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    <title>It's About Time</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T16:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T00:05:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello everyone, or no one. &lt;br /&gt;I am
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="here"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://sweet.ua.pt/~a29583/pics/img_0020a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I should be
&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="here."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pix.epodunk.com/locatorMaps/ca/CA_9826.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The weather changes in an instant. Last night was the first time that I had to use the sheet for my bed. We had a large thunderstorm maybe Tuesday night. My roommate freaked out. She makes a huge deal out of everything. She goes to St. Francis. She talks too much and I'm too nice to tell her to shut up. Note to self: do not attend college in the mid-west. I haven't seen the stars in two weeks and it's killing me. I won't see my grandparents when I get back, because they leave in the morning, and I come back in the afternoon. They live in India, and they only visit once a year. I saw them for 2 or 3 days this year. I can't wait until I get home, though. I miss all of my friends (a lot). Let's go get gelato or something. I get back on Thursday. Be ready to party. I just realized that the picture I found of Notre Dame was probably taken in the fall, because there are no leaves on the trees. Today is Sunday, so people go to mass/church/whatever they want to call it. I don't go, because that's a waste of time. Almost all of the people that are in this camp really want to go to Notre Dame, but I'm not all of the people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my icon is super-cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get back and see everyone. Don't die in the heat. Yesterday set a record temperature, 109 degrees&amp;nbsp;Fahrenheit. Just in case you didn't feel it, I thought I'd let you know. Also, I learned that SF area is&amp;nbsp;on the brink of destruction, because it has been 100 years since the 1906 earthquake, so we're due for another one. &lt;em&gt;Helter Skelter&lt;/em&gt; is a nice book. It makes me want to object to everything as inadmissible hearsay. Also, I like to confuse hearsay with heresy, I don't know why.</content>
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    <title>Friday Night Out</title>
    <published>2006-01-07T08:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T00:06:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superior driving skills: "Oh, crap, there's the exit!"&lt;br /&gt;"ASLAAANNN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;That movie was definately not child-appropriate!&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with the dead body of a lion....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;The little girl-ninja&lt;br /&gt;Peter's undeniable sword skills&lt;br /&gt;The talking trees&lt;br /&gt;The one time that the older girl actually did something&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't the beavers build a dam?" "We can't build a dam that fast, honey!"&lt;br /&gt;Turkish delight must be some good shit, man&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did younger boy not understand that the ugly queen was bad?!&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah, that wolf definitely just jumped into the sword...&lt;br /&gt;Old Peter....ummmmmm, yeaaah...&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the ending with the light eminating from the wardrobe and a lion roaring...so intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at the movies for like 45 minutes, not doing anything except wondering at the police and the waaambuulance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Being incredibly indecisive&lt;br /&gt;Alexis reciting the whole trailer for some really dumb movie about a large house that eats people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY deciding to leave the theatre&lt;br /&gt;Driving around downtown Mountain View&lt;br /&gt;The INCREDIBLY illegal left-turner&lt;br /&gt;"gang signs"....?&lt;br /&gt;Quick reflexes&lt;br /&gt;GELATO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Hazelnut and that other flavor&lt;br /&gt;$218 dollar fines&lt;br /&gt;Spending the whole night bumming on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;"Does Adrienne have the same jacket as you, Tam?"&lt;br /&gt;"You can't fully enjoy it with your glove on"&lt;br /&gt;Chapsticks/Clothings/Making everything plural&lt;br /&gt;TEB&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nice girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't there, you probably think I'm quite strange. If you were there, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy second semester.</content>
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    <title>tiptup8 @ 2005-09-27T19:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T02:24:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T02:24:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I know you guys need some proof, so here it is...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only thing is that it's from before I started training, so you dont quite get the full effect, sorry.&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://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/tiptup8/LC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay, so maybe that's not a hot picture, oh well...At least it's funny!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm so hot!</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T02:12:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T02:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, it just occurred to me....&lt;br /&gt;I am like the hottest person ever!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, today I kicked ass in tennis, but more astonishing...&lt;br /&gt;I ran a mile in 7:22!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I beat out Laura, and she's like a super-athlete&lt;br /&gt;And I achieved the goal of running it in under 7:30&lt;br /&gt;I also have super hot abs, I mean we're talking on the verge of a six pack, here&lt;br /&gt;Also today, I played guitar, and I looked sooo hot then&lt;br /&gt;And I hit tennis balls into a large crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super fit because I condition a lot and that means that I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry if that offended anyone, but I needed to just have a super stupid post. I know, 7:22 really isn't all that great. But you have to realize that I had just played a match with Brooke as my partner, and she is a not so hot (in all respects) tennis player, so like the ball would bounce by her feet at the net, and she won't hit it because she thinks that I can just run up to the service line in a split second. Which I can. But I don't like to, because then I have to do all of the work. Then, the ball passes her head by like a foot, and she doesn't hit THAT one EITHER, so then I have to run all the way across the baseline in a second. It makes me angry. That's why I had to make a post like this, so that I don't feel like all of that running and crap is a total waste. I'm really not that great of an athlete, I'm better at other things... Meh...Homecoming is on Saturday, and I have to wear a horrible outfit. Maybe somebody will take a picture of me and I'll post it. Then you'll REALLY see how hot I am (uh-huh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days 'til FRIDAY! I think I'll make it.</content>
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    <title>Nice to See You, Again</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T03:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T03:28:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/tiptup8/NYLF.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;IT'S ME!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And here are the other pictures from the summer that I'm pretty sure didn't work in my last update...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/tiptup8/Kelly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/tiptup8/Kelly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/tiptup8/JohnDarrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;School Sucks! Long Live the Queen~!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pix</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T06:59:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-11T06:59:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>GF</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;here are some pix&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procsserv/F-EOXDRu4cOHBwIVVC6PMw"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procsserv/F-EOXDRu4cOHBxIVVC6PMg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procsserv/F-EOXDRu4cOHByIVVC6PMQ"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;johnny&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procsserv/F-EOXDRu4cOHB0IVVC6PNw"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procsserv/F-EOXDRu4cOHB1IVVC6PNg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Caroline, Kelly (bassist), and moi. Kelly is awesome!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procsserv/F-EOXDRu4cOHBzIVVC6PMA"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me, John (frontman), Darrin (drummer), and Caroline&lt;br&gt;Ambulance in the background, if you noticed. Some kid hurt his leg or something, I'm not entirely sure, but it was a fiasco of sorts. We didn't get to see Brian (guitarist), which is unfortunate, because C. really wanted to see him. The guys were really cool, tho.&lt;br&gt;Sorry if the quality is sub-par, it's my first time posting pix and it took a hell of a long time to figure out what the heck I was supposed to do.&lt;br&gt;By the way, this happened Thursday night, and it was a free show! Entirely your loss if you missed out, these guys rock so hard.&lt;br&gt;Also, if you are wondering about my fabulous shirt, John and Brian signed it at a previous show, so of course I had to wear it to display my level of dedication.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thanks for looking and, presumably, caring.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summer's good, give me a call to chill.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Future</title>
    <published>2005-05-29T05:03:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T05:03:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is my future, according to Mr. Mackey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish college (I'll take the quickest way), I'll move to Grand Ole New York. While I'm there, I'll get into the drug scene, and I'll start experimenting with all kinds of new stuff (and old stuff, I suppose). I'll be into the music scene, but I won't make it big time. I'll just kind of flop, I guess. Then, I'll meet my husband, who is also a musician, and he'll love me a lot and care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, that's not what I think is going to happen, it is just what my english teacher predicted. Personally, New York doesn't seem like the kind of place I'd be chillin' out in. I've never been there, but it seems all like smoky and dark for some reason. I guess that would go along with the drug experimenting, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I could really care less about what he thinks is going to happen in my future. Plus, I'm the one making the decisions, so....yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got my liscence in the mail today. I'm glad that my picture is good. I can definately deal with it for 4 more years, or something like that. My signature is kind of sketch, though. It makes me look like I can't write in a straight line, hehe. It's so nice to have a long weekend. Summer is soooo close, can't wait! But I know that I'll miss my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to do something....not really sure what, but I mean I can't just sit in front of the computer, typing like an idiot, even though I have to do some writing for jazz band (bleh), and that's what you do when you have to write stuff....yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!! (for now)</content>
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    <title>Freebird</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T06:35:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T06:35:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I passed. That's all that you guys really need to know. Of course there's a story, but I am just too tired to go through it all again. Eh, it's been a long week, but it's almost over. Just hold out a few more days...</content>
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    <title>Sweet 16</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T06:55:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T06:55:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it's coming down to the final minutes of my birthday, so I figured that I should post. I haven't posted in a while, I don't really know why...all I can say is that my life is pretty plain. But I'm so stuffed. I'm so lucky to have such great friends! I felt like if I had any more balloons attached to me I'd fly away, hehe. I was like a billboard just announcing, "Oh, look at me!!!!" The jazz band tried to play happy birthday for me, and that was.....well.....yeeeah, not so hot (unfortunately the song doesn't quite work when everyone takes a "solo"). Haha, they just screw around the whole time, but it was kind of funny because I'm like the "token girl" so I guess Mr. Warren felt that I should get happy birthday played, and the other people don't matter as much. Emma makes really good cookies! Olivia gave me a super sweet pink panther balloon, Brittany gave me really cool pastel-colored balloons, they reminded me of spring, which it is....okay. Olga gave me flowers, which were really nice, and Katherine made me a wonderful cake(she's pro, and I didn't even know). During lunch we ate the cake, and everyone at the table started singing happy birthday, then like everyone outside, like all the seniors and everyone started singing, too, and I felt loved. I also got the "birthday crown" which is a growing tradition. It's a golden pipe-cleaner crown/tiara thing that the b-day girl has to wear around all day. I felt kind of stupid wearing it, but I was forced to. I felt like a little princess or something, but I can be like that for my b-day, I guess, it's just one day, I don't act like that all the time. So, I'll pass it on to Emma, cuz it's her b-day in a little over a week, that's how the tradition goes. Sarah and her mom went on a covert-ops mission to deliver my present, even though they could have just opened the gate, because our code is the same as theirs--I maybe shouldn't be disclosing that, but, oh well. After school my parents and I went out to dinner @ the left bank, b/c that's now tradition, I guess. Then we went shopping. My dad took me to cartier, which is soooooo expensive. He wanted to get me this like handcuff bracelet that you have to get a special screwdriver to put on and take off. I was disinclined--why should I wear a handcuff???? To school??? So, I rejected that, and everything else wasn't worth what they were asking (not that the handcuff was worth it, anyways), so I didn't buy anything there or at tiffany's, or at this other place, I forgot the name. Jewelry isn't my thing anyways, I think I'm too young for such expensive things. The only reason why I wear my diamond earrings is because my grandpa gave them to me, and my mom is paranoid that they'll fall down the drain or something if they are not in my earlobes. Then I got home and I was really tired, and I still am. I finished english before dinner, and the only other thing I really had to do was history, but I'll just do that tomorrow at lunch or something. Caroline left me a really sweet voice mail, and when I was listening to it I wished that she was on the other end because I was like saying out loud "THANK YOU!!" Thank god we had a four day week, it was a lifesaver. Thanks, everyone who said happy birthday to me, some people might consider it to be hackneyed, but it really is significant. Alex, I wish you were here! Hope everything's good in VT.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I bet she read this whole thing and was like....? What about me?&lt;br /&gt;Allison! My b-day partner, I hope you had just as great a sweet sixteen as I did! Another 365 to go, hehe, it's such a long time, I wonder what we'll be like...thanks for the great card- the cat really was cute!&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes left before my day is done, and everything reverts back to the everyday monotony. What would I do without my friends? I'd be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!</content>
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    <title>15 minutes of fame...</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T06:31:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T06:31:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so here's my story:&lt;br /&gt;On a whim I decided to call up a radio station (104.9) and request the new song by one of my favorite bands, Goldfinger. So, about quarter after 8, I called them up and I spoke to the DJ person and I told her what song I wanted to hear. So, I listen in, and at about 9 I hear myself on the radio! It was so sweet, I was on the air. So, I sing along to the song, because I like it (duh). And after the song has finished, the DJ person was like &lt;br /&gt;"That song was for Adrienne. I bet she didn't think that I would actually play that song but..." and then it cuts to a clip from the movie "Rocky" "...(Sylvester Stallone's voice) Yo, Adrienne! I did it!"&lt;br /&gt;It was soo cool! I mean, I didn't not expect them to play my song, because what kind of radio station doesn't take requests, even though Goldfinger isn't the most popular of bands. But, I didn't expect them to put in the whole part after the song. I don't know if anybody who knows me heard it, but I swear it happened, and it was my first 15 minutes of semi-fame. I mean, most people who request songs don't even get their conversation with the DJ played. But not only did I get my convo played, I got a whole unique message afterwards. Sweet.</content>
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    <title>This</title>
    <published>2005-01-26T06:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-26T06:58:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The sky burns&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a dull red&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the twilight &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; on this January eve &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ominous clouds &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mask the glow &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of the full &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Moon &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stand alone &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; on my roof &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Above all &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Untouchable &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wind dies &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; down I look up &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Searching for what &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cannot be found &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thinking about the future &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; what is next? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mind is open &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His window is&amp;nbsp;close &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The music is soft &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; kind and soothing &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything wrong &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; melts slowly away...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>tiptup8 @ 2004-12-13T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T01:46:15Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I saw this in some other peoples' journals, and I thought what the hell, why not? So, here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171798_izzesWater.jpg" border="0" alt="Water"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Water: Understanding, intelligent,&lt;br&gt;quiet and calm. You know who you are and no one&lt;br&gt;can change that. Usually quiet but only because&lt;br&gt;your listening, don't let anyone think you&lt;br&gt;haven't got an opinion! Your not quiet because&lt;br&gt;your shy or sad, your usually quiet because&lt;br&gt;your thinking. Your answers are well planned&lt;br&gt;and helpful so people generally seek your&lt;br&gt;advice. Your the perfect balance between&lt;br&gt;solitary and outgoing. But sometimes you need a&lt;br&gt;little time to yourself to sort out your&lt;br&gt;emotions and figure things out. You understand&lt;br&gt;the phrase 'sticks and stone' and rarely let&lt;br&gt;things get to you, whats that important for you&lt;br&gt;to have to get so upset over? You know what you&lt;br&gt;want out of life but are simply taking your&lt;br&gt;time and enjoying things. To you your life is&lt;br&gt;fine as it is, you can always change things&lt;br&gt;later if your not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating, huh? Yeah, I thought so myself, hehe, not really. Anyways, I better do my homework, because I've decided that I really need to start to try harder. I had a pretty nice weekend, I hope you all did, too.</content>
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    <title>more stuff, as usual</title>
    <published>2004-11-27T08:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-27T08:11:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, what's up? It was Dana's birthday last Monday, but I didn't get her a present. I feel kind of bad about that. My cd burner doesn't work, though, and I was planning on burning a cd or two for her. Stupid computer, oh well. I'm in the market for a new computer, probably a Sony Viao, I think that's how it's spelled, but I don't know. Sony makes some wicked monitors, which is cool. The monitor I have now is like 2 feet deep, so I think I'm gonna get a flat screen. Um, what else...Oh yeah, I got my permit a while ago. I was meaning to update this, but I didn't, oh well. I got it November 4th, so I can get my license on May 4th, yay. I haven't had a lesson yet, though, so I can't legally drive on the streets. My lesson is sometime early in December. Um, I got one of those new Playstations. Man, they are super sweet, they are so tiny, it's awesome. Currently the only game I own for it is DDR Extreme. However, Frequency is suppose to be on its way. I can't wait for it. I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving, everyone who is reading this should have a lot to be thankful for, I think. Um, anyways, I'm pretty tapped out, it's pretty late, so I best be on my way to bed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tiptup8:2451</id>
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    <title>hell yeah!</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T05:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-18T05:41:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boulevard of broken dreams- green day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I just got the news today that my crush broke up with his g/f, so as you could probably guess, I'm psyched out of my mind! It was his birthday, yesterday, so I left a message on his phone for him. Well, let the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had a great weekend. Dana and I hung out basically the whole day Friday, and I saw her little pug puppy. He's really cute. I can't say that I'm looking forward to next week, because everybody is invited to invade my house for float building. And my mom forced me to go to the latin convention on Saturday, so I won't even be there to fend everyone away from my room. I still don't know why it has to be at my house. It's not like I'm the outgoing, know-everyone-in-the-grade kind of person. Cuz I'm definately not. Oh well, I had no choice, my mom volunteered the house. I don't know how I'm going to get any homework done next weekend. Oh well, I'll survive. I also don't know how the float is going to get to school. I mean, my parents are going to be out of town visiting my brother in Pennsylvania for homecoming. So, I guess somebody is going to have to come to my house and drive the float over or something. As for me, I'm gonna see if a special someone can take me over. Anyways, I'm planning to get to bed by 11, but I doubt that's gonna happen, especially if I keep on writing, so I'll get off of this and finish up my homework.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>recent events</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T03:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T03:28:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Come Out and Play- Offspring</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey, everyone. What's up? Well, my life is pretty good, I hope yours are, too. Where to start? Well, how about I start with what's been consuming my mind for the past couple of days? Okay! hehe, so my crush called me last night! He wanted to know about homework, so that's what we talked about mostly. He calls me "smart sophomore" and he said he looks up to me, which I kinda think is funny, mostly because he's older than me. He had missed class to go to a college "showcase" for lack of better word. When I asked him which college, he said University of Pennsylvania. So, I was like OMG NO WAY! my bro goes there! I asked him if he liked it and he said that he really did! So, if he goes to UPenn, then I can go there, too and see him more. I probably sound kind of stalker-esque, but I REALLY like him! But it sucks for me because he has a girlfriend, boo. Well, I'll just be there when they break up, which I hope is sometime soon. Haha, that's kinda mean, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went out to lunch to the Crepe Cafe(yum!) with Dana J., and we discussed our lives. I know what the senior float theme is, aren't I special? Well, that's what you get for having cool older friends. Anyways, it seems like time is going by so fast! It's almost October, for crying out loud! I don't know if that's good or bad. I'll get my permit in less than a month, so watch out bay area! haha, I'm really not that bad of a driver. I practice in the parking lot of Canada college, so I have a bit of experience. We have a three day weekend coming up, which is really sweet. I'm going to my latin teacher's wedding on Saturday up in the Napa region, I'm not exactly sure where. Other than that, I don't really have anything more to say. Peace!</content>
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    <title>school and stuff</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T21:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T21:09:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, what's up everyone. I found out that Sarah is not the only one who reads my journal, so I can feel okay saying "everyone" because I know that there's more than one person reading this. Hehe, that was completely repetative, but I don't care. Anywyas, school sucks, we all know. I feel like I have all the same people in my classes, which I don't really like. All my classes except for jazz band. I think jazz band is my favorite class, because it's just playing music, and music rocks. Latin is okay, becuase we've just been spending the first half of class playing scrabble. It's kinda funny that those are the two classes that I like, cuz those are also the two classes where I'm the only girl. But, that doesn't have anything to do with why I like them. Chemistry is boring cuz Mr. Hall teaches the class to us like we're a bunch of morons. English, math, and history all suck because there's too much work. English is okay, actually cuz some of my friends are in it, and Emma is in my history. Lastly, AP Physics is actually a cool class, but it's a ton of work. Anyways, I went to Nicky's house last night for labor day or something, but he had gone to a friend's house, so I just kinda hung out by myself there. I played Super Nintendo, which is sooo money. In fact, it was so money that I decided to take back some of my games that I had lent to him like 2 years ago (seriously). So, when I finish my homework, I'm gonna go play some old school games. Sarah introduced me to frequency, which is such a sweet game, so I'm like addicted to it, hehe. Anyways, g2g finish up a history essay and do some english stuff. lata.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tiptup8:1582</id>
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    <title>I'm tired</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T06:51:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T06:51:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey. As usual, it's been a while since I've done an entry in this, but I figured it would be a good time to right now. Summer's almost over, it's a terrible thought. I don't koow what I'm gonna do when school starts. Well, actually I know one thing that I'm gonna do, but I don't really feel like sharing it with the whole world. Plus, I hate the feeling of everyone knowing what you're gonna do. Because if it doesn't go through, everyone gets on you about it and they won't shut up about it. I've concluded that I'd much rather be enigmatic than readable. I got back from rock n roll camp a while ago. It was really cool, and I had a great time. It was really nice to see my friends from last year, even though one of them had to go home early because she got sick. I got lucky and had a really big room with a balcony. My roomate was from Idaho, so that quickly became her new name. She was in my band and we wanted to be called Idaho and the Udahoes, but they wouldn't let us. As always, there were some cute guys, but I'm already devoted to another guy. Well, my weekend involved stalling a car and almost having to have my finger amputated. Sounds fun, huh? I thought so, too. Today I worked out and went to work, and was otherwise lazy. I love being lazy, hehe. I really hate other people telling me what to do, though, unless I have respect for them. I guess that means I don't respect my parents, oh well. It seems as though everyone is out of town except me. Altough I'm going to Tahoe on wednesday (I'm gettin back on sunday). I can't believe school is almost here!! That really sucks. I'm really not looking forward to the incoming freshmen. I can tell they are going to make my time at school quite annoying, to say the least. I had a really fun time with Dana a while ago. We saw "Riding Giants" and then we hung out at cafe borona's or however you spell it. I learned firsthand that everyone from Menlo goes to hang out there. So, we chilled there for a while, then we listened to old music from the 90's. I love the 90's, those were great times, too bad I wasn't five years older, then I could have really apprieciated them. Well, it's getting too late for me to think straight, so I'm gonna go to bed.</content>
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    <title>stuff</title>
    <published>2004-05-19T23:41:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-20T05:40:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah, ur prob wondering why I haven't been updating my journal in a while. Well, actually ur prob not, b/c the only person who really reads this is sarah, and I'm not even too sure if she reads it (comment if u do! hehe). um, so it's basically my personal journal. so I suppose I can splurge, I mean, I don't know how to make it so that only I can read it, anyways(yeah, if u could comment on how to do that, um thanks). So, basically, I'm actually starting to like volenteering on tuesdays. Mostly cuz I just read magazines and talk to Schweta (I hope I spelled that right). Yeah, she's the other person on my shift. I've been obsessively calling Dana on her cell today, cuz I really had nothing better to do. I should be thinking about weekend plans, but I'm not really. I think I was gonna see a movie on Friday. Either Troy (omg, orlando! haha, I'm not really like that, I'd just like to meet him some day. Yeah, I'm gonna become famous and meet a bunch of ppl, so far my list consists of Orlando and Bam Margera), or Super Size Me. But, you see, my mind is clouded. I'm not sure, but I think I like Reed. He's so sweet and awesome! All my friends tell me that I'm in love with him, but I don't think it's love, maybe. I'm not really sure how love feels, tho, so I suppose I wouldn't know. Isn't it akward not to know your own feelings? I think so. Yeah, but now I can't wait until jazz band every day. I don't have it on Fridays, so I guess they just aren't complete. Wow, I'm really sounding strange, I bet I'm coming off as obsessive. Oh well, whatever. Yeah, I've been feeling that a boyfriend would solve all my problems, but I know that's not how it goes. I've got quite a few problems, main one being my parents. I can't wait until I can drive, but I know that I'll still be restricted. That's another reason why it's sweet to have older friends. I drove in Reed's car once...damn, I really am obsessed. I feel kinda sick. Probably from lack of sleep. My personal trainer told me that I had black rings under my eyes, and that made me too self conscious for my own good. Liv said that my family needs group therapy. I know they'd never go for that, but it got me thinking that maybe we do. I know they'd reject the idea in a second. Maybe if I told my mom that Liv suggested it. My mom seems to think that everything Liv does is wonderful, I don't know, not really, I guess, but whatev. Plus group therapy would cost less than DDR (the dancing video game, for those who don't know, even tho, as I said, as of now, Sarah's the only one who even MIGHT read this stuff), which my mom wants to get me. God, my mom is so obsessive over my life. Why can't she accept that I like to play music and then focus her efforts on that. I'm trying to get a drum set. Maybe I can tell her to put the 300 bucks that were going to buy DDR into a drum set. I'm so not getting DDR, tho. Yeah, I'm kinda talked out for now. Plus, I've got a ton of hw with finals coming up and all. I can't believe I picked to be 3rd for the physics presentations (it was random, btw), I can only hope that he grades easier for the first few peeps. Oh, well. Lata.</content>
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    <title>weekend</title>
    <published>2004-05-11T03:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-11T03:22:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, this weekend was not so fun. On Friday, I have concluded that I contracted food poisoning from starbucks. I ordered a chocolate brownie frappe. I thought the whipped cream was a little strange, but it wasn't green or anything, so I just drank it. hehe, not smart on my part. Yeah, did not feel so hot then. I know, ur like oh, did u throw up? cuz that's all u guys ever want to know. Well, yes, dispite my pepto (a)bismal (hehe, I always think that would be a better name, pepto abismal, cuz u feel abismal if u have to take it, it tastes kinda like bubble gum, but not really, just fyi). Um, so to get back to the point, yeah I threw up twice. I don't know how I got to sleep that night, cuz I felt really bad. I wish I could have watched "the last samuri" cuz my bro and a few of his friends were watching it, but I really felt shitty. Um, so it lasted a bit into Saturday, but then I was fine on Sunday and I am fine now (knock on wood). hehe, Dana got asked out to prom by a bum, literally, so Laura and I make fun of her for it. ok, check this, it must be the worst pick-up line ever. So, the bum comes up to Dana and he's like "I hear we're going out to prom together, wanna go?" OMFG wtf is up with that? oh yeah, some background info, practically every1 knew that the bum was gonna ask Dana, except Dana herself, because she took me downtown to get my drink (that poisoned me). So, of course, she really had no option but to say yes, so now we tease her about it. Um, I've got an english assignment and a bunch of physics to do, so i'll be out for now. later.</content>
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    <title>how did the cat get so fat?</title>
    <published>2004-05-05T03:17:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">hey, it's a nofx song, and i was thinking about it. it's on the albumn punk in drublic, isn't that funny. sorry, i'm too lazy to do capitals, but i'll stick in apostrophes and commas for ya. um, gotta do hw, cuz i just finished volunteering and dinner. i hate english. ok, lata.</content>
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    <title>today is the first day</title>
    <published>2004-05-04T05:20:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">well, its 10:20 and I should be doing hw. BYE!</content>
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