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  <title>my twistinside \\  michelina's journal</title>
  <subtitle>Michelina Elizabeth</subtitle>
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    <name>Michelina Elizabeth</name>
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  <updated>2007-11-21T14:58:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:70704</id>
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    <title>you remind me of home / /  and you're waiting for me</title>
    <published>2007-11-21T14:58:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-21T14:58:08Z</updated>
    <category term="power of three"/>
    <category term="home"/>
    <category term="seattle is for lovers"/>
    <content type="html">Shortest entry of my life : I'm catching a plane in a hour to go home.  I love you all.  Wish me all the luck people wish other people when they're traveling.  :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:67865</id>
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    <title>line of best fit</title>
    <published>2007-07-28T00:10:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-28T00:10:01Z</updated>
    <category term="murphy&amp;apos;s law"/>
    <lj:music>decemberists</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is the worst day ever.  Here, have a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I did not finish Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yet.&lt;br /&gt;- There is drama with the possible move to Fargo.&lt;br /&gt;- My car window was smashed last night, though nothing was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm running out of money fast.&lt;br /&gt;- My parents are furious and refuse to let me stay at their house when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;- Our room is actually too dirty to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;- Everything is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, right now, there is next to nothing actually going right and I don't know what to fucking do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we're probably moving to Fargo for a year or two to get on our feet and start a-new.  Back home for me, new place for them.  We need to find a solid place to stay and I need to call and make sure I can get a job when I get there, but...yeah.  We also have to talk Laney's parents around to the idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions can best be described in an epic keyboard mash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasghsjfdghuwrgwoirngxmnvbmxnv,mbnwrehgioqertrgnksfhglsfgjqpietqpetqet***dkfghsjdngjrg!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:67385</id>
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    <title>this is the story of the boys who loved you</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T06:18:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T06:18:18Z</updated>
    <category term="boys"/>
    <lj:music>Word Disassociation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, so these boys don't actually love me.  I lied.  But we did meet boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let me recount the tale for you.  We were just driving around like any normal night, wearing our pajamas for the most part and no makeup whatsoever, but then we happened upon a random forest at the end of a perfectly normal road.  So we go down this winding forest road and end up in a parking lot.  We park, grab our cigarettes, and proceed to listen to our music.  Just a few minutes later a white car shaped like a box screeched their tires and peeled out up this hill, and their friends followed them shortly after.  We laughed, because it was a box car, but they came back.  They pulled up next to us and asked us if we wanted to race.  We laughed a bit more and said no fuck no, and they drove away.  A full hour and a half later we were driving around looking for food, and we went to an IHop.  The IHop was closing so we opted to go to three different fast food places instead; Jack in the Box, McDonalds, and then Taco Belle.  At the Taco Belle a car pulled up behind us and revved their engine.  We laughed and turned around, and guess fucking what?  The attractive boys from the Box Car.  We freaked out a bit but eventually pulled up and parked, as did they.  After some deliberation, we sent out Delaney--clad in PJ pants and a see-through shirt--out to talk to them.  She tried to get their number but didn't have a pen, so she gave them hers and they said they'd call and invite us to the beach tomorrow.  We were initially a bit skeptical, seeing as how we look like ass covered in ass, but ten minutes later we got a text messege from them and are CURRENTLY IN CONVERSATION WITH THEM DISCUSSING MANY THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, we have dates.  :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:66996</id>
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    <title>say what you wanna say and hang for your hollow ways</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T22:17:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T22:17:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick.  I guess I have a pretty serious blood pressure problem with possible underlying heart issues; test results aren't back.  Iii am not strictly supposed to be leaving the house, but I still have classes and...general life, so.  I passed out at work, which was really dramatic.  Aaand now I don't work there anymore!  But that was my choice.  I mean, I didn't get fired for passing out.  Because that's not my fault.  What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not dating Joe.  Second chances are usually mistakes, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Laney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is not my best month ever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:66603</id>
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    <title>love, love.  nobody means anymore to me than you.</title>
    <published>2006-10-17T20:51:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-17T20:51:15Z</updated>
    <category term="joe"/>
    <lj:music>imogen heap.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always this way.  Everything is still until those isolated, pre-supposed moments when something hurts, inexplicably and violently.  His shirt.  His voice on your phone.  His picture in your room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took longer, this time.  I almost fooled myself into believing I wouldn't cry at all.  Maybe I'd never feel it.  Maybe I'd forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite.</content>
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    <title>we leave everyone with a memory, perhaps blurred, but vibrant.</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T03:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T03:59:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things have been better.  Things have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;      And it's all gonna work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of need to start communicating again.  I haven't touched a journal in over six months.  Not since Joe.  I think it would have been better if I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking more about transferring schools.  I don't want to go somewhere where I don't know anyone, but I don't want to be here where I know everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope he's happy.  I do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:61369</id>
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    <title>"I swallowed a bug."</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T02:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T02:07:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear everyone:  Go see the movie Serenity.  If only so it makes lots and lots of money and I get a nice pretty sequel.  &lt;br /&gt;    And because it's an amazing movie.  What's this?  A sci-fi movie with legitimate character development?  Nice special effects?  An original plot?  &lt;br /&gt;  OMG!&lt;br /&gt;                Eeee just go see it.  Kthxbye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:57061</id>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-07-01T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-02T03:22:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-02T03:22:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...*cough*  Whispers has an actual site now.  With an application.  And...wow.  It took me at least three years.  I feel accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.graffiti.net/haven_whispers:graffiti.net/whispers.htm"&gt;http://home.graffiti.net/haven_whispers:graffiti.net/whispers.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:  Haven.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:56537</id>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-06-23T07:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T12:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T12:45:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To do today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Trollwood.&lt;br /&gt;Stop movie night from occurring at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Work on Micah and I's collage of magazine photos.&lt;br /&gt;Watch Les Choristes or The Four Feathers.&lt;br /&gt;Work on the Whispers information, make a layout for Haven's site.&lt;br /&gt;Extended profiles for Lola, Maddox, and Graine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-06-14T02:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T07:23:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-14T07:23:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tie Me Up/Untie Me - Mewithoutyou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Like woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really attached to people.&lt;br /&gt;                  I'msorryIloveyouthough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is a problem, you can let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who doesn't physically liked to be touched I sure am obsessed with having everyone around me and near me and talking to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, except for that I have a crush on a boy but he's gay.  I think, I'm almost sure.  And...I flirted!  Lina!  Flirting!  But.  There's the whole, homosexuality issue.  And the fact that I have a boyfriend?  I am the Queen of Crushes, so it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the end.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-05-27T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T17:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T17:58:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my wisdom teeth out this morning...and my mouth is all bloody and it hurts really bad and I can't sleep, and I'm very upset by this.  I would very much like more laughing gas...ow.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-04-26T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T05:51:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-26T05:51:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finished the play's rough draft.  I will be editing it tomorrow/today (it's already 1, isn't it?) and typing it up in creative writing.  :D  Then I'll post it on my deviantart, and give a link here.  For anyone interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Right now, I'm going to sneak over to Duncan's and watch cartoons until 3 in the morning.  Best Monday night ever?</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-04-02T12:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T18:20:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T18:20:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">New SN for all concerned:  narcissa on ice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:saaski:51216</id>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-02-28T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T23:02:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T23:02:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Name ] Michelina.  &lt;br /&gt;[ Nicknames ] Michie, Lina, Michelina Ballerina, Leenze&lt;br /&gt;[ Screen name ] vive la lolita&lt;br /&gt;[ Birthday ] April 6, 1988.&lt;br /&gt;[ Age ] 16.&lt;br /&gt;[ Weight ] My weight fluctuates in a most unhealthy manner.  Two weeks ago it was 102.  Now it's something like 110.  Water retention is my friend...?  I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;[ Astrological sign? ] Aries.&lt;br /&gt;[ Chinese zodiac sign? ] Dragon!  ^^&lt;br /&gt;[ Location ] Fargo.  Like the movie.&lt;br /&gt;[ Marital Status ] Single as of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;[ Eye color ] Green, with a gold ring on the inside and a dark blue one on the outside.  Bright green after I've been crying, I've been told it's pretty.  &lt;br /&gt;[ Height ] 5'3 3/4.  It would be lovely to be 5'4, lovely indeed, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;[shoe size] 8-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Parents still together? ] Yep.&lt;br /&gt;[ Siblings? ] One. Renée.  She's slowly turning into one of those slutty middle-schoolers that I'm alternatingly afraid and hateful of.&lt;br /&gt;[ Nieces/Nephews? ] No.  But, y'know, there's Aiden...&lt;br /&gt;[ Kids of your own? ] Thank God, no.&lt;br /&gt;[ Grandkids? ] I'm not sure how that would even work.&lt;br /&gt;[ Pets? ] A puppy, Nina.  Yorkshire terrier.  She's a little brat, but cute.&lt;br /&gt;[ Education? ] Well, we pay our teachers the least of any state in the US and don't allow them to strike.  They're very bitter people, and I must say, not very committed to our education.  I'm looking forward to university.&lt;br /&gt;[ Rent, lease, or own your home? ]  No, living with my parents, in a house, that we own.&lt;br /&gt;[ Have any credit cards? ] I have an ATM card I can get money out of my account with, but my parents aren't feeling generous and thus don't put money on it anymore.  How I'm still expected to buy clothes and toiletries and other things I need, I don't understand, since they long ago put down the stipulation that everything I need comes out of my own pocket, unless I eat at home.&lt;br /&gt;[ What do you drive? ] Nothing, yet.  I'm getting a car when I get my liscence, which should be soon-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;[ Color ] Red. &lt;br /&gt;[ Number ] 4.  (weird, ravie, that ours are the same)&lt;br /&gt;[ Animal ] Cat.&lt;br /&gt;[ Vehicle ] Mini Cooper!  I wants.&lt;br /&gt;[ Flower ] White lily.&lt;br /&gt;[ Scent ] Jasmine.  Smelled it when I was last in Florida and was addicted instantly.  Haven't been able to find anything that smells remotely like it since then.  V.V&lt;br /&gt;[ Shape ] &amp;lt;3  like that, not the real heart.&lt;br /&gt;[ Drinks ] Water.  Dasani.  The negligable amount of sodium makes it sooo good.  And green tea.&lt;br /&gt;[ Soda ] As Josh said, America!  End your soda addiction!  Disgusting, sugary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[ Book ] I couldn't even pick.  Harry Potter, The Other Boleyn Girl, Lolita, aodhawhjsfh...so many good books.&lt;br /&gt;[ Band ] Placebo, A Perfect Circle, Savage Garden, Regina Spektor, Death Cab For Cutie, Murder By Death, Dashboard (though he went downhill, -fast-), Bright Eyes, Jack Off Jill, Garbage, Poe, Fiona Apple, Everclear (early stuff, especially So Much For The Afterglow), and I'm gonna stop there.  Too many.&lt;br /&gt;[ Song ] The Trick Is To Keep Breathing, Garbage.  Samson, Regina Spektor.  Cinder and Smoke, Iron and Wine.  Rocket Collecting, Milla.  Comme Elle Vient, Noir Desir.  Okay, again.  Too many.&lt;br /&gt;[ Food ]  Um.  That's kind of difficult.  Teddy Grahams are the recent binge food, but I haven't had them in a few days.  I like almonds, and carrots.  Sushi, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;[ Color your hair? ] Randomly.  It's dark-ish brown now.  It's been light brown, blonde, orange, pink, black, bright red, burgundy...next colour is burgundy, again.&lt;br /&gt;[ Twirl your hair? ] Yeah, sometimes.  Okay, maybe alot...&lt;br /&gt;[ Have tattoos? ] No, don't want any.  Too permanent.&lt;br /&gt;[ Piercing? ] Nope.  I don't like the feeling of peices of me being removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ Cheat on tests/homework? ] Used to, too lazy to attempt it now.  I never cheated on tests before, just copied homework.  Now it's just too much effort.  ^^  I either do it myself or don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;[ Drink/Smoke? ] Niether.  Don't want to, although I'll probably drink wine when I hit the age.&lt;br /&gt;[ Like roller coasters? ] Heck yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;[ Wish you could live somewhere else] Anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;[ Want more piercings? ] No.  See the first question about peircings.&lt;br /&gt;[ Like cleaning? ] I like washing dishes.  I hate cleaning.  I have this habit of messing everything up and leaving it.  I'm told it's a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;[Write in cursive or print? ] Print.  I refused to learn cursive, mostly, so I only retain a few letters.&lt;br /&gt;[ Carry a donor card? ] I think it's on my driver's permit.&lt;br /&gt;[ Swear a lot? ] When I'm in the mood or with certain people, but not to excess. Inserting a swearword tends to be a substitute for something intelligent to say.  That having been said, they're just words and I don't mind them a bit.&lt;br /&gt;[ Own a web cam? ] Yep, right now it's my only digital picture taking device.&lt;br /&gt;[ Know how to drive? ] You could say that.&lt;br /&gt;[ Diet? ] You could say that.&lt;br /&gt;[ Own a cell phone? ] Yeah.  It's pretty crappy, and I rarely have it turned on.  But it's helpful.&lt;br /&gt;[ Ever get off the damn computer? ] When I'm at school, or dance.  That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;[ Habla Espanol? ] I know a couple words because of Micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;[ Gotten a speeding ticket?] No, but it'll probably happen by accident.&lt;br /&gt;[ DUI? ] I think I'd have to be drinking first, yes?&lt;br /&gt;[ Been in a wreck? ] Not really, but had enough violent dreams about it.&lt;br /&gt;[ Been arrested? ] There was this one time...&lt;br /&gt;[ Been in a fist fight? ] Noo...really don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;[ Kicked someone in the nuts? ] It wasn't on -purpose-...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;[ Stolen anything? ] There was this one time...&lt;br /&gt;[ Held a gun? ] No.  And I don't think I want to.&lt;br /&gt;[ Drank? ] Once or twice, a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;[ Been so drunk you couldn't remember your name?] I don't think that getting that drunk is anything more than an excuse not to deal.&lt;br /&gt;[ Considered a life of crime? ] Theoretically, yes.  Mmfun.&lt;br /&gt;[ Considered being a hooker? ] Well, no...I don't think it would really work out.&lt;br /&gt;[ Cried over a girl? ] Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[ Cried over a boy? ] God, yes.&lt;br /&gt;[ Lied to someone? ] It's impossible not to.&lt;br /&gt;[ Been in love? ] Mmmhm.&lt;br /&gt;[ Fallen for your best friend? ] That too&lt;br /&gt;[ Made out with JUST a friend? ] No.&lt;br /&gt;[ Been rejected? ] I don't exactly let myself get rejected.  Like Ravie said, though, I have been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;[ Used someone? ] Without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;[ Been used? ] Yes.  Recently.&lt;br /&gt;[ Been kissed? ]  That I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;[Current mood ] Lazy.  Angry with myself.  But not -horrible-. &lt;br /&gt;[Current music] HP in the background.&lt;br /&gt;[Current taste] Plastic.&lt;br /&gt;[Current hair] I think it's something like a pony-tail, but I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;[Current annoyance] Zit coming in on my chin, having had to dump someone -again- because I'm incapable of feeling, stomach sticking out, blah.&lt;br /&gt;[Current smell] I think it's some kind of food.&lt;br /&gt;[Current thing I ought to be doing] Changing for ballet, stretching, doing the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[Current windows open?] 2 AIM, itunes, this, and SS chat.&lt;br /&gt;[Current desktop picture] Picture of three pairs of converse.&lt;br /&gt;[Current book] Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.  Rereading them all&lt;br /&gt;[Current cds in stereo] Don't have a CD player.&lt;br /&gt;[Current crush] Same as always.  Duncan Stuart Topley, please get out of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;[Current favorite celeb] I don't really have a favourite right now, actually.&lt;br /&gt;[Current hate] My non insta-goodness at dance, my own laziness, etc.&lt;br /&gt;[Current job] School, ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time&lt;br /&gt;[Last book you read] Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix.  (so, i'm reading them in the wrong order...gimme a break.)&lt;br /&gt;[Last movie you saw] Dodgeball, on pay per view.&lt;br /&gt;[Last thing you had to drink] Water.&lt;br /&gt;[Last thing you ate] 5 tortilla chips with salsa.&lt;br /&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone] Mrs. Adams, the speech coach.  o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;[Do drugs?] No.&lt;br /&gt;[Have a dream that keeps coming back?] Not recently, but some subjects do.&lt;br /&gt;[Play an instrument?] Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] There has to be.&lt;br /&gt;[Remember your first love?] It was sort of a recent thing, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Still love him/her?] Yeah.  I do.  Whatever love is.  &lt;br /&gt;[Read the newspaper?] If it's there, I'll read it.&lt;br /&gt;[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] Some, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Believe in miracles?] Not...so much.&lt;br /&gt;[Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?] Yeah.  I don't know if it's ever been done, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Consider yourself tolerant of others?] Yeah, actually.  Very much so, usually.&lt;br /&gt;[Consider love a mistake?] In the immortal words of Fiona Apple...&lt;br /&gt;[Have a favorite candy?] Don't eat candy.&lt;br /&gt;[Do well in school?] Sort of, not really, kinda.  I test well.&lt;br /&gt;[Go to or plan to go to college] Adelphi...in a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;[Hate yourself?] Often.&lt;br /&gt;[Have an obsession?] Ohh yes.&lt;br /&gt;[Have a secret crush?] I think it's a secret to some people.&lt;br /&gt;[Do they know yet?] No.&lt;br /&gt;[Collect anything?] Fashion magazines, books, signs.&lt;br /&gt;[Have a best friend?] Most of the time, until they yell at me&lt;br /&gt;[Close friends?] Nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Like your handwriting?] Not at all, actually.&lt;br /&gt;[Care about looks?] Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Love life=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[First crush] Some kid named Kyle.  He told me, "Gross!  brush your hair!".&lt;br /&gt;[First kiss] His name was Alex.  It was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;[Single or attached?] Single&lt;br /&gt;[Ever been in love?] Didn't you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;[Do you believe in love at first sight?] Yep.&lt;br /&gt;[Do you believe in "the one?"] Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;[Describe your ideal significant other] Mm, no.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-02-22T06:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T13:00:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T13:00:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sleep is what people do when they don't RP and squee for hours over Narcissa/Lucius fics.  Oooohsosweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 6:44 this morning I decided my room was too bright, so now I'm the dark...except for my cmoputer.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-02-11T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T04:54:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T04:57:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why I was so pathetic last year, I'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, I was being treated for medical depression.  But that was no excuse to be that effing -lame-.  Whiiiine, life is hard, whiiiine, feel sorry for me, oooh nobody understands--fuck that.  Everybody hurts.  Everyone has a hard life.  -Everyone- understands.  You aren't alone, that's the most juvenile, asinine thing you can possibly think.  There are people out there if you'll just go looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Done with that rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""no you don't know what it's like."&lt;br /&gt;what if someone does?&lt;br /&gt;what if a lot of people do?&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot of guts to admit that you're not alone on the world. i wish i could tell them all that. everyone has problems. everyone.&lt;br /&gt;declaring that you're the only one that feels it, doesn't make it go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit said it better than I did.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-02-10T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T01:25:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T01:25:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Donnie Brasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;Jawbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ring&lt;br /&gt;Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Texas Chainsaw Massacre (old version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texas Chainsaw Massacre (new version)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;Wrong Turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDtv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;U-Turn&lt;br /&gt;Dead Man Walking&lt;br /&gt;Bastard Out of Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Craft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact&lt;br /&gt;Quills&lt;br /&gt;The Yards&lt;br /&gt;8MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;Inventing the Abbotts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Grams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Conversations About One Thing&lt;br /&gt;Return to Paradise&lt;br /&gt;The Weight of Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;br /&gt;Raising Helen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen Ghosts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Married&lt;br /&gt;Gothika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Identity&lt;br /&gt;Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;Cujo&lt;br /&gt;A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azakaban&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Signs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy vs. Jason&lt;br /&gt;Casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Goodfellas&lt;br /&gt;Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;IT&lt;br /&gt;Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;Frailty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Time to Kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;U-571&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wedding Planner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys on the Side&lt;br /&gt;Mommie Dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeepers Creepers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch Me If You Can&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear Dot Com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wedding Singer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;Freaky Friday (old one, not new one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cruel Intentions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;Corky Romano &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scary Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the Heart Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mystic River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;br /&gt;The Shining&lt;br /&gt;Thelma and Louise&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-02-01T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T02:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T02:19:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not, eh?</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-27T17:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T23:53:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Mm, date for the winter formal.  Sam.  Crushes are weird things to have.  I believe I'm going to get a white dress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to dye my hair tonight.  Expect pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very busy lately.  But not in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say...shlmeh.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-22T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T03:49:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-23T03:49:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pictures of Aiden...Heather's baby.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.graffiti.net/aikaterine/aiden1.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.graffiti.net/aikaterine/aiden2.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.graffiti.net/aikaterine/aiden3.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.graffiti.net/aikaterine/aiden4.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.graffiti.net/aikaterine/aiden5.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that little boy more than I can possibly convey.  I didn't get a picture of his sour face, but you do get his winking...:D</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-22T19:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T01:54:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Song lyric survey!  Cut because they're probably getting annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite memory&lt;/b&gt;:  I remember running through the wet grass, falling a step behind, both of us never tiring, desperately wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worst memory&lt;/b&gt;: And I'm just not sure if this is how it's supposed to be, with me on your bed, your eyes glued to the TV, and I'm just not sure if I fit in...to this film strip of yesterdays.  This is as real as it gets, this is as real as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something you love&lt;/b&gt;:  A dozen roses in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite colour&lt;/b&gt;:  Grey tones can't be drusted, I say paint it red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite season&lt;/b&gt;:  Autumn knowingly stared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your job:&lt;/b&gt; But I'm still on unemployment, dancing for my own enjoyment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe what others think of you&lt;/b&gt;:  Cheer up emo kid, it's a brand new day, it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe what you think of yourself&lt;/b&gt;:  Sunrise, sunset, you're manic then you're depressed, will you ever feel okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe the way you think&lt;/b&gt;:  Naturally, I'd like to be you just for a few habit forming years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;: And you're a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexual orientation&lt;/b&gt;:  Change your taste in men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts on sex&lt;/b&gt;:  We looked like giants in the back of my grey Subcompact, fumbling to make contact, as the other slept inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you happy&lt;/b&gt;:  And together there, in a shroud of frost the mountain air began to pass through every pane of weathered glass, and I held you closer than anyone would ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you sad&lt;/b&gt;:  When you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade...&lt;br /&gt;How old do you act?  When I was thirteen years old I woke up one morning, things covered in blood like a warning that I live in a breakable but takeable body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your first kiss&lt;/b&gt;:  You touch her skin and then you think that she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-21T22:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T04:36:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T04:36:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You have to answer these questions using only song lyrics or song titles. It's a fun survey, I promise. If you can think of any other creative questions to add, just...stick 'em on. I collected these from various sources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age?&lt;/b&gt; Someone built a candy castle for my sweet sixteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Male or female?&lt;/b&gt; I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/b&gt; Tell you tomorrow what you did today, just remember it's a small town, it's a real small town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fears?&lt;/b&gt; You make me hate what I see when I see me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name an addiction.&lt;/b&gt; Your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your looks.&lt;/b&gt; I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say than, you look like shit--what's your problem, bitch? Your legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your friends.&lt;/b&gt; But do we know what life is, outside of our convenient Lexus cages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your family.&lt;/b&gt; Spilled a diet coke on my mother, said hi...what I meant to say was, why is your life a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your significant other, either past or present.&lt;/b&gt; No I won't do it again, I don't want to pretend, if it can't be like before, I've got to let it end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you feel?&lt;/b&gt; Bones sinking like stones, all that we fall for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you say to your enemy?&lt;/b&gt; Bruise Pristine, it's either you or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of school?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sliding down the information highway, buying in just like a bunch of fools, time is ticking and we can't go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goals for the future?&lt;/b&gt;  Dance for me, ballerina, dance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you change about yourself?&lt;/b&gt;  Today I'm over 7 stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you wish you were doing right now?&lt;/b&gt;  So dance ballerina, dance, you can't afford a backwards glance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think about love?&lt;/b&gt;  I'll be the phonograph that plays your favourite albums back as you're lying there, drifting off to sleep...I want to take you far from the cynics in this town, an dkiss you on the mouth, we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene, start a brand-new colony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-18T22:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T04:54:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T04:54:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in love with the song Brand New Colony by the Postal Service.  It's been on repeat since yesterday at 9:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling good, health-wise, for a few days now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a creative writing class now.  I'll either die or produce something good.  One of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon:  lina's song lists, part two, a la kate.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-17T17:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T00:24:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T00:24:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stolen from everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put your media player on random. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from. &lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Twist, somebody put me back in school--I forget everything I used to know, how to leave the boy behind, without having to watch him go...&lt;br /&gt;2.  Carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed I lie here charmed, 'cause there's nothing else to do...&lt;br /&gt;3.  And in the places you go, you'll see the places you're from, and in the faces you need, you'll see the place that you'll die...&lt;br /&gt;4.  I wanna be the only one to say that everything's okay, I wanna hold my heart on my shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;5.  And now we all know, the words were true, and the sappiest songs, yes yes...&lt;br /&gt;6.  And it's a sad, sad world when a girl will break a boy, just because she can...&lt;br /&gt;7.  Smile for the camera sweetheart, I really wanna immortalize this moment--just remember, the first step to forgetting is destroying all the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Get down, it's just the hardest part of living, well alright, she wants it all to come down tonight.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Some postman is grooving to all our love letters...&lt;br /&gt;10.  All of the things that I wanted in this world, the things that I, the things that I, what I've done to you...with all that a heart can give.&lt;br /&gt;11.  You treat me like I am on fire, like I'm something to eat, you make me hate what I see when I see me.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Now you're all gone, got your makeup on, and you're not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Well I cried, and you think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps and stays in my spine...&lt;br /&gt;14.  I want your flowers like babies want God's love, or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Keep watching from your picket fence, you keep talking but it makes no sense, you say we're not responsible but we are, we are.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Naturally, I'd like to be you, just for a few habit-forming years...&lt;br /&gt;17.  I can see the day that Minnie Mae walked away, heard her say, it's not me...it's you.&lt;br /&gt;18.  If I was beautiful like you, I'd walk in the rain between the raindrops...&lt;br /&gt;19.  For the love of God, let this be my motivation, for the love of God, endless love I'm recreating...&lt;br /&gt;20.  Why can't they understand, it was always more than just being in a band...&lt;br /&gt;21.  Does she drink when she thinks about me, or doesn't she need to drink?  Sierra...&lt;br /&gt;22.  Bones sinking like stones, all that we fall for.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Heaven hits me hard; heaven hits me hardly.&lt;br /&gt;24.  Protruding hips and skull and spine, ribcage cuts a clear hard line...my wasp in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;25.  Hey you, with the pretty face--welcome to the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with that.  Obscurity is awesome.</content>
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    <title>saaski @ 2005-01-17T11:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T17:44:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i didn't write this, but it is beautiful.  all credit goes to superfrail at deviantart (&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13163112/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13163112/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if her smile is spun to gold, &lt;br /&gt;in that furnace-heart of &lt;br /&gt;molten rock and flower petals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his alchemic hands (though tired of ages)&lt;br /&gt;find rest in her silver words&lt;br /&gt;and lasting sheen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he traces sleepy eyes along her gossamer&lt;br /&gt;lustre lips as she whispers songs&lt;br /&gt;into the near-dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the stillness of earth-bound ethereals&lt;br /&gt;and angels of the under-halls&lt;br /&gt;bring him thus to slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to play monopoly.  This should be brilliant.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my stomach would stop hurting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go time.</content>
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