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  <title>a telephone to talk to strangers</title>
  <subtitle>machine guns and a camera lens</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-04-19T01:23:01Z</updated>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-04-18T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T01:19:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T01:23:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_user' lj:user='user' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;user&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___et_tu_brute&amp;lt;/user&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_user' lj:user='user' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;user&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___et_tu_brute&amp;lt;/user&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_user' lj:user='user' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;user&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___et_tu_brute&amp;lt;/user&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_user' lj:user='user' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;user&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___et_tu_brute&amp;lt;/user&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_user' lj:user='user' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;user&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___et_tu_brute&amp;lt;/user&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_user' lj:user='user' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://user.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;user&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___et_tu_brute&amp;lt;/user&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This livejournal account is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;So, I made a new one. And yes. I named it after Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;ADD IT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating this one much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I apologize in advance for the ugliness of my layout on the new one. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a new one made as we speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-04-18T17:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T00:51:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T00:51:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CAR IS FIXED AND &lt;br /&gt;READY FOR DRIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can't drive it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't drive a stick. &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- MY BIRTHDAY IS FIFTEEN DAYS AWAY AND I STILL CAN'T DRIVE WITHOUT A REGISTERED DRIVER OVER 21 IN THE CAR WITH ME UNTIL THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-04-18T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T00:47:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T00:47:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have absolutely no motivation to do anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASL starts tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;DEATH TO STANDARDIZED TESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen days until my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Even though Tep advised me not to countdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said she would buy me more tea at Safeway.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my job shadow on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm actually pretty excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought a coconut scented candle and it is the best smelling thing I have ever come across in my whole life.</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-04-14T06:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T13:19:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my birthday to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;RIGHT NOW.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace is being a whore and it won't let me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone saves me from Biology today, I will give them five dollars and half a candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>JEA geekdom</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T13:10:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T13:10:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I just got back from Seattle yesterday afternoon from the Journalism Nationals convention.&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely fun, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of sucked that it was in seattle though.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says: 'Where are you from? I'm from Boston!'&lt;br /&gt;and we had to say: 'Uhh. I'm from Puyallup. It's about 45 minutes away from here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to go to sessions and drink a large amount of Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;Kristin and I spend an hour in a class all about headline fonts. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;But we enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious and a little sad to be surrounded by 4,000 other journalism nerds and in our whole four days of being there, we saw &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; cute boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a dance on Saturday. Kristin and I made about a half an hour appearance before leaving. &lt;br /&gt;Mostly we went to show off our new shirts from Urban Outfitters. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost got killed/picked up by a pimp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't always stop when the light said 'don't walk'. &lt;br /&gt;Then I almost died when we went to the old spaghetti factory because I wasn't paying attention. Whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more stuff happened, but I have to go and get ready for school. Ugh. I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>ikea = swedish fish gummies</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T23:22:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T23:22:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;We went to Ikea today and bought all new furniture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new:&lt;br /&gt;Couch&lt;br /&gt;Chair&lt;br /&gt;Ottoman&lt;br /&gt;Set of Glasses&lt;br /&gt;Silverware&lt;br /&gt;Lamp&lt;br /&gt;Throw Pillows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our old furniture was UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped pick out the new couch. &lt;br /&gt;My aunt &amp; I somehow convinced my mom to buy a purple couch. &lt;br /&gt;[It is not &lt;i&gt;purple&lt;/i&gt;, it is &lt;i&gt;eggplant&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;It's gorgeous and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never loved a couch before.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>crunk</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T03:03:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T03:03:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jenna got her driver's licese yesterday. &amp; since the stupid Puyallup School District is lame, we don't have a bus to get us to school because we're "close enough to walk" [HELLO. WE LIVE IN WASHINGTON. IT'S RAINING. LIKE ALWAYS.] We were really sick of always relying on our parents to get us there and back. So. Now we can drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go to the mall. [I bought jeans and a tank top.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we somehow got on the subject of what 'Crunk' meant. I don't know how. But we both realized that we knew what it was, sort of, but didn't know how to explain. &lt;br /&gt;So I looked online and found the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crunk:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;To get/be hype. To act with excitement and enthuiasm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;USAGE:&lt;/u&gt; We gonna get crunk tonight!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the it said that "getting crunk" meant you were drunk and high and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that we are way to white to even think of using the word 'crunk' in our everyday conversations.</content>
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    <title>&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T05:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T05:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks for you if you are not on my friends list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you just missed the 'friends only' entry of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>influenza</title>
    <published>2005-03-18T20:32:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-18T20:32:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of yesterday coughing up my vital organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stayed home from school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized this this the first day of school I've missed &lt;i&gt;this year&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;DORK. &lt;br /&gt;Which means today was probably the day that something unforgetable and exciting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was sick last night, I still went to the play. &lt;br /&gt;Forgot my camera, naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;I had no idea everyone was so talented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T23:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T23:28:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I have the flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Rite Aid with my mom and she bought me $27 worth of medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is St. Patricks Day. &lt;br /&gt;And we're going to the play at school. &lt;br /&gt;We'll probably take pictures, so, be ready for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained a lot today. &lt;br /&gt;It soaked through my shoes and my jeans were wet up to my mid-calf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught up with all of my homework and extra credit, and I actually get my german grammer and I feel so awesome right now. &lt;br /&gt;Major change from last update, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the ENTIRE crossword puzzle in People magazine by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of me.</content>
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    <title>'all art is useless'</title>
    <published>2005-03-13T17:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T17:12:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday started out extrememly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was spending the night at a friends house, so it was just me, my stepdad and my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new book of Oscar Wilde poems, and a new copy of &lt;i&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/i&gt; [also by Oscar] because my old copy is lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Costco, buying a water filter, and my mother said something to me that really hurt my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;She didn't say it to be mean, of course. &lt;br /&gt;But it hurt all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurt ten times worse because I know it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself right now.</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-03-09T13:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T22:09:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T22:09:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting that I am often overdramatic. &lt;br /&gt;How can my day be the worst day of my life when so many people are so much worse off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out this morning. &lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have so much to do, and no time to do it in. &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like everything is moving at such a fast pace, and I can't catch up and I have no time to breath. &lt;br /&gt;I always have something that I need to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt bad, because it felt like everybody was pissed at me because they thought I was just playing some 'woe is me, my life is so emo' card for attention. &lt;br /&gt;And I think they thought I was being selfish. &lt;br /&gt;...But I wasn't trying to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit cheered me up by bringing me McDonalds at lunch. &lt;br /&gt;She was staying home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was taking a German test in fifth period, my cell phone rang. &lt;br /&gt;Frau then proceeded to yell at me and then my phone beeped again a minute later because it got a new voicemail. &lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I was mortified. &lt;br /&gt;And scared to be in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;I was shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of tears all day and I'm glad all my friends are so awesome and they cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'll be better by tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I want a new LJ. &lt;br /&gt;So think of new usernames for me. &lt;br /&gt;and someone make me a layout.&lt;br /&gt;teal and brown, how about?</content>
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    <title>return</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T04:59:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-08T04:59:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sorry I died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved this last week or so, and we had to &lt;i&gt;pack the computer&lt;/i&gt; up so that our house didn't look so "&lt;i&gt;cluttered&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Which meant no computer for Leah for more than a week. &lt;br /&gt;and retarded school computers are slow and everywhere worth going to is blocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;With unlimited internet access. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new house is "so close to school" [try a mile and a half in the mud] that I don't have a bus to ride. &lt;br /&gt;and no licese until May. &lt;br /&gt;So Jenna and I are carpool buddies. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have homework to do. &lt;br /&gt;I have to find some song lyrics for english. &lt;br /&gt;We're doing poetry. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking Death Cab For Cutie 'we looked like giants'. &lt;br /&gt;That's me and Tep's song. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-02-18T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T07:08:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T07:08:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my friday off was extremely eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning because the garbage man was making a lot of noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned the bathrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read for a while and watched Dr. Phil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to dinner with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought some concealer at target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realized how &lt;i&gt;extremely interesting&lt;/i&gt; i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloomingviolets:31044</id>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-02-07T19:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T03:48:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T03:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the spring in my step &lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;br /&gt;pain in my head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloomingviolets:30778</id>
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    <title>for your sake i hope heaven and hell are really there, but i wouldn't hold my breath</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T03:42:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T03:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Today was Whitney Kay Egbert's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's had green frosting that looked remarkably similar to cucumber melon hand lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney had some lotion on her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was frosting, she licked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'ugh! sick! i thought it was frosting!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having first lunch now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>take this potted plant to the woods and set it free</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T22:14:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T22:14:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Half days are pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to school [well. some of us did.] and we went to each class for twenty seven minutes each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sixth period, we had a nine minute 'lunch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got home at 10:55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some water and watched Jerry Springer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say productivity?</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-01-29T21:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T05:17:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T05:17:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it fantastic when you have a really good week&lt;br /&gt;and then all the sudden everything goes to shit in less than 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>shot in the thigh</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T23:52:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T23:52:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the best I've had in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Especially him.</content>
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    <title>viva la redeye flights</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T00:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T00:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Exciting news.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother decided that we should do something special for my birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that going on a short vacation would be fun, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;She let me choose to where. &lt;br /&gt;We bought the plane tickets today. I got the window seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess where I'll be May 5th through the 10th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;That's right bitches.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloomingviolets:29313</id>
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    <title>sing o goddess</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T00:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T00:49:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Camille wrote me a long note today.&lt;br /&gt;We continued reading 'the iliad' in english.&lt;br /&gt;We watched movie clips from 'Troy'.  &lt;br /&gt;That movie is in no way authentic.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to turn in my math homework in third period because Jenna was not there to remind me. &lt;br /&gt;Newspaper distribution was today. &lt;br /&gt;I have ink all over my hands. still. &lt;br /&gt;Pre-college planning night is this evening. and I'm going. &lt;br /&gt;My mother took me to dairy queen and bought me ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;I fell in love again. &lt;br /&gt;and Samantha is not coming to school Friday. So it looks like I'll be eating alone. Since NO ONE has third lunch.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>don't drink the water, don't breathe the air</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T23:20:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-21T23:20:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>EDIT: undo</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T04:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T04:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whoa guys.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;long time no update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christ. &lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy these last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working on all my end of semester crap.&lt;br /&gt;and newspaper and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;all of my sadistic friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;here's a 'funny' story for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at school today finishing up some stuff for newspaper and helping lay out the pages and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i worked for two hours on this one story.&lt;br /&gt;and when i finished, it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to change the font and the size so that it could be copied onto the layout.&lt;br /&gt;and i highlighted it all. and i accidently hit the delete button.&lt;br /&gt;and it would not 'edit: undo'.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks much ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid technology.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, mac computers.</content>
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    <title>cuts like a knife</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T00:01:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T00:01:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Fourth period is a waste of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent four days in the library doing research for our projects. &lt;br /&gt;I was done with the research on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the rest of my days sitting in the library at google.com looking at what had been searched on it by kids from our school.&lt;br /&gt;These seemed to be searched most often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hot girls&lt;br /&gt;hott girls&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;porn &lt;br /&gt;pokemon sex&lt;br /&gt;civil war&lt;br /&gt;halo 2 cheat codes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can see what Roger's High School student's priorities really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to the mall with me to buy new jeans sometime this weekend?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>bloomingviolets @ 2005-01-02T13:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T22:03:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T22:06:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/ddrsmaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play dance dance revolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/ddr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/ddr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/ddr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/videogames.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee.&lt;br /&gt;My book for english. ['the alchemist']&lt;br /&gt;My water. &lt;br /&gt;My stepdad.&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;The brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOWLING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/bballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit's bowling shoes are HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/whitjon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/whitjon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney is actually smiling normal, and Jon looks retarded. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/whitleah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the fact that I look fat. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/whit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit. In the car, on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/speedjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back home, and decided to try our speed-jump roping skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/blurryus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this blurry picture.&lt;br /&gt;We have our signature fake picture-with-each-other smiles. Like always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN, AFTER WHIT WENT HOME THE NEXT DAY...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/vgameage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and my stepdad played video games... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/fauxhawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Jon's hair... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/bloomingviolets/leahhhnicoleee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then he took this picture of me when I wasn't looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...THEN my camera died. &lt;br /&gt;So. &lt;br /&gt;There you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[EDIT: sorry the pictures are huge.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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