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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-13T18:10:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-14T01:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-14T01:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/angelgirl0206/1045822966_yPictures2.bmp" border="0" alt="DAMN THE MAN!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Damn the Man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the theme of the movie! Go You! Speak your&lt;br&gt;piece, rebel against society and wear a lot of&lt;br&gt;black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/angelgirl0206/quizzes/What%20Empire%20Records%20Quote%20Best%20Suits%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Empire Records Quote Best Suits You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to the mall with Zage and Ender today. I got a poster I liked, and it is now hanging up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were ready to leave, Ender called (because we were driven), and our ride said that we had to bum around the mall for an hour. *grin* It was pretty fun, especially the part where I kept going into stores and asking for a kilt. This one woman just raised her eyebrows and asked if I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am very sorry too (for you know what I did), and I'm writing Alexander very blackly on the lid (matchbox lid). Now me and Shen are friends again, because it's dificult to catch an excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match. *blink* I know that sounds really stupid, but it came to mind, so I decided to write it down. *hides* But we &lt;i&gt;ARE&lt;/i&gt; friends again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided what I'm getting Lex for his birthday! Ready? *drumroll* A...&lt;i&gt;PLANNER!!!&lt;/i&gt; He needs one...badly! Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oni's been sneezing a lot recently. I wonder if something's wrong with Courtney's kit-TEN? She's an adorable little kitty, but she's &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; sneezing! Is there something on the ground she's allergic to? Does she have a cold? I don't know what it is, but she sneezes all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, Amy gave me the Evanescence CD!!! *is very happy* I looooooooooove it! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PsychoKitty83/1058047871_lement_air.gif" border="0" alt="Free and open minded. Yet you are a whirlwind of emotions. People don&amp;#39;t know what to do with you and your mood swings."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Element Card is: Air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PsychoKitty83/quizzes/Element%20Cards/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Element Cards&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-12T12:40:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-12T19:48:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-12T19:48:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>badly played Tuxedo Junction</lj:music>
    <content type="html">After my party last night, I had a nightmare. My friends who'd been at my party were in it, and they were smiling, but something was quite obviously wrong with it. It was one of those nightmares you have when you're half-awake and half-asleep. When you're aware of where you are, but you can't get away from the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember something about CDs being something like railway cars or something, and I don't remember what scared me so badly, but it did. I don't know if it was the fact that they (my friends) were there, and they shouldn't be. Maybe they were doing something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this sound stupid? Yes, it does. Does it sound scary? No, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it scared me enough to make me head out into the family room at 2 in the morning and fall asleep around 3 with the light on. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attempt to see Sinbad with Lex today. I don't think it'll happen, but I'm going to try anyway.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-11T05:52:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-11T15:58:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-11T15:58:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://www.deskslave.org/silly/deathday.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Deathday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Your name:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;cheesekiller&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You will die on:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Thursday, July 3, 2025&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You will die of:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Burned to Death &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Username:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="username" value="ENTER USERNAME"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="What&amp;#39;s my Deathday?"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/"&gt;Created by &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" style="vertical-align:bottom;border:0;"&gt;Quill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-10T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-11T02:22:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-11T02:35:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, Vivenne? What's Shen's email address? I feel I should email him myself and thank him for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/katryn/1057847985_femalegoth.jpg" border="0" alt="You`re Gothic Goddess.You`re depressed and really misunderstood. No one actually knows who or what you are. You maybe smile alot actually but you`re always sad inside. You don`t know what%2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dark/Goth Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;You`re Gothic Goddess.You`re depressed and really&lt;br&gt;misunderstood. No one actually knows who or&lt;br&gt;what you are. You maybe smile alot actually but&lt;br&gt;you`re always sad inside. You don`t know what&lt;br&gt;you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/katryn/quizzes/Which%20Tormented%20Goddess%2FPrincess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Tormented Goddess/Princess are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-09T14:38:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-09T21:38:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T21:38:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Cellophane--Chicago</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, today's certainly one for the unexpected to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of it was okay, but others...just weirded me out. One of the good things was I remembered how to play BS. I remembered why I'm good at it too! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, Bren (my friend who happens to be in geometry with me) has been poking me recently, so we've been getting into these poking wars. It's a cross between ridiculous and silly. He's also been picking me up for no apparent reason. Am beginning to suspect something... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Christina sent be an email forwarding a picture that Shen drew for me. It's a very nice pic, but in all honesty, I didn't really expect him to finish it. At break, she told me that he's sad, and that he lost all four of his friends (Zage, Ender, Piper and me). My exact response to that was to ask if he had &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; friends outside the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, he doesn't. ô.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he desperately wants Zage and me to start talking to him again. Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen, if you're reading this, I am not mad at you, nor did Zage put words in my mouth. I know you keep telling me you're not a stalker, but I would feel &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; safer if I didn't contact you. I'm not trying to be mean, but I think you need to try to find friends outside the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry.</content>
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    <title>One of the many signs of a Tolkienite...</title>
    <published>2003-07-08T22:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-08T22:28:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In summer school (geometry), I was taking a test on chapter 6, and I was working on this one problem involving &amp;lt;LRS (remember that).

Me: *thinks* Okay... *scoots mechanical pencil over paper as thinks* m&amp;lt;LSR is 86--

*sits up*

o_o

...Elessar...I wonder if Tolkien decided to call him Elessar on a spur of the moment? Dear Lord, I am so weird. -_- Heh.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-06T12:44:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-06T19:47:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-06T19:47:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>piano tuning</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My faith in humanity has been restored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Coffee Hour after church, and I was playing with these two little sisters named Philithea and Miriam. We were playing on the slide, and they were climbing up it. Philithea grabs her little sister's hand and just says "It's okay, I'm not going to let you fall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things that make this world a great place.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-04T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-04T23:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-04T23:00:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All That Jazz--Chicago</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have found the perfect name for the next dog that I get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;LERMA!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-07-03T06:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-03T13:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-03T13:53:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cell Block Tango--Chicago</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think something's wrong with me. I'm finding it harder to be excited about things that should be great. Such as yesterday. Yesterday was my birthday, but it made practically no difference in my day/life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that sound a little bit...odd?</content>
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    <title>Out of random curiosity...</title>
    <published>2003-06-29T14:43:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-29T14:43:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How many people miss Zage?</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-25T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-25T21:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-25T21:00:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cups clinking</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lots of stuff has happened since I last updated my journal. Such as the Renaissance faire. I thought it was lots of fun, and next year, I'm going to go in costume, and I'm going to have plenty of money with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Cirque de Soleil (sp?). Tonight, there's going to be a show that I &lt;i&gt;reeaally&lt;/i&gt; want to see, but it's going to start at 5:00, and end at 7:00. ARGH! That's about the time that I leave for karate and then return! NOOOOO! Fortunately, I was able to beg Ender to tape it for me, and he said yes. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got one of my parents to take me out driving last night. My dad took me, and had me drive on the back roads that are less driven. And I got to drive his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAAB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! ^-^ And after my first official driving lesson too! *feels special*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I also figured out what I have in geometry this time. Instead of a D+, and bordering on a C, I have an A-! Let's just hope I can keep it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right updating my LJ after that tribute for my uncle...</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-21T12:18:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-21T19:25:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-21T19:25:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, and of course...&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M BORED!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to do!!! Piper's back, so Zage's going to see her. I'm stuck home. They're going to see Chicago. I have no money to go to the Rennaissance Fair (which would keep me entertained for a few hours at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt;). Courtney has a job. I have NO where to go! *pounds head on desk* AAARGH!!!</content>
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    <title>Ladies and gentlemen, my uncle: Ethan James</title>
    <published>2003-06-20T20:05:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-20T20:05:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/AMGPORTRAITS/music/portrait200/drp100/p193/p19346mr278.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.walkingwounded.net/Images/ethanSLO.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nyckelharpansforum.net/bildsidor/Ethan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rykodisc.com/rykointernal/databasesupport/album_covers_full/71.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vickibrennerent.com/bluecheer/images/ej03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he live forever in our hearts.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-20T07:04:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-20T14:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-20T14:04:54Z</updated>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-19T15:52:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-19T22:55:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-19T22:55:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My uncle's probably not going to make it.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-19T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-19T20:05:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-19T20:05:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Entertainer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have my first driving test today in about an hour or so, and I keep thinking: &lt;i&gt;Ohhhh, man, I just &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; I'm going to run someone over!&lt;/i&gt; In other words, I'm pretty nervous. I can't help it, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am hoping my Uncle's okay. He threw up blood last night, so I'm pretty worried about him. I'm glad we gave him that guardian angel icon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this has nothing to do with why I'm nervous, but I've noticed that th eyes of one of our icons of the Theotokos (Virgin Mary) seem to follow me when I'm leaving or entering the room. I'm guessing it's just me being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more to eat. One burrito isn't filling enough, and I'm not going to take a driving lesson on an empty stomach. If I'm going to run someone over, I'd like to at least not be thinking about how hungry I am right now!</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-18T12:57:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-18T20:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-18T20:23:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>a random guitar next door</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am now in summer school at the rival school of my own. And the weird thing is I keep seeing people I know from my school by face and/or name, or from middle school. Such as today: during break, someone came into the room, and asked if the teacher'd seen someone. I immediately recognized her as a girl from my middle school. I didn't say anything, but I considered just calling over to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Amy's house a couple of days ago with Ender. It was fun! We watched &lt;i&gt;Kung Pow&lt;/i&gt;, and locked Amy and Andrew out of the house, called over Boomer (Amy's dog) whenever they started getting too mushy. I taught Boomer how to sit up! ^-^ Next time I go over to her house, &lt;big&gt;I'M TAKING MY CAMERA!!!!&lt;/big&gt; She has a cool house, I looooove the her neighborhood, and I love a house nearby (Amy told me the people living there were kinda mysterious, i.e. many expensive cars parked outside their house late at night, and I'd like to see their reaction if I started taking pictures of their house. *evil grin*)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, I was able to solve a problem, and so I am happy now. My problem: I don't feel ready to pretest for black in August, so I (obviously) don't &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to pretest that soon. I was feeling pressured into it, and there were other things I would definitely rather do (such as get a job) than karate. One of my problems with karate right now: Mac (manager of the studio). He teaches the intermediate class at the same time as the advanced class (mine). And after warm ups, here's what happens (currently): Stance Drill C, High-Low Kicking Set, Low-Line Kicking Set. Over, and over, and over. COME ON!!! I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the repition of it all! So now, after warm ups, Ender's going to take me into the back room and help me out! YAY! NO MORE REPITION OF SETS I KNOW I CAN DO EASILY!!! ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally updated my LotR fic &lt;i&gt;And the Mentally Ill Invade Middle-earth&lt;/i&gt;. I think it's a good chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while I was at summer school, my mom was at a Starbucks. She picked up an application for me (yay)! Now all I just need to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to hear a song really, really badly, but the radio never seems to be playing it? Right now, it's called &lt;i&gt;Bring Me To Life&lt;/i&gt; by Evanescence. And so, I'm leaving my radio on at night, because I do that anyway, and when I had insomnia a couple nights ago, I HEARD IT! ^_^ I was so happy! And I remembered how I'd told my mummy that the next time I heard it, I'd drag her into the room and make her listen to it (and it was nearly 12:30). The only thing that stopped me was the fact that in the process of waking her up, I'd wake up my dad. And that wouldn't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, I woke up (sort of) and it started. Was happy again. So I began thinking the lyrics with the song. Next thing I knew, IT WAS ENDING! I'D GONE BACK TO SLEEP!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I just need to get Courtney to burn that song onto a CD for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have someone around that'll smack me whenever I a)try to avoid Lex, b)yell at Lex too many times in ten minutes, c)try to avoid playing board games with Lex. Don't get me wrong, I love my &lt;i&gt;hermanito&lt;/i&gt;, but I don't have a relationship with him, and me excluding him doesn't help either of us at all. &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;KINNEAS!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I proclaim you the official Head-Whacker if I post a rant about Lex! Can you do that?</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-14T10:20:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-14T17:32:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-14T17:32:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Million Miles Away--The Offspring</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The best thing that's happened within the time that I haven't updated this journal is &lt;i&gt;that I &lt;b&gt;got my &lt;u&gt;learner's permit!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; *does victory dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester (one of my cats) is sitting at the screen door, wanting to be let in. The annoying thing: there's a pet door, and he won't use it. Lazy bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lita's learned the word &lt;i&gt;kitty&lt;/i&gt;. I can look out the living room window and say "Lita, kitty!" and she'll jump up on top of the couch, and stare out the window, looking for the cat. It's funny, yet annoying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school starts next Monday. DAMMIT!!! I don't want to have to take first semester Geometry again, but I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to! I hate proofs, and those... *can't find the word that describes her hatred of proofs* ...&lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; are a major part of first semester Geometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...I guess that's life...</content>
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    <title>Andy's Dream</title>
    <published>2003-06-09T15:03:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-09T15:03:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rob, Arnie and Dawn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a dream. When I woke up, my heart was pounding and for a second, I thought it had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hanging out with a little baby who reminded me of Toby Froud (he was in &lt;i&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/i&gt;). I got to hold him and play with him, and it was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I was extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the last scene, I was with Steve Irwin and his wife (WHO knows why...), and they were using the baby to lure a croc out. I was sitting within a few feet of him (the baby), and I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; that as soon as I saw it, I needed to pull him back. So I continually glanced over, and the water was getting higher. As was the bank. I shoved my backpack up there just to be ready. When I looked down, the baby was in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped in and tried to pull him out before the crocodile came. He looked right at me and then sank. I know I screamed and began looking around for him frantically before I woke up.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-08T17:55:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-09T01:05:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-09T01:05:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*sigh* I've had enough of being social. I don't mind going to church, where I must socialize, but if I can avoid going to Cody's when they're having tons of guests over and having guests for dinner on the same day within a few hours of each other, I'll gladly avoid it. Unfortunately, that's what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDER HAS NOTHING ON ME!!! I DIDN'T GET HYPER DURING CHURCH TODAY!!! I TOOK AN &lt;i&gt;8&lt;/i&gt; HOUR DEXY!! But now I'm really calm, and easily bored, and less social than I'd be if I didn't have my medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, Lex and I (from lack of any better idea for a birthday present for Mummy) emailed Oprah and asked if she could help us get our dearest mother to Chicago to be in the audience of her show. I dun think it's gonna happen, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paid for dishes duty, and so last night I got my film developed and bought a couple of shot glasses! ^^ Shot glasses &lt;i&gt;fuuuuuuuuuuuun&lt;/i&gt;... I showed them to Zage, and she laughed. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read more from &lt;i&gt;Le Morte D'Arthur&lt;/i&gt;. The guests just arrived. Now I begin avoiding all social contact if I can.</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-05T17:10:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-06T00:39:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-06T00:39:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>a scale</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My friend Christina is hoping to get an LJ. Does anyone have a code she can use?</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-04T14:30:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T21:51:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T21:51:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In our last day of health, Nikki, Scott and I decided to write a story to kill time (since there was so much of it to kill). &lt;i&gt;Scott&lt;/i&gt; started, then &lt;b&gt;Nikki&lt;/b&gt;, then &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one time...at band camp...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there was this squirrel...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...that was high...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...and liked to do ballroom dancing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;It put on a pink mask and black cape&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and pulled on a tutu and tights.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He then went to the movies and watched "Animal Farm".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He sat in the back, throwing popcorn at people and...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;getting even more high and giggling insanely.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was then shot by a disgruntled boxer repair man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;While giggling and being rushed to the hospital...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a paramedic tried to take the pipe out of his hand but...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it exploded, releasing laughing gas as he screamed "It's only a flesh wound!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After regaining consciousness, he got even more drunk and hit on the nurse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;who immediately called the funny farm then started laughing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead he ran away and bought a new pair of shoes to stop the bleeding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He roamed around with slightly reddened shoes when he saw...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;another squirrel...a girl one...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and unble to control himself, had unprotected sex and got HIV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He blamed it on the fact that he was totally wasted and...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;stoned.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then he became physically and emotionally dependent on cinnamon twists.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He held up a Taco Bell.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One of his demands was a new pipe and all the lady squirrels in (state).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The really hot guy working there pulled the squirrles out of the walk-in freezer and gave the squirrel a new pipe and box of condoms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too bad Scott wasn't working or he would have said "no!!! use squirrel-sized ones!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Then Scott walked in for his shift...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;NO, USE SQUIRREL-SIZED ONES!!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the other guy pulled out a box of squirrel-sized ones...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and stuffed the squirrel inside as Scott ran off with the rest...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and used all the XXL sized ones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, in his dreams!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The squirrel survived, got high, and hid the pipe under a couch that would later be sold for $5 at a garage sale.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Scott stole the couch from Andy *wink, wink*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then the squirrel, who was high at the time, stole it from Scott and returned it to Andy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;then was promptly run over by Andy's brother, who was driving a truck of a van.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;The End&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-06-03T17:11:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T00:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T00:15:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahem! I have an announcement to make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'M BAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-04-30T05:51:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-30T13:09:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-30T13:09:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone, hit me over the head with a sledgehammer. This is getting insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do teachers always spring everything at the end of the year? I need to finish a personalized T-shirt for Spanish. It's starting to drive me crazy, I have no idea what I'm going to do to make it good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to get &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; pissed with Zage. I'm tired of her smart remarks, because the only purpose that they serve is to piss people off. I'm tired of having to suffer the aftereffects of her bad day when I walk in the room. I'm so fucking tired of Zage being so goddamn annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me: why do I put up with all this shit? In my day, the stress levels rise, and everybody and snapped at everyone once. Curtis is still bothering me, so I'm considering just reaching over and breaking his nose sometime; I know I'm not going to be able to raise my geometry grade before the end of the school year, thus killing every chance to get into algebra 2 next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it going to end? I need a break from the sheer stupidity from the world that I can see coming from everyone around me...even Zage! The smart remarks and the attitude that she puts up are just her form of stupidity. Why can't she see that all her goddamn fucking attitude is going to get her is trouble, and I doubt she'll be able to handle it when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; know why the world is so fucking messed up? Can anyone explain why the teachers are out to make sure that I'm buried under mounds of homework that they know perfectly well that I can't get done because I have &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; homework in the next class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I just want to go back to bed where goddamn school and the rest of my life can't fucking touch me</content>
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    <title>cheesekiller @ 2003-04-24T05:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-24T13:05:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-24T13:05:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rob, Arnie and Dawn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WhysperingWynd/1039149405_CWINDOWSDesktopsad.jpg" border="0" alt="depressed timid sad"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you alright? You probably hear that alot even&lt;br&gt;if you aren't depressed. Smile once in a while,&lt;br&gt;it's not going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WhysperingWynd/quizzes/How%20do%20people%20see%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How do people see you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ô_ô Okay...I didn't see that one coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am sleepy, and lazy. I don't want to go to school today, because we have testing and then we have to go to all our classes. I don't think that we should have class after testing. Since we do though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the system's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ender's lacrosse game last night..........well, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; played well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept well last night, and I feel like flopping into bed again. I'd like to see if I could get away with that, seeing as my dad told me he keeps thinking I'm about to go to bed, because I'm always wearing my glasses just before I go to bed.</content>
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