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  <title>Mary-o</title>
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    <name>Mary-o</name>
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  <updated>2004-07-17T22:30:50Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mari_mac:48272</id>
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    <title>Phew.</title>
    <published>2004-07-17T22:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-17T22:30:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ian's plucking at the damn guitar. STOP IT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's funny because I know it is pretty much just Leslie, Erin and Shera who read this, maybe not even shera? I dont know if she's friend-ed....and yet I feel like I have to talk generally about my life as to make things vague for those random passer-bys. HOWEVER I am not going to do that anymore. Leslie may be the only one who appreciates my story though because she knows some background.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Steve's last night- he was all doped up on percocets for his wisdom tooth pain - and we had chats. Chats, in fact, for hours and hours, until 230am. &lt;br /&gt;We chatted and discussed that this is just a fling, but neither of us are good at flings without getting overly attached. Yet we're going to keep it going because neither of us want to stop it, it's really great right now. He told me that if I wasnt going to school he would want more than a fling. I agreed partly, but also expressed that I dont think I could ever be serious with him because of his drug business. He apologized and seemed really disappointed in himself because he knows the drug stuff makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted and came to the decision that we respect each other and think we should always say anything to each other, whatever is on our mind, because we're both the kind of people who can take it. I also told him that although I possess many boyish qualities in relationships, I am still an ultra sensitive girl and need to be treated like a delicate flower. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about my boobs. He cant get over how big they are. I told him to shut up, I am well aware of their disproportionate size. I hate them and want them chopped off. He supports me in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about lots more. By the end of the night, I had to think, I have never felt so satisfied after talking about thoughts and feelings with someone. He said he'd call me today, and would actually call (I told him I hate when he says he will but then doesnt call, because I feel like he's totally disrespecting me).&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to accept this as a fling, and although I know I may want it to be more as we grow closer, I will always know I could never love him like I loved Emo, and he could never love me like he loved Melissa (we discussed that too.). So I am quite content ...feels good to be at ease with the "let's see where things go" type of relationship.</content>
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    <title>eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title>
    <published>2004-07-05T03:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-05T03:19:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately I have been having those stupid squealing excited "I have a boy who likes me and I like him too" fits in the middle of the day, for no apparent reason. The other day at work I was sitting on the guard chair and realized I was smiling and had let out a little squeak. Kids must think I'm mental. And just now he called me and I went all NUTSO again because that's the third time he's called today, just to 'chat' and make plans. We are doing something ALL DAY Tuesday, which is thrilling considering he's a bum who usually sleeps until 3.&lt;br /&gt;NOW for my dilemna. He's a lowlife, lowlife, lowlife. Hot, sweet as a sonofabitch, but a lowlife. And that is just so shitty. So I feel I shouldn't get attached...but there's no way for me to do that. The squealing fits pretty much signal the demise of a 'harmless summer fling'.&lt;br /&gt;PS LESLIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ! AND ASK!</content>
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    <title>wishy washy wishy washy</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T05:08:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-21T05:08:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ben Harper - Oppression</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yah you know it, that's me. It seems that although I haven't posted in what feels like 20 years, I am still the same old 'flip-floppin' Mary I've always been!&lt;br /&gt;I've been all pissed off lately at everything but I never ever mention it to anyone because I don't even know what I'm pissed off about. I got mad today and threw the remote control across the room because the people on a Makeover Story picked hideous outfits....okiiieee...then I laughed at myself because I was scary for a moment in time! &lt;br /&gt;So I kind of forget what to write about in this thing...I feel like I should be charming or witty or something, but I don't wanna be right now! I want to go SHOPPING! YES, THAT IS WHAT I NEED! That shall be the cure-all...now I just have to figure out a way to get a hold of mom's mastercard....</content>
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    <title>The beginnings of the best goddamn speech in history...let's hope.</title>
    <published>2003-08-29T02:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-29T02:55:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, let me know what you think - This is all I have so far, and I need your opinion, is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a.&lt;/b&gt; cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b.&lt;/b&gt; overly descriptive and flowery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='ljparseerror'&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup ('&amp;lt;b.c.&amp;lt;/c&amp;gt;') in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto"&gt;So, let me know what you think - This is all I have so far, and I need your opinion, is it:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;a.&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;b.&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; overly descriptive and flowery&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;b.c.&amp;lt;/c&amp;gt; does she actually expect people to sit through this?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;d.&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;e.&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&amp;#39;s be honest here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear BHS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of you on my wall. Not of your bare, industrial exterior, but of your memories.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of you forever etched in my mind, of your people, your potential.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures can be seen everywhere I look, even in my new city at my new school.&lt;br /&gt;And even though all that walk your halls complain bitterly about you to this day, they may one day have these pictures, and they may one day realize we only take pictures of pleasant memories.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of my time in your presence, I began to feel the constant strain of &amp;quot;but I never did this!&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;I still haven&amp;#39;t done this!&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;There&amp;#39;s so little time left to do this!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;b&amp;gt;THANKS LESLIE!!! I love your stuff too!&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I kidding? There’s plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear BHS Graduates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;INSERT LOTS OF RAMBLING SPEECH, MOVING MOMENTS, CLEVER HUMOUR, MEMORABLE QUOTATIONS!HELP!&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending:&lt;br /&gt;Someone much wiser than myself once told me, “high school is a steppingstone on the path of life. It prepares you to learn.”&lt;br /&gt;Well no offense mom, but I beg to differ. High school is a milestone, and it prepares us to do much more than learn. It prepares us to hope, it prepares us to dream, it prepares us to accept ourselves and those around us, to love, to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long BHS. You’ve prepared us, and now (pause) ..we’re ready to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Strange days</title>
    <published>2003-08-25T23:58:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-25T23:58:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>David Beddingfield - If you're not the one</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's really weird, this feeling that I know everything is going to change. This feeling that nothing will follow me where I travel to, that the only things I have to remind of this former "life" is the occasional conversation with friends and some pictures on my wall. &lt;br /&gt;It's somewhat of a relief, particularly because I find myself growing tired of not knowing who I really am or if I should be wasting my time with the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;But the thing that bothers me the most is when I make decisions and then I'm lead to doubt them. I made a decision, and although I am still about 99% positive it was the right one, I'm reminded of all the good times we've had, like one of those stupid movie montages. It's too hard for me right now, and I'm glad I don't know your phone number because I'd be calling and asking for you back - a move I would most certainly regret.&lt;br /&gt;So for now I allow myself to listen to this song. I allow myself the comfort of knowing I made the right decision, and I can listen to this nostagically while we start our new lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we danced in my driveway? I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If your not the one then why does my soulf feel glad today&lt;br /&gt;If your not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart my calls&lt;br /&gt;If you you are not mine would i have the strength to stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the future brings,but i know your here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through and i hope you are the one i share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) I dont wanna run away but i cant take it i dont understand &lt;br /&gt;If i'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that i am&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyway that i can stay in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dont need you then why am i crying on my bed &lt;br /&gt;If i dont need you then why does your name resound in my head&lt;br /&gt;If your not for me then why does this distance name my life&lt;br /&gt;If your not for me then why do i dream of you as my wife&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why your so far away but i know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through and i hope you are the one i share my life with &lt;br /&gt;And i wish that you could be the one i die with &lt;br /&gt;And i pray that your the one i build my home with I hope i love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Couse i miss you body and soul so stroung that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And i breath you into my heart and i pray for the strenghth to stand today&lt;br /&gt;Couse i love you weither its wrong or right and though i cant be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hey I haven't posted since May!</title>
    <published>2003-08-01T23:54:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-01T23:54:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ian and Co. jamming in the garage</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Mary is the #1 most common female name.&lt;br&gt;2.629% of females in the US are named Mary.&lt;br&gt;Around 3351975 US females are named Mary!&lt;br&gt;source &lt;a href="http://www.namestatistics.com/"&gt;namestatistics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough to make someone feel extremely special, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MacDonald is the #821 most common last name.&lt;br&gt;0.015% of last names in the US are MacDonald.&lt;br&gt;Around 37500 US last names are MacDonald!&lt;br&gt;source &lt;a href="http://www.namestatistics.com/"&gt;namestatistics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I should write something...anything...&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sunburnt, and it makes me want to bathe in a bath with ice. However, I'll be laughing when I finally have a tan, after an entire summer outside!&lt;br /&gt;My parents left today for 2 weeks, and I was supposed to go over to Emo's and have some emo-mary time, but then Ian called me at work and told me to invite friends over. So I felt pressured. And I caved. Needless to say, Emo isn't too happy, and I feel awful, but I hope to have fun with friends here tonight! God love the FREEDOM!</content>
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    <title>mari_mac @ 2003-05-19T00:36:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-19T04:37:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-19T04:37:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How am I supposed to know what to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with us, because every time we speak you end up crying over me, how you want to spend time with me, how you don't want me to leave you. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, things get resolved and then we're happy, but then it happens all over again. I have nothing to say anymore, I've said it all before and you don't seem to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I don't love you, is that what it is? Are you afraid of next year? If so, understand that moping over me now is not helping your case, it's not making me want to be around you and stay with you when we go away. You want to be around me all the time, but can you even comprehend....this....madness? This absolute insanity that occurs during a simple phone call? YOU GET PISSED OFF AT ME FOR WANTING TO BE WITH MY FRIENDS....&lt;b&gt;when I haven't seen them for more than 10 min in over a week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a sweetheart, yet somehow I've never felt tears quite this hot before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but I &lt;i&gt;refuse&lt;/i&gt; to give up anything else for you.</content>
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    <title>........</title>
    <published>2003-05-19T04:20:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-19T04:20:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fuckfuck</lj:music>
    <content type="html">AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH grrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fuck.&lt;br /&gt;harumph.</content>
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    <title>it figures that my first post in about 2 months is not a real post at all!</title>
    <published>2003-04-04T22:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-04T22:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erinsaxton83.tripod.com/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~the.magickbox/goody.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://erinsaxton83.tripod.com/index.html" target="new"&gt;Which Stupid Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://erinsaxton83.tripod.com/index.html"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this next quiz....seems pretty accurate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erynz-quizzes.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~the.magickbox/apr.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://erynz-quizzes.cjb.net"&gt;What month should you have been born in?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://erynz-quizzes.cjb.net"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very true as well!    ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/animeotaku/1045537291_gb-APPEALR.jpg" border="0" alt="too big"&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOO BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/animeotaku/quizzes/(results%20contain%20pictures)%20What%20kind%20of%20ANIME%20BOOBS%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;(results contain pictures) What kind of ANIME BOOBS do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Look at me, I'm posting!</title>
    <published>2003-02-15T18:51:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-15T18:51:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>baby got back</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a good day yesterday. A really good day, possibly the best Valentines day ever, even though it's a stupid money making holiday. Plus, I did really well on a quiz or two and I just had FUN. I haven't felt happy in a while, and wow it feels nice. I'm going to try for it more often For now, a nice little survey ....I omitted the first question because I have not seen 10 bands live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9 Things you're looking forward to ]&lt;br /&gt;1. getting out of here and away from the assholes&lt;br /&gt;2. March Break&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls night next friday&lt;br /&gt;4. Working at Orono in the summer&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to the gym today&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting my homework done&lt;br /&gt;7. My parents leaving for Banff TOMORROW! I get dad's cellphone and a bunch of "emergency" money and food and a house and a big bed to myself.&lt;br /&gt;8. Seeing the fun boy from my chem class when I "randomly" make a stop at Payless shoes where he just happens to work. I like to be flirted with.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kissing Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08 Things You Wear Daily]&lt;br /&gt;1. undies&lt;br /&gt;2. bra&lt;br /&gt;3. socks&lt;br /&gt;4. pants&lt;br /&gt;5. a tank top&lt;br /&gt;6. a shirt&lt;br /&gt;7. earrings&lt;br /&gt;8. necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7 Things That Piss You Off]&lt;br /&gt;1. Asshole friends who don't act like friends. Yet I still look forward to our girls nights.&lt;br /&gt;2. That I still look forward to our girls nights&lt;br /&gt;3. The way I act as if everything's peachy when my asshole friends are around&lt;br /&gt;4. My mom's lack of reasoning for everything&lt;br /&gt;5. My dirty car&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleeping in a messed up bed&lt;br /&gt;7. That I want to be a vet but I'm allergic to animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06 Things You Touch Every Day]&lt;br /&gt;1. car keys&lt;br /&gt;2. A CD of some sort&lt;br /&gt;3. my face/hair....bascially myself!&lt;br /&gt;4. Jason&lt;br /&gt;5. paper&lt;br /&gt;6. books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05 Things You Do Every Day]&lt;br /&gt;1. smile&lt;br /&gt;2. cry&lt;br /&gt;3. eat&lt;br /&gt;4. think, sometimes too hard&lt;br /&gt;5. reminisce longingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04 People You'd Want to Spend More Time or Hang out With]&lt;br /&gt;1. my asshole friends&lt;br /&gt;2. me&lt;br /&gt;3. fun boy from chem class and his hot friend who is also fun and is always talking to me&lt;br /&gt;4. Mike Hossack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over]&lt;br /&gt;1. Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;2. 10 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;3. ferris bueller's day off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02 Of Your Favorite Songs At This Moment]&lt;br /&gt;1. Justin Timberlake - Cry me a river (yah so what, it's great)&lt;br /&gt;2. Led Zeppelin - Trampled Under Foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01 Person You Could Spend the Rest of Your Life With]&lt;br /&gt;1. I'd like to say Jason but sometimes that scares me</content>
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    <title>weeeeee</title>
    <published>2003-02-02T15:38:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-02T15:38:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm &lt;b&gt;a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, not-too-generous, not-too-selfish, relatively well adjusted human being!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/compatibility/?checkid=7272"&gt;See how compatible you are with me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>LOL</title>
    <published>2003-01-30T14:42:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-30T14:42:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This was good for a laugh....I had to post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/angelzashez/1040331889_oodboobies.gif" border="0" alt="breast implants!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU HAVE BREAST IMPLANTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/angelzashez/quizzes/what&amp;#39;s%20YOUR%20deepest%20secret%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what's YOUR deepest secret?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mari_mac @ 2003-01-28T23:04:00</title>
    <published>2003-01-29T04:04:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-29T04:04:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Leslie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have a few days off school between semesters, and I haven't spoken to you forever and all this LJ emotional hubbub makes me super-curious, I am calling you tomorrow. Be prepared. I will call. When you get home from school, expect me to be waiting on the other line.</content>
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    <title>hi.</title>
    <published>2003-01-20T22:45:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-20T22:45:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maren Ord - Waiting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">oooooooooooo a new LJ desktop format ...I like! It makes things so much fancier. But perhaps fancy isn't always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the time of year I envy you unsemestered bums, I have exams starting this week and (surprise surprise) I haven't started studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teachers decided to give tests today - one in math, one in bio, and they were done quite half-assedly! 86% on the bio, which made me mad because it was the easiest unit ever. Math ...let's not even go there, the general concensus was that it was TERRIBLE. Even genius kid Billy Ballik had problems.&lt;br /&gt;So yah, besides that, got my english ISU back and managed a 95 on a crappy essay and a 98 on a Great Expectations test. So I suppose the day went alright! I still haven't seen you guys since before Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;C'mon girls, let's get our rears in gear and organize something! I'm thinking two weekends from now, when my exams are over? I'll be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;That's my post for this month (hhaahah it's probably true, I laugh.)</content>
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    <title>It's alive...I'm alive!</title>
    <published>2002-12-24T00:40:50Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-24T00:40:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frasier Crane's annoying voice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Weeeeeeeee It's &lt;b&gt;Christmastime&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;That opening note is a striking contradiction as compared with my current mood. It's stinky because I'm usually excited to the point of illness, but this year all I can think of is relaxing and sleeping and watching endless hours of television dramas and my joy that the friggin hell we call school is temporarily OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I have some time on my hands, I'm going to (perhaps, if I don't get bored halfway through) make an &lt;b&gt;actual post!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fancy is that?&lt;br /&gt;Are there ants in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;Are you rarin' to go?&lt;br /&gt;Here she is...&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Leslie's damn special Christmas party, the party where we celebrated Christ in all his glory and holiness. HAH! Right. I must say, it was an experience and a half, seeing all those sexually charged people interact with one another, dirty dance, undo bras, play twister, play "I've never" etc. &lt;br /&gt;What was to be learned from that night? Hm, that my previously established friendships continue to kick some ass even after all these years, and that new aquaintances are FUN and NUTSO! Also, that on the surface I appear to be quite the dirty whore, and I'm sorry if I offended anyone or anyone thinks less of me for info shared. Further, Leslie gives amazing presents and throws most excellent parties that will go down in history. I think they should be titled, documented, and filed. They're that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently wearing a pair of neato socks that say "ZAP!" and I had a bath yesterday in moonflower suds and I have already washed a certain Campus Crew shirt that needed washing after its crazy breaking-in on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;I've worked three days in a row, and I'm really enjoying it because it breaks up my day, even if I'm only working 1.5 hours. Still, 9 hours over these 3 days equates to $104, so I'm not complaining! &lt;br /&gt;I worked today with the most fun people EVERRRRR! There was this little group of adolescent male &lt;i&gt;hellians&lt;/i&gt; and we had one great time yelling at those badasses and kicking them out of the pool. I mean, honestly, how many times can you expect to dunk someone in the deep end, stand on the mats, twirl on the slide, and whip balls at each other's heads before you get kicked out? Glorious was the moment they left the pool altogether. &lt;br /&gt;Then Robin and I shared a special Christmas moment when we told two little pisspots to stop peeling the christmas stickers off the windows. Lisa and I gossiped about our head guard's hangover, then prayed for baby jesus. Brian and I stole some popcorn from somebody's drawer then exchanged our inner thoughts regarding how the christmas spirit should be spread throughout the entire year. It was touching.&lt;br /&gt;And in case you didn't notice, that last paragraph was &lt;i&gt;dripping&lt;/i&gt; with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;plans for tonight&lt;/b&gt; helping dad wrap a bunch of presents and watching more TV DRAMAS! wooo can't get enough of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;plans for tomorrow&lt;/b&gt; helping Jason research the colleges he wants to go to, exchanging presents between families (i.e. his parents to me and my parents to him), then eating a dinner of all these special finger foods mom makes and going to see Lord of the Rings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOOORAAAAAYY&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of excited now...but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Leslie, we will talk about getting together after Christmas to drive around and look at all our new stuff! I sounds like ultimate fun to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <title>I laugh at me (since nobody else does)</title>
    <published>2002-12-07T01:09:13Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-07T01:09:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">You know, it's funny.....I barely even use the computer anymore, and when I do it's for either a quick communication or typing up a project. So Livejournal isn't exactly suited for my needs. However, I will continue with the account despite my lack of updating, simply because I love to read about other people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Hooorayy!</content>
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    <title>And I'm back from the dead</title>
    <published>2002-11-04T20:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-04T20:54:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no time no time!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I came on the computer after school today, opened up msn to find that I have approximately 27 e-mails in my inbox. So of course, my automatic reaction is "holy shit!" Then I open them to find out that I HAVEN'T BEEN ON THE INTERNET IN A FULL WEEK! Yes, one week. That makes me glad because I've really been strapping myself down and concentrating on my work because as much as I want to sleep and fail everything and make a whopping $11.57 my whole life, I realize how much I want to succeed and beat the asses of people like Brenna Ammons. &lt;br /&gt;Sooo anyway, things are crazy- I have a big bio isu, an english isu, math test tomorrow....I should go. Plus I'm going running for the 3rd time in the past 6 days - HOORRRAY I'm beginning to love it. (PS Shera - strap on three bras and things hold together nicely)&lt;br /&gt;tah tah for now!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah and leslie...I saw your post about me coming over saturday night and GODDAMNIT why didn't you call me? I stayed in till 9:30 to do hw, then went over to a friend's till 11, but I would have made allowances for you! goodness me.</content>
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    <title>BAHhhahaha</title>
    <published>2002-10-26T15:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-26T15:58:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dashboard - this ruined puzzle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wickednottocare/quizzes/What&amp;#39;s%20your%20brand%20of%20sexy%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wickednottocare/1034379164_anguidsexy.jpg" border="0" alt="languidsexy"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your brand of sexy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languid-Sexy.... You rock the messy hair and crisp white cotton sheet. Your idea of bliss is a day spent in bed with your lover. There is nothing wrong with that, though some people like to leave the bed at times. You're a total fox, even if you are a hedonistic bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/satcquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/carrie-bradshaw.jpg" width="300" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/satcquiz.html"&gt;Which Sex and the City Vixen Best Matches Your Sex Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/cancer.jpg" width="300" height="150" border="0" alt="cancer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;What's *Your* Sex Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm today is a really odd day. I realize how little I know about what I want to do with my life. All I know for sure right now is this:&lt;br /&gt;I want a house, to be married, have lots of kids and puppies. But that's so damn general it scares me. I don't want to sort out the details yet - I'm still prancing around, having fun as a teen!&lt;br /&gt;This crazy guy icon suits my mood right now - BAGHHHH fuck it all to hell!&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>God I hate this woman.</title>
    <published>2002-10-26T01:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-26T01:03:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/dumbblondequiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/torispelling.jpg" alt="tori spelling" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Inner Blonde is Tori Spelling&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skanky, wild, and a total daddy's ho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up for you as you've left your plastic 90210 days behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honey, you look horrible as a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/dumbblondequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's *Your* Inner Dumb Blonde? Click Here to Find Out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>hahah that's right!</title>
    <published>2002-10-24T00:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-24T00:18:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>something corporate - good news</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/romantic.jpg" alt="romantic kisser" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Romantic Kisser!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do *You* Kiss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>I have to do something.</title>
    <published>2002-10-17T00:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-17T00:58:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I went to the library during my spare to pick up some books (and plus, the library is so much fun!). I saw one of the most startlingly realistic things I've ever seen in my life. A man was sleeping on the bench in the front of the library, curled up under a blanket, using a bottle of Listerine as his pillow. I presume he's an alcoholic. &lt;br /&gt;There was something about this scene - the way he was clutching the bottle - as if it was the only thing he could ever depend on, the only thing that matters in his life. There are so many realizations that came to me from seeing that one man.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough -things like this have bothered me to this extent and beyond at other times in my life (such as homelessness, poor families, drug/alcohol addiction), so I have to do something. My mom and I are going to go visit the salvation army and see about volunteering in any way possible. I'm going to spend some money every week...even 5 or 10 dollars...on food to give to shelters . Also, she always tells me about needy families she visits, particularly about this one woman who can't even afford shoes for her three children. So, my mom is going to talk to people at work and ask them to get together the names of families they visit who are in need of serious assistance around Christmas time, and I'm going to buy tons of books (help me out here Leslie, my chapters buddy!), toys, clothes etc. for these families. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of ignoring this, because it's real, and it shouldn't be happening. Don't think I'm pressuring anyone into this - I just see people who are far less fortunate than myself ... and I want to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think my picture for this post is highly appropriate! lol!</content>
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    <title>I have to do something.</title>
    <published>2002-10-16T23:18:15Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today I went to the library during my spare to pick up some books (and plus, the library is so much fun!). I saw one of the most startlingly realistic things I've ever seen in my life. A man was sleeping on the bench in the front of the library, curled up under a blanket, using a bottle of Listerine as his pillow. I presume he's an alcoholic. &lt;br /&gt;There was something about this scene - the way he was clutching the bottle - as if it was the only thing he could ever depend on, the only thing that matters in his life. There are so many realizations that came to me from seeing that one man.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough -things like this have bothered me to this extent and beyond at other times in my life (such as homelessness, poor families, drug/alcohol addiction), so I have to do something. My mom and I are going to go visit the salvation army and see about volunteering in any way possible. I'm going to spend some money every week...even 5 or 10 dollars...on food to give to shelters . Also, she always tells me about needy families she visits, particularly about this one woman who can't even afford shoes for her three children. So, my mom is going to talk to people at work and ask them to get together the names of families they visit who are in need of serious assistance around Christmas time, and I'm going to buy tons of books (help me out here Leslie, my chapters buddy!), toys, clothes etc. for these families. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of ignoring this, because it's real, and it shouldn't be happening. Don't think I'm pressuring anyone into this - I just see people who are far less fortunate than myself ... and I want to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think my picture for this post is highly appropriate! lol!</content>
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    <title>I have to do something.</title>
    <published>2002-10-16T23:16:20Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-16T23:16:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I went to the library during my spare to pick up some books (and plus, the library is so much fun!). I saw one of the most startlingly realistic things I've ever seen in my life. A man was sleeping on the bench in the front of the library, curled up under a blanket, using a bottle of Listerine as his pillow. I presume he's an alcoholic. &lt;br /&gt;There was something about this scene - the way he was clutching the bottle - as if it was the only thing he could ever depend on, the only thing that matters in his life. There are so many realizations that came to me from seeing that one man.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough -things like this have bothered me to this extent and beyond at other times in my life (such as homelessness, poor families, drug/alcohol addiction), so I have to do something. My mom and I are going to go visit the salvation army and see about volunteering in any way possible. I'm going to spend some money every week...even 5 or 10 dollars...on food to give to shelters . Also, she always tells me about needy families she visits, particularly about this one woman who can't even afford shoes for her three children. So, my mom is going to talk to people at work and ask them to get together the names of families they visit who are in need of serious assistance around Christmas time, and I'm going to buy tons of books (help me out here Leslie, my chapters buddy!), toys, clothes etc. for these families. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of ignoring this, because it's real, and it shouldn't be happening. Don't think I'm pressuring anyone into this - I just see people who are far less fortunate than myself ... and I want to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think my picture for this post is highly appropriate! lol!</content>
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    <title>I have to do something.</title>
    <published>2002-10-16T23:15:27Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-16T23:15:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I went to the library during my spare to pick up some books (and plus, the library is so much fun!). I saw one of the most startlingly realistic things I've ever seen in my life. A man was sleeping on the bench in the front of the library, curled up under a blanket, using a bottle of Listerine as his pillow. I presume he's an alcoholic. &lt;br /&gt;There was something about this scene - the way he was clutching the bottle - as if it was the only thing he could ever depend on, the only thing that matters in his life. There are so many realizations that came to me from seeing that one man.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough -things like this have bothered me to this extent and beyond at other times in my life (such as homelessness, poor families, drug/alcohol addiction), so I have to do something. My mom and I are going to go visit the salvation army and see about volunteering in any way possible. I'm going to spend some money every week...even 5 or 10 dollars...on food to give to shelters . Also, she always tells me about needy families she visits, particularly about this one woman who can't even afford shoes for her three children. So, my mom is going to talk to people at work and ask them to get together the names of families they visit who are in need of serious assistance around Christmas time, and I'm going to buy tons of books (help me out here Leslie, my chapters buddy!), toys, clothes etc. for these families. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of ignoring this, because it's real, and it shouldn't be happening. Don't think I'm pressuring anyone into this - I just see people who are far less fortunate than myself ... and I want to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think my picture for this post is highly appropriate! lol!</content>
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    <title>dum dee doo dum</title>
    <published>2002-10-11T21:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-11T21:32:37Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">You have no idea how pleased I am to do an online quiz again! It's been soooo long! WAHOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier new, Courier"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/images/communism.jpg" border="none"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better dead then Red!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/index.html"&gt; What pisses you off?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Created by &lt;a href="http://ptocheia.livejournal.com"&gt;ptocheia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/notanerd.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/nerd.html"&gt;take the nerd test.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. a nerd utopia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/murder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/deathquiz.html"&gt;take the death quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. laura = great.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww..that one's so depressing!</content>
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