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  <title>Coffee: Get stupid things done faster.</title>
  <subtitle>Michelle</subtitle>
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    <name>Michelle</name>
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  <updated>2006-07-25T00:53:19Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:girlfrommars913:22780</id>
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    <title>ummmm... stomach ache. :-(</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T00:53:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T00:53:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metric</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ohso xxx emo: only you, michelle, would cave into a bottle of perfume and lick it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say no more on the subject other than it tastes like strawberries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been updating as often latley. I guess with school out and everything I really have nothing to write about. Pete and I were arguing about whether I have a dull life or not (this all stemed from a conversation about partying and whatnot). Now that I think about it, the night I went to the Strokes concert, I had a Spanish&amp;nbsp;test the next morning. So, yep, instead of studying I would go to&amp;nbsp;a concert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was at my dad's house for the past five days, I pretty much just sat around the house while everyone was at work and *pretended* to work on my paper. In reality I just watched movies for hours on end. I've rented &lt;em&gt;Edward Scissorhands &lt;/em&gt;about half a dozen times, but I've only managed to watch it all the way through once. All the other times I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to stop watching it right after they arrest him because I find it really unfair how they treat him afterwards. Don't laugh, I'm like that with a lot of things. I feel way too much sympathy to characters in books and movies and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure if I can make it to the play but I'm working on it. Anyways, I know Sarah reads this but I've been wondering who else is creepily following my life. Maybe I don't want to know.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>*so jazzed*</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T20:01:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T20:01:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the camera that I wanted as an early birthday present!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*dances*&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>nothing to write but jibberish.</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T02:18:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T02:18:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;... tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I made plans for my birthday (even though it's almost a month away, haha) and I have to leave for my dad's house at &lt;u&gt;9:30&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;PM&lt;/u&gt; Thursday night. Um... woop de freaking doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>*I feel like complaining now...*</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T02:54:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T02:54:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oy... I am so confused right now. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today went really good except for when I was standing in the bookstore and I got really dizzy and spacy. I blame it on lack of sleeeep. I still don't have any references for my paper yet and I have a test on Thursday. I actually haven't really decided on the topic yet. Oy. It's due in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Summer's going by pretty fast now. My vacation's coming up soon (yay!) and so is... wait for it... &lt;u&gt;my birthday&lt;/u&gt;!!!!! Haha... I'm still no closer to buying my camera... I got side tracked today in the bookstore and ended up buying waaay too much. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little kids on apple juice comercials annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>lmao</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T03:56:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T03:56:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Go to Google.&lt;br /&gt;Type in the word "failure".&lt;br /&gt;Click "I'm Feeling Lucky".&lt;br /&gt;Laugh your head off.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat.</content>
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    <title>well that is a good point...</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T06:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T06:27:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Uxbridge... that's like the boonies of eastern MA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If President Bush knows what questions he's going to be asked, then how come he still sounds like such an idiot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quotes for Sociology class... ever.</content>
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    <title>girlfrommars913 @ 2006-07-13T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T01:32:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T01:32:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha. My grandparents didn't care how long I stayed up watching TV in the living room. And when I got home my dad and I got into a semi-fight on the phone. I didn't want to go to his house this weekend so I said I was working on Friday. Technically I am working on Friday, just not at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at Italian I was supposed to present this thing on Northern Italy and about halfway through when I look over at Josh and he has that "HAHAHA YOU'RE TALKING!" smile on and I started cracking up in the middle of my presentaion. And throughout&amp;nbsp;the entire class I started randomly laughing. Gahr. I need to lay off the caffine.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>and now for the universal "oy vey"</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T03:08:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T03:08:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Ughhsliflupifodojinfkeisfjslbeezjinkerssdjsfjslstuedupidrlejbsalealjlybdaddjsay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying non-stop and I'm so tired. No coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my dad calls and that was just a lovley conversation. Ghar. *rips hair out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I crashed on my couch and slept from four to about seven and I woke up on and off. It wasn't the best sleep I've ever had but I managed to sleep off the rest of whatever had been making me sick for the past few days. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look." *POW* "An undead monkey."</content>
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    <title>ah-mazing</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T04:19:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-09T04:21:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">5 friends+red bull+balloons+fireworks+running/screaming/skipping down the street= best time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and I also found this online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4325/2931/1600/marilyn-manson-mickey-mouse.0.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I don't generally like fireworks.</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T21:57:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T22:07:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-ohso xxx emo: my sister cut my hair last night&lt;br /&gt;GirlfromMars913: *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;GirlfromMars913: you are coming to my house RIGHT NOW so I can see it! (haha. I'm too lazy to leave mine :-D) wait. no. I'll see it tommorow! wait. no. SEND ME AN EFFIN PICTURE, DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-"Okay, honey, but why don't you try &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Yeah... but that's a &lt;u&gt;Kenny&lt;/u&gt;. Just to inform you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Oh, I'm sorry. I have this really bad habit of not listening to you when you talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*random guy walking around boston with a cross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Is it baseball season?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"And you proposed between the two cows because...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lady: ... And there's a two tappa minimum per person.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Tappa.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: &lt;em&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lady: Two tappa mimimum.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oh... what's a tapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"I'm sorry, but can you imagine me trying to draw someone's blood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bluexeyedxsorrow: i told my dad i wanted to use his total gym later and he said go use the treadmill....i said it doesnt work my arms and he said it does if you walk on your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"So, we could spend a thousand dollars on this or we could buy food for the next couple months. Which would you prefer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mum: So how was school?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: So how early were you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wasn't early.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was the second one there.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *&lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cracking under pressure* Fine! I was the first one there!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: HA! I win!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *mumbles* And I was there before the bloody teacher.</content>
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    <title>Doogie Houser, M.D., der</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T21:54:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T21:32:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone was making a fuss over having me in the class. The youngest person in there besides me is twenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new nickname's Doogie. :-D</content>
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    <title>dean today.</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T12:22:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T12:22:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah-Lee's going to Canobe Lake Park today; can't I go, too?</content>
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    <title>Blearg.</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T03:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T03:02:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Komeda</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Boston or the beach tommorow with mum. Haven't decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. On the way to get my passport today I heard "The Piano Man" on the radio.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>*huzzah*</title>
    <published>2006-07-02T23:50:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T03:00:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I got back from my dad's house early. I'm so jazzed I'm back. It was amazingly boring there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Cleaning and then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue.&lt;br /&gt;Same as Monday. I need plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen.&lt;br /&gt;Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursay&lt;br /&gt;Dean College and then Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Erm... nothing. Again.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Been up for thirty-six hours.</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T02:09:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T02:09:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Watcing the worst movie ever and the DVD keeps skipping so now I'm getting mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time making a decision and it's driving me crazy. Going to Papa's tommorow morning and I really don't want to go. As usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving up to buy a &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt; digital &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4722911"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;. I've got forty dollars now and I'm hoping to have enough to buy the camera and a memory card by the time I go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out the DVD and now I'm watching &lt;u&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/u&gt;, which, in my step-dad's words: is a "long-ass movie". Classy.</content>
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    <title>little things annoy me.</title>
    <published>2006-06-30T02:20:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-30T02:20:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Italian's fun.&lt;br /&gt;None of us knew the second verse.&lt;br /&gt;"When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that's amore! When... uh............"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;That was literally the first time I've left the house in days.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Mum's work tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Because her secretary quit.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm filling in until the replacement gets in on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Beats cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the people there are nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Britt's moving this summer, too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;It'll just be me, Nikki, and Hilary.&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;First week of summer's over.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;Dean starts next week.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to my dad's on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back Monday.&lt;br /&gt;This week has passed by so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the drive in.&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Singing "The Piano Man" at one AM.</content>
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    <title>wow...</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T04:04:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T05:19:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm on a message board right now and I'm randomly looking through the topics when I come across proabably the most... wow... I can't even say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This complete nutcase girl said some really random crap and then added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I was God, I'd have a spaceship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that toally made my day. Aparentley I wasn't the only one amused by this quote. Someone said in the next post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'If I was God, I'd have a spaceship.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it came from a troll, this is possibly one of the greatest quotes from this whole website."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm an atheist, but Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- Lady, I can not express how happy I am that you are not God. If you were god I'd fly up to you in my spaceship and kick your spaceship's ass.</content>
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    <title>CHANGE OF PLANS!</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T13:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T13:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Looks like I'm going to be spending most of my summer babysitting for one of my mum's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to, but hey, it's a job so who am I to argue?</content>
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    <title>I don't even know what my blood type is, never mind my "inner" blood type.</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T04:27:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T04:27:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9F3FA" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6E8F6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/a.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.&lt;br /&gt;People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: A and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler?! WTF?! DON'T TELL ME THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... I'm hyper... :-(</content>
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    <title>suprisingly true...</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T04:17:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T04:17:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly introverted and introspective. You live inside your head.&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot of alone time meditating and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;People see you as withdrawn, and at times they are right.&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and deep, but it may be difficult for you to show this side of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your original approach to thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You tend to shy away from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Pale blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Wavy line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: July&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm too lazy to put up the pictures of last night.</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T02:53:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T02:54:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ooooh. Great time at Sarah-Lee's house. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the movie an hour early so Mat, Sarah and I abandoned Zach, Eric and Ryan at the theater to walk around aimlessley while Sarah and I rambled on and it ended with me having to chase Zach down. Movie was hilarious. Went to McDonald's after for ice cream. Zach and Mat had a mini-eating contest. Brain freeze is always amusing. Then Sarah-Lee and I went to her house and laughed our heads off. Ravioli and disturbing Christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to find it a mess. :-( Guess who had to make it not a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean starts on the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday..." Hehe.</content>
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    <title>yippie.</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T03:01:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T03:01:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whoo. Tired. But not really. Mostly hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the movies with Eric, Zach, Mat, and Sarah-Leeeeee!!!! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I really am hyper.</content>
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    <title>*sobs* I want school! I'M BORED!!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T20:38:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T03:02:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How I've spent my day so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a154/girlfrommars913/housey-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a154/girlfrommars913/KyleHouse.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being randomly artsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a154/girlfrommars913/khouse1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... by taking pictures of my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hi.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: wow stop talking to me</content>
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    <title>wheeeeeeeee. no more finals.</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T16:39:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T16:39:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Cure</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tommorow's the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want school to be over.&lt;br /&gt;At least Autumn's coming home.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like going over Tyler's house today.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to the dentist in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;I walked home alone today.&lt;br /&gt;Two people asked me for directions to Hannaford.&lt;br /&gt;And then my mum's friend asked if I needed a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;I said no.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I sorta like walking.&lt;br /&gt;Still need to register for Dean.&lt;br /&gt;Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Two days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I still need plans for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;For once.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the drive-in.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sarah-Lee. :-(</content>
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    <title>someone e-mailed me this, so I filled it out</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T06:09:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T06:09:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">red: anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. are you currently mad at someone? No.&lt;br /&gt;2. which of your friends has the worst temper? Kyle &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; gets mad, but when he does...&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever thrown something at someone? No.&lt;br /&gt;4. does your face turn red when you're angry? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;5. when you're mad, do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream? I want to yell and scream but I don't because I just want to get the whole fight over with, and plus when you yell, people can hear you and I'm a very private person. I don't want the whole world to know who I'm mad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange: excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party? No. But I've wanted once since I was four or five and read a book(shocker) about a girl who, in one chapter, got a suprise birthday party and at five years old you think that is so cool. I still do, actually.&lt;br /&gt;2. are you easily excited? YES!&lt;br /&gt;3. what event is coming up that your most excited about? This weekend. Nothing special is going on, I just like weekends.&lt;br /&gt;4. which of your friends is most exciteable? Oooh. Britt is.&lt;br /&gt;5. if you won a million dollars, what would be your first thought? I'd faint before I would have a chace to think.&lt;br /&gt;6. if you could have anything right now, what would it be? Three lightbulbs. Three of the lights in my room died about seven months ago and it's really starting to bug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow: self-discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. name? Michelle&lt;br /&gt;2. where were you born? Haverhill&lt;br /&gt;3. what's your main goals in life? Writing and acting. That's about it. If I end up writing and/or acting, I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;4. do you want to have children? I've never thought about that before.&lt;br /&gt;5. how do you want to die? SKYDIVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green: opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sex before marriage? For me, yeah, but besides that, it depends on the person.&lt;br /&gt;2. younger drinking age? I hate the taste of alcohol and I don't drink (never will, I've seen what it does to people), but doesn't it make sense that you can vote for who leads your country, fight for your country and the idiot that leads it, and then legaly have a drink to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;3. capital Punishment? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;4. abortion? Pro-choice.&lt;br /&gt;5. recycling? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue: dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what was your latest dream? A really sad dream that took place in Hannaford. Guess which song was stuck in my head when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;2. which of your friends do you dream about the most? Hmm... I don't keep count. Proabably Sarah or Hilary. Mum, too.&lt;br /&gt;3. have any of your dreams come true? One about me and Mum going grocery shopping. Wow that was mundane.&lt;br /&gt;4. do you usually remember your dreams? When I was younger I never did. But for the past two years or so I almost never forget my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;5. what was the weirdest dream you've ever had? Ah. Since I was six or seven I've had a dream about twice a year where Mum and I go to Milford and walk down an alley and somehow we end up in a different town and we go to this Spanish woman's flat and everything is in the brightest colors and Mum and I look so dull and boring. But the woman always seems to know us and in the dream she's our friend and she lives far away so we only see her once in a while and the dream is different each time, just like she's a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^What's the color of the clothes your wearing? Purple, green, white, and pink.&lt;br /&gt;^What's the color of your bathing suit? Brown with multi-colored spots.&lt;br /&gt;^What's your favorite color? PURPLE! WHEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;^What's the color of your font on AIM? Black.&lt;br /&gt;^What's the color of your pillows? I have nine pillows... one's red with beads, two are pink and gold with flowers, one's fuzzy and orange, one's a cheeta print, one's dark-purple cheeta print, one's plain and light purple, one's pink and white with &lt;u&gt;tons&lt;/u&gt; of flowers, and one's black and white.&lt;br /&gt;^Your floor? A pink rug that's been here since we moved in and we're too cheap to get it replaced. :-/&lt;br /&gt;^The car you drive in the most? I don't drive.&lt;br /&gt;^Your patio? Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;^Your beach towel? Cheeta-print. (Yes, for some reason I am obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;^Your nails? Really chipped orange and purple polish.&lt;br /&gt;^The nearest object? My blue window.&lt;br /&gt;^The nearest stapler? Random... and we don't have one. The nearest stapler is proabably in someone's house across the street.&lt;br /&gt;^A book you just finished reading? The Kite Runner. It took me two days to figure out what the picture on the cover was. D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;^Your eyes? A really weird shade of blue that Britt loves but I hate.&lt;br /&gt;^Your hair? Brown.&lt;br /&gt;^Your underwear? Pink.&lt;br /&gt;^Your desk lamp or bed lamp? ORANGE.&lt;br /&gt;^Your toilet seat? White.&lt;br /&gt;^The nearest rug? You mean the one I'm sitting on? Pink, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;^Your jewelry? The purple and silver necklace Britt gave me for my 11th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;^The last umbrella you used? I don't use umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;^Your socks? What socks?&lt;br /&gt;^Your locker? Oooh... purple.&lt;br /&gt;^Your room? Purple, but if you look on one wall you can't really see the paint because I covered it with a collage.</content>
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