groups of four, my group was MEEEEEE, Emily, Alexis and this dude Jesse. We had to present it orally, but because no one was doing ANYTHING during the time our teacher gave us, except for Emily (I was just drawing &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;) and because Alexis didn't do the questions we were supposed to do for it when SHE SAID SHE WOULD HAVE, we uberly failed. Hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks even MORE is that our teacher gave out papers with different requirements listed and next to them numbers one through five (five being the highest, obviously), and our peers had to grade us (and the others, didn't grade yourself, obviously~) and then add all the points together, and then when everyone was done with that after the current presentation, you passed it up to the first person in the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper I got from the girl behind me had TWOS LISTED ALL AROUND FOR US. And it's the last major grade, counting as a test D: TEEESSSTTTT ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I got my stylus back so I can do all of the computer art projects for Foundations of Art. I let Matt borrow it during Latin, like, A WEEK ago, ad he - surprisingly - gave it back today. I didn't think he would :U OHYEAH, and did I mention I have to write a FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY? IN ART CLASS? AARRRRTTTTT. DDDD:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, and yes, I remember now. SEE, I mentioned earlier I wanted these couple of video games in the series of Shin Megami Tensei games. So, feeling spontaneous, I went online late in February and was searching around, and came across the cheapest one, which was Persona 2: Innocent Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT REALIZING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would come from Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BE ENTIRELY IN JAPANESE XDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing some of the highly minimalistic English on the cover, I saw something. A little thing written there on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOR JAPAN ONLY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching a bit via internets, I found out that it was ONLY released in Japan for a number of reasons, including the fact that Hitler is ressurrected and apparently, depending on the choice of the player, the MALE main character can have an implied relationship with another MALE character. :o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCANDELOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to play it and my Playstation 2 told me to insert either a Playstation or Playstation 2 disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched again a bit. APPARENTLLLYYY, you can't play Japanese games in American Playstation 2s, because God is cruel. WHYYYY they don't just make them THE SAME is BEYOND me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can buy this thingie to make it play.. a mod chip, I think it's called...? I found one - I THINK - fer like, FORTY bucks. And I read somewhere online that somebody got theirs for FIFTEEN bucks, and mentioned that nobody should let anyone rip them off with a higher price~ However, this was from a site made in the late nineties, I believe &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;;; Times change D: I just have to figure out WHAT exactly is going to work, so I don't have to WASTE forty bucks for a game that I already payed FORTY for, and if that's the case, I could have already gotten a game I COULD PLAY WITHOUT IT BEING IN JAPANESE, for the added up eighty dollars D: THANKFULLY, I found a translation online but that's not going to help much if I can't play the damn thing &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR COMPUTER YOU BITCH GIVE ME THE LITTLE WINDOW TO IMPORT PICTURES WHINECOMPLAINBITCHMOAN D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, screw that, maybe tomorrow, I have a Latin vocab quiz to not study for~ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>musical_tides @ 2008-02-27T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T23:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T00:05:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">HEY, so yeah, this isn't going to be much of an update (AKA, all I'm&amp;nbsp;probably going to do is complain. But still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO, I haven't really been TALKING much to anybody lately, not because I want to&amp;nbsp;BE that way,&amp;nbsp;it's just that I haven't&amp;nbsp;SEEN anyone at school. And I haven't really been&amp;nbsp;happy all that much. I mean, when I get home I'm happy, but at school, I'm not that happy, only occasional spurts of "I LOVE LIFE NO WAIT NEVER MIND".&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been distant to&amp;nbsp;Molly, Lauren I haven't had a sustained a&amp;nbsp;lengthy conversation with since&amp;nbsp;school began, I see Emily EVERYWHERE (in THREE of my classes), Kelsey, not much but kinda since we walk together from our lockers, Joanna, hardly (yesterday was a whole damn bonding Flex with her, which I'll get to~), and finally, BETH, and I talk about her last because she's the one that's been bothering me MOST. All of a sudden, just like, I'm not talking to her. (YES, YOU, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.) I think I've said, oh maybe, THREE words to her the past WEEK and I don't think I talked to her today, either. Oh WAIT, no, I said HI to her. HIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is going on~?! I need to organize a whole THING to get all of us together because it's PISSING ME OFF that I hardly get to talk to any of my friends at SCHOOL. AT SCHOOOOLLLLL DDDDD:&amp;lt; Which is the place where MOST OF MY SOCIALIZING IS HELD. AND EVEN NOW THAT'S BEING TAKEN AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I srsly think I'm growing a deep contempt for EVERYTHING LIVING. I've been in a slump this whole week &lt;em&gt;during school &lt;/em&gt;where as soon as I step foot in those hallways, I WANT TO RIP SOMETHING APART. Sometimes I just feel like I'm going to take out my bad mood on someone, but I don't WANT to, so I hold it in and it BUILDS UP D: But I'm not like that the WHOLE DAY, just MOST of the day ._. Like, I'll be walking, and even if I just GLIMPSE at someone I know, I'll be all "JOYOUS I LOVE ALL OF YOOOUUUU~" which is something NORMAL when you see a friend but I feel like because I'm being so deprived of my friends even if they don't notice me I'm happy @___@ Fudge, I dunno &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*COUGH* ANYWAY. I semi-punched Justin today. &amp;gt;_o JUSTIN BOKAY, whom had transferred into my Biology class and whom I had hated the MOMENT he stepped into my classroom~ And the semi-punch wasn't the first time I had fought BACK. See, one day, he was being especially irritating, and I had managed to tolerate him up until he started tapping his pen against my head. So, I had whipped around, grabbed the pen out of his hand, and threw it to the side of the room, all while smiling pleasantly up at him. And this girl Veronica that sits a seat down from me had said, "THANK YOU, CAITLIN" because I wasn't the only one he was pissing off. Then after that, he started waving a piece of paper at my face, bumbling nonsense and I just glared at him with all of the hate I could muster, then Veronica went to Emily, "I think your friend wants to hurt Justin. Like, REALLY bad. And that's okay with me. Because I will TOTALLY back her up." And I says, "THANK YOU, Veronica :3" and she just goes, "YOU'RE WELCOME :3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY, I already told everybody that, just feel like typin' lots, SO. Today. He was - again - being especially annoying because his partner in crime was absent. He was pissing me about ten-thousand times with his antics, but what really set me off was when he RUBBED MY HEAD, when I was showing Emily my part of the project we did, saying "AWW THAT'S CUUUTTEEEE" so, I just armed him back with my, well, ARM, and said, "DON'T TOUCH ME, ALRIGHT? DDDD:&amp;lt;" in which he just mimicked me 'cause he had no BETTER response, and obviously Emily didn't notice my bad humor to it, for she just kind of made this odd giggle, BUT ANYWAY~ He started making this OBNOXIOUSLY loud noise right by my ear so I backhanded him in the shoulder. With my fist. Then he went "OOOWWWW THAT HURRTTT" like a little girl, and I says to him, "WELL THEN DON'T SCREAM IN MY EAR" and yet he did it AGAIN right after that. Then after THAT (he was effin' BOMBARDING ME &amp;gt;&amp;lt;), I was resting my head in my arms and he started poking me, saying "You're lazy, you're lazy" and I just tell him, "YEAH, I know, thanks~" and Veronica eventually notices and goes, "Justin, she's going to punch you and when she does I'm going to LAUGH." He says to me, then, "YEAH, so punch me, bring it" and I just go, "You want to be punched?", "Yeah, BRING IT", "Noooo.. not yet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, I wasted two paragraphs talking about Justin. He's not even worth a sentence, but I'm proud that I punched him~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNND YESTERDAYYYYY I spent my whole Flex with Joanna and we kept wandering around the hallways and I swear, I think the teachers were catching on XD We passed this guy down in the basement in his classroom, like, five times. 'Cause Joanna wanted to jump over this chair, so I put it in the middle of the basement hallway, and she runs practically ALLLLLL the way down the hall to jump over it XD Then I rush to put it back and we make our escape &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; 'Cause we're not allowed to be in the basement during Flex. But it was freaky, 'cause there was this teacher/authority-thing in the Gym and the guy in the room in the basement had the SAME yellow shirt and looked eerily similiar, so we were thinkin, "WTF, how did you get down here so fast" X33 Aah, that was a fun day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I didn't see ANYWAY, except for Emily during our classes and during the last ten minutes of Flex. OH YEAH, and Matt was there. HI, MATT I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU :D So, I was in Psychology club the whole time and LAUREN was, there, too, and Luka (FTW, is that how you spell her name? I know it isn't, it's spelled so weird 'cause it's awesome @_@) annnnd this other girl I know the name of but it escapes me, and Arielllllle and Ms. McShane, too. And, mentioned before, Emily and Matt were there as well, but at the very end :X Lol, in the beginning, only Ria and I were there so we were making "observations" from the window of the room, AKA, watching people walk to their cars XD I thought this lady in this red coat was going to go to&amp;nbsp;the RED car, 'cause they MATCHED, but she went to a blue one, so they CLASHED D:&amp;lt; This guy in a white shirt, too, I thought he was going to go to the WHITE car, but alas, no X3 Then a cop car went by and paused by this other parked car and I went to Ria, "They're swapping donuts :D" or summin' like that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAANNNNDD the puppies are still wonderfully adorable, they all waddle over with their little tails wagging when I go in the garage to play with them~ &amp;lt;3 I've got cuts on my arms/knee/thighs from them. I need to stop going out there in the garage with SHORTS XD 'Cause I had three of them in my lap at once and they were all looking over my arm and I thought it was the cutest thing~ &amp;lt;333333 CAN'T WAIT TIL THEY GET OLDER SO I CAN INVITES PEOPLES OVER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not my beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random people on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, like hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should think it would be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Question?</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T22:03:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">UHHMMM... What does it usually mean when your parents go to a lawyer, and you're quite positive that nothing's been done for them to be sued, or&amp;nbsp;them to sue someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;that's what my parents are out doing. Now. As I type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(huh, entries have been short recently, wtf? I have stuff to bitch about, but right now I'm like, confused. And extremely lonely.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Lol, okay, never mind, they were just "rearranging finances with the house". Which means we'll be homeless soon? &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;;</content>
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