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  <title>Not the gumdrop buttons!</title>
  <subtitle>Do you know...the muffin man?</subtitle>
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    <email>thedanjacobsshow@gmail.com</email>
    <name>Zerotohero</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-09T00:00:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:falseyoureyes:78048</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Just another manic Monday</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T00:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T00:00:37Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="weekends"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you look forward to returning to work/school on Mondays or do you live for the weekend? What do you enjoy most about weekends? What do you dread most about school and/or work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1132'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1132"&gt;View 808 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I hate them both equally. The only thing I like about school, really, is Bio II and Theater II. Maths I loathe. Weekends are like school except tehre's nothing to do during them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:falseyoureyes:77658</id>
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    <title>Don't Trust Me</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T23:56:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T23:56:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. No cheating to make yourself sound cool&lt;/strike&gt; cheating's for quitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Honestly&amp;quot; by Cartel.&lt;br /&gt;Appparently...I'm honest? Am I TOO honest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The One I'm Waiting For&amp;quot; by Relient K&lt;br /&gt;THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says &amp;quot;Is this okay?&amp;quot;, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I So Hate Conseqeunces&amp;quot; by Relient K&lt;br /&gt;That means you're hiding the body and takin' the blame, bub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Smile in your Sleep&amp;quot; by Silverstien.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's the title. Because my dreams are HILARIOUS. (no, they aren't. they're actually scary. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Men In Black&amp;quot; by Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;Uh...goth kids are sexy? (or I'll be into necrophilia in the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Girl With Yellow Hair&amp;quot; by Betty Curse&lt;br /&gt;This means that I feel rebellious and apparently I'm gonna save the world. *flies away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life&amp;rsquo;s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Unholy Confessions&amp;quot; by Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;...I'm...gonna be Viv's sidekick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Anthem of Our Dying Day&amp;quot; by Story of the Year&lt;br /&gt;It fits, I think. (I guess I'm gonna be a soldier for somethin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Life is Shit&amp;quot; by The Deadmilkmen&lt;br /&gt;I think about life a lot, yeah. And surprisingly, I think about poop more often than people would believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The Scientist&amp;quot; by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;...is...really smart and would know 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I Will Follow You Into the Dark&amp;quot; by Deathcab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;...Paige, I mean that in the most non-creepy stalker sexually assualting way. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Gimmie Chemicals&amp;quot; by the Pink Spiders&lt;br /&gt;My only chemical is insanity. Does this mean I need pills to calm me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Waking the Fallen&amp;quot; by A7X&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a SORCERER! Who apparently is related to MC Hammer, because no one can touch dis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Bandages&amp;quot; by Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;It's true. the person I had a crush on/kind of do now I've sacrified a lot for you, asshole. I suffered waiting. Now it's your turn, jerk. (no, hunter-not you &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck The Pain Away&amp;quot; by Peaches&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nineteen&amp;quot; by Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna die at 19? DDDDD: (if so I TOTALLY want this played. omg. do it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Eternal Rest&amp;quot; by A7X&lt;br /&gt;My hobby is being lazy. It makes so much sense. (or sleeping. or being epically awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;My Heroine&amp;quot; by Silverstien&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of shitty relationships. Much like the ones I write. Mmm...actually I'm scared of marshmellows but I guess that's good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ur So Gay&amp;quot; by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST ALL OF THEM ARE LESBIANS! THIS TOTALLY WORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Bite to Break Skin&amp;quot; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Pheonix will die/inside the fire storm.&amp;quot; People, I am proud to say I am going to be the first person to get married ON THE SUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Getting Away with Murder&amp;quot; by P. Roach&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I got away with a lot of bad shit last year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about you?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;School&amp;quot; by Black Giraffe&lt;br /&gt;It's the awesomeness of this song is what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Use Somebody&amp;quot; by Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;They only want me for my body. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hands in the Sky (Big Shot)&amp;quot; by Straylight Run&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Women and kids of all ages...&amp;quot; -_- fuck you ovaries. ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will your last words be?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Chapter Four&amp;quot; by A7X&lt;br /&gt;either that or *sips beer* &amp;quot;I can drive.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Martini Kiss&amp;quot; by Senses Fail.&lt;br /&gt;I am a lot darker and serious than I appear to be. (see? srs face is srs. |:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Dont' Trust Me&amp;quot; by 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>so yesterday's post was confusing. i'll try clearing that up</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T15:46:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T15:46:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but what I need is any song. It can be one I've heard of, or one you think I&amp;nbsp;might like, or one you know I prolly don't (yes, ana, this means leathermouth, too). I just need songs, of any genre, or by any artist. but I need about 21 more that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; choose, something that strikes &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; fancy, something &lt;em&gt;you'd&lt;/em&gt; like to see show up. this is a personal project but that does not mean that it's for me. is there a band you like that almost no one else knows about? is it a song you've loved since childhood? someone local I&amp;nbsp;can find something on? then give me it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, just cuz I need 21 songs does not mean there's a set&amp;nbsp;number to give me. give me any songs you can think of at the time to post. if you can think of 50, that doesn't mean I'll use all of them, but that &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; mean that I'll use one or more. I don't care if you send it in a comment, or in a PM, or in an email or IM. just send me your songs.</content>
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    <title>taking requests</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T02:16:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T02:16:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and no, not for fics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need 31 songs. I have about 10 now so that leaves 21 for ya'll to choose come December. One song a day people. It's for personal reasons I guess. you now what to do.</content>
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    <title>pictures of you-the last good night</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T02:43:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T02:43:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="76" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>James Hart: Red Ranger</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T20:05:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T20:05:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thanks to &lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_samp_16" lj:user="samp_16" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samp-16.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="samp_16" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://samp-16.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#470196"&gt;samp_16&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the image. and photobucket for jason david frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/falseyoureyes/pic/0003sas4/"&gt;&lt;img height="238" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/falseyoureyes/pic/0003sas4/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w217/JasonDavidFrank420/My%20Idols/JasonDavidFrank.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I did this soley for the purpose of making power ranger jokes about james. :P)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:falseyoureyes:76326</id>
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    <title>james hart</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T19:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T19:50:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need the pic of him from high school, his baseball photo. there is an awesome reason why and I cannot loacte it myself (for various reasons). anyone willing to fork this beauty over gets a special prize (or a cookie, whichever works faster).</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-11-03T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T00:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T01:19:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Surgery-The vincent Black Shadow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Stolen from&lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_winginblood" lj:user="winginblood" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" width="17" username="winginblood" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099"&gt;&lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_winginblood" lj:user="winginblood" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;winginblood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1. How's That for a slice of friend gold?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; guessed correctly by &lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_winginblood" lj:user="winginblood" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="winginblood" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;winginblood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;2. The only serious relationship I've been in ended in a broken collarbone and a dead meerkat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;3. &amp;quot;That's like a really bad horror movie!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, only worse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;quot;You, Mini-Man, takin' on the jellies. You've got serious thrill issues dude.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. I used to believe in the immutable word of the Law. That is until the night Mrs. Butterman was taken from me. You see no-one loved Sandford more than her - she was head of the Women's Institute, chair of the floral committee. When they started the Village of the Year contest, she worked around the clock. I've never seen such dedication. On the eve of the adjudicator's arrival, some travellers moved into Callaghan Park. Before you could say 'gypsy scum' we were knee-deep in dog muck, thieving kids and crusty jugglers. We lost the title. And Irene lost her mind. She drove her Datsun Cherry into Sandford Gorge. From that moment on, I swore that I would do her proud. &lt;/strike&gt;guessed correctly by &lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_winginblood" lj:user="winginblood" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="winginblood" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;winginblood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;quot;Is French Fries an idea?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7. &amp;quot;I have a drinking problem? Fuck you, Peck, you're Mormon. Compared to you we ALL have a drinking problem!&amp;quot;&lt;/strike&gt;guessed correctly by &lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_winginblood" lj:user="winginblood" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="winginblood" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;winginblood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;8. &amp;quot;Have you ever tried...not being a mutant?&amp;quot;&lt;/strike&gt; guessed correctly by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_dametokillfor" lj:user="dametokillfor" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dametokillfor.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" width="17" username="dametokillfor" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dametokillfor.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;dametokillfor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &amp;quot;Oh, you think you're so special because you get to play Picture Pages up there? Well, my five year old daughter could do that and let me tell you, she's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. So why don't you go back to night school in Mantino and learn a real trade.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;quot;Let's dance, douche bag!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &amp;quot;Operation Stupid is officially over!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;12. &amp;quot;This is like if that Blue Oyster shit met that Afghan Kush I had - and they had a baby. And then, meanwhile, that crazy Northern Light stuff I had and the Super Red Espresso Snowflake met and had a baby. And by some miracle, those two babies met and fucked - this would the shit that they birthed.&amp;quot;&lt;/strike&gt; guessed correctly by &lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_obvious_wing" lj:user="obvious_wing" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://obvious-wing.livejournal.com/profile" peppycount="328"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="obvious_wing" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://obvious-wing.livejournal.com/" peppycount="329"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#672d6c"&gt;obvious_wing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. &amp;quot;Five shillings for the possesed toy. Take it away!&amp;quot;&lt;/strike&gt; guessed correctly by &lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_winginblood" lj:user="winginblood" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="winginblood" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://winginblood.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;winginblood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &amp;quot;Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up? &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &amp;quot;I'm not going out tonight. It just makes me depressed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So what're you gonna do, kill yourself?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick 15 of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to IMDB and find a quote or a small snippet of dialogue from each movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post them to your journal for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Googling or using the IMDB search functions. That's cheating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-11-03T10:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T15:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T15:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there is a dress shop in Southpark Mall and I asked if they have any available slots open. Right now there's one clerk working there and if I&amp;nbsp;could I could take over nights and weekends for her...or...night weekends...or something...IDK.</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-11-01T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T01:36:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T15:55:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Step 1: Put your iPod on shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 50 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. &lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from. &lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. &lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1. The drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. Please don't mind what I'm trying to say cuz I'm, I'm being honest... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The way that girl can break a heart, it's like a work of art... &lt;br /&gt;4. And I'm good good good to go, and I'm good good good to go (Gotta get away, get away from all of my mistakes)... &lt;br /&gt;5&lt;strike&gt;. When I'm lyin' in your bed, play the motions through my head... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;6. Here come the Men in Black... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;7. Been tryin' to get to heaven, since she was 11... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;8. (I'll try) She said as she walked away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;9. My bed is worse than the Catholic church, I'll let anyone in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. The stars will cry, the blackest tears tonight, and this is the moment that I live for... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I ran into a friend mine, he said he was gonna take some words 'n' make them rhyme... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;12. Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely ya are... &lt;br /&gt;13. Love of mine, some day you will die, and I'll be close behind... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;14. Hey, gimmie gimmie chemicals, gimmie the fix, gimmie back control... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;15. Bandages on my legs &amp;amp; my arms for you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;16. I felt you in my legs, before I ever met you... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;17. The drugs begin to peak, a smile of joy arrives me... &lt;br /&gt;18. I hope you hang yourself with your H &amp;amp; M scarf while jacking off listening to Mozart... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. So let me take this medicine to quench my love for violent things... &lt;br /&gt;20. Somewhere beyond happiness 7 sadness I need to calculate what creates my own madness... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see, painted faces fill the places I can't reach... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;22. Tearin' out these open pages, women and kids of all ages, millions of men with blank faces, italicized lies headlines, bold type... &lt;br /&gt;23. Give me your hand, blood is split and men will follow...&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;24. There's poison in my drinking glass don't stop just sip it down, and in the swirling masquerade of sound my body hits the ground... &lt;br /&gt;25. Black dress with the tights underneathe, I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. And all these stupid silly songs, keep tryin' to catch your ear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;27. Come back to me, this is unconcievable, breaking apart the ones you love... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. There's a war inside of me; do I cause new heartbreak to write a new broken song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;29. Tell me where our time went, and if it was time well spent... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;30. when the sun came up, we were sleepin' in; sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;31. You were one step behind, in that dismal school of mine... &lt;br /&gt;32. Cried so hard that you pushed me, further away; screamed so loud you called the police on me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;33. This captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck stand hip to hip... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;34. I am (I am) Superman, and I know what's happening... &lt;br /&gt;35. This is where I say &amp;quot;I've had enough&amp;quot;; no one should ever feel the way that I feel now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;36. I can still remember, the words and what the said, as we etched them with our fingers in years of wet cement... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Could I act like you, and put a smile on my face? Not even for a second, would I lie to myself... &lt;br /&gt;38. I play dead again, it just might stop before the end... &lt;br /&gt;39. My best friend is a junkie, shoots up all day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;40. Maybe we, why don't we, sit right here for half an hour? And we'll speak of what a waste I am... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I found a letter that said &amp;quot;I'm sorry that you were alseep when I wrote these words down; you'd think I outta be used to that by now...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;42. Without a window to see through, I did my time in here without you; slept on the floor down in LBC, meet me back home under the marquee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;43. Sick, I'm walking. Tick. I&amp;rsquo;m talking. Down the street and I&amp;rsquo;m sick Of the talk of the trick that&amp;rsquo;s every time we meet and oh I don't know why... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;44. You change your mind like a girl changes clothes; yeah you, PMS like a bitch-I would know... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. This week the trend was to not wake up till 3 PM; I picked the few consious hours that I chose to spend and slept away the rest of them... &lt;br /&gt;46. G-G-G-Golly Sandra, you've grown up pretty crazy; have I been to denying of you? &lt;br /&gt;47. What if someone found you with your feet up off the ground, no one there to listen, talk you down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;48. Fuck with my heart; I'll teach you what it's like to be so used that you'll have to clean the dirt stuck in your plastic finger nails... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo (yo yo yo); oh no you didn't! Sucka tried to play me but ya never paid me, never... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;50. This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending; no hope no love no glory, no happy ending... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-10-27T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-28T00:38:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T00:38:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;If anyone cares to know, today is teh birthday of Bryan Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" alt="Untitled.jpg Michael and Monte Money! image by Dinos_Rock28" src="http://i725.photobucket.com/albums/ww254/Dinos_Rock28/Untitled.jpg" galleryimg="no" style="width: 292px; cursor: default; height: 310px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, show some love, kay? kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;(and yeah, his teeth look funny. but...they're adorakble damnit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>keeping my sanity-loosing my religion</title>
    <published>2009-10-23T18:45:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-23T18:45:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. starting my own religion, called Denalism (think Denial without the I) and it's basically Firdays is the Sacred Day of the Hat (preferably trapper as our high priestess Ornen wears) and our god is basically the christian god only fat, black, female and who plays Guitar Hero. Our holidays are January Tenth (Day of the Umlaut) and Dec, 25th (Christmas in a less-traditional-fashion, i.e. Umlaut Mass or the Birth of the Umlaut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is what is keeping me sane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://threetreesstudios.com/andscifi/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/star-wars-the-force-unleashed-starkiller-push-artwork-big.jpg" style="width: 522px; height: 385px" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="232" src="http://www.slipperybrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/rca-pearl-mp3.jpg" width="310" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>if this why we're alive, I wanna die</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T23:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T23:40:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thank you, dreadful yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhore. not going into too many&amp;nbsp; deets but found a way to graduate with my standard diploma (22 credits) by next fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better news. I have a:&lt;br /&gt;-B (or B+ equivalent) in Bio 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-C (because she didn't count the two grades I made up, have to tell her on Monday) in English (Or else I'd have a 90 or close, 86 maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B+ in 3D Art &amp;amp; Design (wootwoot!&amp;nbsp;My Egg-at-the-wall got me an 86!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I&amp;nbsp;SHOULD have a higher grade in History but right now it's a 46.6. She lost some of my work when I&amp;nbsp;transfererred. Sorting that out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad's proud. I'm all yay. IDK. Mind's weird right now.</content>
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    <title>meme</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T23:23:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T23:23:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comment on this post and receive 4 options (Singers/actors/etc). You must then which of the 4 options you would: Snog, Shag, Marry, and Throw off a Cliff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already said I&amp;nbsp;didn't have the time/effort I need to put a bunch of pics but I'll find the four I need I guess. IDK. I really wanna whore out Howard and Kirkleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ljuser  ljuser-name_loud_an_clear" lj:user="loud_an_clear" style="white-space: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://loud-an-clear.livejournal.com/profile" peppycount="5"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" height="17" alt="[info]" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" width="17" username="loud_an_clear" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-right-width: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://loud-an-clear.livejournal.com/" peppycount="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;loud_an_clear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, being a bastard bundle 'o' joy, gaveth unto me Chadwink Kroeger, Howie Jonesifer, Kirkleton Hammerstien and Roberto Ortizezor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #ffffff"&gt;Marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicomh.com/music/features/features_images/killswitch2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snog, because it's a friendlier move than being a homewrecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i00.bdbphotos.com/4L/45/0000908445-58308L.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again, we'd be the best friggin couple to make the Anti-Christ-shag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wealsoran.com/music/uploaded_images/chad-kroeger-748684.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw off a cliff&amp;nbsp;(sorry roberto, bry would still love you if not be able to catch you &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cuz he's too tiny&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #ffffff"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="510" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/0/7/0/7/4/1/orig-8070741.jpg" width="340" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>kay, so</title>
    <published>2009-10-20T23:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-20T23:57:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">please. pleeeaaaaaaase myspace/youtube/purevolume/etc, stop overdoing it with graphics. I am on an old computer and it's shit and I'm thankful for what I&amp;nbsp;have NOW but damnit, it takes too long to load and scroll and slows me down. Twitter's already crap. Just...stop. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. Tegan &amp;amp; Sara. Now on a kick and it sucks when you have no way to listen. I need batteriesssss.</content>
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    <title>Supernatural fic</title>
    <published>2009-10-18T01:32:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-18T01:32:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dean/Ken. I know. I'm crazy. anyone wants the deets as to how/why/if I'll do this PM or IM me depending on what contact we have.</content>
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    <title>who wants to write a movie with me</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T22:25:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T22:25:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">no, seriously. dude named James, travelling cross country with three trannies/crossdresser in 1991 to see Nirvana. Falls in love with Heather, the second oldest crossdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck ya.</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-10-10T15:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T19:36:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T19:36:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;ANA, FRANK LOOKS LIKE A TALKING MONKEY, I'D RATHER DISCUSS A THREESOME LIKE I PROMISED YOU. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k thanks bai ^^&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>queso</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T19:27:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T19:27:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;ANA STOP TALKING ABOUT FRANK PLZKTHANX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th is all. :Dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-10-09T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T00:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T00:36:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>brighter-paramore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I had a fully thought out rant on Obama but I can't do that right now. My dad's girlfriend got fired from her job today so he's been working late. I was so into giving him a full blown rant and demanding he spend time with me but he gave me 20 dollars and a hug and then told me &amp;quot;Oh by the way...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, yanno, that's swell. Gee dad. No wait. Thanks life. Just when I fucking plan on getting my emotions out and doing something about how I&amp;nbsp;feel like crap you decide to piss me off even more by making me feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 20 bucks would've done me better a lot earlier on this month, when I&amp;nbsp;could've, I dunno, bought myself a Senses Fail ticket and gone to see them tonight instead of being disappointed. I&amp;nbsp;can't even get into Zombieland with 20 bucks even if I &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; an ID (at 17 you can see R-rated movies without an accompanying adult). Why you ask? Movie tickets here cost about an arm and a leg, then everything else they take the toes off the remaining appendeges to pay for. Yeah, 20 bucks won't even get me a fucking worthwile book at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, it won't get me a decent movie on DVD, it won't get me a good CD. 20 bucks won't even get me a bus&amp;nbsp;pass&amp;nbsp;around the city&amp;nbsp;(those cost about 75 bucks). I can't afford a good pair of gym shorts with 20 bucks; I can't do anything but hold onto it and hope I can use it to help me get through lunches next week which, by the way, cost about 6 bucks for anything other than two buckets of fries and free ketchup packs (and I &lt;em&gt;loathe&lt;/em&gt; ketchup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it earlier, and I'll say it again. My life sucks. I mean yeah; you hear about people going &amp;quot;Oh at least you have shoes; oh at least you have clothes on your back and food in your belly and this and that and the third&amp;quot; yeah well guess what. We got a letter on Wednesday; if my dad hadn't paid the bill today on moday it would've been the option of a raised and must-pay-in-full $1019.17 and if he hadn't payed that then it would24 bucks to evict him, plus 12 bucks per 'extra person' i.e. me my brother and my gramma. Yeah. They'd make him pay them to kick him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people telling me I&amp;nbsp;have it so good. I don't care if you argue with your sister, at least you have some family that you can get along with, stop ruining it (no Viv-not you. Someone else. You know who). I don't fucking care. I'm tired of asking people for help and getting a huffy pissy sigh and a 'well you better pay me back'. I'm sick of having my hopes crushed and my plans broken and I'm sick of being lied to. I'm sick of fake people. I'm sick of disappointment. I'm sick being ignored. I'm sick of having only people who live in other countries, cities, states, school districts etc. caring, or remembering my name, or even bothering to ask me 'hey, how was your day?' I'm sick of growing emotionally attached to people then being told I'm not worth it and being called a bitch and told &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; acting immature because the same person has admitted she's a bitch and hurts people to get what she wants. I'm sick of silly stupid petty drama, I'm sick of hearing people's fucking excuse. If&amp;nbsp;I'm depressed I want someone to hear me rant and not to turn everything into an all-about-me thing here; I want to get upset with people and not be told that 'that happens to everyone'. I want someone to start a band with me and not think I&amp;nbsp;have to be Hayley Williams because no, I'm not pretty like her and no I'm not popular, and no I don't fucking have giant boobs that people can stare at. I'm sick of having people laugh at me and go 'you're not exactly what I'm looking for with this' well then what the fuck where you looking for? Some pretty untalented whiny bitch? Or some generic I hate Life girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being called fake. I'm tired of hiding behind cutlines and bylines and letting people scroll past me and I'm tired of seeing the same person has twittered a million times and therefore I can't fucking see things that are important. I'm tired of crying and being ignored because I'm not some popular kid it happens too and not someonestereotypical yet I believe in stereotypes. Why? I belive in being able to tell who from who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note. I'm tired of ranting and now I'm going to try to smile because if I keep focusing on that then I'll be leaving out the people (those same ones in different cities states countries and provinces) that actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winger. I love it when you log on and ask me how my day was and listen to me rant and when even after I shoot down every suggestion you make you keep on asking me if I'm okay and telling me it'll get better. I love that even though you obviously have your own issues you still want to tell me it'll be okay and you still stay on for as long as you possibly can even if it's like, 3 AM over there and you need to go to sleep&amp;nbsp;because you work an early shift handing out egg mcmuffins to losers in business suits who yap on their cell phones and think they're in burger king. You're way cooler than them. McDonald's is way more interesting than sitting inside a 12th floor office yapping away to corporate middle management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige&amp;nbsp;and Kaitlyn.&amp;nbsp;You two're literally my best friends and I've never spoken to you in person. I love you both like sisters and I really was serious when I&amp;nbsp;said I would kill for you guys or kick ass for you. I want to meet ya'll and was serious about hitchhiking to Canada and Idaho&amp;nbsp;to see you, frealz. You' both're awesome and wonderful and beautiful and hilarious and if I could I would send you a can of pepsi and hug you&amp;nbsp;every day. Also, Paige&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;want you to know-some people aren't meant to be writers, but that doesn't mean they're not meant to be creative or worth anything. Kaitlyn, when I&amp;nbsp;suggested backpacking across Europe I meant with me silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter. What can I say to you that can't already be said? If we don't last just know you're the first person I've ever felt serious about. I love you because you're you, not because you're some skinny bitch who has to be an overachieving superstar at everything and needs to be perfect 24/7. I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viv. Not much to say to you but you know I love you. I wish I&amp;nbsp;knew more about you to say something but I've only been talking to you since the beginning over summer. But you know our IM&amp;nbsp;chats make me smile daily even though I scare you when I&amp;nbsp;speak graphically of killing/hurting/maiming max g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki- I can't say a lot about you either other than I&amp;nbsp;love you like a sister too and you'd better get hurr to gimmie my taco and pancake dinner and to peddle our whores out. :B love you bby.&lt;/p&gt;Fr00ty-Get online because I miiiiiiissssss youuuu so muuuuuuuuuuuuuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade-we don't talk much and I have to say, I'm insanely jealous of your writing abilities and popularity, and the fact that you're so modest about it. You have skills frealz and you're gonna go far dudette. Good luck in life because even though you don't need it I at least want to wish you some (though my well wishes are worth like a nickle or so at the well-wishing exchange shop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana-there's no words I can really give to you. You're as absent minded as I&amp;nbsp;am and I&amp;nbsp;love you so much dude. I want to punch your mom in the mouth. I would do it, too, because I love you enough to risk it. And I know how it feels when someone lies and no one believes you because of it. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trini-Same as Ann only different because you're absent minded to the point of not listening sometimes but that's because you've always got something on your mind that's somehwat remotely intriguing. (Though I stand by my points that Ken is not Scar. Just sayin'-he's not nearly as evil s Scar is. Plus he doesn't have a nephew like that and wtf need would he have to usurp a lion, that's just plain crazy talk. He isn't Bear Grills or w/e his name is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radnom Girl Who Has No LJ&amp;nbsp;But Hugged Me When I Cried-don't know you but I'd want to. Thanks for being a random friend when I needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more people I want to tell thanks too but can't. Just know I love you all. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Concert mania</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T21:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T21:09:35Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>1,000 Pounds-Superchunk</lj:music>
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Senses Fail.</content>
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    <title>falseyoureyes @ 2009-09-30T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-30T19:50:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-30T19:50:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comment on this post and ask to be tagged. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;" lj:user="loud_an_clear" class="ljuser  ljuser-name_loud_an_clear"&gt; &lt;a href="http://loud-an-clear.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;loud_an_clear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flaming Homos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really see the need to explain this one but I'll go on and try. *deep breath*...I like flaming homos? I like flamboyantly gay or overtly-butchy people? I like guys who have diamond encrusted stars for earrings? (Boy in 6th period, with&lt;em&gt; junk in yo truuuunk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite pop of all time. I want to start a band and write love songs to it. Favorite brand is Barq's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossdressers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz. Cuz they're pretty. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can imagine it, and I can explain it pretty well to someone, and I'm struggling to draw but it's great to look at even if I can't do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they're awesome, make kickin' ass music, ooooh...and Brent and I share a birthday? &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENIS BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz. No explanation needed tbh. He's pretty. And tiny. And...pretty tiny. Yeah hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Modern Family &amp; FlashForward</title>
    <published>2009-09-28T17:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-28T17:42:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lulz. I&amp;nbsp;have shows to follow now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Iswear if they cancel Modern Family and keep 2 1/2 men on for however long, or scrub Flashforward for more Heroes, I'm boycotting television.</content>
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    <title>I haven't posted in like 6 days.</title>
    <published>2009-09-27T18:04:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-27T18:04:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so I'm just going to post now. I didn't have anything important to say I&amp;nbsp;just realized I hadn't posted in&amp;nbsp; days. so hi.</content>
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    <title>another one?</title>
    <published>2009-09-20T22:38:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-20T22:38:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">stole this from samper fee. winger'll prolly know that I'm procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pick Your Artist: senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;Lady in a Blue Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Sick or Sane (50 for a 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel:&lt;br /&gt;Every Day is a Struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live?&lt;br /&gt;Negative Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt;To All The Crowded Rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation is:&lt;br /&gt;Free Fall Without a Parachute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;br /&gt;Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your best friends are:&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming a Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;Still Searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt;Shark Attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;br /&gt;Rum Is For Drinking, Not Burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die:&lt;br /&gt;Bonecrusher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition:&lt;br /&gt;Lost &amp;amp; Found&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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