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  <title>It&apos;s over</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 06:51:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>New journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_vulgariscute&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgariscute&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgariscute.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgariscute.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgariscute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 00:51:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The pope died.&lt;br /&gt;They asked me to take over, but I had to decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Mike&apos;s was good. Then at Adrian&apos;s girlfriend&apos;s was good too.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Adrian thinks I&apos;m dirty. He&apos;s wrong. I think that I think Mike is too cute. I&apos;m right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break doesn&apos;t suck so much anymore</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2005 15:33:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chik fil a&apos;s playground is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/IceskatingChikfilaWalmart/P1262085.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 17:38:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m bored.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something today.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 21:20:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Please, oh please.&lt;br /&gt;Just give up and let Terri Schaivo die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s not even living. She may be alive, but she sure as fuck is not living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of those people, with the duct tape that says &quot;LIFE&quot; on their mouths, just bring back Dr. Death. That&apos;s my only solution. She&apos;s not getting better. Part of her brain has fucking melted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ trying to give her water is stupid, she would choke and die.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 04:56:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I hate fat little 12 year olds that think it&apos;s funny to be loud in movie theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these kids. Were being so goddamn loud. Like literally, I think they ate the loudest that I have ever heard anybody before. What kind of kid does that? I mean really, what do your parents have to do to you to make you so annoying that people literally want to rip your head off? Okay, maybe not so far. But punch them. &lt;br /&gt;I mean god damn, my parents have me whipped, I won&apos;t lie. But that&apos;s the way it should be. It&apos;s not the fucking video games or tv shows. The only people that blame those things are the parents that are too stuck up their own asses to realize that maybe if you paid more attention to your kids, they wouldn&apos;t be so fucked up. And the kids that say it&apos;s the video game that made them do it? They&apos;re just feeding the flame because they know there&apos;s a high chance of them not getting in trouble, and ending up getting millions from playstation or something because for some reason, adults are walking around with their fingers so far up their noses that their brain does not function.&lt;br /&gt;Wow so. I changed topic quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s change it again.&lt;br /&gt;The Ring2 sucked.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 21:42:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://spe.atdmt.com/b/TUTRU1234TRU/divein_300x250.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; border=&quot;2&quot; height=&quot;250&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of seeing these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it, she has great, greasy boobs.&lt;br /&gt;But where are the men with bulging muscles and/or the penis cleavage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexistmotherfahguhahoohumassgrumblegrumble.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 03:24:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So okay.&lt;br /&gt;Wow I love today.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;love&amp;love&amp;love</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 20:17:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I wish the fact that most bands&apos; second cd sucks, was not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do they go home and think &quot;Now, how can I fuck this up really bad&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 19:32:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I give up on trying.&lt;br /&gt;I really fucking do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 00:02:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I hate chocolate bunnies and peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like to microwave peeps. But as for taste, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to my Granny&apos;s and hunting for Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;I wish Fionnuala was up here. Going to see your friend that you haven&apos;t seen in forever is soooo last year. She should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I&apos;m a fanatic of sorts. A lover, you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to sleep on the trampoline tonight.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 03:26:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Saw James/Dyed my hair/Foxpoint Show/Saw Avery&amp;Bobby/Saw Michael/Just. oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;love&amp;love&amp;love.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2005 15:25:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>There&apos;s a show at the Fox Point clubhouse today.&lt;br /&gt;It starts at 4, and it&apos;s free. So that means that you should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 this morning&lt;br /&gt;and I didn&apos;t forget to turn off my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is coming up too goddamn early.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 20:50:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve updated so many times today.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT ANONYMOUSLY (that should be the first thing you check)&lt;br /&gt;Leave a secret. A thought. A question. A rant. Criticism. Praise. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;As many as you&apos;d like. Say what&apos;s on your mind, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it away.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 20:12:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yesterday was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love Fionnuala and Danielle. They brighten my day. Danielle with her overhead grinding and Fionnuala with her extreme singing skills :)&lt;br /&gt;I stayed after for the A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum party. It was cute. We got fake coins, bubbles, and blowynoiseyfrilly things. I remembered how much I loved Doritos and babies. Sheppard was there with her little baby girl, Anna Rose. I got to feed her and such, but in the process I got titmilk on my crotch. That was gross. But she was so little. Oh everything should be little. It&apos;s just good to pigout on Doritos and soda with Fionnuala and TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1161450.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1161452.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1161451.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fionnuala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171508.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171500.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171546.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171529.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171533.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171538.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Sheps%20Baby/P1171539.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K cute.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 14:50:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i try to believe&lt;br /&gt;in miracles, but when i reach out&lt;br /&gt;my hands to touch your robes,&lt;br /&gt;sand fills my palms, slides&lt;br /&gt;between my fingers. i try&lt;br /&gt;to speak out in desolation,&lt;br /&gt;but only those  inane,&lt;br /&gt;white &lt;font color=&quot;black&quot;&gt;----&lt;/font&gt; rose petals&lt;br /&gt;fall from my lips, fluttering&lt;br /&gt;to the ground, collecting&lt;br /&gt;in a pile around my dirty feet.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2005 21:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I love to like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing whether guys are gay or not. I&apos;m just so curious, but I would never ask something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate zoos. Oh they kill me so much. The poor animals aren&apos;t meant to be caged up. They live in large areas for a reason. I mean, okay, how about I put you in a room that&apos;s just large enough for you to bathe, eat, sleep, do some kind of random activity and piss; and you have to stay there for the rest of your life. Tell me that you wouldn&apos;t go insane. Just tell me that. I don&apos;t know. I think animals have feelings too. I think they miss their home, their families. You can tell just by looking at your dogs. I mean, they get happy as fuck when you come home from a long weekend, or even like a 30 minute ride to the store or something. You know why? They missed you. Sure, they give the birds a large space to fly, but compared to the whole world, that&apos;s nothing. You can argue that most of them are born into captivity, but that&apos;s just as horrible. To never know what&apos;s out there. I mean really.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 22:17:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I went shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody got turned on.&lt;br /&gt;But I bought like 3,000 tanktops and two skirts. &lt;i&gt;Skirts&lt;/i&gt; I tell you, SKIRTS! And I&apos;m actually going to wear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I got some dark jeans which I needed because I&apos;ve had all my current jeans since like 7th grade, and their faded like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I&apos;m turning into a girl. Well, I am a girl but i&apos;m starting to &lt;b&gt;act&lt;/b&gt; like one. :(&lt;br /&gt;I actually got excited about the idea of going shopping for shoes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I tried on dresses even though I&apos;m not going to any dances.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at something pink and thought &apos;that&apos;s cute&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Myspace/P1141420.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Myspace/P1141430.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Myspace/P1141424.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/Myspace/P1141426.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 02:43:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;you would kill for this, just a little bit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would, too.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I feel now. I mean, stuff sucks. But I feel real happy. It&apos;s refreshing to be oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I made a notebook. It&apos;s amazing. It has what looks like funeral home wallpaper on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The Perfect Guy&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: Brown maybe light green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height?: Not much taller than me. So maybe like 5&apos;5. I really don&apos;t care for tall boys. They&apos;re intimidating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six pack?: No I don&apos;t think so. I mean, I&apos;ve never even met a guy with a real one that wasn&apos;t creepy and had bulging veins. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair or short?: Midway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?: Eh, if he&apos;s confident with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrows?: No unibrows or penciled eyebrows here baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big butt or little?: Hah, I have a thing for butts I think. It&apos;s the main thing I look at. Anyways, in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest hair?: K so. No cavemen, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buff or skinny?: I don&apos;t really like buff guys. They&apos;re frightening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth?: Straight and white. I love nice teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or serious?: Both, I mean neither are good all the time, but mostly funny, because I hate when I try to play around, and they don&apos;t play back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party-hopper or more stay-at-home?: Party-hoppers don&apos;t necessarily make me want to jump their bones, but I like a lively guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he be able to bake or cook?: It&apos;s not necessary. I think it&apos;s cute when guys cook sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he have a best friend?: Yeah I guess, but a lot of people don&apos;t have a best friend, and that&apos;s cool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay for him to have a lot of female friends?: Yes, I&apos;m not jealous, so it doesn&apos;t matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out-going or shy?: Out-going. I can&apos;t be around shy people, because then I&apos;m shy and it kills me to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic or sincere?: These are just things you can&apos;t choose between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he love his mother?: Yes, sometimes, but I don&apos;t want a guy who&apos;ll worship the ground she walks on every second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he watch chick-flicks?: No. I couldn&apos;t bare sitting through one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he be a smoker?: No, that&apos;s not attractive at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a drinking?: No, same as the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And swearing?: A little bit, I cuss so it&apos;s just wierd to have some saint who never says anything &apos;bad&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he play with your hair?: Yes, that&apos;s flattering, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he have more than one girlfriend at a time?: Um. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he pay for you when you&apos;re on a date?: Um, if I needed him to, but most of the time, I prefer to pay for myself because I feel really wierd giving that responsibility up to somebody. I mean, it&apos;s not like you make that much money with a part-time job, so I don&apos;t want to have to burden somebody with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he kiss on the first date?: No, probably not, unless he&apos;s Mike Dabrowski. Only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go for dinner?: Pft. Burger King. Dinner isn&apos;t important to me. I&apos;d prefer staying out so late doing something random that the only place open is some stupid fastfood restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he buy you flowers?: Yes, sunflowers. Oh god I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he lay under the stars with you and spout random philosophies?: Not random philosophies. That&apos;s stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he write poetry about you?: Erm. It&apos;s not a requirement. It&apos;s every girls dream to have a song about them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he use endearments?: I don&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he hang out with your and YOUR friends?: Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you hanging out with him and HIS friends?: Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he walk you up to the door at the end of the evening?: Yeah, but we would like go in and watch tv or something. I hate that awkwardness of saying bye at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold hands?: Yes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he play soccer?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water polo?: Maaayybbbeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf or something equally boring?: No, bah. I don&apos;t like jocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he surf?: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skateboard?: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboard?: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can he sing?: He doesn&apos;t have to sing well, just have the confidence to. I&apos;m not going to tell you that you suck because chances are, if somebody&apos;s singing to me or with me, I&apos;d be too happy to care. I mean, I can&apos;t sing for shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the guitar?: That&apos;d be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play piano?: Oh you starving artists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the drums?: No, they get annoying after a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can he keep his room clean?: If he needed to. I mean, he should have the potential to clean up, but he doesn&apos;t have to because my room is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he an artist of sorts?: Hah, I don&apos;t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he write his own music?: If he wrote music, I&apos;d hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he have pets?: Yes, I love animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he use the word dude?: Probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about tight?: Hah maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he watch the sun rise and set with you?: If we were awake and wanted to, which I doubt. If I was ever with somebody, I&apos;d prefer to sleep in or just stay in bed instead of wakeup and go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car does he drive?: Doesn&apos;t matter to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is he?: No more than two years older or younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s his name?: You&apos;re probably going to be like. Uh oh! and things, but Michael really really is my favorite name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=6109&quot; title=&quot;The Perfect Guy&quot;&gt;The Perfect Guy&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com&quot; title=&quot;Free Online Surveys - BZOINK!&quot;&gt;BZOINK!&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 00:29:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Mama you can go to heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to be a painfully obscure painter. I decided.</description>
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  <description>So today I was wondering, why it is my mother is so &apos;Um I don&apos;t like you so go stay in your room&apos; towards me. There&apos;s no explaination really. I didn&apos;t do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve never done &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh except I called her weak for not standing up to my dad. That&apos;s mean. &lt;br /&gt;Bad me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 03:17:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Fionnuala is my favorite girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m being productive!&lt;br /&gt;Or I&apos;m typing on livejournal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to bring up my grades. I have like one A. And then B&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;And goddamn, I want to go some place. Right this second. Come get me and take me away. OK THANK YOU.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 00:08:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So an update on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1010910.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1010948.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1010930.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1061127.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1010893.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1061122.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1061114.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1061113.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P1051109.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/okwhtsplanb/P3160862.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 14:29:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve decided I&apos;m a camwhore. Minus the high contrast and stupid colors, but a camwhore nonetheless. I take pictures for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cameras, does anybody know the cheapest place around town for 35mm SLR? Or even a high quality digital with 5 or 6 megapixels. I&apos;m doing yearbook next year, and my SLR is so old it hurts and my digital camera is only 3 megapixels. They don&apos;t have to be fancy. I&apos;m really not into all that. Plus, I just want good pictures for my sparetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re going to see cousins today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This&apos;ll be a disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 03:35:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Smoking isn&apos;t sexy.&lt;br /&gt;No, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for the girls who don&apos;t know when guys are using them. I mean, it rarely happens, but when it does, it&apos;s so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I&apos;ll make all that stop. One day.</description>
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