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  <title>I Like To Think Of You as Half-Sane.</title>
  <subtitle>Robin</subtitle>
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    <name>Robin</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-30T01:53:51Z</updated>
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    <title>o___O</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T01:53:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T01:53:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Lido Shuffle", Boz Scaggs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm almost ashamed to&amp;nbsp;be posting here after such a long time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Blanchette told me today that I'm far too good to&amp;nbsp;be on AP, and that I'm not&amp;nbsp;stupid, but that I'm just dumb.&amp;nbsp; And he said some other stuff, too, but I can't remember all that he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History- &lt;/strong&gt;Took notes.&amp;nbsp; My class seems to be fascinated by economics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free- &lt;/strong&gt;It went by quickly today.&amp;nbsp; I just regret having to spend my free in Silent with a bunch of little junior high kids that think they're the best thing since sliced bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stats- &lt;/strong&gt;I got a 97 on my quiz yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English- &lt;/strong&gt;Writer's Workshop notes.&amp;nbsp; We were studying up on bibliographies and how to properly format a research paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rivers- &lt;/strong&gt;We mapped.&amp;nbsp; I got attacked with a highlighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch-&lt;/strong&gt; ...I don't remember. o_________o &lt;br /&gt;...oh, yeah.&amp;nbsp; My pen ended up in Bomba's pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion- &lt;/strong&gt;ASVAB results.&amp;nbsp; The military wants 69% of my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So, yeah.&amp;nbsp; Almost a year since I last updated and life still hasn't changed much.&amp;nbsp; I've gone through various mood swings lately, including feelings ranging from depression to complete bliss to completely deep thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of deep thought, I was thinking again today.&amp;nbsp; I know that's a dangerous game to play, but I guess it's like something of an addiction for me.&amp;nbsp; Some people are addicted to drugs or alcohol, I'm addicted to deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started thinking about death today.&amp;nbsp; Death is always&amp;nbsp;a heavy topic even for me.&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking about my standings on the death penalty.&amp;nbsp; On one hand, it may seem like a relief to know that a life of such guilt will be over soon, but I can't seem to bear the thought of facing my own death.&amp;nbsp; Humans look at their deaths the way they look at the sun- you can only look for a while, but then you'll have to look away because the sight becomes too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I stand on anything these days.&amp;nbsp; Opinions are so brittle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desipte the crappiness of my ankle, I want to dance. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Miss Beckett&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Gaah. x____x</title>
    <published>2007-09-30T19:54:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-30T19:54:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay.&amp;nbsp; I haven't updated this thing in a long time.&amp;nbsp; I realize that.&amp;nbsp; But I need to vent immediately, if not sooner, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My parents forgot to bring me to work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was late.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get in any trouble, but I feel as though I've been skating on thin ice all day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today's manager still treats me like a newby and tells me everyting I have to do, and watches over me to make sure I do it all right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' surprise anniversary party finally got over last night, and my aunt ended up in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; She's got bronchitis and a UTI, and something else that I can't remember.... she should be okay.&amp;nbsp; I hope she is, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an idea for a new character today.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking of naming her Heaven, and having some cheesy meaning behind it (or maybe I won't).&amp;nbsp; There's nothing else I know about it so far... I'll have to read a little further into this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be doing homework instead of this...&amp;nbsp; I have a math project to take care of (actually, the poster I need is at school, in a locked classroom), and a controversial essay to write for Religion. x_____x&amp;nbsp; (I say "controversial" because.... just because.&amp;nbsp; Just trust me on this one. )</content>
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    <title>robin_tails @ 2007-06-03T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T00:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T00:32:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yay.&amp;nbsp; It's the first time I've said anything since February.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even now, I'm not saying much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T11:40:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-01T11:40:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/_media/topchef/bios/TC_bio_ilan.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bravotv.com/_media/topchef/bios/TC_bio_ilan.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!</content>
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    <title>Emo much?</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T16:44:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-10T16:44:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Seven Nation Army", The White Stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it's already December.&amp;nbsp; Soon enough, Christmas will pass, and it'll be 2007. My friends (including my ride to school every day) will graduate,&amp;nbsp; and I'll probably never see half of them again.&amp;nbsp; I guess Blanchette was right- this year is the worst.&amp;nbsp; The magic is long gone, and it seems like years 'til graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm speaking out of paranoia.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I don't want to graduate. &lt;br /&gt;But a part of me wants to get out.&amp;nbsp; It's already December. It's still only the first semester, but I feel as though the rest of the year will be gone before I can stop to wonder what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's probably been the best I've had in a while.&amp;nbsp; Last year was too awkward. &lt;br /&gt;Everything behind that was just one awkward phase after another. &lt;br /&gt;Anything before that... I was too young to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just.. I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm just happier this year.&amp;nbsp; Nothing's all that complicated for me.&amp;nbsp; I know who my friends are, I know who to avoid, and who I can talk to what about.&amp;nbsp; I know who I am. I know what I want.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For now, at least, I'm content just to run with the current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, who knows? Maybe all that will change. In fact, I'm sure it will.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to associate with the same people all my life, and, likewise, I won't be the same person&amp;nbsp;I am now.&amp;nbsp; I might die a completely different person. &lt;br /&gt;Sure, there's no market now for what I want to do- but that could all change.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>______</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T18:16:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T18:16:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Empty Garden", Elton John</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And know.. that I've got what I want&lt;br /&gt;And that's rid of you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.</content>
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    <title>Parallels.</title>
    <published>2006-11-08T18:37:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-08T18:37:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm convinced that my Nano has finally lost its steam.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you can believe the irony, my iPod, a Nano, was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee.</content>
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    <title>omg (squared)</title>
    <published>2006-11-01T22:23:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-01T22:23:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"J.A.R.", Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was totally not my day.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this week hasn't been my week, but today was the crowning glory of a hideously bad week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, of course, I broke my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went out for Halloween and killed my feet with hardcore blisters, courtesy of my drag queen boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.... Wow. I'll just make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dropped a shampoo bottle on my leg in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;2. Gouged my leg shaving.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tripped up the stairs at school.&lt;br /&gt;4. Got rush-shoved out of the computer lab and lost my French homework.&lt;br /&gt;5. Struck the chalkboard in french with my splint. (worst noise ever)&lt;br /&gt;6. Had my foot stepped on by LaBreche.&lt;br /&gt;7. My clarinet lost a cork, so I spent band trying out school instruments (they all sucked). Gianna tried to get me to smell one of the century-old pads in the one that reeked the most, and I loudly swatted her away. &lt;br /&gt;8. Mark hit me (and got my thumb) with the door to our TC. &lt;br /&gt;9. I stepped in a puddle of gum on the way out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee. &lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Pat 2.o walloped a mask on the way back from mass. &lt;br /&gt;But you didn't hear that from me. o.o</content>
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    <title>Thumbs on Ice</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T22:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-30T22:14:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Army", Ben Folds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm guessing you'll never guess what I did today, or, rather, what I had done to me. I'll gladly tell you, but before I tell you that story, I have to tell you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning at Kelly's house, just like old times.&amp;nbsp; I mostly sat around in the kitchen (just like old times), fiddled with my school stuff (also like old times).. You get the picture. Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went averagely until lunchtime, when I started challenging people to play hand tennis.&amp;nbsp; I beat Kenny and Pat hands-down, but I seriously underestmated LaBreche.&amp;nbsp; (He freaking whalloped me.)I gave up after two hits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In religion (the class following lunch), I noticed that the thumb of my right hand (the thumb I'd been using to smack his hand) was starting to turn purple.&amp;nbsp; ..And then I realized that it hurt more than my left hand (the one he held and had been hitting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Steckert's class, I went down to the nurse to get some ice for myself. x______x I was useless for pretty much that whole class.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during TC, Gen advised me to go get a splint, and everyone agreed. So I did.&amp;nbsp; Brocolli Man and I chased LaBreche's bus, hoping that he'd see the splint, but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom and everyone else that I got my finger jammed in my locker door. x________x i know it doesn't wash, but it's better than saying, "Oh, yeah. Pat broke my thumb. &amp;lt;3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just worried about WriMo this year.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to have to not type because of this thing. x______x</content>
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    <title>robin_tails @ 2006-10-29T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-29T21:58:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-29T21:58:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Can You Feel The Love Tonight", Elton John</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;i want the weekend to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;I have wrtier's block from hell, and there's no homework due Monday. &lt;br /&gt;And I just want to get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;*NERD*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNo starts on Wednesday. *excited*.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to not using paragraphs.</content>
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    <title>Pillaged from Tranio.</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T01:51:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T01:51:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"I Dream of Jeannie", Theme to "I Dream of Jeannie".</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: "Broadway", Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: "Everybody Loves You Now", Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: "Be There", Asect (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: "What's Left of the Flag", Flogging Molly&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: "In Bloom", Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: "If I Had $1000000", Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;Prom: "Ain't This The Life", Oingo Boingo&lt;br /&gt;Life: "Don't Ask Me Why", Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: "Santa Fe", RENT (..o____o?)&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&amp;nbsp; "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover", Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: "Nothing Can Be Done", Joni Mitchell (I likes)&lt;br /&gt;Getting Married: "Hearts and Bones", Paul Simon (That so works.)&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: "Raspberry Heaven", Oranges and Lemons&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: "My Girlfriend Who Lives In Canada", Avenue Q (?)&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: "Thanks That Was Fun", Barenaked Ladies (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: "Rockin' The Suburbs", Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&amp;nbsp; "Lonely One", Asect&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Heeee.</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T01:34:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T01:34:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"American Tune", Paul Simon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Guess who's going to bed at a reasonable hour tonight!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;sup&gt;(see you all tomorrow. :D)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>So Much Less-Than-Three. o_____o</title>
    <published>2006-10-21T22:03:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-21T22:03:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I didn't&amp;nbsp;want money, I just wanted artistic freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respect for Jack White has just skyrocketed.</content>
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    <title>See The Changes.</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T22:24:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T22:24:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Knockin' On Heaven's Door", Eric Clapton</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;"She has seen me changing &lt;br /&gt;It a'int easy rearranging &lt;br /&gt;And it gets harder as you get older &lt;br /&gt;And farther away as you get closer. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know the answer. &lt;br /&gt;Does it even matter? &lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years singing, none out loud &lt;br /&gt;Never good was anybody listening &lt;br /&gt;Then I fell out of a cloud &lt;br /&gt;I hit the ground and noticed something missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have someone &lt;br /&gt;She has seen me changing &lt;br /&gt;And it gets harder as you get older. &lt;br /&gt;And farther away as you get closer. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know the answer. &lt;br /&gt;Does it even matter? &lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like something out of a dream &lt;br /&gt;I had years ago, yes, I remember screaming &lt;br /&gt;No body laughing, all the good times &lt;br /&gt;Getting harder to come by without weeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have someone &lt;br /&gt;She has seen me changing &lt;br /&gt;And it gets harder as you get older &lt;br /&gt;Farther away. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put that in a cut, but I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;That song is just, like, my theme song of the moment. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Somebody Shoot Me</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T16:43:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T16:43:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Dragostea din Tei", O-Zone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The one weekend this year I have three projects to do...&lt;br /&gt;And the entire family is coming over.</content>
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    <title>I Rather Enjoyed the Salted Fish*</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T22:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T22:49:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Somewhere Along the Line", Billy Joel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Tell us all a story 'bout how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Make it up, then write it down just like history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a Paul Simon mood today. o_________________o&lt;br /&gt;Lesse. &lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those, you know, "Shoot me in the face" days. &lt;br /&gt;You know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until around 3 last night watching "The Sandlot" because I couldn't sleep after reading the entire "Tommyknockers" book. x______x;; I needed something to take my mind off of whatever was in Bobbi's shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think just about everyone felt like "Taking it easy" today... In Envi Sci., for example, Gen, Sarah and I vandalized Pat's notebook. Whee. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of thinking today... Mostly about what to do for World AIDS day and all that.  I want to make some noise on those days. ...You know what I mean.  And I will. (Ooh, I'm witty. x______________x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I are still at war. &lt;br /&gt;Wheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*If anyone understands that, you get a cookie.)</content>
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    <title>"If The Thorn of the Rose..."</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T03:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T03:43:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Ramblin' Man", Allman Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"If the thorn of the rose is the thorn in your side,&lt;br /&gt;Then you're better off dead if you haven't yet died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically updating to give myself a break from the English project from hell, just to keep what little sanity I have left in check. I know how emo that quote above sounds, but I need something like that.  I need an axe.  I need to break this computer into as many pieces as possible and sell them each individually for some obscure amount on eBay to metal collectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I'm starving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an all-nighter.</content>
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    <title>"Hey! No Saints on The Bus!"</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T21:25:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T21:27:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Funeral For A Friend/Love Lies Bleeding", Elton John</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wheet. The parade's over.&lt;br /&gt;No more marching drills.&lt;br /&gt;No more memorizing.&lt;br /&gt;No more Saints. &lt;br /&gt;Until next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't as bad as last years' downpour. Atleast this year, my clarinet didn't grow some sickly fungus inside it (not yet, anyway). But we were still soaked. It was about 75+ degress out, which, to a not-marching band, isn't the ideal weather. I know. We're wimps, but we're also not made for marching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was amazing. Weird, but amazing. On Saturday night, Amy, Britt, Jess, and Kelly and I got together at Autumnfest, bought crap (mostly food) and made idiots of ourselves on the Berry-Go-Round. Britt was the only one who didn't scream hysterically with us because we were "too embarrassing". I still found it funny that we were the first ones to be let out of our berry. It was one of those "okayride'sovernowgetout" things. Amazing. After two flings on the Berry-Go-Round, we headed over to Dunkin' Donuts (wow, I love my grammar today) and binged. A dozen doughnuts, three chugs, a bottle of water, a kiddie coolatta and twenty-something dollars later, we were back at Kelly's house, sitting on the rug, watching Legally Blonde and playing Apples to Apples. I was a good seed and remembered to bring my camera. When I came home on Sunday and looked at the pictures through non-dead eyes, I found that Jessica had taken about forty pictures of herself without us really noticing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 10:30, the four of us took on the adventure of walking Amy home. I never thought Kelly's neighborhood would be so obnoxious at night. Zombies coming out of "the pit", something coming out of the bushes... Gaah. Before we realized that it was only Amy's mom hiding behind the tree in Amy's yard, we all stared at the tree from the road "o_____________o"-ing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember too much of the rest... Though, I think the camera says it all. &lt;br /&gt;And the camera don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Roy is whitetrash"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v256/Ishirobin/Autumnfest/DSC00403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pardon my French</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T22:15:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T22:15:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Don't Go Breakin' My Heart" Elton John and Kiki Dee</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know I didn't get that French right.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I did. &lt;br /&gt;I was just acting on what Broccoli Man told me at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Blame him. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what did&amp;nbsp;I do today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English: &lt;/strong&gt;Journal entries. I poured myself out about Roland and wrote about where I was at the time he died. (I was sitting on the couch, writing a novel and crying into a piece of pizza over "The Green Mile". Yes, sadly, I bawl my eyes out whenever I see that movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science:: &lt;/strong&gt;We went outside again today.&amp;nbsp; Today, we had "nothing much" to do, so we pulled our hoods over our heads and formed a cult and called ourselves "The Skeeters".&amp;nbsp; I was also repremanded for never seeing "Bananas in Pajamas". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion:: &lt;/strong&gt;'Twas the usual.&amp;nbsp; We had a quiz. I passed. Yay. :3 &lt;br /&gt;(I've been getting better grades now that I've started reading the right book.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math: &lt;/strong&gt;Steckert told the class about how he pinched a nerve in his elbow this weekend, and I cringed muchly.&amp;nbsp; I'd had the same injury three years (three? ...it was sixth grade. You figure it out) ago and that elbow still doesn't feel 100% like it used to before I maimed it. Baah. But I wasn't going to broadcast that in class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History: &lt;/strong&gt;Umm.... we took notes? o_______o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch: &lt;/strong&gt;I sat with MooSe, Alicia, and Broccoli Man and started writing on my hands.&amp;nbsp; Hence the bad french you saw earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History: &lt;/strong&gt;Kevin and Laura and I swapped glasses. Kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I took a computer and basically screwed around. What else is there to do in free? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;now, I'm exhausted. Henry went on one of his "OMGATTACK" frenzies this morning after I lurched out of the bedroom in a sweatshirt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He hates sweatshirts, as we've discovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bored in Free #1</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T17:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T17:42:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>People talking.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Je suis moi.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas ton. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that tattooed across my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Or something to that effect, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2006-10-01T15:47:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-01T15:48:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Enough To Be On Your Way", James Taylor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, to your hands, I commend my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Father, to your hands-&lt;br /&gt;Why have you forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;In your thoughts forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;In your heart forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in my self-righteous suicide&lt;br /&gt;I cry when &lt;strong&gt;angels&lt;/strong&gt; deserve to &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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; &lt;strong&gt;1941- &lt;/strong&gt;roland e gagne &lt;strong&gt;-2006&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Updating for updates' sake...</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T22:20:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T22:20:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Promises", Eric Clapton</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I decided today that I want to drive, if just to wear spiffy sunglasses and blast music on my way to school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;...Actually, I've been thinking about this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get rid of having to ride everywhere in mom's ugly green van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got some headphones that don't suck. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how best to fit them over my ears while the glasses are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Gaaah.</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T00:24:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T00:24:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm so glad it's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;This week went too quickly for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;And that's with more than 11 hours total sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the weekend&amp;nbsp;off, for my own sanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Please Pass The Egg Salad</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T23:53:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T23:53:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Bring a Little More", Nymbus</lj:music>
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    <title>Warhead Smoothies?</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T21:50:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-28T21:50:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Shadow Captain", CSN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it's already Thursday again.&lt;br /&gt;The week goes by faster when you don't remember any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I burned off the top layer of my tongue.&amp;nbsp; Emma told me to try a "Smoothie", which is all three flavors of&amp;nbsp;my sour mints at once. x_______________x I tried it three times again this afternoon, and was semi-writhing while Brocolli Man was just sitting there like, "this is nothing". He said he's going to try to pick up some Warheads for us tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I won't make it. x_______x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was "auf'd"! And Uli won! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My locker died again. &lt;br /&gt;Waah.</content>
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