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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:53074</id>
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    <title>i played tennis today</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T05:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T05:47:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was terrible...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:49029</id>
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    <title>sick</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T16:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T17:29:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are estimates that thousands and thousands are dead in New Orleans, and people are worried about looting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck outta here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people have family floating dead in the street and homes that have been washed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Kanye West ditching the teleprompter on this RedCross fundraiser and saying whats really on his mind: &lt;a href="http://www.pixelmd.com/kanye.html"&gt;http://www.pixelmd.com/kanye.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to the mayor of New Orleans keeping it real: &lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/audio/national/NAGIN_AUDIO.mp3"&gt;http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/audio/national/NAGIN_AUDIO.mp3&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:48492</id>
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    <title>becoming an academic</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T16:44:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T16:44:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always hoped I wouldn't be the type of person to use words like "thus" in a paper. But alas, no other word fits.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:46436</id>
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    <title>OMG</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T01:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T01:35:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AHHHH!!!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I HAD THE WEIRDEST DREAM.. from around  6:00pm to about 7:00pm.. about this girl in the Wellesley 09 community today! IT WAS SO FREAKIN' HOT TOO... omg. I can't believe it. I can't say what happened, or who it was about, because it would really creep her out! LOL. I've never met this person, and I don't think we've even ever chatted online! LOL this is too funny. omg. maybe I'll post some details later.. just so I don't forget. It was so vivid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really disappointed to wake up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, how can I tactfully describe this dream. I took my friends only lock off for just this post, so I have to be safe. lol. okay, so this Wellesley 09er and I were in a car, on a roadtrip together. I picked her up, I think driving the car I drive in real life, and I had a family member in the back seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just having a normal drive. We were playing the stereo pretty loud and on an interstate, so the family member in the back seat couldn't really hear what we were talking about. We were just talking about fun things you usually talk about on a road trip, you know!? Then all of the sudden, she started whispering other things in my ear like, "I think you are pretty.. I'm attracted to you". So then the dream got totally out of control. LOL. So bizarre. At first, I really didn't understand what she was saying to me. And then even when I did know exactly what she was saying to me, I wasn't sure how to respond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally we get to our destination, which is some sort of lacrosse camp in this woman's garage. So now this girl keeps saying all these things to me, and I'm just kind of standing there, and she keeps trying to brush up against me during the lesson, but in a really discreet way so my family member doesn't notice. That's when I think I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BEWILDERED bc I clearly knew exactly who this person was from livejournal and myspace, and only through those two venues! Someone please decode this dream for me!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:42198</id>
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    <title>duh, I am 18.</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T00:40:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T00:40:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"All I Have to Give" by Backstreet Boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:40467</id>
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    <title>"round &amp; round"</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T04:22:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T04:22:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jonell f/ method man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gutter when you met me&lt;br /&gt;gutter when you left me&lt;br /&gt;gutter when you came back&lt;br /&gt;face it, nothing can change that&lt;br /&gt;not romance nor marriage counseling&lt;br /&gt;you dropped the ball, now i'm bouncing&lt;br /&gt;find me a room, burn up an ounce and&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my baby to call, forgive it all&lt;br /&gt;on some break up to make up shit, givin me draws&lt;br /&gt;I adore mi amor&lt;br /&gt;but everytime she choose to go to war&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin at the front door</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:35070</id>
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    <title>I need it in my life.. come put it in my life</title>
    <published>2005-02-18T19:23:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-18T19:23:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"In My Life" Juvenile</lj:music>
    <content type="html">where can I buy one of those t-shirts that says "Leave Him"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone knows what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this t-shirt could become an integral part of my wardrobe, and I'm definitely not even into those cutesty slogan tees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!!?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:33661</id>
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    <title>updating</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T01:06:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T01:06:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this journal thing isn't working out. the last two entries I've written, have ended up being private, and no can read those, or should read them, so I wonder what is the point of this. Hmm.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:27752</id>
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    <title>rock it til you drop it</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T04:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T04:54:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Stupid Little Love Song" by Fefe Dobson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so while in LA this weekend, chillin out with glsen, i met fefe dobson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes mad awkward. like.. mary catherine gallagher goofy-- no joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at this diner having dinner and we looked over at the booth next to ours and we were like umm.. that's fefe dobson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really?&lt;br /&gt;yes, no, yeahh! noo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she like layed down in the booth and took a fuckin nap.. so i was like, you know that's some celebrity shit. that has got to be her. normal people don't stretch out and full on snooze during meals out in public, ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drank two vanilla milkshakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she was getting up to leave, we were like fefe! and she turned around and was like heyyyyyyy. and then she came over to the table. like, i say she was awkward because she wouldnt just stand up straight and have a normal conversation.. she was like bending over and side to side.. i was thinking what the hell is she doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun.. and courtney knows that i do enjoy some fefe dobson... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go! &lt;br /&gt;put em up!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:27574</id>
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    <title>na na naa gonna have a good time...</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T13:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T13:20:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"What You Want" by The Roots</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm interviewing Bill Cosby for the newspaper in a couple weeks. &lt;br /&gt;of course i'm gonna have to be like "nigga, am i really dirty laundry?" no doubt about that. haha yeah, but, leave me some more questions to ask Mr. Cosby if you have any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it true that you belonged to a loud and unruly "junkyard gang"?</content>
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    <title>i cram to understand this</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T05:30:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T05:34:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've been wondering.. why the hell do people get upset if someone adds them to their friends list without asking?&lt;br /&gt;like do you really need expressed written permission to do this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to add me to your friends list, FEEL FREE. it's nothing to shed tears over. not only will i be okay, i think it's kind of neat. but get this-- if i don't like you, i won't friend you back.. situation over. is this not okay???</content>
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    <title>i'm gonna rap on your door,  tap on your window pane...</title>
    <published>2004-07-04T21:27:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-04T21:27:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Until You Come Back to Me" by Aretha Franklin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Under the spell of moonlight, music, flowers, or the cut and smell of a good tweed, I sometimes feel the divine urge for an hour, a day, or maybe a week. Then it is gone, and my interest returns to corn pone and mustard greens, or rubbing a paragraph with a soft cloth. Then my ex-sharer of a mood calls up in a fevered voice and reminds me of every silly thing I said, and eggs me on to say them all over again. It is the third presentation of turkey hash after Christmas. It is asking me to be a seven-sided liar. Accuses me of being faithless and inconsistent if I don't. There is no inconsistency there. I was sincere for the moment in which I said the things. It is strictly a matter of time. It was true for the moment, but the next day or the next week is not that moment..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;i&gt;Dust Tracks on a Road&lt;/i&gt; by Zora Neale Hurston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep. what do you think?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:17913</id>
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    <title>umm</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T02:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T02:48:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well i dropped my laptop on the ground so i have no personal-personal computer. thus friends only for a little while, or forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that cool for everyone? i thought so.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:17641</id>
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    <title>little engine that could</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T05:28:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T05:28:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">two more days, and a million things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chugga chugga chugga chugga (i think i can..) choo choo !!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:16659</id>
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    <title>too hot</title>
    <published>2004-05-23T22:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-23T22:52:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm about to pass out from heat exhaustion. it is 95 degrees+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so restless...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:12862</id>
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    <title>day of silence rejected</title>
    <published>2004-04-21T06:08:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-21T06:08:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm pretty shocked and disappointed. not only did the admin reject the day of silence as a sponsored club activity, individual people are banned from participating as well. i'm glad to see that our school is still excelling in "encouraging diversity", as stated in our mission statment. yes, 80 years and going strong.</content>
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    <title>launch radio is the shit</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T02:00:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-14T02:00:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Pop That Booty" Marques Houston.. da da da daaa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love that you can skip songs. I wish you could really do that.. I'd be in the car like.. "Sorry 2004?" Nope, I'm not sorry-- SKIP. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to convince my dad to get me XM radio for my birthday... That would be splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to the new Barnes &amp; Noble and had a wonderful time. All the hot girls shop at Barnes &amp; Noble.. I was DELIGHTED. Plus, I got this book by Rebecca Walker that I've been looking for, literally, forever. It's called To Be Real: Telling the Truth and Changing the Face of Feminism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm going to go read or something.. aol instant messenger more likely</content>
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    <title>key event in my day.. through song</title>
    <published>2004-04-08T02:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-08T02:07:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"I'm Sorry I Got Fat (I Will Slim Down)" by Wesley Willis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well.. I haven't updated for a while.. but, when I saw the Wesley Willis song generator, I knew I had to break the cycle. I just think this is hilarious. Wesley Willis is great-- RIP. I was listening to a few of his classic joints such as "Rock and Roll McDonalds" and "I Whupped Batman's Ass" and recounting the day's activities. Well, after my lacrosse game, which we won, I was on my home and got stuck at a red light at a major intersection. There was a gas station to the right with the hottest looking baby blue VW Jetta with matching steering wheel and rims and this real cute black chick rapping to herself and waiting to merge. But like I said this a huge intersection, so the line of cars in the lane she's gotta enter will be tremendous in a moment and the wait to get over will probably be another cycle of lights. SO, being the wonderfully caring young woman that I am, I throw my car in reverse right quick to create a little space for her to go ahead and get infront of me. Well, this is the type of vehicular courtesy you just don't see everyday. You'd think she'd be grateful... Let me tell YOU, she was not! She swerved out infront of me and sped through the opening I'd created and got into the lane beside me which I thought was a pretty dangerous manuever and totally unneccessary! That cute girl didn't even smile at this cute girl to thank her for the deed. This prompted me to conjure Wesley Willis' retired mojo and produce this little ditty for y'alls enjoyment. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the girl in the blue jetta that didn't smile at me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Wesley Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the blue jetta that didn't smile at me is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;You make the joyride music.&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the blue jetta that didn't smile at me really whoops a camel's ass.&lt;br /&gt;You are the disappointment king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really whoop the horse's ass.&lt;br /&gt;You really whoop a snow lepoard's ass.&lt;br /&gt;You can really get in the groove.&lt;br /&gt;You can really get in the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IN THE BLUE JETTA THAT DIDN'T SMILE AT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my special disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I like the girl in the blue jetta that didn't smile at me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Right on brother.&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the blue jetta that didn't smile at me is very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock over London,&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontiac - we build excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO</content>
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    <title>oh baby, i don't want to know</title>
    <published>2004-03-17T05:06:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-17T05:06:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Got Me a Model" RL and Eric Sermon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ummm.. Mario Winans and P. Diddy, "Don't Wanna Know" is wack. Emo ass song. Is that the theme song for weak males and females or what cuz, that's really wack. Grow some nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're playing me, keep it on the low.. If you're creeping, please don't let it show.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that is really ridiculous.. P. Diddy's verse has a semblance of self respect and keeping it real, but, not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean god damn, really, if I think someone is playing me, and it has happened-- once, I'm like peace out, chick. ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in other news, how does STACEY DASH look sooo good in the "All Falls Down" video and she is 38!!!!!? OMG.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:10563</id>
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    <title>coolest thing-- everyone do this!</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T06:53:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T06:59:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"With You" by Jessica Simpson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Enter your first name only into Google&lt;br /&gt;2. Then click the "Images" tab&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your favorite and post it in your journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='ljparseerror'&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup ('&amp;lt;img [...] &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;') in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto"&gt;1. Enter your first name only into Google&lt;br /&gt;2. Then click the &amp;quot;Images&amp;quot; tab&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your favorite and post it in your journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.student.virginia.edu/~improv/images/shows/selfsuf/allison.jpg&amp;quot; &amp;lt;/a=&amp;quot;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i get an amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;lj-cut&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.billandchristina.com/images/allison.jpg&amp;quot; &amp;lt;/a=&amp;quot;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is creepy looking&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.ausflag.com.au/debate/images/allison.gif&amp;quot; &amp;lt;/a=&amp;quot;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&amp;#39;t really get the joke, i guess i kind of do.. umm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://imagesoftheworld.org/montana/allison%20and%20crowe.jpg&amp;quot; &amp;lt;/a=&amp;quot;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.ihra.com/photos/2001/summer/friday/allison.jpg&amp;quot; &amp;lt;/a=&amp;quot;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brand new ride&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/lj-cut&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:10312</id>
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    <title>mother and daughter sharing an important moment</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T06:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T06:21:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"8 Minutes to Sunrise" by Jill Scott and Common</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lots of classmates at my private high school have a [slightly] older, father or stepfather and a young, attractive mother or stepmother. it's so common that's in not really suprising at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i was waiting to pick up a frosh girl on my basketball team to take her to a team get together. she was having some type of heated discussion with her mom. it was not particularly interesting, since girls her age are always having some dumb shit drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says,&lt;br /&gt;"mom, she was being so gay about everything. i couldn't even talk to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom replys,&lt;br /&gt;"what have i taught you about being upfront with people? you need to talk to her. you ARE being gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like omg.. i didn't want to bust out laughing because they were being so fucking sincere. but that is seriously some of the funniest shit i've overheard. how extremely homosexual is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i had to say.. i got nothing</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:10035</id>
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    <title>that mp3 thing</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T03:53:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T03:53:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Step 1: Open your itunes/musicmatch/whatever you use to play MP3s&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Put all of your music on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Write down the first fifteen songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Me Against the Music" Britney Spears ft. Madonna&lt;br /&gt;2. "Kiss Me Fool" Fefe Dobson&lt;br /&gt;3. "Splash Waterfalls" Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;4. "Ride Wit Ya" Joe ft. G-Unit&lt;br /&gt;5. "Tipsy" J-Kwon&lt;br /&gt;6. "Gimme" Jill Scott&lt;br /&gt;7. "Sweet Misery" Amel Larrieux&lt;br /&gt;8. "Best of Me" Jay Z and Mya&lt;br /&gt;9. "American Pie" Madonna&lt;br /&gt;10. "32 Flavors" Ani Difranco&lt;br /&gt;11. "I'm Too Sexy" Right Said Fred&lt;br /&gt;12. "Harder to Breathe" Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;13. "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" Al Green&lt;br /&gt;14. "We Don't Need No Education" Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;15. "Smells Like Teen Spirit" Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to go watch American Beauty now. I'm sad that Spring Break will be over Tuesday. I guess it was semi-productive. Sigh, not really. At least the final 9 weeks of school will be slack because of AP exams and Lax.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:9781</id>
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    <title>the more i fall, the more you let go</title>
    <published>2004-03-09T05:05:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-09T05:05:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Done Wrong" by Ani Difranco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">isn't it funny how friendships just dissolve overnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really humorous though.. and not really overnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:9298</id>
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    <title>where is my dog</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T08:37:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T08:37:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my dog ran away from home today. so strange, we usually let him out into the garage in the mornings to do his thing, but today we let him out the back door. opened the door to let him back in and he was nowhere to be found. i got him as a present on my 8th birthday... he's old, and chubby, so he doesn't run so much. he goes outside often and never even goes past the driveway. i drove around my neighborhood looking for him for hours. truly bizarre. i don't understand why he would just leave. i have to make fliers and put up signs tomorrow. i hope we find him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onetwelve:8650</id>
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    <title>onetwelve @ 2004-03-05T00:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-05T05:21:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-05T05:21:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">me: yo i'll tell u what i want, what i really really want&lt;br /&gt;my homegirl: so tell me what you want what you really really want&lt;br /&gt;me: i wanna, i wanna, i wanna, i really really really wanna zig a zig ahhh</content>
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