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  <title>Jai guru deva om</title>
  <subtitle>Nothings Gonna Change My World</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-09-24T07:05:34Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bist_du_blau:42320</id>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2009-09-24T02:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-24T07:05:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-24T07:05:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, mothafuckas, i'm in college...and in chicago..but what tops it off the most (are you ready for this?): i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;:&amp;nbsp;D&lt;br /&gt;re-reading this stuff i keep thinking &amp;quot;wow, could i be that ignorant?&amp;quot; and the answer, of course, is yes. i just want(ed) to be on my own and not to take on as much responsibility as i was. well, turns out that you can do that at home (state-wise) and for about $30,000 LESS each year. but not to worry, there is already a plan in progress and the world will continiue spinning..esp in Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;other than that i don't really know what to tell you. i'm taking all &amp;quot;fight the man&amp;quot; classes, three of which i have tomorrow, and a ticket home this weekend. i'm not complaining. my closest friends consist of: my old(er) best friend who i lost contact with, more or less, for a while, my ex and the current boyfriend. they've all been my support and backing for the past month in this uppity, surburban, un-godly expensive place. if anything it's made me appreciate the simple things and that's what i want to get back. i always wanted to BE something other than ME. to transform..and i thought that it would happen here, but i feel like here i'm just disappearing and well, turning into mush.&lt;br /&gt;i have tickets home or someone coming here every weekend until november.&lt;br /&gt;i have instructions on how to both credits and my loans from here.&lt;br /&gt;i have a letter coming from LCC.&lt;br /&gt;i have acceptance into MSU in fall '10.&lt;br /&gt;i have my dad's old house to rent and an amazing roommate to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;i have everyone in my life that i need, and for that i'm very lucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am happy..and it's my own decision, my own choice and my own life, damnit!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bist_du_blau:42104</id>
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    <title>Revised: 10/07</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T06:12:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T06:12:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Before I die...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky Dive.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; i have i feeling i might be doing that alone :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See something on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; if it were Les Miserables or Oklahoma I think I could die right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get in the car &amp;amp; just drive. For days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a whole day at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; and sneak into a few ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on an acctual shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live to see 30 &amp;amp; say that I've never seen 'Grease'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Spend a whole night looking at the stars.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, learn to stick up for myself.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a brand new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a {suhweet} concert.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; thinking Colorado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a whole summer by the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Learn to keep my room cleaner =/.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the initiative more often.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push MYSELF, not other people doing it for me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Learn to not do just enough to get by.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie without going to the preview first.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch allll of the Scream, Elm st., &amp;amp; Jason movies for the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the best. At SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Be remembered. For SOMETHING.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have friends of all ages.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Do something stupid &amp;amp; memorible during High School that I can look back on, laugh &amp;amp; say &amp;quot;What can I say? I was only __!&amp;quot;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Alkaline Trio. Live. Backstage if I really wanted to get picky. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean something to someone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Go to the UK just so I can yell &amp;quot;ANARCHY FOR THE UK!&amp;quot;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austraila . . . because who doesn't want to go to Australia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Italy. Spend all day riding in the boats the use insted of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Learn to not judge everyone so much.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that I'm worth something.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch all of The Lord Of The Rings. Back to back.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &amp;quot;The Wall&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch it again w/ The Wizard Of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear 'Stairway to Heaven' backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go camping in the most rustic place ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take more risks.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Push myself more. Alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a front yard with a white fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a whole tub of ice cream one time when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not take my shoes off for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on ALL the roller coasters at Cedar Point.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a movie.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See shows more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as in plays. not quite Broadway, but not your kids 'Christmas Story' play either. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get really good at bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; maybe learn a trick or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch with my High School friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember everyone and every moment that ment so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the last remaining Temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; aka Otis Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch all of Star Wars. No matter HOW cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over somethings&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to REALLY tell people how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hold back.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think that at some point p!nk should be my favorite color</content>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2009-05-29T01:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T06:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T06:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;those golden high school days are over and i am left feeling sick and empty. there is so much that i will do, so much that is already in the works - but for now it's two in the morning and i'm on livejournal trying to get my thoughts out.&lt;br /&gt;for every person that i will keep in contact with or run into at any given open house, there are 10 more that i will never see again. for me, this is alright. i have based my entire life on the promise of tomorrow and making things good for when that day comes. but now, it's today and it's the end. a feeling of control is lost and i'm trying to embrace it. postivie thinking. i will mend the burned bridges because that's all there is left to do. we will reminisce and tomorrow will still come- only a different tomorrow. if you hope that we make it, i do too, but there's no more holding your breath. there is action, there is life and it's coming at you (one day at a time).&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>simon courage flees the coup</title>
    <published>2009-02-14T06:05:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-14T06:06:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>low millions</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i really miss spending time with my dad. we've always had a close bond and i am afraid that it's breaking. i keep thinking that it's only four or five months tops. there won't be anymore friday night dinners to catch up everything from the week. i have never necessarly felt jealous of my dad's significant other..but that was before this past month or two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;none of my friends are really in the same position as&amp;nbsp;i am. which is not my attempt at getting sympothy, but simply fact. they either have one sole parent, or a set of two. they don't understand why i can't hang out every weekend because i only see my dad twice a month, or because my mom is at home all alone. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like, by moving, i'm just being selfish. i am disreguarding them completely thinking about my own self. maybe that's true, but i believe that this is my chance. if i stay, this is only going to continue to drag me down. i can't be my mom's parent, i can't fight for my dad's attention, and i can't continue being in the same classes with the kids who i've known since i was four.&lt;br /&gt;valentines day is the worst excuse for a holiday ever. i remember a couple years back, sabrina told me this story about a girl in one of our classes. she was convinced that her boyfriend was cheating on her, but after he got her a carnation, she figured that he couldn't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;i hate conclusions&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>i had to find you, tell you i need you</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T15:20:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T15:20:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the scientist - coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">damn.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to be straight on with things, so maybe if i hint around enough you'll understand why there's been a huge lapse.&lt;br /&gt;for me, it's hard to stay focused. it's hard to&amp;nbsp;keep on track sometimes, and it's harder, even yet, to make a big change in my life where i am not sure of the outcome. days short of six months, i made that jump.&amp;nbsp;to have your whole existance, at seventeen, planned and&amp;nbsp;thought OF, it's easy to realize that that's not what you want. it took me until that point to realize that that's not what i want..ed.&lt;br /&gt;since then, i've been living in summer mode.&amp;nbsp;gotten midly set back multiple times, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know..this is why i don't update this.&lt;br /&gt;:/</content>
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    <title>Just Close Your Eyes. Hang On For The Ride.</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T21:28:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T21:28:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some By Sea</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;my posts are getting more and more spaced. this usually means that alot has happened in the time between. in this case, that is&amp;nbsp;true.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been extremely close with my dad's side of the family. so when i got the news that my aunt had breast cancer, the news hit incredably hard. in fact, i didn't tell anyone except stephen for over a week..and even after that i only told anyone because&amp;nbsp;they asked where i was at school, or got on my case about being distant. which, i wouldn't doubt.&amp;nbsp;so last monday i spent the morning at the funeral of one of my mom's closest friends, who i honestly thought she'd end up with, and afternoon/evening at sparrow.&amp;nbsp;they got the cancerous part out and we learned that she's at stage zero; the best possibly. still, with everything good going, i feel jipped.&amp;nbsp;majorly.&amp;nbsp;it's not fair. neither of the things that day were.&amp;nbsp;good news, i've got an amazing boyfriend that's been more than i could imagine and there for me more than i could've ever asked.&amp;nbsp;almost five months, and we've more than got this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;in short, i'm sorry if i HAVE been distant. alot of stuff has been happening all across the board. it's all messed up, but we'll survive :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. thank you for &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;. you're the best and i love you.)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2008-04-03T14:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T18:22:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T18:22:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;wo days until spring break,&lt;br /&gt;- a grandpa who isn't doing so hot,&lt;br /&gt;- a new house,&lt;br /&gt;- another trip to chicago,&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;commitment about the future,&lt;br /&gt;- and nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure&amp;nbsp;nobody reads this anymore. iiiiiiiiiiiii never update. but lifes happenin&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2008-03-17T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T00:35:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T00:47:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marvin Gayeeeeeeee!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wahhhh&lt;br /&gt;not updating in a long time is really not motivating.&lt;br /&gt;everything lately has been standardized tests and growing up. today my mom texted (yeah, she's 21st century) seventh hour to let me know that:&lt;br /&gt;1. she looked at houses, and,&lt;br /&gt;2. her and markitw--jerkface, broke up.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that it was a good thing, seeing as he's an ass, but that's not how she saw it. honestly, i'm pretty sure that her life has been harder than i even know. this, to her, was just another person who didn't care enough. i can't be that for her. i just wish, somehow, that i could give her that missing piece. i wish, even more, that she would go out and TAKE it. she gets unmotivated, goes into her room, and this keeps the cycle going. that's another thing; i can't MAKE her WANT something that she DOESN'T want.&lt;br /&gt;this is why i want to leave. and i'm afraid it just makes me selfish. but i can't do anymore than i have, and it's starting to ware down on me.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, things are going pretty good. and by other things, i mean stuff with stephen. three months and i can't complain :) that's, more or less, what's keeping me afloat. i'm getting so sick of everyone. kara is always grumpy or stressed, somehow sabrina and i have slipped further and further this year, molly is not reliable, dakotah...OH don't get me started, and julia is the person i bitch to about it (it's mutual, don't worry ;-) ) we tried shamrock shakes today, and they were pretty darn delish. :D i'm also sick of being around people i don't talk to anymore. it's hard when hannah and lyndsea are in classes of mine, and it's annoying and uncomfortable. oh, and i'm so sick of nick talking about aaron like a god. shut up. waverly is over for a month. which is awesome..but who am I kidding? even IF i keep swimming off season, it's not going to change anything. not really. the people who cut out, never went, got high instead, are still going to be better. oh welllll..i got to listen to good music on the way. &lt;br /&gt;chicago this past weekend with my dad. it was really fun. i just wish that he gave me more credit for being as open as i am. i used to NEVER talk to him, and i think he just assumes that's how it still is. thinks i'm still super close with my mom.&amp;nbsp; if he knew that the only time i spent with her today with her was when she was crying. we walked down most of Michigan Ave. friday night, got bad thai, and looked at an amazing college. visual arts. wooooo! went to the film open house. there were like 50 people. went to the &lt;i&gt;documentary&lt;/i&gt; film making...there were two other people in the room. i'm scared i'm going to make the wrong decision..scared about leaving people..scared. but if you're going to make a change, make it big, right? but, for now, i've got new shoes, best lotion EVER, and an amazing boyfriend. and i'm going to focus on that :]</content>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2008-03-11T15:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T19:39:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T19:39:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;implicit.harvard.edu&lt;br /&gt;DO it!&lt;br /&gt;it'll freak you out. promise.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bist_du_blau:40189</id>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2008-02-28T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T04:08:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T04:08:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i don't really want to talk about practice..or school..or jobs.&lt;br /&gt;so i won't :)&lt;br /&gt;life is good. and i'm happy.&amp;nbsp;(tired, and smell like chlorine) The End</content>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2008-02-06T11:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T16:30:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T16:30:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's been forever.&lt;br /&gt;everything about waverly is weird. everything about it is; including people. but the last two days we worked on backstroke. :) that was cool. molly and dakotah came with julia and i this week; so it was boarder-line fun. &lt;br /&gt;also, got a new (wellll...1999) car. it's orange and caused a lot of yelling. basically, my mom said that she wasn't going to talk to my dad until either i got married or graduated; whichever came first. fingers crossed it's graduation.</content>
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    <title>This Feeling That We Won't Give Up...</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T20:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T20:53:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bruce Springsteen :O</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;the high today is ten. you see the problem, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this weeked was pretty chilllll. yesterday kara and i camped out at gone wired and got all we could get done in like 5 hours. it felt more like a lifetime, but whatever. :)&amp;nbsp;the only day that is going to suck is thursday, but i figure one sucky day out of three ain't all that bad.&amp;nbsp;the week was a little on the boring side too (seeing a trend?&amp;nbsp;;-) ).&amp;nbsp;monday julia and i signed uppp for club at waverly. i don't really wanna talk about that..or the fact that i almost hit the coach(?)'s car, or how she &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; heard us complaining about it and how we wished we could just have done a trial, i also don't really wanna talk about how we saw jeff when we were leaving there tuesday (at the basketball game vs. waverly..which we might've actually won.) and he said we should be at soccer&amp;nbsp; conditioning.. :X Clearly, the news hasn't been broken. at least on my part.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow = :)&lt;br /&gt;finals = :(&lt;br /&gt;week = :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate it when people are like "if you have a problem, TELL me."&lt;br /&gt;i mean, nobody wants to hear that crap, but honestly, IF you do (or have a problem with whatever is in here..even though it really has nothing to do with anybody), you can tell me in person. not via LJ, facebook, myspace, text, or note.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I know who I am. And if you don't know that, you don't know me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Aint It A Shame That At The Top Peanut butter And Jam They Served You</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T14:40:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T05:50:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>John Mayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the winter that it hit sixty.&lt;br /&gt;This was the winter of tornadoes,&lt;br /&gt;The winter where the two lead candidates for the democratic party where black and female,&lt;br /&gt;It was the winter to open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The winter where 'ACT' and 'SAT' became&amp;nbsp;the most common acronyms to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a college post, right?&lt;br /&gt;So even if you don't care,&amp;nbsp;I need to see if this makes any sense..&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck on Chicago for..basically ever because that's where I want to end up. The thing that I've realized more recently is, that's not where I have to go right from HERE. Of course, I'd still love to go to DePaul, Comumbia, or Loyola, but it isn't necessarly the end all. It might just be because I'm not completely sold on Liberal Arts. More recently I've been considering majoring in Business and maybe minor in Film Studies. So then I started thinking...Film..Where else do you go? California. Berkley has a HUGE school of film studies, and USC&amp;nbsp;has alllot of Business major options, including a Business in Theatre and Cinema. Best of both worlds? I think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about leaving everyone, mostly because I don't want that to effect whatever I decide to do.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me heartless? :@&amp;nbsp;I'm TRYING not to, but that's cause it's a good year and a helf away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Close Your Eyes And Go To Sleep, Baby.</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T20:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T20:09:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don't know why i never update anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's just because over break i've done alot? But I'm not complaining about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I almost died, Sabrina...I honestly don't know HOW she survived, and Kara...well&amp;nbsp;her and heterosexual sled did just fine. Then we went to El Az...stayed there for a..long..time :D,&amp;nbsp;went ova the CVS (heat) and spelled deoderant (The kind they did the ad for in ANTM! =O), got a ticket, paid the ticket, got hot chocolate, and watched even MORE ANTM.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Them. And stuff back in the day where &lt;em&gt;'everything was simple.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer conditioning starts soon...which means I've gotta figure out what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for an e-mail from Waverly. So we'll see from there.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>This Must Be It.. Welcome To The New Year</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T21:16:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T21:16:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My back hurts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my nail too short again (ow!),&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i miss some of my ameigos that i hardly ever see anymore,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm making zero progress swimming-wise,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and i still haven't moved my stuff back into my room (which is now brown..&lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; brown, mind you).&lt;br /&gt;But I'll survive : )&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's almost &lt;font size="4"&gt;2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Do you know what that means? One more New Years until &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;2009.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hmm.. Update...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been home alot lately. It's not that I'm trying to NOT be, but there's been alot going on and even when there's not, I just like driving aimlessly :D&lt;br /&gt;I've bowled..alot lately?&amp;nbsp;And realized that it's not my forte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Do you remember when.."</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T14:29:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-13T14:29:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>We The Kings</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;That's how alot of conversations started this weekend :/&lt;br /&gt;You probably didn't know that she was the oldest dog we've ever..known, or that she almost..ate the neighbors stupid dog (who names their dog buttons anyways?!) cause it was goin' crazy on me, or that i named her after a placemat..Minnie Mouse one at that :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Julia, Dakotah, Bekah, Rachel, and I did concessions...for 4 hours :O But it was, actually, alot of fun! :D We have 2 new touchpads and a reel thing for the lane lines come next year. Too bad a lane line in our OWN pool is missing..o_O Todays the first meet (Vs. Eaton Rapids...lol) so Julia, Dakotah, and I are headin to Bubble Island before =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, la vie est bonne.&lt;br /&gt;And I should've taken french :)&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>And I'm Standing On Ice When I Say That I Don't Hear Planes</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T14:28:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T14:43:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;Chicago&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="2"&gt;was last weekend. Even though I complained about the weather, the wind, the lady at the receptionists desk,&amp;nbsp;beet juice (it's gross, just trust me), cold ears,&amp;nbsp;excessive driving,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;coming back, it was great. Looked at DePaul. That, also, was great.&amp;nbsp;The school has two campus': One in Linclon Park, which is only like 10 minutes from the city, and "The Loop", which is right in the city. First year you're encouraged to go to the Linclon Park because the other can be "too over-whelming" for some.&amp;nbsp;Yeah, whatever. After that though, it basically depends on what major you choose. Which I need to think more about. I have so many ideas.&amp;nbsp;I've made some decently questionable decisions in my day, which makes me even more worried about the one that will effect my, wait- what is it? &lt;font size="3"&gt;rest of my life.&lt;font size="2"&gt; oh yeah, that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sub for Richter today. Which is weird.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally outta that weird funk that only lasted about a week, but felt like an eternity.&amp;nbsp;That's always a plus because the time right after after getting OUT of it, everything seems great just beacuse it's not&amp;nbsp;what it WAS.&lt;br /&gt;Linzy messaged me yesterday and asked where I got my hair done. This is crazy, and I'll tell you why. The girl pretty much hated me, and from what she was &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt;, probably had the right to. We messaged back and forth for awhile yesterday. We both made the mistake of being blonde at one point, compared flat irons,&amp;nbsp;love diet coke, and at one point or another fell for a guy who's too emotionally unstable to ever be the person he needs to.&amp;nbsp;My Mom's going to do her hair eventually. It was a pretty cool situation all in all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like allllll evening with my Aunt. Had planned on just dropping some pictures from CAACs off, but we ended up going to dinner and not getting home until around eight.&lt;br /&gt;John texted me somewhere along the highway heading back. Looking for&amp;nbsp;someone to feel bad&amp;nbsp;and tell him "just leave your problems, it's not your fault." It doesn't work like that though. The kids so emotionally screwed that he doesn't get that YOU are the only one who can change things about your life. He reminds me more and more of Nate everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And that's not a good thing (at all).&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully hanging out with Jordan AND Sabrina this weekend. Miss 'em both. :/&amp;nbsp;It's not fair that if you hang out with different people you lose friends.&amp;nbsp;Not that it's anyones fault, it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I need new icons, though, so that's all kids. Stan</content>
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    <title>If We Choose, We Can Live In A World Of Comforting Illusion.</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T14:47:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T14:49:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Flogging Molly - Drunken Lullabies.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;so i'm going to chicago this weekend to look at depaul. which is all well and good because i love chicago.&amp;nbsp;i can't deny that i want to leave here. but i also can't lie and say that's the only reason.&amp;nbsp;like i've said, i want people to&amp;nbsp;think about how they screwed up when&amp;nbsp;i &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; here.&amp;nbsp;it might be the bitch in me, but it'd be nice : ) perks being, of course, then i wouldn't care WHAT anyone else though. or felt.&lt;br /&gt;school, on the other hand, is kicking my butt.&amp;nbsp;mostly because i'm just starting to question it all. and have decided that most of it is pointless.&amp;nbsp;clearly you can argue this countless ways, but as of now...inmy mind; it's&amp;nbsp;got few real things that we can honestly use. in the real world, that is.&amp;nbsp;my 3rd grade english class is&amp;nbsp;getting really OLD. you know when something is so easy that you don't even try? basically.&amp;nbsp;i've porbably got a C, at least, in there. and i could probably get everything that needs to be done in there finished instead of writing this, or in class, but it pisses me off. so i don't.&amp;nbsp;that probably doesn't make much sense, so don't try to make it.&amp;nbsp;if i started complaining about thornburg, i probably wouldn't stop so we'll just leave it at; i hate the mans faces.&amp;nbsp;two ap + two richter classes =&amp;nbsp;liveable. correction, vp = sweet. except when you have to work with, quite likely, one of the cockist (um, never had to spell that one out before)&amp;nbsp;guys in the school. who's ALWAYS convinced that he's right. and gets recognition which only reaffirms this and continues the circle.&lt;br /&gt;but forget all of that, because i got quiznos for LUNCH yesterday. it&amp;nbsp;ALMOST made up for the &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; shot...that still hurt :D&amp;nbsp;also still have the 'X' on tha back&amp;nbsp;of my 'under 21 year old' hand.&amp;nbsp;last night was brainraid. then there was this sweet irish band.&amp;nbsp;:) it was kinda weird cause i hadn't seen gray since the break-up, but 1/2 of the people&amp;nbsp;(from our group at least. ALL the others probably) were messed up. so whatever. i'm not entirely sure when he started smoking. agk. but i'm glad that i did what i did..!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend&amp;nbsp; will be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#666699"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#666699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;ither you repeat the same conventional doctrines everybody is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;saying, or else you say something true,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and it will sound like it's from Neptune.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#666699"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#666699"&gt;Noam Chomsky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I Almost Fell Into The Hole In Your Life</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T14:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T19:28:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;it snowed today. by snow i mean&amp;nbsp;hardly, but it was something, and that's enough.&amp;nbsp;for some reason winter always gets me in a deja entendu mood.&amp;nbsp;it's kinda like word association..only seasons.&amp;nbsp;Sowing season? ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;anyways,&amp;nbsp;es viva? &lt;br /&gt;i miss alot of my friends. i'm not sure if&amp;nbsp;everyones just..breaking apart, or if this season (not weather-wise, mind you.)&amp;nbsp;i just missed alot in everybodys life and it's just alot to catch up on?&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't like it. which remi nds me, i don't like being confused either.&amp;nbsp;i've wasted alot of gas lately pointlessly driving. it makes me really chill, but&amp;nbsp;doesn't really solve anything.&amp;nbsp;i'm trying to not get caught up in all of the "typical high school" things. more than trying to make everything right NOW, the day that i leave here, move, and forget ABOUT all this pointless stuff, i want that to be the day that &lt;em&gt;they (he)&lt;/em&gt; goes "damn..i messed up"</content>
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    <published>2007-11-07T13:56:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T13:56:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">check it...&lt;br /&gt;dakotah is a dork:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluecube/users/kode/chpt%202%20test.html"&gt;http://bluecube/users/kode/chpt%202%20test.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Ramblin', Were To Begin?</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T13:48:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T13:48:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Decemberists.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today = CAACs.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically...&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the last carbo load at coaches condo, which we got REALLY lost going to. You really shouldn't be suprised seeing as it took me an hour and 19 minutes to get to grand ledge. yeah, yeah. julia and i BOTH got&amp;nbsp; lost this time and when we were about 8 miles to Williamston we finally called. her house is right past frandoor.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss this so much :/ we made posters for our pixies. needless to say, julia's was sweet. =D&lt;br /&gt;everyone ended up throwing markers all around and drawing on my arms. thaaaanks guys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;then we watched 'who wants to be a millionare'on mute.&lt;br /&gt;"this is what it's like to be def."&lt;br /&gt;we looked at our&amp;nbsp;drills and sets from the beginning of the season and throughout and made fun of ..well, ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;then me, julia, bekah, rachel and amanda went to meijers for pixie shopping.&amp;nbsp;maybe not the smartest idea since i'm julia's pixie and amanda's mine. whatev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2007-10-31T14:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T18:20:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T18:20:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nip/tuck was last night</content>
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    <title>Seven Nation Army Couldn't Hold Me Back</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T13:38:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T13:38:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AM - Wilco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this wee kend was...a typical weekend, i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;really didn't do much worth writing about (so why am i, right?) but i still can't completely complain. &lt;br /&gt;went to the game on friday. a game thst we could've won but, of course, we gave up. &lt;br /&gt;practice saturday. she has this problem believing ANYTHING that we say. &lt;br /&gt;as much as they say they're staying next year i really DOUBT it. we spent most or the last carbo load talking about what we could do at CAACs to make them feel like shitty coaches as they do to us EVERYday. &lt;br /&gt;including, but not limited to: &lt;br /&gt;- "take your mark...go" &lt;br /&gt;"wait, me? what am i swimmimg again?" &lt;br /&gt;- running back and forth the length of the pool. &lt;br /&gt;"i won! i won!" &lt;br /&gt;- diving in sideways &lt;br /&gt;- jumping in to do backstroke when you're swimmimg free. &lt;br /&gt;- do a torpedo (this works when you're swimming back OR free) while yelling "wait..am i swimming &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;trust me, they're alot more fun acted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was homework and driving anywhere and nowhere for 2 hours. ended up alll over the greater lansing, mason, east lansing, and okemos areas. Lemme tell ya, colved about zero. The only thing that was different when I got home was that I had 2 less gallons of gas and had misseed the beginning of "Crash." Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;Nip/Tuck&amp;nbsp;season premiere OCTOBER 30th&lt;br /&gt;: O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>You Know I Believe In How...</title>
    <published>2007-10-15T18:26:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Bare With me...This Class Is Boring When You're Not Filming..."&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;1. Fallen for your neighbor? Can't Say That I Have&lt;br /&gt;2. Made out with just a friend? Maybe A Friend That I liked&lt;br /&gt;3. Been rejected? Basically&lt;br /&gt;4. Been in love? Yeah, Or My Definition&lt;br /&gt;5. Used someone? Nope&lt;br /&gt;6. Been used?&amp;nbsp;Not To My Recolection&lt;br /&gt;7. Been Kissed? Indeed&lt;br /&gt;8. Done something you regret? Yeah, Ob-la-di Ob-la-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person...&lt;br /&gt;10. You talked to? In person? Stephan&lt;br /&gt;11. You hugged?&amp;nbsp;Jose&lt;br /&gt;12. You instant messaged? Jesus It's Been Awhile!&lt;br /&gt;13. You missed? Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;14. You called? Dad&lt;br /&gt;15. You yelled at?&amp;nbsp;Hm, Kara..But She Didn't Know It Was Yelling. &lt;br /&gt;16. You laughed with?&amp;nbsp;Stephan&lt;br /&gt;17. Who broke your heart?&amp;nbsp;Nah&lt;br /&gt;18. Who told you they loved you? Dad&lt;br /&gt;19. Who complimented you? John and Stephan &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you/have you...&lt;br /&gt;20. Have a Birthmark? I Think So&lt;br /&gt;21. Have any piercings? Indeed&lt;br /&gt;23. Own your own house? The Parents Do. So In That Case I Own Two.&lt;br /&gt;24. Own a nice car? That's Debatable. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;25. Speak any languages other than english? I Could Say German, But That Could Be A Lie&lt;br /&gt;26. Cook your own Dinner?&amp;nbsp;Ehh&lt;br /&gt;27. Color your hair? Five Days!&lt;br /&gt;28. Have green eyes? For The Most Part. There's Blue And Brown Too ;)&lt;br /&gt;29. Stolen anything?&amp;nbsp;"Red Panties. My Mom Said They Were The Devils Panties."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;30. Smoked? Eew!&lt;br /&gt;31. Taken drugs?&amp;nbsp; ALL The Time. I Deal, Actually.&lt;br /&gt;32. Been obsessive? Haha, Yeah Probably&lt;br /&gt;33. Shot a gun? Cause I'm A Ninja&lt;br /&gt;34. Done something illegal? I'm A Teenager. Come On Now.&lt;br /&gt;35. Panic?&amp;nbsp;Do I Panic..? Hopefully Not&lt;br /&gt;36. Anxiety?&amp;nbsp;You Should Reconsider Re-Wording The Question.&lt;br /&gt;37. Depressed? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;38. Control Freak? Like Now.&lt;br /&gt;39. Obsessed with hate? Fix It, Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random things...&lt;br /&gt;40. If you were a cartoon character, what would you be like?&amp;nbsp;Um, Dora.&lt;br /&gt;41. If you could be anywhere, where would it be and with who?&amp;nbsp;Chicago With That Fella In My User Pic.&lt;br /&gt;42. Can you do anything freakish with your body?&amp;nbsp;How About No&lt;br /&gt;43. What feature do you find most attractive on girls/guys?&amp;nbsp;Hairrr Is A+, But The Eyes Can Pull You In Too&lt;br /&gt;44. Would you vote for a woman candidate for president? Well She's not. Obama Is.&lt;br /&gt;45. Would you marry for money?&amp;nbsp;What Else Did You Think I'd Marry For..?&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you had braces? Yep&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you wear lip gloss? Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you sing in the shower? On Occation&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you play any sports? Soccer, Swimming&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you live without a computer? Ferreal.&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you use AOL, MSN, Yahoo? AIM&lt;br /&gt;52. If so, how many people are on your list? ??&lt;br /&gt;53. If you could live in any past, where would it be?&amp;nbsp;1960/70's&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you wear white socks? Typically&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you wear shoes? Pretty Much, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;56. What is your favorite fruit? Hm, Apples Or Star Fruit! :D&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you eat wheat bread or white? Cheese Bread. Clearly.&lt;br /&gt;58. What is your favorite place to visit? Chiiicago.&lt;br /&gt;59. Fav DVD? Across The Universe...When It Comes Out. Now? Probably The Count Of Monts Cristo&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you kiss on the first date?&amp;nbsp;Just Lay A Big Wet One On 'Em As They're Leaving ;)&lt;br /&gt;61. Are you photogenic? No Sir&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you dream in color or black and white? I'll Let You Know.&lt;br /&gt;63. What are you wearing right now?&amp;nbsp; AE Jeans, PWT's Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you eat a lot of fruit? Apples!&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you have dimples? Don't Think&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you remember being born? Um, Probably No.&lt;br /&gt;67. Why do you take surveys?&amp;nbsp; See Title.&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you drink alcohol? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you love high school?&amp;nbsp;Less This Year Cause It's More Prision-ish.&lt;br /&gt;70. What is the best accent? Irish!&lt;br /&gt;71. Who do you want to kiss?&amp;nbsp;The Person That I Like. Clearly.&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you like sunsets? They're Pretty...Pretty&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you want to live to be 100? If I Can Take Care Of Me.&lt;br /&gt;74. If not, why?&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you or have you played with an ouija board? I Have... And It Opened A Portle :O&lt;br /&gt;76. Are you loyal? For Real.&lt;br /&gt;77. Are you tolerant of other peoples beliefs? It's Debatable.&lt;br /&gt;78. Is music your life? No.&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you like scary movies? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you think you can draw well? Ha...Ha...Ha&lt;br /&gt;81. At what age did you find out that Santa Clause wasn't real?&amp;nbsp;Too Young!&lt;br /&gt;82. How many pairs of shoes do have in your closet? Too Many...That I Never EVen Wear o_O&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you like to wear the same shoes everyday? Comfy. :)&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you write poetry? My World Is A Black Abyss?&lt;br /&gt;85. Snore? Nope!&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you sleep more on your back, front, or sides? Front&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you like Cats/Dogs? The&amp;nbsp;Doggies.&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you lick stamps? Stamps? Mail?!&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you use an electric can opener? Negative&lt;br /&gt;90. Have you ridden in a hot air balloon? Seen Some Though&lt;br /&gt;91. Like your name? 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    <title>bist_du_blau @ 2007-10-12T09:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-12T13:49:15Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffcc"&gt;"..&lt;/font&gt;Let Me Take You Down 'Cause I'm Going To&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#339966"&gt;Fields&lt;font color="#ccffcc"&gt;.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;the meet yesterday sucked :O but the hour long bus ride made up for it. =)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Burggers Bagels with the regular "pre-meet" posse. then we came back and had a "car fight." molly &amp;amp; dakotah vs. me, julia, spink, rebekah and racheal. both mine and mollys cars have&amp;nbsp;allllot of writing on them ;) "stroke me!" check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i plan on:&lt;br /&gt;-going the can drive with the swim team and making alot of cash ;)&lt;br /&gt;-going to see &lt;u&gt;"across the universe"&lt;/u&gt; again. anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;-finish my&amp;nbsp;skyline pottery in frandoor :D&lt;br /&gt;-something fun with my dad&lt;br /&gt;-studying for the ap bio test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had a normal-ish sub. his name was mr.sergant and he has problems sleeping at home. well we didn't &lt;strong&gt;tell&lt;/strong&gt; us that, but you could infer. the man was asleep probably like 80% of the hour. and if someone made a noise that woke him up he'd get mad.&amp;nbsp;he looked like the nutty professer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about themselves. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have to watch the tralior before the movie. and i generally start the movie from the 'scene selection' menu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. i straighten my hair on a regular, possibly obsessive, basis. But you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I like to think of the best ways to prase things. often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;i have about 0317402174972108524983217492874812364012&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;7 faces. and they all mean something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;I have my judgemental times.&amp;nbsp;Usually it's just&amp;nbsp; because I see something in someone and it makes me NOT want to be like them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. i like to have a strong image. i like people to think that nothing really gets to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;i have to be physically attracted to someone if anything is going to happen. i know, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;i like movies that most people don't know exist. it makes me feel like i know something&amp;nbsp;worth knowing and not main-stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I romanticize the past. Alot. Even when I know it sucked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. i don't typically get mad. i get frusterated. and when i'm sad, it doesn't last long. i get apathetic shortly and it's not quite as bad. maybe my way of keeping face. =?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;"..let it &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#33cccc"&gt;out&lt;/font&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;let it &lt;font color="#33cccc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;in&lt;/u&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;post script.. i broke up with gray. or we're "on a break." And we all know what that means.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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