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  <title>King Kong swinging from a tree</title>
  <subtitle>dropping on these bitches full speed.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>susan leona hutchinson (esq.)</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-14T05:45:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:40490</id>
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    <title>Cемья:</title>
    <published>2009-12-14T05:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-14T05:45:27Z</updated>
    <category term="second"/>
    <category term="dad"/>
    <category term="family"/>
    <category term="grandpa"/>
    <category term="sad"/>
    <category term="late"/>
    <lj:music>Blink 182 "Mutt"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I dislike the concept of family. A group of people that you are so intrinsically linked to that you would die for them. It hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is so, odd. When you get married, you don't think "oh, hey, this is just a practice run." You don't really expect to have a second family after your first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Suzanne and Eric at my birthday party in October. This is Eric's second family. This is the second time he's met his wife's family, second time he's showed off their first born kid. This isn't new to him. Does that make it any less special? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If asked, the answer will always be no. But it is different. That can't be denied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much longer everything will last. And what is in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing my grandfather's cadet ring a lot recently. It makes me think about the type of person he was. The person that I will never know. I got to spend thirteen years with him, but I don't know him. You never really know a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll always be second. I was grandpa's. Or if that's not the case. Maybe I'm looking at it the wrong way. I'm not second. This isn't Eric's second family. I'm late. Eric was late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll always be late. Arriving at, ultimately, the right time, but later than everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I'll miss.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:40042</id>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2009-11-28T14:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-28T22:28:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T22:28:33Z</updated>
    <category term="driving"/>
    <category term="mom"/>
    <category term="fall"/>
    <content type="html">My mother doesn't have a favorite season. That struck me as odd. I've always known that my favorite season is fall. Always. Just known it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving back from Kohls this morning down Fairway and all the trees were so pretty, and I asked her what her favorite season was, and after receiving silence I added "unless you don't have one".  She thought about it some more and said "I guess I don't have one", silence, "maybe spring, everything is so green. Which is about as much as you can expect from her when she doesn't have a strong opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much like her its unnerving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do homework now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:39739</id>
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    <title>I have to stop lying now. I've told so many lies...</title>
    <published>2009-11-23T04:51:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-23T04:52:40Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="muriel&amp;apos;s wedding"/>
    <category term="quote"/>
    <category term="picture"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn292/thesuzesalute/ilja_and_robin.jpg" height="33%" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I don’t love you David”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t love you either, but I think I could like having you around.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quote from Muriel's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Picture stolen from Lynn K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:39669</id>
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    <title>the sad clarinet</title>
    <published>2009-11-18T23:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T23:24:29Z</updated>
    <category term="holocaust"/>
    <category term="boston"/>
    <category term="quote"/>
    <lj:music>love actually</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There is a very good chance that I have already posted this quote, I feel as if I have.  But I love it so, it's prophetic for these times--with people denying that the holocaust ever happened. The Holocaust keeps showing up in my life lately, especially the liberation of the camps. Just in places where I never really expect it. I learned today that there is a Ukrainian Holocaust survivor that lives in here in Reno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some background information: Eisenhower was the Supreme Commander of the Allied forces in Europe, and helped to liberate the concentration camps. In 1953 he was elected president. The first time I saw this quote was at Boston Holocaust memorial (pictures stolen shamelessly off of google under the cut). And this, combined with the other quotes and visual power of the glass tower, was so sobering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is it, the quote that has been stuck in my head all day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;I felt it my duty to be in a position from then on to testify at first hand about these things in case there ever grew up at home the belief or assumption that the stories of Nazi brutality were just propaganda.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;-President Eisenhower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Boston Holocaust Memorial"&gt;The memorial is situated near the shopping district in Boston.  It is completely outdoors and consists of six glass towers, one for each major concentration camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2qalmps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk through the towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2n9c38o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each of the towers is inscribed with the numbers of the victims who died during the holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2v0z9mr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;endljcut&gt;&lt;/endljcut&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can never seem to form coherent thoughts.  Just half formed shadows of consciousness.  I suppose that all you really need. There's stuff I want to say, but I just can't find the words.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:39413</id>
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    <title>watchmen</title>
    <published>2009-11-16T07:07:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-16T07:07:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;quot;You could've turned the gun into steam, the bullets into mercury, the bottle into goddamned snowflakes but you didn't, did you? &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love LOVE the comedian.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:39055</id>
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    <title>wizards</title>
    <published>2009-11-11T18:49:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-11T18:49:34Z</updated>
    <category term="cry"/>
    <category term="danii"/>
    <category term="steph"/>
    <category term="wrockstock"/>
    <lj:music>atlantis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ahhh. stole this directly off a note from danii's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&amp;quot;At somepoint Monday morning I was put in the situation where I was with my good friend Stephanie. We were running through an airport after a security guard named Josh, trying to catch a shuttle to a separate building of the airport to see Suze, a little less than an hour before our flights. Josh was convinced we were not going to make it, but we were determined. Somehow we got on the subject that Suze's name is also Leona...and he told us that him and his wife were thinking of naming his daughter Leona. Now not only are we running through the airport, but we're also yelling &amp;quot;OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO NAME YOUR DAUGHTER LEONA SHE'S A WONDERFUL GIRL WE LOVE HER SO MUCH YOU HAVE TO DO IT YOU HAVE TO NAME YOUR DAUGHTER LEONA!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; He was surprised at our efforts and the fact that we were risking missing our flights to make sure we saw this girl one more time before we left. He said &amp;quot;She must be a special girl&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt; We got on the shuttle. We found a teary-eyed Suze Leona, and we became teary-eyed ourselves. We cried and we hugged for about 3 minutes, before we had to get back on the shuttle to go back to our part of the airport. Steph and I cried and hugged on a shuttle full of people for a good 5 minutes. Then ran teary-eyed through the airport only to find security guard Josh waiting at security to let us past the lines, and through security. As we were going through he asks &amp;quot;Now, How do you spell Leona?&amp;quot; and we all agreed that L E O N A was the correct spelling, and he thanked us. &lt;br /&gt; Stephanie and I are convinced this man is going to name his daughter Leona because of the crazy girls who ran through the airports just to see their friend.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my weekend. past my regrets and all the greatness and just wonderful, this is what it came down to. and this is why i keep going back to it. i love my friends. you'll never find better people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:38818</id>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2009-11-05T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T04:20:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T04:20:44Z</updated>
    <category term="the day before wrockstock"/>
    <category term="home"/>
    <category term="mom"/>
    <category term="drunk"/>
    <lj:music>t-swift</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i shouldn't have called home so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom was drunk. ugfhdslkfjals;df;lkjdflkasdflkj.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adwe10:38617</id>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2009-11-03T19:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T03:56:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T03:56:59Z</updated>
    <category term="losing"/>
    <category term="ahhhhh"/>
    <category term="lost"/>
    <category term="crazy"/>
    <content type="html">I lost my credit card and I just realized it today. It could be somewhere around here, but I am at a complete loss. THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. I just tore everything up, and when I&amp;nbsp;called my mom she was so understanding. Ugh. Anyways, so there I was, trying to calm down, and I went to check my email--took one look at my google homepage and started crying. Just general low self-esteem. Or maybe I can't handle the news. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want ten million gummibears, then I want to go running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2009-10-30T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T19:20:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T19:20:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All I want is more tattoos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.</content>
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    <title>Things that are on my mind:</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T20:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T20:54:36Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>The Zephyr by Red Hot Chili Peppers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I can't stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/choclat/thinkingof/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop indulging my chronic insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;Finals tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>FO</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T01:50:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T03:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/1803/ilmadrishpbanner1wo3.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;FRIENDS ONLY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;banner made by&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lilyrose_icons/profile"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: bottom; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="16" alt="[info]" width="16" src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lilyrose_icons/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;lilyrose_icons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;asidjf;asldfjkal;skdfjl;kdjs ihavenowords flkasjdfl;kajsdlfk;jasdlkfjas;dfj;a&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-11-12T18:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T02:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T02:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it bad that every song I write is from a boy's point of view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison I like your DO webpage.</content>
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    <title>Pumpkin seeds</title>
    <published>2007-10-21T02:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-21T02:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I carved a pumpkin today (will post picture later, this is not about the pumpkin) and I wanted to bake pumpkin seeds (that's what this is about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I follow the recipes, fuck up the spice a bit, and add a whole bunch of cinnamon to cover it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't taste very good. Which leads me to my next question, are you supposed to eat the outside and the inside or just the inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the outside is nasty.</content>
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    <title>Got to admit, he's got style...</title>
    <published>2007-10-21T01:23:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-21T02:05:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dumbledore is gay, oh JKR how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1674069,00.html?imw=Y"&gt;Thats food for thought&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how this works into the whole "I'm going marry Dumbledore and bear all his children plan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! That wasn't Dumbledore, that was Stephan Colbert! Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from JK Rowling under the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truthful answer to you… I always thought of Dumbledore as gay. [ovation.] … Dumbledore fell in love with Grindelwald, and that that added to his horror when Grindelwald showed himself to be what he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an extent, do we say it excused Dumbledore a little more because falling in love can blind us to an extend, but he met someone as brilliant as he was, and rather like Bellatrix he was very drawn to this brilliant person, and horribly, terribly let down by him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s how I always saw Dumbledore. In fact, recently I was in a script read through for the sixth film, and they had Dumbledore saying a line to Harry early in the script saying I knew a girl once, whose hair… [laughter]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write a little note in the margin and slide it along to the scriptwriter, “Dumbledore’s gay!” [laughter] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I’d known it would make you so happy, I would have announced it years ago!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how she compare Dumbledore and Grindelwald to Bellatrix. I love Bellatrix, I would totally be her.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-10-19T19:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-20T02:54:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-20T02:54:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">These "Things you can't do at Hogwarts" made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atalantapendrag.livejournal.com/163152.html"&gt;Text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/dracomalfoyicons/491870980/150-things-i-am-not-allowed-to-do-at-hogwarts.html"&gt;Icons, some are different&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ghoul in the Attic</title>
    <published>2007-10-12T03:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-12T04:16:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/games/offgrounds/ghoul_attic.html"&gt;Ghoul in the Attic&lt;/a&gt; is a really addicting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate it, it may be at Harrypotter.com, but this is NOT a Harry Potter game. It is a memory game where you add on to a simple sequence of sound and color, etc etc. I have been doing this for the past half hour instead of my QuickWrite for Gov/Econ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it. It's sooooo fun. I got to level 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I will start to keep a record, my record is 7, I will keep this updated and anybody who get higher than my current record I will bake a dessert of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have to print screen it, and post the picture as evidence. Which is what I'll do with my seven tomorrow. This excites me so much. I'm going to go play some more.</content>
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    <title>TOW... Fonzie plays the bongos.</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T02:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T02:32:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a car today.&lt;br /&gt;It's Speedway Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might reread Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Or not.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-10-03T18:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-04T01:59:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-04T01:59:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just painted my nails with Sally Hansen no chip nail polish, but have no patience, so it's really hard to type.&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my govt/econ assiangment, with newspaper articles and summaries that are due on friday.. but I decided "no, I shall painteth my nails, and they shall not chip"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine, have you started on those at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fam coming over tomorrow. So I must clean as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, other than that, not much.&lt;br /&gt;My nails are really pretty.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-09-27T17:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T00:15:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T00:15:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want a &lt;a href="http://shop.comedycentral.com/Colbert-Nation--WristStrong-Bracelet_stcVVproductId21567271VVviewprod.htm"&gt;Wrist Strong&lt;/a&gt; bracelet.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-09-27T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T00:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T00:01:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Legally, you need more than four people to do the wave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Stephen Colbert.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-09-24T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T03:18:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T03:18:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My plan. [cuz I need it in writing]&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;Konan&lt;br /&gt;  -printing, copies=amount&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pickles, Wild Chicken&lt;br /&gt;  -letter, talk&lt;br /&gt;Mac GBs&lt;br /&gt;Timelog</content>
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    <title>EQUAL RIGHTS</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T20:30:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T20:30:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Friends, Season 2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If you're for equality, be for equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say, "I believe in equal rights, &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; I don't think homosexuals should marry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "I believe in equal rights for everyone &lt;b&gt;except&lt;/b&gt; homosexuals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't beat around the bush to make yourself feel better by being more politically correct, you don't believe in equal rights unless you believe in ALL rights for EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I believe in equal rights for &lt;b&gt;legal&lt;/b&gt; citizens.&lt;br /&gt;So that means that I don't believe in equal rights for illegal immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you can treat them like crap.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'll say it to you.&lt;br /&gt;I won't beat around the bush to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin a', be honest with yourselves people.</content>
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    <title>My thought process</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T01:58:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T01:58:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Something is growing in Loomis. Bubbling over, I see it as I drive down the hill on Sierra College Blvd. It's similar to when you boil water and leave it on the stove too long, thinly transparent bubbles that rock the top as they squeeze out and slide down the side of the pan, leaving a slick trail behind themselves. The bubbles stay live for a moment before they pop then grow in number. The heat's on high and the cover is rattling. &lt;br /&gt;If Loomis were a tea kettle it'd be &lt;u&gt;screaming&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Something in Loomis is bubbling and its me. I will change the world with my hands. I will create a movement and watch it, very slowly in my old age, die, reap the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;Live. I will live. And it starts here. Everyday I network, my whole existence is a spiderweb, of loosley made contacts. My skills honed, just enought to maintain contact, not enought for real friendship.&lt;br /&gt;October will be good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loomis is boiling.&lt;br /&gt;It's me.&lt;br /&gt;It's me.&lt;br /&gt;It's me.&lt;br /&gt;It's me.</content>
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    <title>My safe world.</title>
    <published>2007-09-16T07:44:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-16T07:44:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A relativley long drabble.. about my world. And what I've been up to lately. In a kind of twisted way. Basically.. its most of the thoughts that have been in my head this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it in my safe world.&lt;br /&gt;My world of stickshifts and acoustic guitars. It's really quite nice here. I like how I only see my friends on weekdays, and have weekends to myself.. I especially like how I could go a month without seeing my best friend and she never changes. We never change. I love the cows in my world, they're beauuuuuuuutiful. I love expanding my horizons, driving down to Sacramento every saturday and learning, meeting, and scaring myself. I saw myself on camera today and was completley surprised at the person looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting new people, and I love it even more when its over instant messenger and we click. That's only ever happened once before.  I wonder what happened to Todd.. I love the nervous excitment in my stomech when I think of October, and what it brings. My new friends, my unmet friends, seeing them in person.. seeing my dreams come true. If I even set foot in Misourri it would be considered surreal. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the temporary tattoos. So nervous. So excited. What will he think? Probably just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;But it's good. Because I'll make friends. And I'll have them, and they'll have me. We'll have eachother&lt;br /&gt;Along those lines, I love my mother.. she is completely different than anybody thinks she is, even what Julie thinks. Though we are two complete different personalities, and on most days I loathe her, we can always sit down and play a round of Donkey Konga.&lt;br /&gt;I like it in my safe world.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes my safe world is threatened.&lt;br /&gt;Whether through lies, dirty piles of clothes, or hundred dollar bills, it cracks. But I know that the things like stickshifts and bulk orders of temporary tattoos (of trees, no less!) will steal me away from those threats and return me to my Eden of acoustic guitars and instant messengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a skype account.. itz funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from work.. not so funnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lj-cuts are so hard.</content>
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    <title>adwe10 @ 2007-08-30T16:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T23:47:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T23:47:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">guesss who figured out her passworrrdddd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anybody have any tips for memorizations of long bodies of texts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a monologue.</content>
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