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  <title>My Plan to Take Over the World</title>
  <subtitle>Chapter One....</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Christiny</name>
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  <updated>2008-04-19T20:22:29Z</updated>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Won't You Be My Neighbor?</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T20:22:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T20:22:29Z</updated>
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They are absolutely horrible and have caused more problems than you'd ever have thought possible. On one occasion, they found dog crap in their front yard, accused my family of leaving it there, and then threw it by shovel at my bedroom window. Let's not even talk about how the hypocrites just let their annoying little chihuahua run around outside unleashed. I can't stand them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrizell:31143</id>
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    <title>Le sigh.</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T18:08:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T19:54:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>As Tall As Lions</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck people who pay for toys under $20 with a $100 bill. I just opened! You're stealing all my 5's and 1's! Really now. It's so unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to express my distaste for them all. Sorry about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! New Hampshire was an awesome time. We spent the mornings watching trashy talkshows and ridiculous gameshows, and the afternoons swimming in the pool. Then throw in some arcades, waterslides, minigolf, movies and restaurants. I totally owned in minigolf by the way. Can you say two holes in one? Cause I can. I didn't really take many pictures, so I have nothing to show. But that's okay! I remember, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I recommend the movie &lt;i&gt;37 Ninja Kids&lt;/i&gt;. It's an awesome movie. I mean, just look at this evil spinning top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boxofficeprophets.com/images/37ninjakids.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrizell:30725</id>
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    <title>I'm just a happy kid.</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T18:39:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T18:39:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Boy Hits Car</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going to New Hampshire in.. less than 5 days. For 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2006-06-20T10:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T14:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T16:17:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dredg &lt;i&gt;Catch Without Arms&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am in just the BEST mood! Like, there was no sarcasm in that at all. I really am very happy and content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a good reason to be because:&lt;br /&gt;-I'm at work, not outside enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;-The air conditioning doesn't work, but you can't really tell cause it's still kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;-I woke up at 6:30ish unintentionally, went back to sleep and woke up at 7:45ish to the sound of jackhammers outside my front door. They completely blocked off my driveway. &lt;br /&gt;-The FedEx man didn't bring anything! The NERVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;I had enough time to get my coffee and bagel, I got here nice and early and took my time getting things out, The FedEx man (despite his lack of shipments) is really very nice, I danced around the store to Dredg, the first customers were happy and funny, I'm in the mood to write (which I rarely am), Crystal wants to work for me on Wednesday, I have stockpiled my bag full of food, and I will see my Leonard later today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a very happy day for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this was a pointless post! I love those!</content>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2006-05-25T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T22:54:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T22:55:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am not physically able to stand up for myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrizell:29992</id>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2006-04-11T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T01:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T01:07:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Rosalia" Better Than Ezra</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Aww, I love this song.. Remember listening to this in New Hampshire James? I think it was on one of those WBCN Naked discs or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I reaaaally don't feel like writing this crit for archeology tomorrow. I think it's rather silly. We're supposed to be critiquing two articles written by someone who is outside the archeology profession. I don't know how to do that! How am I supposed to offer criticism on something we haven't learned how to criticise yet? All I want is my grade for the test I took last week. I think I did alright. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Things have been quite lovely lately, I'd say. I'm getting losts of hours at work, which will mean an equally lovely paycheck. I think my boss might actually like me? I don't know, it's iffy. She's either being really nice to me, or she's being really condescending to me. She's so ridiculous. But at least Saturdays are a nice change, when she hardly ever comes in and Crystal and I can ignore everyone and be stupid. That's pretty chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a "quiz" today in my seminar class. His "quizzes" are never less than 5 pages long, but whatever. I do well on them anyways. I got out an hour early, so I got home at 10:45ish instead of the usual 11:45ish. Hahah You always hear about the sketchy people on the T at night, but if you ever saw them in the daytime you'd be more weary. They are CRAZY. They're really really funny, unless they sit next to you.. So yes, I got home early and Leonard and his friend Adam picked me up. We hit up Building 19 and made fun of it's nastiness. We bought some pies. And threw them at things. Always a good time. Then I was dropped off, and I watched the rest of my Grey's Anatomy dvd which I absolutely &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;. Ya'll should look into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is coming! That means the Emergenza Festival, followed by Dredg and Kanye West! I'm so excited. And also, some guy is getting inaugurated at school so classes are getting cancelled on the 28th. Woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I should probably stop stalling get to writin' this paper. I want to end with something witty here, but I got nothin'. :)</content>
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    <title>Splashysplashsplash!</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T23:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T18:50:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cheers and taunts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know how many people can say this but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/nintendo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/nintendo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/nintendo3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for three straight hours. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; to be this cool when I'm older.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrizell:29479</id>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2006-02-20T22:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T04:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T19:27:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My day included, but was not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Getting picked up by Leeeeeeooooonard&lt;br /&gt;-Dunkies&lt;br /&gt;-Medford, and met Liz!&lt;br /&gt;-Hampton Beach, NH&lt;br /&gt;-Hedge walkways and huge houses&lt;br /&gt;-Rocks and snow&lt;br /&gt;-Long walks&lt;br /&gt;-Sledding on ecologically protected dunes&lt;br /&gt;-DRIVING on ecologically protected dune sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;-Leaving NH&lt;br /&gt;-Getting lost in Danvers&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Sneaking around&lt;/s&gt; Freaking out on the grounds of Danvers State Hospital&lt;br /&gt;-Making new friends from Hudson, MA&lt;br /&gt;-Sneaking around some more&lt;br /&gt;-Chill security guard, sorta&lt;br /&gt;-Women with no lives, sitting in a car&lt;br /&gt;-Getting chased by a huge dog&lt;br /&gt;-Driving back to Medford&lt;br /&gt;-Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;-Watching Session 9&lt;br /&gt;-Driving Liz home&lt;br /&gt;-McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;-Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some excellent pictures later. Maybe. :)</content>
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    <title>Ponder this!</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T16:54:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T17:24:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Other people chatting and typing away.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Soooo, I pretty much just realized that the internet holds almost no entertainment for me aside from stalking people. This seems like such a bad thing! Sure.. there are the occational funny things to see, stupid websites and the like, but I never just go looking for them. And if I do, it's because I saw it through someone elses site. I'm.. such a recluse. Though I do talk to some people, I seem to be getting little to no human interaction with the people I know and love ASIDE from the internet. This must be changed, people! (Actually.. that's pretty much up to me to fix, as I am the designated commuter.. But you know what I mean!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with our society today, if we all seem to resort to computers for communication? Though technology keeps us in contact with eachother, it seems to me that it's the wrong type of contact. I.. need humans!! (Hahahah How cannibalistic does THAT sound?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. this was a pretty &lt;i&gt;pointless&lt;/i&gt; post, as I am now going to go back to my Myspace and Facebook stalking. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. There's an unsettling hazard to searching Facebook in the big computer lab at school. I mean, what if the random person I'm looking at online is like.. right behind me!? And SEES me!! Oh the horror. I think I'd just keel over from humiliation.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm outtie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; Because I know you're all so very interested in my location, I just moved from the red computer lab, to the purple MAC lab for my math class, literally feet away from eachother. I hate MACs. They fucking suck. ANDAND I can't even get AIM to work in here! And who the hell needs a course that teaches you about the finer aspects of EXCEL?! Ridiculous. Ugh.. Life is sooo difficult..</content>
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    <title>I'm goin' to Graceland!</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T17:27:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T22:20:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Paul Simon &lt;i&gt;Graceland&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So here I am, on Susan's computer at work, wasting her internet going to the same four sites over and over again, instead of actually paying attention to the &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt; no customers I have right now. And much to my excitement, a man who slipped in just asked me what I was playing over the cd player! Oh man! He's like, "WHOISTHIS?! I&lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt;CAJUNMUSIC." Hahah It's not that Cajun, I assure you. I caught another woman singing to it too. Also, I was a little excited to see that the FedEx man was outside and he had a big shipment for someone. I love shipments, cause it gives me an excuse to do something while at the same time doing nothing at all. Unfortunately, it was for Radio Shack.. That teasing bastid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? This is how much of NOTHING I'm doing right now. And I pretty much love it.. (even though to some it may look like I'm complaining. I'm so not! I swear!) :) I know you're jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I wrote out a big long thing about 2005 with pictures and everything, and I'm only about halfway through it. I doubt that it will ever be finished, but it's the thought that counts, right? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's seeee.. What is there to write about in my life now? I've spent most of my vacation sleeping in past 1 (something that I'm not too fond of, but I can't help it anymore), eating, sitting at the computer, going out with the girls (in which we sit and talk for an extended period of time), and going out with Leonard (in which we go and sit down somewhere for an extended period of time). I love being lazy. It's.. the meaning of my life, if you will! &lt;br /&gt;And then at the same time, it kind of bothers me, because then I remember that I'm actually really unhealthy. And then I go and eat some Reese's cups. It's problematic. I get some excercise when Charlie pulls me down the street at a fast clip, but that's about it. I need some help getting out of my rut. I'm serious too! I've lost so much of the energy that I used to have. Help meeeeee! Please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! So this was a pretty pointless post, eh? I'll be sure to update you on my exciting life in another couple of months. This one was just so you know that I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Thank you Jess and Shib and Chris for coming and playing with me for like.. two and a half hours. You guys are awesome. &amp;hearts;! I'll try and post some ridiculous pictures later.</content>
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    <title>SPOT!!!</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T04:16:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T20:52:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ummm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dare Night 2&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go with &lt;i&gt;fuckingridiculous.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that'll do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hey! Happy New Year too! See ya next year. :P</content>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2005-11-15T00:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T05:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T05:39:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>&lt;i&gt;From Under the Cork Tree&lt;/i&gt; Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The best feeling in the world.. I'm kinda too happy for words, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2005-10-24T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T02:24:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T02:24:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Diamonds and Guns" The Transplants</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As I sit here eating chocolate chip icecream (and shivering a little) I contemplate how often I actually sit here, while eating. It's kind of a bad habit because my desk has collected a ridiculous amount of wrappers and various other such debris. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not writing today to inform you all of my amazing untidiness! Oh no! I actually have something to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll, maybe not really. I was just verbally &lt;i&gt;abused&lt;/i&gt; into updating by a certain person who shall remain nameless coughjaymocough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I'll finish this tomorrow. :) Gnight!</content>
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    <title>"Ooh! There's the Westin!" "Ok, lets walk away from it.."</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T22:13:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-10T00:24:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aaaamazing day yesterday. Of course! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-12:00 lunch date with my girls! I miss you all so much, ya know. We need to do that more often. Met up at Old Navy and ate at Bruegger's. Bagel with strawberry cream cheeeese! Excellent roomie stories.&lt;br /&gt;-Kara returned to work, Jamie left to babysit, and the rest of us headed to the plaza! Getting lost in Macy's. Smoothie craving. Scary encounters. Walking around aimlessly. Puppy visiting. Getting lost in Macy's again.&lt;br /&gt;-Parting ways. Drove home.&lt;br /&gt;-3:39 Awkward introductions. :) Drove to Braintree station. &lt;br /&gt;-"Ghetto shit" poster.&lt;br /&gt;-People watching. &lt;br /&gt;-Prudential stop. Walked in the wrong direction. ;)&lt;br /&gt;-Frolicking in the rain. And near fountains that are next to a turtle and a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;-Drowned rats in Copley Place.&lt;br /&gt;-The Skywalk! With lots of French people. &lt;br /&gt;-The immigration rap; pretty much the most disturbing thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;-Anyone know what that is park is near Fenway?&lt;br /&gt;-"This is a family place!"&lt;br /&gt;-Elevator down.&lt;br /&gt;-Walked to the food court. Chicken place!&lt;br /&gt;-Incredibly ravenous man. That we stared at of course.&lt;br /&gt;-Prudential station, green line. &lt;br /&gt;-Exposed armpits? Completely unneccessary. :P&lt;br /&gt;-Ride back to Braintree. A is for Ashmont.. oh well! We go to college so we know these things.&lt;br /&gt;-A line of sleeping Asiaaans! They didn't even know eachother, so I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;-Back to Braintree and to Morris. Across from the men who were locked out of their car.. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-Drove through the Border's/Petsmart/Best Buy parking lot. For no reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;-Off to the plaza (part deux)! Macy's parking structure was bumpin. Skipping in the rain. Drenched again. Walked around. Visited puppies. Gizmo turned out to be a psycho, but an amusing psycho. Back to the car. Knitting.. for a while. The drive home, screaming to the 90s mix and water fighting. And swerving all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;-Home again (7 minutes early! gasp!) 4 minutes late, and calls. :) The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dunkies for coffee and really good cinnamon sticks.&lt;br /&gt;-Braintree T for a pass. "No! Go to Starmarket!"&lt;br /&gt;-Border's, Petsmart, and Bed Bath &amp; Beyond.&lt;br /&gt;-Barnes and Noble.&lt;br /&gt;-Drove to South Station, annnd we got lost kinda. Got my new pass. &lt;br /&gt;-Stop and Shop and stupid people who get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;-Home again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rockport beach!!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>Things I learned today..</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T21:19:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T00:16:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"The Freshman" Verve Pipe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">-Hitting the snooze button repeatedly will surely make you late. &lt;br /&gt;-The Braintree T station parking lot is full by 9:38.&lt;br /&gt;-Taking pictures of people on the T while they are sleeping isn't very nice and doing so probably means that you are an ass. &lt;br /&gt;-There were no styrofoam blocks in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;-Nubians come from &lt;i&gt;Nubia&lt;/i&gt;, not Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;-People who take tours to learn about the things they look at, don't usually look like they want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;-The ancient Greeks were seriously perverted.&lt;br /&gt;-Imitating pictures and statues is really fun to do, and more so when you take pictures while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;-A chicken caesar salad is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; worth $13, no matter where you go.&lt;br /&gt;-The Japanese Garden we searched so hard for is incredibly lacking.&lt;br /&gt;-Look both ways before you cross the street.&lt;br /&gt;-Listening skills are important while ordering food in a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;-Reflex game + thumb wars + arm wrestling = really kinda silly, but simultaneously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-Penguins make excellent pizza and smoothies, though the smoothies are more like.. roughies, and aren't that drinkable.&lt;br /&gt;-You need to &lt;i&gt;hustle&lt;/i&gt; when you get on the Green Line or else you will be verbally abused.&lt;br /&gt;-No matter what you do on the T, people don't watch you. Or at least they pretend they aren't. Okay, actually some of them blatantly watch. I lied.&lt;br /&gt;-A is for Ashmont, B is for Braintree.&lt;br /&gt;-Goodbyes, despite the fact that they mean &lt;i&gt;goodbye&lt;/i&gt;, can actually be fun if they are Boy Meets World style.&lt;br /&gt;-It's just folly to even buy a token to get out at Braintree. No one notices/cares if you jump the turny thing.&lt;br /&gt;-Dunkies sucks when you can't understand the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2005-09-11T00:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T05:00:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T05:01:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The hum of the computer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Pretty much the most amazing night ever. No words, except 'thank you.' :)</content>
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    <title>Gasp!</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T21:36:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-02T23:38:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>&lt;i&gt;Ok, Computer&lt;/i&gt; Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I started &lt;i&gt;college&lt;/i&gt; yesterday! It was pure insanity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; Hour long commute.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; But getting there early enough to get comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; My art class is going to be awesome, I can tell. The professor is really nice. And it's an interesting course.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; Late to math because the art professor let us out at like, 9:30 exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; Scaaaary math teacher! And we can't use &lt;i&gt;calculators!&lt;/i&gt; Hi. I had a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Leonard and Allison are there too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Lovely surprise before break.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Sat on a wall and continued writing a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; There are college protestors/activist people! Just like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Allison was on a break too, so we chatted. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Crit is going to be interesting. The professor is a hippie.. and therefore awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Zach is in my class, representin' Weymo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; We have a mentor?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; All the same people in Crit are in my English class. So we just meander down the hall together after class. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Seemingly nice English teacher. She's obsessed with the internet, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Out for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Went to the Campus Center for food. Met up with Takara! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Talked and walked around, while I ate my coffee cake. It was huge and messy. Big surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Decided to make a Scavenger List. Walked around adding things, and touching artwork that said it wasn't to be touched. Because we're rebels. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Sat on a hill and continued our Scavenger List.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Leonard joined! And it was a party. A very noisy and blatantly-making-fun-of-people party. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Asians and ripped pants and stripes, oh my! Ben Stiller and Bon Jovi's look-a-likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2905.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Takara and Ben Stiller!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2908.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Leonard and Bon Jovi!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; Takara left. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; We left too, and got on a catepillar bus! I love those. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;x10 ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; No classes!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I bought a Student Planner thingy and got all organized! &lt;i&gt;Very&lt;/i&gt; unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Coolata.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Vast x5, Nick Drake x2, Radiohead x3, The Shins x2.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; I think it's time for breakfast. Breakfast= chips.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; My neighbor being insane and washing the ground. With a scrubby brush and hose. So I obviously took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2911.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Clearly a busy day at Toy Mania</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T23:40:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T22:26:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2360.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2361.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2362.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2363.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2364.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2365.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>:)</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T00:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T05:17:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Feel Good Inc" Gorillaz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/iharthdarth/"&gt;I Hearth Darth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://www.thesneeze.com/"&gt;The Sneeze&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2177.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;When my dad flipped me off.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Mike (aka-Star) 93.7fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Swimming like woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2210.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My cousin, Chris.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN2218.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This cool bug I was playing with.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ The extra-flamboyant man at Friday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ That they played &lt;i&gt;We are the Champions&lt;/i&gt; right after &lt;i&gt;We Will Rock You&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Game Night in 10 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;: + Seeing Lauren at the lights near DQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good day so far! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Swiped from Andrea and Jess: Ask me for "top five" lists of pretty much anything, and I will list you my top five of that thing or things.</content>
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    <title>chrizell @ 2005-07-28T00:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T04:56:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T23:11:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Young Hollywood" Head Automatica</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/partyinthewoods2.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you have sugary products at 12:30ish in the morning. Co-painted by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thisisntleonard/"&gt;ThisIsntLeonard&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>And after alllll...</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T19:44:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T06:31:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>&lt;i&gt;(What's the Story) Morning Glory&lt;/i&gt; Oasis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">After a delicious grilled cheese sandwich, I sit here at the computer and contemplate my life thus far... This cd reminds me of Frank's Pizza with Justin, Jen and Bob, when I would play Wonderwall and Champagne Supernova over and over again on the jukebox. I'm sure the guys behind the counter got annoyed with me and my musical selection, but I was only like, 10 at the time so it's not like they could yell at me for playing what they provided. &lt;br /&gt;I've been very nostalgic lately, what with my looking through old pictures and journals where I used to write down every little silly thing that happened to me. I guess that's normal to do since high school is over and the summer lull is setting in. I was in a parking lot across the street from Wollaston beach not too long ago (as usual...) and I had found my yearbook in the backseat. I was reading all the little messages people left me and I just started crying, because I knew things would never be like they were before. It hit me right then that that part of my life was over and the only way I could go back was by trying to piece together what little details that I can recall. They're such &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt; details too...&lt;center&gt;Such as how Kara's tuna sandwiches which had taken up residence in my locker were starting to smell, the horrendous shoulder bruises I got everyday in Spanish when my attention was needed, when I missed the table with my tray and got meatball sub all over my pants, playing mao while duct taped to a chair, too many trips to Boston to count, late night car trips to nowhere in particular, all of our stupid little crushes and the jokes that went with them, Christmas parties and Halloween parties and birthday parties, trying to find places to park in the morning, sneaking around school at night, breaking in with spoons, art class with all the same awesome people for three years, playing in the costume closet, coning, lunch time and all that went with it, combined lab groups when we had no idea what was going on, both Mrs. Smiths' nuttinesses, all the rediculous school fights and drills and 'code reds' and assemblies, countless vocab tests and essays and projects without a point...&lt;/center&gt; and ohhh how can I possibly sum up 4 years of school in a little paragraph? It's just not feasible. Ok, so most of those weren't small details, but general ones with small details that I can't remember. But whatever. It's taken me &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; long to write about them, so it can only be said that this probably won't be the last time I mention things like this again. I think I must live too much in the past, because I always catch myself reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you for reading this far down. You're the coolest.</content>
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    <title>Attention!</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T21:28:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T21:28:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Where the Wild Roses Grow" Nick Cave</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My nose is incredibly itchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... The end.</content>
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    <title>Out of my miiind, out of myyy mind.</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T17:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T00:45:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Pictures of You" The Cure</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lots of things have gone down over the past week. Annnd, rest assured, I took pictures. This is pretty technologically advanced for me, so you'd better enjoy it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, just because this is such a good example of the variety that you find here in Weymouth, I decided to include it. I've never seen anything like it before and was amazed out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0870.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Has anyone else spotted this cross-breed around before?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0892.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0902.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0901.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We ventured to Nantasket at night on &lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; and saw pretty lights and lots of skanky pre-teens. Went to Michelle's house and chilled for a bit. I took a picture of the Hull Gut windmill, but it came out really bad. Oh well...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Alex to see &lt;i&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/i&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;. It was an excellent movie, I must say. We discovered that we are the same person in two different bodies. And that we are amazing singers as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;. I made Cheesecake Swirl brownies!! OH man. Were they good.. I was very impressed with myself, let me tell you. Then, later, I went with Kara to watch the fireworks at Wessagussett. We parked at Loew's and walked forever to the beach. I haven't been there for a few years for the fourth, so I forgot how many people would be there. It was chaos. There was a band playing oldies songs, lots of food vendors, a vast amount of Weymouth High alumni, and other such things. We saw Siobhan and her friends, then some really drunk people. I skipped rocks, Kara took pictures. We walked around some more. Found a nice place to sit. We listened in on other peoples conversations and had lots of fun. I took pictures of the fireworks, but most came out blurry. When it was over, we bobbed and weaved like no ones business. Got back to the car and gangsta danced home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0934.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0943.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0959.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0961.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0967.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0981.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0989.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN0998.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;, July 4th! Woke up. Had a nice talk on the phone for a while, and made a pretty bouquet of flowers. View: &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to go for a walk. Walk = driving to the destination in my car. I went to visit my cool tree, but didn't see my squirrel friend, Chester. Proceeded to read in my tree. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1017.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a drive through Quincy and I ended up at a parking lot across from Wollaston Beach. I sat and had coffee and turned the music up too loud for my fellow patrons. I had a nice view of the skyline. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; Then I went home for a while. Got a call from Kara #2 and Jill. We went out and played wiffle ball in the park! Then they tried to get me sick on the little spinny tire swing, and were very nearly successful. We played on the swings for a while and then Greg showed up out of &lt;i&gt;no where&lt;/i&gt; to chill with us. Got another nice call. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1054.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1059.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1071.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1080.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1081.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1084.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This last one shows Greg holding his head after his feet missed the ground when he jumped off the swing. He refused my Tylenol.&lt;/center&gt; Then I went home and watched the fireworks on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday!&lt;/b&gt; It was an excellent day, if not a bit too hot. It has been very well written about already, little details and all. So go and read it &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thisisntleonard/18687.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You'll enjoy it. Also, I have pictures that correspond! Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1087.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Getting attacked by alligators/crocodiles.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1091.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Scaling trecherous rocks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1106.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;An old woman pretending to read, but actually napping.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1105.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The bird airport/the Sugar Bowl.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b228/chrizell/DSCN1112.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Where Jasmine attacked.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. That's what's been going on in my hood. Ya heard?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrizell:23584</id>
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    <title>Shoooooooes....</title>
    <published>2005-06-29T05:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-02T14:47:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Shelter" Greenwheel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had the most lovely time with the girls the past three days. We took a trip up to Jamie's condo in North Conway, New Hampshire and we had a very sexy time. It's most likely not in order, but let me tell ya anywho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; I was chillin in Viola for the ride up and we had a fun time rocking out to numerous random cds. I can't tell you what they were for the life of me because of my horribly limited memory, but they were good. I assure you. I took too many pictures as we drove up. The scenery was goooorgeous. What wasn't so gorgeous was the 9 or so dead animals we saw on the way up. Yeahhh, we counted them. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; We waited patiently for a moose to jump out of the bushes or something, but no such luck :( There were signs everywhere for them, but it was all false advertisement!! The bastards. It was disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; The fact that "The Yankee Smokehouse: Open-Pit Bar-B-Q" exists and displays pictures of happy pigs all over the place. It's such a... silly place. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; We stopped at Subway and got food. Then we took it to Lake Chocorua to eat, which was reaaaaally pretty. But then it downpoured really cold rain, so we couldn't stay very long :( As we were driving away, it stopped raining and got really hot, so that figures! Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; We decided to go food shopping at Hannaford's. We made at least 96845967 trips there, and I swear the people recognised us each time after that. Well, we got our supplies and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Penis cake and Flag cake. Self-explanatory genius.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Tacos!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Then we went for a dip in the pool, withOUT waiting a half hour! We like to live dangerously. It was nice and warm, but there were a few other people around so we couldn't be as obnoxious as we wanted to be. PS-Don't ever tell Jamie what your object is in categories. Just don't do it! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Flipped between Extreme Home Makeover and the New Hampshire channel's broadcast of Swan Lake. Ballet has to be the most entertaining activity to watch men in. That man had a &lt;i&gt;valley&lt;/i&gt; in his ass his pants were so tight! It looked like they had nice packages too, but it was probably just the cups, unfortunately :( Then we watched the most &lt;i&gt;hideous&lt;/i&gt; women EVER on Supersize She. They were all vying to be the ultimate bodybuilder or something, and they had the manliest voices in the history of manly women voices. They were also very veiny. It was nauseating, but entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Woke up. We got changed and headed off to the river! It was soooo beautiful. The water was frigid, but it wasn't so bad after you got over it. There were these nice warm rocks to sit on, and one of them was a sort of slide that threw you into a current. It was awesome. Megan was sitting on the opposite side of the bank and a man appeared out of no where and accosted her. He asked how old we all were and if it was ok if he swam naked in the river, because he forgot his suit. But he remembered to bring &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; towels. Ok, skeeze, remove yourself from our sight. It was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Trail's End for ice cream! Hahah I was such a mess. It was obscene. They had a spiffy playground thing that we took full advantage of too. There was a CASTLE, and a FIRETRUCK and a MONSTER TRUCK. Oh man. Too fun for words. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;/&amp;lt; We went into town to go shopping. Looked around for a bit. Megan :( Went on a trip to Hannaford's, since they obviously love us there. And chilled back at home for a while and watched the Food Network. Because that's the coolest channel ever. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Dinner at the Shannon Door! I got a pepperoni pizza and polished off the whole thing by myself! I was so proud, you don't even know. We drew on the table placements with crayons and got the waitress to take our picture. I was pretty sure that she had a brogue, but she didn't talk enough for me to confirm it. Oh well. It was a good time. And the loud Irish music was alot of fun too. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Fireflies are the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; We got home and decided that we needed to take a trip to the pool. It was dark out and we were excited about swimming with only the underwater pool lights on. But alas, when we got there we discovered that they didn't work. So we were down there by ourselves in the pitch dark with only the fireflies to keep us company. It was calm, even if it was a bit buggy. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Got a call from someone other than my mother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Just sat and talked deep thoughts for a while with eachother. I love it when we do that. Even if I'm just sitting and listening, it's definately my favorite. It's &lt;i&gt;magical&lt;/i&gt;, ahahahha. And snappy feet also. That's alot of fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; Leaving day. We cleaned up the place after the mess we made. We hopped in the cars and drove home what I assume was the scenic route, because I think it looked different from the one on the way up. But it's probably not. It was very pretty. It was a good drive on the way home too. We decided to count the restaurants in Saugus. There were exactly 70. How rediculous is that?! If I were a hobo, I'd live there...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Dane Cook, BBmak, Spice Girls, Ben Folds Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure I forgot some things, so just tell me and I'll add it in, ok? My mind is getting fuzzy in my old age.</content>
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    <title>Well.</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T21:58:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-24T22:12:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Lonely" Akon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey, here I am. I'm still around, but it's been awhile, huh? I can't believe that it's the end of June already. That just amazes me. I have &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt; to find a job, but I have been looking, have no fear. I'm such an out-of-high-school bum, it's not even funny. I spend my days sitting around the house and thinking, listening to music and vegging. I've been drawing a little, but nothing phenomenal has come from that yet unfortunately. Two more months, and then the fun is over :(. Back to homework and late-night studying. And I won't see my friends nearly as much as I'd like to. That's so depressing... (Well, this has been a fun post so far, hasn't it? I thought so.) On the other hand, I'm really very excited about the whole thing. I mean, I'll be in &lt;i&gt;college&lt;/i&gt;, for Christ's sakes! I've been waiting forever for this! I went to orientation last week and learned a lot about what to expect next year. I got my schedule done, my ID printed and apparently, there's a Ping Pong club! Holy crap, I'm allll over that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'd talk all about the senior activities and graduation, but that seems like so long ago. Besides, you all have your own stories, so mine would just be redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also. I find myself struggling not to laugh sometimes, because I'm just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; happy with the way things are right now. There's usually nothing in particular that brings it on, it just happens... I don't know why. I'm probably out of my mind.</content>
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