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  <title>West Virginian Bumpkin</title>
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  <updated>2005-05-30T22:11:53Z</updated>
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    <title>OH NO!!! Flying Kitten!!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T22:11:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T22:11:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Holiday--Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">NEAR-DEATH CUTE KITTEN EXPERIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Jason, and I were driving home down 495 from hiking at Great Falls when it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were following a Green car when suddenly (I'm not exaggerating) a kitten appeared to have dropped from the bottom of the car in front. (Did it fall out?)  By the time we realized that it was a kitten, our car was about to hit it.  Matt didn't even flinch and try to swerve (which in retrospect is a good time or we would have crashed).  As the wheel passed over the cat, I cringed.  (ACK!!!! WE'RE CAT-MURDERS)...But wait, a miracle occurred. From the side mirror I saw the kitten.  By Jove, it was alive.  The cat sort of ran/tripped its' way to the side of the road.  Whew*** It made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceed to glare evilly at Matt.  You didn't even slow down!!! What if you killed it!!! You are so lucky it is alive or I would totally be killing you right now...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pineapplepinku:2686</id>
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    <title>What my dreams are made of</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T04:36:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T04:37:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don't Phunk with My Heart--Black Eyed Peas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I want to do one of those poll-thingy-ma-jigs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=68" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="083360"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=68" target="_new" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #ffffff; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you dream about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Name/Nickname: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in0" size="32" maxlength="64" value="Mary"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Age: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in1" size="3" maxlength="3" value="18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Zodiac Sign: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;select name="in2" size="1"&gt;&lt;option value="Aquarius"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Aries"&gt;Aries&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Cancer"&gt;Cancer&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Capricorn"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Gemini"&gt;Gemini&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Leo"&gt;Leo&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Libra"&gt;Libra&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Pisces"&gt;Pisces&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Sagittarius"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Scorpio"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Taurus" selected="selected"&gt;Taurus&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Virgo"&gt;Virgo&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fav. Color Combo: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;select name="in3" size="1"&gt;&lt;option value="Blue%2FSilver"&gt;Blue/Silver&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Black%2FWhite"&gt;Black/White&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Grey%2FRed"&gt;Grey/Red&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Green%2FGold" selected="selected"&gt;Green/Gold&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Pink%2FBlack"&gt;Pink/Black&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Purple%2FBlack"&gt;Purple/Black&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Blue%2FOrange"&gt;Blue/Orange&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Black%2FRed"&gt;Black/Red&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Mix+and+match+these"&gt;Mix and match these&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="None+of+these"&gt;None of these&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dreams generally include:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark alleyways or other small, dark spaces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Approximate number of monthly nightmares:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;153&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The worst monster you've seen in a dream:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phy.duke.edu/~gauthier/Leo/monsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dreams are usually&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;full of sound but lacking in color&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="D8F3F3" colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Percentage of dreams involving sex - &lt;b&gt;43%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="250px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="Lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="Lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;font style="color : White; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will your dreams ever come true?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;font style="color : White; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(8)&lt;i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Most likely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - (8)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#083360"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color : #000000;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="black"&gt;quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=51"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="#000000"&gt;cutelilangelx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 747148 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font style="font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;New - How do you &lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;get a guy to like you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accurate in the fact that my dreams are loud and colorless...but dreaming about sex 43% of the time...sorry to disappoint, but not so true.  The closest I've come is seeing Trevor half-naked chasing me in the form of the dreaded SATs.  Freud would definitely see some hidden sexual desire there.  Yes, the truth is out, I secretly want to have Trevor's children.  Actually, I have thought about it, back when I was gavel-obsessed.  Don't ask, but Sharon will sympathize.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pineapplepinku:2386</id>
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    <title>Flubber, Birthday, ParTAy</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T02:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T02:34:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Objection--Shakira</lj:music>
    <content type="html">IT'S JASON'S BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY, Go Jason, It's your birthday, We're going to sip Kool-Aid like its your birthday, and we don't give a darn that its your birthday...oh yeah I'll have the groove on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the piece of meat (affectionate name-callig I swear) is turning nine, which means I am officially 18 (I always think me = Jason + 9). Ack EIGHTEEN, that's like almost 20, which is like almost 40, which is like mid-life crisis time. I'M AGING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh other noteworthy moments in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:46       Roll out of bed like I had a hangover (really because of 3 hrs of tennis on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:22-8:11  Although it was raining and I didn't feel like there was a lot of traffic, how did I manage to always be in the slow-moving lane?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:13       Got pounced on by Sharon: "WTF, we ARE switching with Acio. CRAP, we have nothing planned. (Yes, we did talk to Acio, but we or rather I thought since we didn't resubmit forms, the switch was invalid...oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period   Somehow managed to find site with Flubber-making instructions (go Google)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd period   frantic search for sodium borate and glue (Mr. Okazaki is stingy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch        drove out like crazy hags for CVS and Giant, we made it back at 12:29:43 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th period   pretended to know what the hell we were doing...100 ml of glue...no no...75 ml CRAP solution isn't becoming "gooepy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th period   felt guilty for not getting everything straight with Acio, but did give fairly decent lecture on van der Waals force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th period   went like clockwork...Sharon and Mary looked cool and intelligent rather than dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA period    signed up late for senior sems, so did internship. pretty interesting. far more amusing to see janet's cellphone going off...cool even in embarassing moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to use fragment, cause its late, and I have to submit English assignments</content>
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    <title>I'm dumb</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T03:17:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T03:17:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lunch was a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Princeton people rattling about college + friends who don't give a damn = BAD NEWS :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad about opening old wounds.  We should all just be going to the same school, somewhere in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend to sympathize...so what I'm getting at is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt; I'M SORRY &lt;/h4&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pineapplepinku:1830</id>
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    <title>Hmmmm....interesting</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T05:32:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T05:32:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066767465_eblackquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="black"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Black Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am the wicked specemin of sin with no&lt;br&gt;profound logic to believe in.  Hold me tight,&lt;br&gt;but don't hold me close, I go where I&lt;br&gt;desire."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Rose is associated with manipulation,&lt;br&gt;control, and virtuosity.  It is governed by the&lt;br&gt;goddess Psyche and its sign is The Tapestry, or&lt;br&gt;Crafted Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Black Rose, you may have a slight wicked&lt;br&gt;streak running through you.  But whether you&lt;br&gt;are naughty or nice is up for debate.  You know&lt;br&gt;how to get what you want and can work people&lt;br&gt;for what they're worth.  You have great people&lt;br&gt;skills, but can sometimes be a bit of a control&lt;br&gt;freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&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;I disagree.</content>
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    <title>I shouldn't be up...kedo....</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T05:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T05:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN AGES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to my make-up appointment at the mall today with Christine and Mingming.  Basically I was talked into it last week by a very persuavive salesperson.  "We will be having uber-professional make-up artist there...color-printing foundation...make-up how-to...and sparkly stuff...plus its all &lt;b&gt; FREE. &lt;/b&gt;"  How could I refuse something free?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too optimist.  Eventually found myself sitting on a wobbly chair and being attacked by a blonde lady with an inch-thick layer of make-up on.  "So, this is for prom, how fabluous!! What the color of your dress? Purple you say...ohhh...I know just what you need!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing is that they don't let you near a mirror until the very end. So upon the unveiling I screamed. ACK WTF I LOOK LIKE A VAMPIRE.  OKOK so I exaggerate, (that was going on in my head)  I &lt;i&gt; really &lt;/i&gt; said "Wow, I look...different." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and Mingming came out gorgeous. They went for the natural look as opposed to the dramatic evening look. *sigh* Am I destined to always turn out sluttish-looking with make-up?!! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I decided to get my make-up done at Clinque and not "Prescriptive RX".  Talked Sharon into it too, so we can suffer together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist afterwards. GOD, I hate that man, freaking slimeball. I swear he is out to scam money. I never had a cavity before I met him. Every time I go in, I come out with a new terrible disease. Today it is pre-mature periodontic gum disease. Pleasant. Under his estimates, my teeth are going to rot and fall out by the time I'm 23. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Chinese resturant that served the real deal, not the sugary sauced up American verison. That made me happy, but I hated myself afterwards. DAMN, How did I manage to lose 7 pounds and than gain back 10?!! ACK IM GOING ON A HUNGRY STRIKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to cancel on a Star-Wars viewinng party with Sharon and Sruthi because I'm going hiking with Matt. I really need to spend less time with that boy. **secretly hopes it rains like cats and dogs**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say, so Toodles</content>
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    <title>*GASP* R-rated movies!!!</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T04:13:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T04:13:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I should have expected as much. Sideways was labeled as being R-rated, but I figured it was for language content, not s*x content. It got nominated for an Oscar!!! (still scratching my head about that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up watching the movie with my parents...haha that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results of having watched Sideways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. scarred for rest of life (at least get pretty naked people like Jude Law)&lt;br /&gt;2. now know that you don't have to be in bed to have s*x&lt;br /&gt;3. have decided to be celibate for the rest of my life because s*x looks painful&lt;br /&gt;4. received...interesting...s*x talk from parents</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pineapplepinku:1093</id>
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    <title>ANGRY STARFISH!</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T13:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T13:54:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Martin is awesome!!! I am now 0.01% less computer illiterate than when I woke up this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'm not &lt;i&gt; really &lt;/i&gt; angry. &lt;i&gt; Now I know how to do itallics :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; And Marquees! &lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>Reunite Shamary!!!</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T19:52:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T19:52:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Totally having a blast with the coolest person in the world...Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: She's just saying that because i'm breathing down her neck dictating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly had FOUR eighth period absences today, if it weren't for LaFever. That would be disappointing to Matt. He subtly hinted for me to get a ocl pass. Spent lunch with him, plus Matthew Henry, Jason and some kid whose name I don't remember. Productive result of lunch with Matt...his name is Matthew. This reinforces the fact that I'm a horrible gf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: But she's a great friend!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally inches from Sharon's neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Does that even make any sense at all? I think not. Does anything Mary says make sense? Absolutely not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MIT CPW...LOVE THE SCHOOL TO PIECES, if only they give me $8000. So right now, its Princeton all the way BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Yea, that's right stupid greedy whores of MIT. Give Mary money if you really want her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll pretend that my family is secretly a village in China.</content>
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    <title>College is Dumb</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T01:14:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T01:14:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Bright Side--The Killers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was the big D-Day, basically all the Ivys came out. Looks like a lot of sad news. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally bummed out about Sruthi and Wharton...my sentiments can be expressed as so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS FUCKING WHARTON SMOKING. LIKE WHAT THE HELL, BUNCH OF POT-HEADS. I HOPE THE ENTIRE ADMISSIONS STAFF WILL JUST GO SCREW EACH OTHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, like I need to expand my cursing vocab, but you get my drift. Sruthi, you are better off at Duke!!! Go Blue Devils!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why everyone thinks I applied to Harvard. People were asking whether I got in. Like hell no, I hate Harvard (that dumb place is why Lucy isn't speaking to me now). Whatever, I just want to fast-forward two weeks from now. I got a crap-load of work to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. quantum problem set&lt;br /&gt;2. study for geosystems (yes, my grade is so pathethic i need to study for the quizzes) &lt;br /&gt;3. 15-page topics report on poverty (cuz being hungry is like sooooo tragic)&lt;br /&gt;4. beg my parents for $200 to go on MIT trip&lt;br /&gt;5. write up agrument for model judiciary (that's next thursday, god shoot me)&lt;br /&gt;6. "help" Jason with his Martin Luther King project (more like I'll be typing everything cuz im a total Asian sister and control freak) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS 8:16. I knew getting a lj was bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note: who is this mystery girl he likes? why is he playing dumb when he knows its me?! Not that I care, its time I move on. (last thing I'm ever going to say on this subject)</content>
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    <title>Xacto Knife + Mary = BAD</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T02:59:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm bleeding. Not in a dramatic sort of way, but I nicked myself on a Xacto Knife while making 148 placards for MUN. Gotta love that club... So it's 9:56 and I am trying to make up some BS for this first post, cuz Mr. Romance comes on at 10:00. Haha its such a scandalous show. Toni is full of himself. But the guys are hot, especially Andrew (this one isn't Jewish and doesn't do MUN *gasp*). Its 9:58. I'm heading downstair, god I am such a TVaholic. Toodles.</content>
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