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  <title>JACKPOT!</title>
  <subtitle>army</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-07-31T05:09:35Z</updated>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2006-07-31T00:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T05:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T05:09:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>da ark</lj:music>
    <content type="html">before it is too late, i would like to say some things. i'm not sure where most of the summer went. i'm not sure why i started going to sleep at 10:30 or why i stopped bike riding, because i liked it and it made me feel like not such a bum. i haven't been listening to hardly any reggaeton...a lot of kimya though, in honor of the baby maybe. she fucking named her PANDA!!! seriously, that could not have been more perfect...i don't even know. i'm supposed to read this book for my school but it's about science or something and frankly, i'm not ready to be a college student. the one eight page paper we had to write last year i just didn't do. i'll probably be assigned twenty or something and i just don't know how to do it. i don't want to feel the pressure of over-acheiving kids in my class looking down on me because i don't understand math on any level or&amp;nbsp;because i don't know all of the irregular forms of the preterate tense or even how to spell it. or a lot of words, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to that two week period of school when you're supposed to make all of your friends, because that' just too much pressure. and also, what if no one at my school likes to put on crazy outfits and dance around and look like a complete jackass and what if they all take themselves really seriously. and what happens if i start to. what if i run out of money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is though, i really want to leave, to go. i'm excited about the new people i'm going to meet and love. i know that i'm going to start smoking and start some crazy self destructive behaviors and parts of me wants to sort of regulate that but another part of me knows that this is the only four years of my whole life where i'll do all of it. i don't actually know anything though.</content>
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    <title>cuando yo estoy pensando en ti...</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T00:45:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T00:47:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lo Que Me Gusta A Mi - Juanes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="380" alt="" width="301" src="http://image40.webshots.com/41/5/78/77/2666578770075285369mNKvyc_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emperatriz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine how excited I am to see this face again. Honduras in ONE MONTH. I can't believe it's been 6 months since I was last there. Although, in some ways I can. I can't wait for that post-Honduras feeling where I want to tear all of my hair and cry and give everything I own away. It's how I want to feel all the time, instead of watching the "Daily 10" on E!. Fucking E!, I hate that channel, but I watch it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="More Honduras Pictures..."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image46.webshots.com/46/1/69/70/2550169700075285369BouXmD_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image42.webshots.com/43/7/27/84/2616727840075285369JFAjTE_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image30.webshots.com/31/5/49/70/2421549700075285369zBsfhl_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who?&lt;/strong&gt; (It's not Luigi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image60.webshots.com/60/0/30/98/2667030980075285369sJWnKr_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image46.webshots.com/47/1/27/7/2114127070075285369uVzntp_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaghhhh. this picture makes my heart explode.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>SKEWEL</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T03:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T03:54:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my babies, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but next year is going to be freaking amazing. for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday bash. sept 25. be thurr. (graduation in t minus almost 1 month!!)</content>
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    <title>i heart you.</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T14:33:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T14:33:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i would just like to say that this year has been amazing and that i love all of my friends. even though we'll be pretty close next year (except keara, my love)...i will miss you all dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's dance to reggaeton and smoke cigarettes and laugh all summer long.</content>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2006-01-01T20:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T01:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T01:20:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hall &amp; Oates - Rich Girl (EMILY WHAT DID YOU DO?!)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ok i haven't rilly updated in a while. but...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;FORDHAM HURR I COME. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fordhamobserver.com/media/paper827/news/2005/10/20/Opinions/Campus.Rivalry.Rose.Hill.Vs.Lincoln.Center-1026838.shtml"&gt;lincoln center is clearly the better choice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That article has&amp;nbsp;basically justified my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;p.s. get ready for a&amp;nbsp;LOT of googly eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>panda love</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T02:33:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T02:33:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maximo Park - Kiss You Better</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="571" src="http://oseb79.free.fr/images/Nature,%20animeaux/Panda%2002.jpg" width="620"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="300" src="http://www.snappytheclam.com/images/panda.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/GiantPandas/"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;PANDAS!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2005-08-03T18:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T22:56:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T22:56:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wicked - Defying Gravity</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="505" src="http://image55.webshots.com/55/0/58/3/412705803OqKVdv_ph.jpg" width="566"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image60.webshots.com/160/3/55/88/411135588KcNBqV_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;rat tails were really hip over there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image52.webshots.com/52/3/56/66/411135666oEuGwZ_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is Brianna, Kathryn, Nadia, and me at the bullfight dressed as red rangers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image55.webshots.com/55/3/44/27/411134427VRtYqZ_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This old, probably German man thought it was really cool to skate around outside a museum in short-shorts doing "tricks" on his skates. Only, it wasn't. It was only funny.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image54.webshots.com/54/0/57/94/412705794hUUnCh_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nadia doing the running man. Clearly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image57.webshots.com/157/0/58/89/412705889vZmNDl_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MY HOUSE! Half of it, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image58.webshots.com/58/0/63/43/412706343WlRtmn_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman in the middle was our dance teacher. We had dance lessons in a gay bar, if that gives you any clue to what she was like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://image53.webshots.com/53/0/63/32/412706332gkqoDM_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the Guggenheim in Bilbao, there was this giant dog made out of flowers. Neat!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>it's near new haven!</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T19:25:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T19:25:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Juanes - Camisa Negra</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm back froms Spain! It was extremely amazing in all aspects of the word except for the following: 2 friends who I missed quite a lot, diet snapple, and tivo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop listening to this song. I played it for Emily last night and I thought she was going to cry. She's like "WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOUR MUSIC TASTE WHEN YOU GO TO COLLEGE AND YOU'RE AWAY FROM ME?!?!?!". Oh, Emily. lolz I have no idea what will happen. I will probably become a huge Britney Spears fan or something. Or not, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would talk about the trip, but there is way too much to tell anyway. I hope everyone had a good july.</content>
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    <title>i hope you'll remember me that way</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T21:03:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T21:03:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kaiser Chiefs - What Did I Ever Give You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm leaving for Spain tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for a month and I'm sure I will want to hear from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel like emailing me, or want a postcard email me at CrazyIntention9@yahoo.com and give me your address! See everyone in August!</content>
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    <title>via aerea par avion</title>
    <published>2005-06-24T05:31:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-24T05:31:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nada - mi familia esta durmiendo!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so I leave for Spain in 4 days (FOUR DAYS!). And I'm not really nervous yet, which makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really posted to tell you that before I go to sleep at night, I involuntarily spend about an hour rehearsing thing say to my host family. Like "what if they ask me about this?" and then I'll figure out a way I know how to say it in Spanish. Only I know that once I get there, I will forget all six years I have studied the fucking lanuage. I'll just be like uhhhh HOLA!!!! and they will hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches, todos.</content>
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    <title>loopy loopy!</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T05:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T05:08:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Brunettes - Loopy Loopy Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Okay so I know no one reads this but if you feel so inclined, read under el cut and give me some inspirational "it's okay don't worry about it" comments. kay? kay. Just this once.&amp;nbsp;I promise.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I woke up this morning to a message from my boss asking me to come in early because this woman I work with was schedualed to have a day off, my friend Katy didn't show up to cover for her, and one of the Pharmacists' mother died (Pville Rx xcore). So I went in two or three hours early and it was really crazy because they were really under-staffed and really busy. But this other woman I work with (who just works in the Hallmark section. not as xcore as the rx part.) asks me where Katy is, but I don't know so I just sort of shrug it off and take the day on instead of worrying about why she isn't here. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I started writing up some things and since I was wearing glasses I had to look directly down to see what I was writing, and then the woman I work with starts &lt;strong&gt;yelling&lt;/strong&gt; at me. "I don't like your &lt;em&gt;attitude&lt;/em&gt;! You're not even looking at me! &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the adult here!!!" Those exact words, in front of customers, my co-workers, everyone. I started sobbing and even after I collected myself, this lady was a bitch to me all day. The only other time she talked to me was to yell at me for helping someone at the back register when there was a rediculous line. She wanted me to just stand at the front register where I get two customers an hour to prevent "shoplifting". What the fuck. Okay, so steal a fucking $1.99 card. People aren't going to be hauling out jewelry boxes and giant ceramic vases lady, get a grip.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;LOLZ so my plan is to get a job at CVS. Yes, I'm selling out to the chain, but fuck them. I get paid fucking $6 an hour to take people's shit and vacuum and handle perscriptions and answer the phones and wrap presents and speak to all the Spanish-speaking people and do inventory and stock shelves and basically everything else as well. I know no one read this, but that's cool. I needed to vent anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>falls over</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T00:57:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T00:57:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Interpol - Not Even Jail</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okay so it is bad when your brother turns 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this is when you begin to get drunk by yourself when your parents go to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singing alone to songs gets really old quite fast and calling everyone in your phonebook becomes really tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gjkleass RAWR!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>YES, YES, YES!</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T15:04:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T15:04:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Matty Pop Chart!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night was amazing! Emily, wtf, how did that happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to kick anyone's ass...I just want to sing some songs...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also us freaking at Kimya and her waving back from her tour van..thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO A FUCKING PUPPET SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2005-05-07T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T22:58:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T22:58:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Le Tigre - My My Metrocard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i can officially stop working, okay? thankx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the oc can SUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only eventful things that have happened to me are: adam green's jewish star and the opportunity to take a four-hour long test during which i had to write an essay about the role of occupation in a person's life. wtf? college board can suck my dick as well.</content>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2005-03-23T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T23:27:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T23:27:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>kimya dawson - will you be me?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">taken from allison&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(X) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;(X) madeout with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) had sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(x) made out in a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(X) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(X) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of my parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(X) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( )had a crush on a teacher &lt;br /&gt;( ) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker &lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(X) purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(X) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(X) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(X) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(X) taken painkillers (for purely medical reasons.)&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) petted a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;( ) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light &lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost &lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) screamed penis in class&lt;br /&gt;(x) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn’t take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;(x) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) pushed into a pool with all your clothes on &lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused &lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) made porn&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kicked out your house</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2005-03-19T01:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-19T06:42:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-19T06:43:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rilo Kiley - Portions for Foxes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday my brother found a mouse trying to climb up the stairs in my house so he kept it and put in a shoebox. Only the poor little thing is literally only one inch long and his head is larger than his body. You look at him and think that he's shaking, but it's really only his heart beating. He has tiny little fingernails and fur and his name is Queso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my brother's 21st birthday. This is really weird and I'm not sure if I like it. I still sort of think that sixteen is "old" - old to the 11-year-old-self that is still locked inside of me, somewhere. Although I know that sixteen is not old, and that my life would be much easier if I were 18. But I am not. Lotto tickets, voting, and cigarettes will have to wait, I suppose. But most importantly, ADAM GREEN SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I really repeat myself a lot with the whole race thing, but I really have to talk about this. There was this lady on the tape we watched in American today that really sent me over the edge. This woman was photographed screaming at a black girl trying to go to school and then said, "I'm not saying it's right, but that's how it was," with a shrug. And then "When these..." -PAUSE- (should I say niggers? no, i'll get in trouble for that. colored people? no, i'm pretty sure i can't say that either. oh, fuck it. i'll skip it.) "...kids entered that school, everything changed." And then later in the program she gets completely angry because some idiot lied about being smart on tv. I really am still angry about this.</content>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2005-02-28T22:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T03:15:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T00:41:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I haven't been to a proper day of school in almost two weeks. I'm not quite sure how this has happened, but I must say that I like it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My hamster is offically evil. She chews on things at night and is basically Satan. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got a letter in the mail saying that they've reserved a spot on my PIA Spain trip for me. I'm not really sure what I'm getting myself into with this whole trip. It's all sort of overwhelming and&amp;nbsp;quite a daunting task to speak only Spanish for four weeks. I don't really want it to start because that means it will end and a month in Europe is the only thing really sustaining me right now. Someone shoot me? I'm a spoiled little bitch.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>VIVA BARBIES!!</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T05:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T05:17:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Las Chicas de Spice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In sectionales mr. maceli made us do his favorite: You sing one, I'll sing three. "ONEEE!!!" "THREEEEE!!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh Gawsh.&amp;nbsp;Senor Adam Green is one sexy &lt;a href="http://www.andrewkendall.com/pages/photogallery/picturedisplay.php?id=490&amp;amp;picturenumber=2"&gt;mister&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And also, at work today&amp;nbsp;a middle schooler peed on the floor. He had mental problems, which is understandable (I guess? If your son is susseptable to peeing in public places, wouldn't he wear a diaper or something? Or not go out? I don't know. Maybe I'm just being mean.). But the person he was with just said to us "You might want to get a bucket, he had an accident in the front of the store." And then he left. AND WE HAD TO CLEAN UP THIS KIDS PEE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And by we I mean one of the pharamcists. But still, it was rude.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing else new except Driver Zed with gealrjeka;we westlake guys and fun-ness on Sabado. Kaiser Chiefs - aqui vamos!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>sorry, i'm feeling a bit teste</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T03:25:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T03:25:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Temptations - My Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated in months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a good time to update because I am going to fail my tests tomorrow, and this might be the last time I'm ever quite normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only new things in my life are I got a hamster and her name is Tex. She's mucho cute. Also, Emily and I are most likely going to see Kimya Dawson in early February which is the only bright light on the horizon. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and a certain someone is sucking his own balls for a living now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with everyone else?</content>
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    <title>i still don't know where it goes</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T01:37:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-20T01:37:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frou Frou - Let Go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Every day I am amazed by Ms. Meyer's...um...I don't really know what to call it. "I know...it's a monday, it's ninth period, it's raining, I have brown hair etc etc etc" she could go on for hours. Although it is refreshing to have somewhat of a period off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to my cousin's homecoming dance this weekend (why? I've never even been to one of my own?) with her and her boyfriend DANTE. yes, I'll leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Emily and I went to the Killers and the Moldy Peaches shows lately, and by lately I mean a few weeks ago. But they were fun, sad that they're over. Adam Green is seriously beautiful. That is the best way to describe him. and the girl in the group was so cute! felt lamexcore though, buying cokes at a bar. fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for Italia in a month, and my brother's girlfriend/ex-girlfriend-ish sort of person is going to be there when we're there. But oh well, I'm so excited. I feel like such a little spoiled bitch. Who goes to London, Paris and Rome all in one year? If I weren't me I would hate myself. Not even in a jealous way, in the "wow, you really are a spoiled little bitch" kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all is well with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;(real world tonight!)</content>
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    <title>birds wont quit</title>
    <published>2004-09-23T01:46:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-23T01:54:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nick Drake - One of These Things</lj:music>
    <content type="html">KEARA I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND JENN TOO BUT I DONT THINK SHE READS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE A REGULAR FUCKING CELEBRITY!! ONLY MORE TALENTED AND SMART!!!&lt;br /&gt;(unlike some people in our english class. ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm am just posting to say that Zach Braff is officially the most awesome beautiful person on the entire planet. and i will marry him someday. or his clone. must find out when scrubs is on. i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying? no. failing? yes.</content>
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    <title>pranksta...WOAH</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T22:29:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T22:29:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Usher - Caught Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so teachers think that school=life, therefore i have no life. someone should inform them. yeah, too bad i'm not going to do most of it. ugh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i have fun orchestra tonight. i think that someone decided that to play the french horn, you must be lame. too bad i was not informed ahahaha. no, but seriously. maybe that's why i'm last chair. oh! emily and i are taking a quoteunquote music theory class with tony. sometimes i'm just jealous of myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421556282/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;at the beach. before we almost died.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421556282/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;of course, more pictures of anna.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421556282/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;campfire! Praise/My dad/ her dad/ my dad&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;okay that's enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421556282/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>PostaPrioritaria</title>
    <published>2004-09-07T21:27:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T21:27:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="441" src="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/photography/galleries/venice/images/popup/NGM1995_02p78-9_zoom.jpg" width="629"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(the square/plaza thing that is on the postcard)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my brother called me one night and says "Hey! I'm in Venice! I'm sitting here in this plaza listening to live orchestras and drinking wine! What are you doing?" So he sent me a postcard of where he was and gave me this message:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anna,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was the place a view I was at when I called the other night. Moon and all. If you look to the left you can see the chairs where the music was playing that you heard. Good luck with all things. Ciao Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Drew&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I suppose some deciphering is necessary to understand some of that. But yes, thought it would be nice to share.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>we live in a beautiful world</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T03:55:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T03:55:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins - Caring is Creepy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my dad is in the hospital again. it's his heart, but they're not even sure what it is, and it's nothing too serious. i was with emily watching "igby goes down" and he asked me to call 911. so i did. and that was my first time calling 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot a lot of homework to do. but i'm still not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw garden state for the second time. i went by myself...it was nice. a sort of last night of summer "hoorah". only, not. it was more beautiful than that. because that movie is beautiful. it made me think of all the beautiful moments of the summer. not just the good ones, the beautiful ones, the hurtful ones, the ones full of emotion. the ones where i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only i still feel pretty much apathetic about everything. and i wish i could just be upset or cry or something but i can't. does that make sense?</content>
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    <title>thatgirlhaslove @ 2004-08-10T20:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-11T00:14:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-11T00:14:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421541221/1.jpg" width="358"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421541221/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;cutest little cousin&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421541226/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;praise/anna/me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anna had been crying, so i was trying to fit in. lol&lt;/p&gt;
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