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  <updated>2007-12-26T17:15:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:13993</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-26T12:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-26T17:15:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-26T17:15:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh and i need to make a new lj or just stop using lj altogether. not sure. but all in all, this will be my last post on this account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been very short lived, but i can't say that i haven't lived much. in the few short months or weeks this thing has existed, i can say that i've done a lot more things than i have with... say the other times in my life perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good-bye, dear journal. 25unicorns was a very nice name. i liked it a lot. but now this is too old for me, and my spirit has changed. we don't belong together. i'm shedding you away now. feel free to unfriend me. actually, please do. 25unicorns needs to be alone now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:13705</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-26T12:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-26T17:09:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-26T17:09:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear journal, life is going as usual. i've dropped a few habits perhaps. maybe i'll be healtheir. i don't know. i always seem to start vacations on the wrong foot by upsetting the parents and getting grounded. i didn't get grounded though, but maybe it's because we care too less now about everything. again, i don't know. i broke my curfew by 2 hours last week. my curfew is midnight. that's right. 2am, and no house key. i suck. mother was not too happy. ironically, i found my missing house key at the bottom of my bookbag (which i had with me). i suck even more. anyway, christmas always makes me sad. i'm glad it's over. now i can continue doing whatever it was i was doing with my life. doctor, i'm disobedient. help me fix this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:13536</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-17T22:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T03:06:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T03:06:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">got toothpaste in my eye again&lt;br /&gt;it hurts but it's so minty.. i don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail polish is scary sometimes&lt;br /&gt;makes my fingers looke like they're 5 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have dinner with jesse on sunday unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll see on wednesday and friday&lt;br /&gt;if only everyday, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i still have xmas presents to make&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck here i go</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:13289</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-15T15:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T20:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T20:14:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop chewing the insides of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;i knee-ed myself in my left eye while doing tumbles&lt;br /&gt;i hit my head on the ceiling of a car belonging to someone i don't really know&lt;br /&gt;i feel better about everything&lt;br /&gt;i should do school stuff and college stuff&lt;br /&gt;i hate stuff&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to relax anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've been making more and more acquaintences&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bit happy, so i'm worried something bad might happen now&lt;br /&gt;i had a terrible dream where nazi boyscouts hijacked my train</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:12920</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-11T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-11T21:39:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T21:39:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bah, I ate a lot of cheese and crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on running 2 miles anyway&lt;br /&gt;I must run in secret&lt;br /&gt;my mom doesn't know I don't have shoes</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:12705</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-10T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T20:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T01:32:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>queen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hm i'm havin a good time sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things aren't so ideal, but whatever&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel bad about any of it&lt;br /&gt;i am making friends with people who were once strangers&lt;br /&gt;it is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donated blood last friday, had weird dreams about robots again, am about to run another mile&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: dude, I only ran half a mile. I feel like a loser, but dude, it was around 5+mph for a quarter mile, and 4.5-4.8mph for another quarter mile. Then I stretched. Not so bad, I suppose, but EHH. Disappointment. Oh, and this is without shoes. This is bad for my feet and ankles probably. I need to get my freakin shoes back. At least, I have some sort of goal for something. College aims are still iffy, whereas physical aims are straight on I-GOTTA-DO-THIS. I need to exile rice from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I operate. I looked for that Brian/Ryan stranger kid. Paolo and I saw him, but we got distracted by some girl freakin' out because some other girl almost hit her with a car earlier that morning? I don't know. It was stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the exercise parade, I'd like myself more if I didn't have fat thighs. Vain insipid thoughts, but they resonate so true.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:12398</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-06T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-07T01:29:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-07T01:29:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">woo I'm excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran (like seriously ran) a mile again today. I feel good. I won't be able to do this tomorrow because of Spanish and Madrigal, but 'tis cool. I'll do it again Saturday and the rest of my life hopefully. Endorphins are nice. I'm going to start running 6mph. But I'd need my shoes. I've been running without shoes. Not good, but whatever, I need to move. I still don't have enough money to do anything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:12026</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-05T18:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-05T23:24:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-05T23:24:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last tuesday, I remembered the beaver song and sung it during history while playing chess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: ran 1 mile, 10 pushups (weakling!), 21 weight lifts (arms), 18 sit ups/crunches (weakling!), and I don't know what else. The downfall of today was eating a bag of biscotti.. what the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo freakin busy, and I won't see Jesse this weekend because he's working, and his finals are soon, and blahhhh madrigal is ruining my "shopping day" with my mom...!!! I must buy something this weekend... I've never had the urge to shop before... I also must do something with my hair (it's boring) and I don't have enough money for much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, christmas picnic? not sure. do you think 23 is too close to xmas? I need to look at a calendar. gimme suggestions!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:11774</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-03T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-04T03:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-04T03:19:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">gah life just needs to fix itself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;- spilt sour cream on my jeans&lt;br /&gt;- got angry at Kristen&lt;br /&gt;- didn't talk much&lt;br /&gt;- tinikling dance (suck)&lt;br /&gt;- talked on phone for almost an hour&lt;br /&gt;- ate too much&lt;br /&gt;- hate hate hate</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:11320</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-12-01T12:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T17:51:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-01T17:51:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday was friday funday&lt;br /&gt;the only iffy part was the calc retake and my mom's reaction to lisztomania&lt;br /&gt;"so you're watching porn now?"&lt;br /&gt;what? no? it's a movie about franz liszt, and france is a decadent place...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally hung out with Jesse after&lt;br /&gt;not seeing him for almost 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;it was great to see him&lt;br /&gt;at one point we were listening to queen&lt;br /&gt;and quietly drawing each other sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shaved his beard a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a two day binge, now I will cease to think of food</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:11126</id>
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    <title>autumn leaves</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T22:35:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T22:35:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello, kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever problems I have are mine&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being dramatic&lt;br /&gt;no sense in publicizing what's eating you&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, I've pretty much accepted the current state of things&lt;br /&gt;I can't elaborate&lt;br /&gt;I don't know it myself&lt;br /&gt;I feel better, but still bitter&lt;br /&gt;but the bitterness will be tamed soon enough&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm taking on another persona subconsciously&lt;br /&gt;I've suspected it&lt;br /&gt;I need new clothes and shoes&lt;br /&gt;I also need to take care of my skin and nails&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18, but I'm $40 of a new piercing&lt;br /&gt;I need a charity fund&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I can DIY this&lt;br /&gt;no worries, we're professional DIY people&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I will start my new life by washing my face</content>
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    <title>boy, I'm tired</title>
    <published>2007-11-28T03:04:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-28T03:04:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so I'm in a mix&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd97/ghostwhat/photo%20shoots/DSCN0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;it's not an empty feeling anymore, it's just sadness&lt;br /&gt;so many years, and now it's exploding&lt;br /&gt;I hate asking for help&lt;br /&gt;it's alright if you're a bit annoyed by me&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with myself too&lt;br /&gt;and life and the people in it&lt;br /&gt;and the career we're supposed to have planned out&lt;br /&gt;and the society we're supposed to contribute to&lt;br /&gt;and just everything, it's so suffocating&lt;br /&gt;nothing is beautiful anymore&lt;br /&gt;I fainted in my hall this morning&lt;br /&gt;bruised the doorway a bit&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I might go again now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's stupid&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-11-26T16:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-26T22:02:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-26T22:02:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it's my turn to have a bad day. So this is it. I'm tired of half-assing things. Should I just go full speed? To where though? It's gotta be someplace good... or else it'll be like going backwards back to 7th grade or something. Hell. I'm sick of everything. I want to be alone. At least for now. It's all very selfish to want to be alone on my own terms, but dammit, man. I'm spiraling to failure. I even gained weight. What the fuck, man? I don't want to eat anything. It's all making me fatter. Everything. Nothing is good for me. Everything's so toxic and harmful and fattening. I'm going insane. No one knows good nutrition anymore. I don't want to eat normal. Normal is rice, spam, tuna, oily fried chicken, hotdogs, carbs, eggs, etc etc. It's all so disgusting. No one gives me vegetables anymore. And this is why I'm exciting about going to college and buying my own food. It's not a mild freakout. This is my fuckin' life. One disappointment after another. Gosh. I hate being this sad, this depressed. Fuck. I can't get it off me. Everytime I'm by myself, I feel so wretched. What's even worse is that sometimes the feeling stays even when I'm around people. People who can talk and listen. People who can sympathize and joke and laugh. People who can distract me from the ridiculous sadness that eats away at my thoughts and ruins my life and goals and everything. Gosh, I can't say anything lovely today. Everytime I open my mouth, it's like spitting poison. IT'S NOT WARRANTED. Nothing happened. Nothing provoked this hideous feeling. Get it off!!!! Another wasted day. Another wasted day! I don't want to be!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll feel differently later. But it bothers me that this part of me exists.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:10331</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-11-22T11:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-22T16:40:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-22T16:40:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday, picnic, ice-skating, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, veggie burger, macy's day parade, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, disappointment, after, disappointment, etc.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:10002</id>
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    <title>before I forget</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T16:20:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T16:20:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had 2 dreams recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was where I was on Venus jumping in and out of puddles. An octopus ate my arm. The octopus looked exactly like my small clay octopus from art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream was last ngiht's dream. Hmm.. I've forgotten most of it, and it was a dream where it took my memories and made them false. For example, I had originally met Jesse in the Philippines... and the girl I saw at Chili's really was Brittney Buckley, and Brittney got onto me for not saying Hello or something like that. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Metal Gear Solid 2 which I immensely suck at playing... Wednesday is picnic, eh? Dude, I'm so going.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:9979</id>
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    <title>Hitler as a godlfish</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T02:33:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T02:33:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've decided to accept whatever mood swings I happen to experience and just go with it. It's all me, I suppose, and there's not stopping or changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting news as of recently: I've bought a goldfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Hitler. I'll take a picture tomorrow maybe, but you should see him yourself. He or she is a regular ol' Neo-Nazi.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:9665</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-11-16T16:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T21:26:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T21:27:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anybody would like to add me www.myspace.com/CyrelleTV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. The days have been wretched. I am unsatisfied with life thus far. I hate almost everything in this world. But then sometimes I love almost everything. I hate thinking two different ways. I am conflicted as to who is really me. I sound like an angsty teenager. I hate it. I blame it on my mood swings, but they are so rough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Everything is so disappointing and gray. And yet today is a beautiful day to be outside. Man. I don't want to be on the same level with everybody else. I want to be able to exist without feeling constricted or alienated. But then it's pretty selfish and not logical. Then again, I wonder if I was born to be accepted and logical. I wonder these things. I want to know if I have to mold my life around the rest of society or if I can make quiet creations and somehow not be lonely. wewejtgwioejsgfe&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one seems to be as friendly as they should</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:9112</id>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-11-10T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-11T04:00:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T04:00:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Belle &amp; Sebastian</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Blah. I woke up at 12:30pm today. Friday was fun. I hung out with Paolo, Mary, and Jesse. I feel bad for making Paolo and Mary late for Homecoming. And I felt bad for making Jesse late for meeting his grandparents. And I was right with my prediction that I'd feel sad for a little while. So right. But it did go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming was alright. I was there for maybe an hour or less. Blah. We danced with Daniel &amp; Co. Ben was being all stiff and depressed. I'm sorry, but a lot of the so-called "dancing" I saw was not dancing at all. I dare you to do that in a competition. You'd all be shot! Let me tell you. You'd be shot 5 times whereas I'd be shot only twice, but only because I really can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I need to do a lot of school work! And I'm going to say good-bye to my grandma in the airport. She's going to the Philippines to visit her sick sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still going on surprisingly. 18 years is old, don't you think so? How do humans last so long?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:25unicorns:8878</id>
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    <title>LET GO</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T22:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T22:48:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>imogen heap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My new cellular phone arrived in the mail. I find it adorable. It's almost like INFO.BAR in Japan, but shorter and less colorful. It's cool though. It's all white. All electronic devices ought to be white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing pretty well. Even though I haven't run in a while, I'm not completely gone. I'm glad. It sucks because as a short person, any weight gain is pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I hope tomorrow rocks. I have a feeling I'll be sad for a little bit of tomorrow, but hopefully it won't last.</content>
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    <title>I OVERSHOT IT</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T21:55:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T22:09:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was a pretty blah day. My alarm clock is broken, I swear. I set it again and again, but it hasn't gone off for the past few days. What a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked a bit with Emily today during classes. She's pretty funny and nice. She was Pythagoras today, and it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overshot my weight today. Here, I thought I was 110 or 115, but when I get home and see for myself, I'm freaking 105. Whoop whoop, but ehhh. Also, energy drinks are shot. 100 cal, you say? Psh! How about 100 cal per serving, and there's 2 servings!!! I HATE YOU, MONSTER. I HATE YOU. Also, my pulse was 17 beats per 15 seconds. So in 1 minute, my pulse would be around 68. Seems okay, I guess. Emily said something in MONSTER can thin my blood. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's that time of year again! Cya will stop eating meat for as long as she can. Also, she will inform you about how you can save the environment and animals. I hope you care to join me.</content>
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    <title>25unicorns @ 2007-11-04T16:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-04T21:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T21:26:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I liked the Trans Siberian Orchestra show thing. It was nice. Lots of LASERS! I almost had an epileptic fit. Thank you, Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a crying shame that I didn't get to hang out with Jesse as much as we had hoped. I mean, we did, but we didn't. I met Jonathon Kleissler and his family though (apart from Dorothy, I already know her). They are a really nice family. I wish they could adopt me, but then again no, because I'd muddle them up with my imperfect ways, and that would ruin their perfect existence. They are a perfect people. They are just really really really fantastic and fabulous. I've never met a family I've immediately liked. Seriously, I love them. I wonder if I could fit into a lifestyle like them. It's so lovely and cute and humble and oh adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could have a family like that. The very likeable happily married couple Eddy and Trish have 3 wonderful children. I don't know if I want to have a family like that, but it's something. Family stuff is so unreal to me and unrelated to myself. I have a family, yeah, but it's not all huggy or warm feeling. It isn't like the gang's all here! during Christmas or Thanksgiving. That's adorable. A part of me wants something like that. I want to die having an aspect of my life dedicated to a family like that. Or at least the feeling of it. The visual family needn't be perfect or agreeable, but the feeling's all there. Or maybe it could be like Victoria Beckham and her family. I like her. I think she's nice. When I saw a picture of her, I thought she would have a nice sense of humor, and after watching the segment on her moving to America, I must congratulate myself for being right. She's a cute and tiny lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>500 WORDS</title>
    <published>2007-10-30T23:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-30T23:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"All I wanna do is have some fun". As hedonistic as that sounds now, when I was a child in 1994, that song Sheryl Crow sang spoke to me. It said, "Hello, Cya. Make everyday a fun day." I didn't know it then, but I now realize that I must have subconsciously said, "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This secret pact between Sheryl Crow and myself was acknowledged through years four and sixteen of my life, but it wasn’t until year seventeen that the unspoken agreement surfaced entirely with the establishment of Clubbing Club . The name Clubbing Club was a joke. The word play on the word “clubbing” was a joke. Before I turned seventeen, the idea of the club was only an inside joke shared between me and my friends at school. We were always joking, and the club was one big joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, I organized a picnic to celebrate my birthday. It was revolutionary idea in my mind to have a picnic in the park instead of a party indoors with boredom. I called my friends who had spread to what seemed to be the four corners of the world. When we reunited at Lake Mirror, we looked older, stressed, and tired. When we said good-byes to each other at sunset, we looked happier, relaxed, but older still. Inspired, we agreed to “do this more often” as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month, I organized a picnic. Where? Lake Mirror. When? This Saturday from 3:32 until sunset. So it went. As time progressed, so did the picnics. Each month had a theme. For the first November picnic, there were zombies dressed as pilgrims and indians to commemorate the first Thanksgiving. I remember that we all dressed in red for one in February. My friend Jessica and I made invitations for each event. They were themed accordingly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the work put into producing these picnics was no picnic in itself. Jessica and I designed each invitation with aesthetic quality in mind (We’re perfectionist art students). The scheduling was troublesome especially with the progression of the school year. Some people got jobs, and some moved away. Some had mental breakdowns. At times, I wanted to cancel the picnic, because it seemed to be too much effort for a trivial social event. But with the help of Clubbing Club (We came to know ourselves with the joke name), there was a picnic every month. In February, we even had two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I thought all I had gained from this experience were more organizational skills, some leadership experience, and a pretty telephone voice from all the calls I made for scheduling. But last week, Graham asked me when we were going to have another picnic. It’s been two months since the last. They were good fun, and he misses them. He’s not the only one. I also miss them, and despite the hard work and headaches, they were worth it all. It’s most rewarding to see other people having fun other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN.</content>
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    <title>HO HUM</title>
    <published>2007-10-30T00:52:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-30T00:52:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;• × •I N F O R M A T I O N • × •&lt;br /&gt;Name: Cya&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: taken&lt;br /&gt;Sex: huzzah&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: september 18&lt;br /&gt;Sign: virgo&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: black? brown?&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: darklike&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • R E L A T I O N S H I P S • × •&lt;br /&gt;Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: pretty straight, but some girls are attractive, no?&lt;br /&gt;best friends?: paolo and paolo?&lt;br /&gt;You have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;How many exes do you have?: whatever&lt;br /&gt;What is your longest relationship?: right now, and I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;What was your shortest relationship?: eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • F A S H I O N | S T U F F • × •&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favourite place to shop for clothes: not sure, I wish I could say anthropologie, but I never shop there&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos or piercings: I had 3 piercings, but now it's 2.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite designer?: whichever&lt;br /&gt;What is your sexiest outfit?: the 'no outfit' one&lt;br /&gt;What is your most comfortable outfit?: underwear and my green sweater&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually wear?: clean clothes most of the time... most of the time... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • S P E C I F I C S • × •&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs?: not right now&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?: any kind&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of?: getting beheaded&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now: Feeling Good, Eels (thank you, last.fm)&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person that called you?: Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?: in the sky&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies are online right now?: I'm not countin!&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about yourself?: either my screwy back or my screwy eye sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • F A V O R I T E S • × •&lt;br /&gt;Colors: red, yellow, etc&lt;br /&gt;Foods: cucumbers and broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Girls names: Audrey Blossom&lt;br /&gt;Subjects in school: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Animals: giraffes, bunnies, sharks, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • H A V E | Y O U | E V E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath?: no&lt;br /&gt;Smoked?: not cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped?: one day!&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw up?: nope. my stomach has a vice grip on my foods.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped?: not yet&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?: basically&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: eh dunno&lt;br /&gt;Pictured your crush naked?: haha&lt;br /&gt;Actually seen your crush naked?: haha&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?: guess so&lt;br /&gt;Lied: yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend?: at one point&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected?: snubbed more like&lt;br /&gt;Rejected someone?: eh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Used someone?: eh&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: probably... not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • C U R R E N T • × •&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: paisley pants and the shirt from school&lt;br /&gt;Music: last.fm = Gotta Reason by Hard-Fi&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: ee&lt;br /&gt;Smell: blah&lt;br /&gt;Desktop picture: marriedtothesea.com comic&lt;br /&gt;Cd in player: show your bones&lt;br /&gt;DVD in player: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • L A S T | P E R S O N • × •&lt;br /&gt;You touched: madre&lt;br /&gt;Hugged: madre&lt;br /&gt;You IMed: Mawi&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: don't know&lt;br /&gt;You kissed: Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • A R E | Y O U • × •&lt;br /&gt;Understanding: oh well&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded: I try&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Insecure: at times&lt;br /&gt;Random: no&lt;br /&gt;Hungry: no, never.&lt;br /&gt;Smart: doubtful&lt;br /&gt;Moody: like once a month&lt;br /&gt;Hard working: during odd times&lt;br /&gt;Organized: with some things&lt;br /&gt;Healthy: I'm alive, ain't i?&lt;br /&gt;Shy: not so much as 'hey, I don't want to talk'&lt;br /&gt;Difficult: only to jerks&lt;br /&gt;Attractive: say what&lt;br /&gt;Bored easily: I don't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Angry: notnow&lt;br /&gt;Sad: now not so much&lt;br /&gt;Happy: it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Hyper: no&lt;br /&gt;Trusting: basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A • × •&lt;br /&gt;Kill?: no one in particular&lt;br /&gt;Slap: oh everybody&lt;br /&gt;Get really wasted with?: I have a feeling Mary would be fun around.&lt;br /&gt;Get high with: whoever&lt;br /&gt;Talk to offline: Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Talk to online: Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Sex it up with: Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • R A N D O M • × •&lt;br /&gt;In the morning: desperately clinging to the bed&lt;br /&gt;All you need is: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Love is: HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: elbows&lt;br /&gt;Sexual preference: don't quite understand&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice first in the sex you're into: eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: diet &lt;br /&gt;Flowers or candy: flowers&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short: either or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • W H O • × •&lt;br /&gt;Makes you laugh the most: strangers&lt;br /&gt;Makes you smile: Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • D O | Y O U | E V E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: no&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: penis envy!&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were younger: I wish I were 17&lt;br /&gt;Cried because someone said something to you?: yeah, I'm a pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • N U M B E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Of times I have had my heart broken: like every day&lt;br /&gt;Of hearts I have broken: 2 or 3 &lt;br /&gt;Of guys I've kissed: 2&lt;br /&gt;Of girls I've kissed: 1&lt;br /&gt;Of CD's I own: no idea&lt;br /&gt;Of things that I regret: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • Y O U R | T H O U G H T S • × •&lt;br /&gt;I know: nothing&lt;br /&gt;I want: peace&lt;br /&gt;I have: my period&lt;br /&gt;I wish: it was over&lt;br /&gt;I hate: this&lt;br /&gt;I fear: trouble&lt;br /&gt;I hear: music&lt;br /&gt;I search: for my place to be&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: about life&lt;br /&gt;I love: Jesse</content>
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    <title>27</title>
    <published>2007-10-28T20:59:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-28T20:59:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday, I took the ACT again. Then I hung out with Jesse and visited Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mary, I think I ate too much fruit last night)</content>
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    <title>MY COLLEGE MENU</title>
    <published>2007-10-25T00:30:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I love having salad for dinner. I wish I could have cucumbers for lunch, and sushi for breakfast. No, maybe I'd rather have steamed broccoli for that. Water and tea will be present at all meals. That's the life.</content>
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