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  <title>~ Hey Lush ~</title>
  <subtitle>Sarah</subtitle>
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    <name>Sarah</name>
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    <title>jimmybeets @ 2005-06-28T11:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-28T15:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-28T15:02:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm quitting this journal for now, my other two on GJ are quite enough for now. But don't worry, I'll still come and read everyone else's entries and post once in a while, so don't unadd me!</content>
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    <title>Only One Thing Is Missing...</title>
    <published>2005-06-25T03:17:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-25T03:17:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Even Better Yet - The Format</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;School hasn't even been out for a full week and I'm already having an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I stayed over at Caitlin's. We drove around for a bit and ended up at Big Y at 10:30. We wanted ice cream, so we got it. But of course, we had to get just a tad side tracked. We decided to see if I would fit in one of the ice cream freezers. Oh my God hahah, I DID! It was the funniest thing everrrr. We were laughing so hard. Then she opened the door and threw her ice cream back in and took another one and we just walked away. Hah, good times. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night she stayed over my house and we had an interesting night. For an hour we ran around my house ringing the doorbell, throwing things at the windows and calling my house in creepy voices saying out-there things. My mom and little brother knew it was us but we still scared the crap out of my brother. It was a good time. &lt;br /&gt;I hurt my knee though... And lost my shoes... Oooohhhh well.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I didn't do much. I went out to dinner with my mom and brother. Then came home and went online. I had some interesting conversations haha. Good. But interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked and was attacked by a stool. It just fell out from under me, letting me go with it obviously. Then it cut the back of my ankle open and it bled for like half an hour because I couldn't find a band-aid. Ouches.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the VFW show. Amazing, just fun and insane basically. I got there before everyone else which kind of sucked but whatever. It was Nancie, Sam, Ed, and I and then Bryant and some other people by the end of the night. We went out and got gummy sharks and Red Bull copy-cats. Then we went and got coffee. Everyone got kinda sick from that but me... Oh well. It was amazing. There was a car show too, meaning lots of creepy people. Heh. By the end of the night I was hanging out with Bryant butttt then I had to leave. I got some good pictures though! I think I'm going to make a photography website of all these show pictures....&lt;br /&gt;Chip left this morning. I talked to him before he left though... He won't be back till really the end of summer. Very sad...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Summer Summer Summer</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T15:27:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T15:27:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Great Romances of the 20th Century - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;This is probably where my usual updates, twice a week, are going to become scattered and less frequent. If not, the entries will just be about random things. All because it's summer. Hah. Who would've thought we'd all actually make it through the year? I didn't even think I'd make it through freshman year... Hell, I barely made it half-way through freshman year. Life can be horrid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was my last final and my LAST DAY OF FRENCH. Yes, no more french, insane. I think I might have passed the final... But uh, she's passing me for the year, no matter what. Just because I'm good like that. Plus, she knows I have no idea what I'm doing in there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I go in to anything else. Yesterday. Amazing. Thank you both Kayla and Caitlin for telling me. And thank you to Justin, Evian, Kevin and Will who listened to me go on about my plans. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Joey was hanging all over Jess. You know the whole deal, holding hands. That stuff. He is an idiot. Clearly he has no idea what he's doing. I told him that if he did that, then it would convince me that he only asked me out to make her jealous and get her back. He should know whats coming now, he'll get his. Kevin and I had fun thinking up things for that... And Justin. &lt;br /&gt;So tonight is the usual tradition. I'm staying over Caitlin's and then tomorrow night she's coming here. &lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm going to another show. Saturday I'm working. Saturday night I think I might be doing something. Sunday, working. Sunday night, plans maybe. By monday, dead. Hah, summer is too great.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Chip again last night, I can't wait to see him again... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there isn't much else to say at the moment. Maybe I'll talk to y'all later. I had to say something stupid, must you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Maybe Things Have to Get Worst Before They Get Better?</title>
    <published>2005-06-18T21:17:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-18T21:17:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Wish There Were 5 Seasons - Big City Dreams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Wow, things have just gotten mildly out of hand. This is going to be by far a bitchy entry so beware, you're warned. And honestly, don't leave comments like 'Awww, I'm sorry!' Or else I will completely bitch you out.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so lets see. In the past week I have found the following things out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: 2 of my friends have thought about suicide in the past week. ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Someone I know is a cutter, not exactly a happy thought. ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Certain things with certain people just never go away. ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, first thing. To find out that two people I know, both thought about suicide, in the SAME week, is insane. It's scary because they both even had ways that they were thinking of doing it. Sorry guys, but suicides bad. It's permenant. &lt;br /&gt;The cutter. They'd hinted at it before but now I'm positive they cut. Just dandy. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Bad day. I honestly thought everything was done with this person. Then they find out that me and Joey are over and they just start everything I've been trying to forget about, again. He needs to fuck off. I'm so glad it's going to be summer break soon, they I won't have to deal with his shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Last Night: &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was just so fucked up. Chip was supposed to come over and we were going to go to the VFW show. He never called. Someone else did, his sister or his mom, I don't know. They were looking for him, just like me. I went in to town with some people to see if maybe he got confused and went there. Nothing. I still haven't heard from him... It scares me, I love him. What if something happened? I'm probably just being paranoid. I need to hear from him, just to know that he's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Today: &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked.&lt;br /&gt;I got in to an argument with Will. He asked about my night, I told him. He offered to help me out by going in to town. I said no and that he wouldn't know where to go. He said I was being difficult. Justin is saying I should be grateful that he offered to help me. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the art show in town. It was bad. Nothing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying up all night because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Early for the Heat Wavvvveeeee</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T00:10:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T00:10:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bit awkward, fun, good, and out there all mixed in to one. Wrap it up in a box and it'd be the best little present any friend could give. Kind of. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up feeling all good haha, and I had a tan from the beach! I was happy about that one. &lt;br /&gt;All of my classes were normal, well the ones that I had anyhow. A period, she yelled at us because we thought we would get out early from the heat... Haha. B period, I had cafe study so I hung out with Chris the whole time. C period, more Hotel Rwanda. Then lunch...&lt;br /&gt;They announced an early dismissal. Everyone was yelling and dancing around, how classic. &lt;br /&gt;Then ceramics, but before it was much more interesting. Joey walked with us. It was awkward and a tad depressing to be honest. Everyone then stranded me and left me with him standing there. He kind of just talked about how his teachers and friends were pissing him off, I just kind of stood there and acted like I was listening. I just wanted out. Then Will walked by so I grabbed him and asked if he wanted to hangout after school while Joey talked to someone. Then Will and his friend left so Joey and I started talking again. It was the oddest thing. He walked me to my ceramics class and we kind of just stood there for a minute looking at eachother not saying anything. You could have cut the tension with a freakin' knife. I then said it was awkward standing there and tried to walk away. He stopped me though and told me I was allowed to hug him so I did and then walked away. I don't know, it was weird. Deffinetely not something I'd like to repeat. I don't mind him coming to see me or calling or anything but for some reason it was just different.&lt;br /&gt;In ceramics we didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;In gym we didn't do anything. Adam, Tina and I sat on the top of the bleachers listening to music and just talking. Sweet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then the school set us free and out in to the heat because they felt like it really. So Will came over and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;We mostly just talked. Then we watched Peter Pan, you know it haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and my mom went to the hospital while he was over. It's all good now though.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Parttiiiii</title>
    <published>2005-06-09T21:47:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-09T21:47:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Favorite Accident - Motion City Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I've actually updated more than once in a week, be proud, be proud. So school was normal, nothing interesting there.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I went out and tanned for a bit. It didn't really work. Then a wasp came near me, then four more came around so I gave up and went back in. &lt;br /&gt;After that, I checked when my wonderful new CD's are coming and my book. My parents are going to kill me. I make them take away my card and yet I still find ways to use it... I only spent $40 so they won't be horribly mad.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's really it for today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Adam was being an ass hole. Andddd, it was only a distance thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, tomorrow. Newspaper, fun thing too. Mr Ongley will be at the meeting, I hope he's taking over for Mrs T. That would be insanneeee. He'd do well, very very well. &lt;br /&gt;And a show tomorrow. We're all gonna party at my house until it starts and then we're gonna go and have a great time at the show.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Define.</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T21:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T21:26:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Mountain Range in My Living Room - The Early November</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Today was... interesting. My morning was the deffinition of horrible. I'm about to go to school and I look on the wall, low and behold the biggest spider I have ever seen in my life. I screamed and my dad came out. It was seriously the size of my hand. My dad killed it with a hockey stick, I wouldn't leave for school until it was dead. So yeah, because of that my dad took me out to breakfast haha. I made it to school just on time, I wish I was late...&lt;br /&gt;Before A period, I was leaving my locker and saw a friend that I'm not exactly on great speaking terms with right now, or at least I think that's what is going on... I don't know, this one's on him. I see where he's coming from and why he's a bit mad at me but I still can't stand it... Especially when I see him, just thinking about that whole conversation. Fuck. But yeah, he just gave me this look and I almost wanted to just say something along the lines of, "I'm sorry." I'll fix it later... I want to, I need to.&lt;br /&gt;All of my classes were normal.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my english teacher during global. It was kind of odd, I never talk to him and when I do, it's not about class. It's usually about books, somehow we read the same books. It all works.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not sure how much I'll be updating this. I'll try. I have another journal now, I just don't plan on telling people the name. But yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today was eh and my morning from 6:40-8:00, was horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>I Almost Forgot...</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T21:08:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T21:08:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>There's No 'I' In Team - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm thinking right I haven't updated in a while. Okay, so like a week and a half ago. Things have been busy, depressing, dramatic, emotional and sometimes great. Last week, weekdays of course, nothing really out of the ordinary happened. &lt;br /&gt;Friday was Battle of the Bands, whoa yes haha. I went and met Nancy there, we made babies because we're awesome like that. Everyone should be wicked jealous. It was a good time. I spent most of the night with Nancy, Chip, Connor and Joey. Fun stuff it was. Connor wouldn't let me take any pictures of him but, he lost, I got a few good ones. Being with Chip was fun, he's leaving Canterbury for the summer this week, I could cry. I'll miss not seeing him at shows, unless he comes to them still... But hell, I'll kidnap him sometime over the summer, wooo! Haha. I finally took the pictures for Bryce and Connor's band, Beautiful Red, they all came out wonderfully. Let's see, what else? Oh yes, Joey was there, after being an hour or so late. Tisk tisk. Half way through the show I got amazingly dizzy, it felt horrible. Joey tried to make me go home but hey, when do I ever listen? I stayed, it went away, it was darling.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was Battle of the Bands, in a nut shell.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the grand opening for the store. It was busy. There were pastries, it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Joey came a bit before the store closed to surprised me, it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Upper Crust for dinner. Patrick was there. It was cute, he kept smiling at me. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday, dyed my hair. Kind of. You've all seen it, you know what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Canterbury with Joey and Kayla. I went to visit my love, Chip. Probably the last time I'll be seeing him for a while. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Memorial Day! Hah, what a joke. I went to Kayla's at 11 and left Chip a dozen voice mails for him to meet us at the parade. He slept through 'em allll.... I don't blame him. &lt;br /&gt;Kayla and I just watched the parade, had chinese food, the usual. &lt;br /&gt;Then I went out with Caitlin to the mall... Cut my hair... Blew the credit card... Again. I made my parents take it away from me until there's more money on it and all that. I'm good. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. School. Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. School. Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night. Hell. Shocked much? I think that was the worst phone conversation I've had in a while... And a reason I used to use to stay out of relationships. But oh well, all is well now.&lt;br /&gt;Today. School. Half depressing. Half wonderful. I sound like a god damn recipe book. Joey wasn't in school the first half of the day... I missed him, it caused such boredom inbetween classes. &lt;br /&gt;Then he came in to school and I saw him totally at random while I was getting my year book. I was like whoa, hey, it's you. Or something along the lines of that...&lt;br /&gt;Only two parts of the day completely blew. But all is well now, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we got the yearbooks. They're pretty nice. Somehow there's a picture of Connor in it though... Whatever, it's a good picture. There's a picture of me, Heather and Tonya, I love it. It's actually a good picture considering we're all totally differant. Heather goth, Tonya punk and me preppy. &lt;br /&gt;At the same time I hate yearbooks, it means the year is over...&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of annoyed with someone right now. On GJ too. Their journal is friends only and they had me listed as a friend at one point but they took me off for some reason. They've done it before. I just think it's funny how they pretened that it was by accident and just do it later again. Oh well, I guess that's just someone showing you what a true friend is.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm out, maybe I'll update again tomorrow, who the hell knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Cafe Study is Sex</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T21:20:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Today was normallll. All of my classes were fine... So yeah, I've noticed that I've been doing a horrible job updating, go me! I think the last time I did update was on like monday which was a while ago, kind of. Not much has happened since then really. &lt;br /&gt;Joey came over after school on tuesday, it was fun. We watched some of Finding Neverland but it was kind of eh so we turned it off. Then we just hung out for a while and then left to go to Graham's DARE graduation. Fun stuff that was indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to bitch for a bit about two things or wait no, three. So, bear with me and here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;First off, Adam. I bet you are allll shocked about me bitching about him, again. This has been becoming more and more frequent. Yesterday in A period he started basically insulting me and calling me a whore, or rather implying that I was one. I'm not a whore. He started claiming that at all the shows I makeout with random guys from bands and such. I've never done that, ever. Then he started naming guys that I consider good friends saying that I mess around with them. I've never even done anything with any of them. He just kept naming all these things that I've done that I haven't and just trying to make me look bad. He said he was joking but I know he wasn't. I'm starting to hate him so much that I just can't take it. During gym I told him to his face that he was turning in to a scum bag and an ass hole, it's true. He used to be nice, I used to be able to trust him and I considered him a good friend. Now I just see him as another person who I don't want to talk to. He puts himself above everyone and shows off all the time. His immaturity is hard to ignore and he's turning in to such a jerk. For the moment I have nothing more to say so on to the next thing I must complain about.&lt;br /&gt;Two faced people, a lot of my friends are becoming two faced. It's amazing, it truely is. People that I used to think were great friends are becoming liars, cheats and just doing horrible things and becoming horrible people. To me they talk shit about people and then go right back to the person they're saying things about and act like nothing has happened. There's one person in particular who has been doing this, it's terrible. They talk to me about how much of a jerk and an ass hole this person is and then they leave and I see them right with them after acting like they're okay. I hate it, people shouldn't do that. If you're going to be fake like that, don't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the third thing was so forget that.&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't remember my third thing I'll write about something nice and good and sweet and just everything in between... I sound like a commercial, oh god. As of tomorrow Joey and I will have been dating for a week yet it seems like sooo much longer. I've only known him for a little bit less than a month but still, things happen so fast. He's so nice to me, sometimes I wonder why he's so nice. I guess after all the bad relationships I've convinced myself that no boyfriend is nice haha, well he is and I love it. I love everything about him, I do. This morning was amazing. My dad drove me in to school and as I was walking down the hall Joey was coming towards me. He came up and gave me a hug and lifted me off the ground and spun me around, it was the best hello I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, now I'm at work eating animal crackers and waiting for 7 o'clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Oh Wow, That Was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T23:39:33Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Head Club - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah, I haven't really written anything in a while that hasn't had a touch of depressing nature, or whatever you want to call it, in it. Mhm, let's start with friday... After school, I don't remember what I did friday during school, sooo I'm guessing that it probably wasn't exciting or important. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, wow. After school I went to Joey's house. His house is like walking distance from the school, we took his bus though, just because we're that awesome. His bus was alll freshman, but hell, my bus is all wiggers and white trash. Since his house was sooo close to the school, we were on the bus for all of five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Obviously we got to his house, what else would you expect? Sorry, writing this is like giving a little kid candy when they aren't supposed to have it, excitment, excitment. I think I spelt that wrong, screw it. &lt;br /&gt;When we got to his house I met his mom and she left for a bit to pick up his brother and.... You could only guess haha, no, other thing. He asked me out! I said yes so quickly, there wasn't even a 'let me think about this' pause. Then he took my ring, the Irish one which I can't spell the real name of it, and he put it up. Meaning that my heart is taken, how sweet. I was like awww, just the fact that he knew what the ring's meaning was made everything so much more special. &lt;br /&gt;We hung out at his house for a while and walked around his neighborhood. I think I spelt that wrong too, wow, I feel smart. It was nice, we were holding hands and just talking. He tried to teach me how to skateboard, it was cute. I liked it, even though I was terrified to actually do it without him holding my hands so I wouldn't fall.&lt;br /&gt;His sister's 8th grade dinner dance was that night too. She looked so pretty all dressed up. Tina, remember ours? Such a long time ago... So yeah, his family was there to see her and I got to meet them. They were all really nice, too many names to remember though haha.&lt;br /&gt;Joey and I went with his dad to drop his sister off at her dance and then we went to his art show. All of his pieces were amazing, just amazing. If you didn't go, you should regret it very much because I'm telling you to.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to his house so he could change for the show and so I could get some of my stuff that I needed. Mhm, so, he changed and he wore girl pants for the show. Not just any girl pants however. He wore my pants. Pants that don't fit me, too big and a bit too long. They fit him though, very well. I loved it, it was so cute. Especially since they were... My pants haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go in to an amazing amount of detail about the show but it was soooo much fun. The Empress is just great, I'm deffinetely going there again. &lt;br /&gt;After the show Joey's parents came to get us to bring me home. We were sitting in the back and he had his arms around me and I was leaning on him and I fell asleep. It was perfect, just sweet and perfect. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the song Collide coming on and him singing to it, but whispering kind of. It was perfect, perfect, perfect. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunetely we got to my house, too soon of course. The night was perfect, I couldn't have asked for a better night. It made up for everything that has been going on in the past week, every last thing and it was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wasn't much. I worked, I went to the mall. I have no money. Who knew that would happen?&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked, and did homework and decided that I'm moving to the south when I get older. I'm going to have an Acadian style house with 3 acres, at least, with a pool and yeah haha. &lt;br /&gt;After work me and my mom stopped by CVS because I needed a few things anddd that is about alllll I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;When we got out it was 4:30, half an hour before Joey's art show ended so, I asked my mom if she could bring me so that I could surpise him. It was so great, even though I only saw him for all of twenty minutes, it didn't matter, I was still with him. I've never felt so happy... I sound like some romantic movie, oh well, it's a good thing. I just can't wait to see him tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>I'm Sick of Pretending</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T21:07:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T20:22:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Today was horrible. I know I say that a lot here, but today just was. Everything just hit me and each time it made me hurt more and more. That doesn't make sense at all... This is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;This morning everything seemed fine, and I thought that the rest of the day would stay like that, and maybe get better. But the day was far from being even okay. &lt;br /&gt;I was with Joey for a bit before A and B period. It was nice, I really do like him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Morika before C, I walked with her. She told me that in the past week or so I've seemed so much more happier than usual. I guess for the most part that's true but honestly, tomorrow, and for the next few days... I think I just won't talk, then they won't notice that I'm not happy. I want to be happy, I do, but it just seems like people won't let me be happy. I think I used the word happy too much.&lt;br /&gt;Ceramics was just a peach, I swear, that class gets worst every day. At the end of class this girl came up to me and said, "Piece of advice, don't talk shit about me unless you're going to say it to my face." Wow, darling, but I'm sorry, I haven't said anything about you. All I'm hearing about is you saying things about me. I love people, they should be wrapped with nice yellow bows and be handed out as consilation prizes for who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then came lovely double bio, that was great. I saw Joey before, once again, nice. Oh and I saw him before ceramics...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to double. The first half we just worked on pedigrees. Joey's ex came to talk to me. I didn't mind it at all, she has a right to ask me about what's going on. But hell, I would like to be clued in on what is going on exactly too. I don't even know. &lt;br /&gt;Everything she said, I expected. She told me what she heard, I told her what I heard. She told me what she knew, I did the same. She kept going back to how I've apparently been telling everyone that Joey and I are going out. Wow, what a joke, it's so amusing. I never said that, never, never, never. People need to get over themselves. I don't lie, I don't. Then she started about what people are saying and how once again, I've been apparently bad mouthing her. Wooowwww. &lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;Then french, the normal.&lt;br /&gt;Joey left early, I wish he hadn't. It would have made things so much easier, then maybe I wouldn't be feeling how I am. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;After G I walked with Justin to the buses. It's like they were waiting for me to come, just standing there at the doors in a semi-circle. Maybe they were waiting, I wouldn't be shocked. I wasn't even surprised to hear them say my name and yell to not walk by them. It's like I knew it was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I stopped. Bad idea. Justin stayed with me though, so it wasn't as horrible... I'm lying, it was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;She came up to me, pissed off of course. And no, it wasn't the ex-girlfriend, it was someone else, but oh was she there. Her back turned and all while her friend took to her defense. She basically went off saying that I've been saying all these bad things about the ex-girlfriend and her, and someone else. I haven't, I don't do that, but if they would like me to, it could be arranged. &lt;br /&gt;Then she went on about how I should enjoy my time with Joey because he's still not over Jess, that hurt. So I said, "Fuck you," and left. When you're thoughts are going faster than you can speak, all you can do is walk. I've taught myself so much. I should have stayed, I should have bitched her out, hit her, something. Made her feel how I've been feeling since friday.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Justin a bit ago, about what happened. He said it was stupid and that I should have let him say something. Maybe I should have, maybe it would have shut her up.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this anymore, hearing all these things, having people talk to me like they have been, I can't do it. By the end of everyday I just want out, to be alone and to just sit and cry my eyes out. I feel pathetic, I am pathetic. But that's how things go.&lt;br /&gt;I really do like Joey but this is such a mess. Maybe this is why I try to stay out of relationships. This time I don't want to, I like him that much. I've tried to ignore what people are saying. They keep telling me that I've been saying that me and him are going out... We aren't. It's amazing how people can put words in to someone else's mouth and have the majority believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was depressing. I just wish Joey hadn't left school early. Maybe they knew to do everything then because they knew he wouldn't be in school to tell them to back off, or maybe they just did it because they know they can break me.&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, my "everyone in the world is after me" entry for the day. Have a party with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>It's My Party, I'll Cry if I Want To</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T21:10:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T00:03:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Am Fred Astaire - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm redoing this entry for the better of itself. I figured that on a day such as this I can put a rant under ducksoup and a nice entry under this. Nice meaning organized. Wow, that sounds amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. This morning I woke up a bit too early, who knew? I woke up at least 5 times throughout the night, I'm thinking of asking my parents to get me over-the-counter sleeping pills. &lt;br /&gt;About waking up... No voice, barely breathing, tired. That was me. Even after a great attempt to get ready, I felt and looked horrible. &lt;br /&gt;School.... Heh. I get there; Kayla came to "kidnap" me. Joey wasn't in school. The whole morning was rather depressing, hm, depressing. Kayla and I did our whole normal routine which has kind of fallen out with everything but we’ll get back to it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;All of my classes were within what I should expect for a normal or rather bad day. They were all tremendously boring. They seemed boring enough anyway, I was tired though so maybe I missed the excitement completely… Unless there was no excitement. I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Come lunch things started to go even more wrong than I would have liked. A friend started telling me about how this girl, let’s call her “it” for the time being, was talking about me. Now, keep in mind that “it” no longer knows nice gossiping haha. Instead, “it” likes to lie, exaggerate and be a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend was telling me about how “it” was talking about me saying I was along the lines of a whore or something like that because, I mean, come on, I’m just the biggest street corner inhabitant, right? A dollar a go, hah, right, idiot. Then apparently “it” started saying how, okay, change of name… Joey’s ex-girlfriend started bitching and saying that me and him have beeen going on dates. Hah, fuck that, he came over and I’ve hung out with him at shows. Sorry, this is taking a turn for what seems the better.&lt;br /&gt;So right, she thinks she can say all that about me, in just THAT grand old class period. Rightttt, she can say that and then some, but hell, none of it’s true. Then, because there is always more, Kayla comes to see me with some better news to make my day just so much better.&lt;br /&gt;She tells me how the ex-girlfriend is once again calling me a whore and now adding to her story saying I stole Joey from her. Hahahaha, that laugh could go on for forever and a day and what she said would still be so comical and yet such a lie. So yeah, of course I did that good thing and got, lets say, uh annoyed. Far from.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I kind of slammed the locker shut, called his ex-girlfriend a bitch and then some stupid prick comes up to me, in my face and says, “I saw that.” He then walked away and I yelled, “Fuck you,” back to him. Wow, I hope he heard.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out with Kayla and she went on about her saying all these different lies. Then she told me how she got up and told her to basicaly shut the fuck up. I love it. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I don’t need to deal with stupid things like that at the moment. I’m getting sick, and you all know me, I don’t exactly handle all things well. And right now, for the past three months, I’ve been okay… If you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;How I just wish Joey was there so then he could have said something, I told him to say something the next time he talks to her. And, if not, well, a few of you already know. But hell, that might be drastic, then again, it always works in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>I &amp;lt;3 Them</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T15:07:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T15:07:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some Classic Music. Heh.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Last night was another Battle of the Bands. It was kind of bad, but good at the same time. I got there around 7-ish and met Nancy and a few of her friends out front. We stood around for a bit and I went to buy my ticket and got my fanncccyyy little band thinger. &lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I left and I called Chip on his cell to make sure he was coming. Then we went to CVS and bought some darling gummy sharks. We went back to the Maxx after that and I saw Joey. He came up to me and said we needed to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I really do hate when people say that. Those are some of the worst words a person could say. Especially if it's a guy saying it to a girl. I told him I hated it, but he told me it was nothing bad. That was a lie, way way way a lie.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down at a booth and he asked me if I've been saying things to anyone. I didn't really know what he was talking about but he told me and wow. Apparently some people have been telling Joey that I'm telling all these people that we're going out. Hah, wow, that's right, because I spread lies like that. Hmm, let's see, correction. No. I. Don't. So I got out of the booth and left, just because I couldn't think of anything else to do after I told him it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;I met Chip outside and told him what had happened and he gave me a hug and we went for a walk with his friend's to go see some graffiti he had put up. It was nice. He was being really sweet. &lt;br /&gt;We went back and I saw Justin, talked to him for a bit. Then I went inside to watch a band play with Chip, Nancy and a few other people. I saw Kevin, said hi. Then I saw Connor, told him what happened because he asked about how things were going, he gave me a hug. I love my friends, they're all so sweet to me, especially my guy friends. &lt;br /&gt;I went out of the room after 10 minutes because the lead singer's voice just annoyed me. I saw Joey and we talked. He asked if I was mad at him, I told him I was. He said he didn't blame me, that was a good thing to hear. Then we just kind of stood there not talking, he kept looking over at me, I could tell. But I wouldn't look back at him. I eventually just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I went and found Nancy and everyone and we went to watch Bryce and Connor's band play. I said bye to Connor before they started since I was leaving early. Joey then gave me his hat... Right, so I could hold on to it while he was in the mosh pit. Right after he gave it to me I handed it off to one of his friends haha. &lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the set I went outside with Chip so I could wait for Will. Eventually Joey came out and Chip went in so we could talk.&lt;br /&gt;We went and sat down in the parking lot and it was nice. I'm not mad at him anymore, just annoyed that he would even begin to think that what people were telling him was true. And honestly, the people he was hearing it from, they're pissed at him for just talking to me. So, did he really think they were going to be nice and not lie to him about things so he would stop talking to me? Right.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm adding more. I didn't want to write this in my other journal because so many people have that link and really no one knows about this one. While I was outside with Joey, one of the girls who's pissed at him for talking to me came out. We were holding hands and she just glared at me. I wanted to say something sarcastic and bitchy to her but I decided not to. She eventually left though and it was the greatest thing ever to see her walk away pissed off over something so small. I really can't stand her, now whenever I see her she gives me dirty looks and it takes everything in me not to say something to her. Okay, well, that's it. I added things in other places too so have a ball. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah, besides that whole dramatic thing, it was a good time. So much happened in only an hour and a half. But I have to say, all of my guy friends are so sweet and they're always there when I need them to be. Every hug meant so much and made me feel so much better. I &amp;lt;3 them all.&lt;br /&gt;After I left I went out for a bit and then went home, I had fun. And now I'm here, at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Sex. Guns. COCAINE.</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T19:44:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T19:44:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;You can thank the lovely and darling sophisticated Justin for that swell title. Mmmhhhhm. &lt;br /&gt;So today was along the norm. I woke up with a headache, I didn't sleep much last night. I'm thinking that my parents are right, maybe I do have sleeping issues or something like that. One night I'll sleep perfectly fine and then the next night I'll barely sleep at all and it'll go on like that for a day or two. I can't stand it. Then I can go to bed way late, like 3 in the morning late, and wake up at 7AM and be fine, not tired at all. I think there's something wrong with that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Before A Period I walked around with Kayla again, it's becoming somewhat of a routine. A Period was also normal, so enthusiastic for 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;B period, we didn't really do anything. C period, went over things for a test which I should probably study for later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was the usual... Except without them all plotting against me! Ceramics, worked more on our coil pots. It was just me and Jess. No Evian. No Chris. I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;During Gym we went to the Health Fair. It was eh. Just eh. It was me, Adam and Tina. That was the only fun part. We all sat at this one thing watching some woman throw a pot. I've done that! I saw Mike too, said hi, then the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;Biology was heh, not eh, but heh. We did a bunch of worksheets, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Then French, took a quiz, failed the quiz. Then we watched a Spanish class' spoof of Star Wars. And that was my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <published>2005-05-04T20:41:56Z</published>
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    <title>Sporks, Spoons and Knives</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T19:04:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T19:04:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Collide - Howie Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Today was an okay today for the most part. Before A period I hung out with Kayla and just walked around. During A period our teacher was being really snappy but that's okay, she's usually too ecstatic about things anyway. B period, subsitute, wonderful. C period, took more notes, not all that fun. Lunch was eh, Kayla and everyone started planning a way to get me back for my being childish at some times at the end of the year. So far they've come up with water and food dye or pudding. If they do try anything though, they know that what I do back will be much more unexpected and great haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ceramics, did more work on my coil thing. I actually like it. And holy crap, she put my demented mouse out for show! Hah, it's so horrible. It's broken ass and shattered head, fantastic. Then low and behold, or however that goes, she put my plate out! Without even showing it to me first! It's horriblllleeee! It came out wicked darker than it was supposed to, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;After that I met up with Kayla and Jackie and went to my locker, talked to someone, which was a bit odd but that's okay. Then double bio, we didn't do anything really so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;French, wow, we played a drinking game. Except that the beer was subsituted with french vocabulary. It was insane, she even told us that's where she got it from. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home, nothing to do. I might go out and do 5 miles but I don't really feel like it hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Supposedly Yesterday</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T09:35:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T09:35:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;This entry is long over-due considering I said I would write it yesterday. That obviously didn't happen but moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I worked on saturday, at my mom's store. Not much really happened. Caitlin, my mom and I got bored so we looked up mail-order Russian brides for the fun of it. There are some freaky looking people on those sites... We did have customers though, which was fun, and entertaining at points. Only Caitlin knows why haha. &lt;br /&gt;After work Caitlin came back to my house and we had dinner with my parents and watched Jurasic Park because we're just old school like that. Then we left and went out.&lt;br /&gt;We had fun, for the most part. I'm not going in to detail about anything, it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went home from Caitlin's, I spent the night. I didn't really do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I felt sick for most of the day. I got home and went to bed at like 5:30. And really that's all that's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't much either. Classes were normal, I didn't really see anyone, I didn't have time to do anything. And now I'm home and I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Lauren's Little Interview</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T01:51:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-30T01:51:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;1. What is your favorite place in the world? Why did you choose that place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place in the world is between New York City and sadly New Milford haha. I love New York City because it's so busy and yet so beautiful. Hopefully one day I'll get to live there! And then New Milford just because all of my friends are here, and I love them dearly. New Jersey is sometimes a favorite place, but the ocean can get quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What is your spirit song? NOTE: A spirit song is a song that makes you feel happy no matter how you were feeling before (I think you already know this, but just in case).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit song I guess would have to be Mosh Pit Part 2 by Taking Back Sunday. Even though the lyrics are about love and how it can sometimes be horrible, I still love the song and see it as one of the best songs on all of their CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What are your goals, dreams, and hopes for life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after high school I want to go to college obviously and major in magazine journalism and film. I would like to work for a political yet very opinionated magazine and write fiction books on the side. I would also like to write, and produce independent films and documentaries. I guess I would have to say that I would like to be the next Micheal Moore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Which award would you rather receive a Nobel Peace Prize, a Grammy, an Oscar, or a Pulitzer, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me either one of those awards would be fine as long as I deserved it not only the people's mind but in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Please choose a color that symbolizes you and explain why you chose that color.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either pale blue or pale pink. Really because both colors are very light and soft, I'm not sure how they would represent me but I love them still.</content>
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    <title>I Want to Hate You So Much</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T20:19:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T20:19:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Union - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;First day back to school after a horrid weekend. I'm glad though, right when things were starting to go sour, school, saved haha. But anywho, about the darling weekend. What a grand story.&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, Saturday. Graham came home. We did so much for the store. It was just a bad day all around. The night was two times worst though. After everyone was asleep I just came online because I wasn't tired. I was just talking to people and everything. But yeah, it was just bad haha. &lt;br /&gt;Now for Sunday. I worked at the store again, I had the worst morning though. Most of you have heard about it already so I won't tell the whole thing. Basically someone told me something I knew happened already but I didn't want it to be real, something like that. Anyway, that morning just destroyed my day and my day murdered my night. Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;And for the grand finale of my spring break, sunday night. What a night to hate. I know I've talked to a few people about this. Then I attempted to talk to a few people about it. I didn't work, I got half way through saying what I had to say before actually telling what happened and I was done. I talked to Adam about it, I had to stop myself and tell him I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I spent the rest of the day giving him bits and pieces about what happened. It's not that I'm broken over this, it's more that it stings and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the story, kind of. If you've already heard this, then you'll understand this and won't be as confused as if you didn't hear or something like that. Moving on, again. I told someone I needed to talk to them about something, nothing bad, because it really wasn't. And yes, it was a guy. They knew I liked them a bit and I wasn't sure if they felt the same because at times it seemed as if they did. I honestly wasn't looking for them to say that they did have the same feelings as I did because it really would not have mattered. I don't date, I don't do relationships. I don't have the time, patience, any of it. I have too much to deal with to throw a relationship in to it. When I asked they said we were just friends, and I was good with that. We talked for a bit more and I asked if the conversation would change anything between us. He said no, it wouldn't. He lied, at least I think he did, I'm sure. I shouldn't have asked, and everyone who told me what would probably happen, you were right. And the person who warned me about me liking this person, I should have listened and I feel terrible that I didn't. I'm not hurt, not in the way of being rejected, because I wasn't. I wasn't looking for a fucking relationship in the first place, they just took it that I was and I only noticed after the conversation was done. Maybe it's my fault, right now I don't care. It just stings, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So now today, now. As before, I'm so glad that school indeed started again. I needed to be around friends. It was great seeing everyone, I missed them. &lt;br /&gt;During Gym me and Tina were joking around about creating a band, it was darling. That would be quite fun, I would love to be in a band, singing haha. Love to sing, love to sing. Adam made fun of us though, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Last</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T22:47:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T22:47:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New American Classic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Last real day of spring break, hah, so sad. I think I had a good spring break, except for a few things... Like...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my knee, again. I had to wear my brace and put ice on it then heat for almost three hours. The brace I wore almost all day except for when we went shopping. That was a stupid idea, I should have just left it on. I could barely walk the whole day and still my parents think the best way for the pain to go away is to just deal with it. In their minds it's a no doctors needed thing. My knees been like this since November, I think that calls for a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;Another fight with Adam last night, well actually I'm not sure if I should call it that. It was more of me telling him something, then him freaking out and then me giving him a piece of mind which turned out to be extremely harsh and so on. He's just once again worried about me doing something that in his words, "You'll regret later." Too bad I haven't done anything and I didn't say I was going to. &lt;br /&gt;There was another bad thing but I'm not typing that, I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today. I got up and watched All I Want. I love that movie, it's darling. Another independent film. I'm not sure if Mandy Moore should have been in it but whatever, I still like it and she kind of fades out towards the end. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much besides that. I'm going out tonight with my Dad. I think Graham is coming home tomorrow too, fun stuff. Anyway, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>jimmybeets @ 2005-04-22T13:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T17:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T17:02:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Little Devotional - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;This was a conversation with me and Will last night. I wasn't sure whether or not I should put it in, but it's in his LJ soooo I figured I'd post it too haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: hey, so; Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: oh right &lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i hate him&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: and The Terrible Influence, haha&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: The Terrible Influence?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: ...&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: seriously, the Harry Potter books...&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: along with the production of the Lord of the Rings movies&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: ooooh&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: Lord of the Rings confuses me&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: have left a deep, deep gash in Fantasy literature forever&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: but harry potter, every book is the same making him out to be the little victimized hero&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: indeed; and i apparently look like him&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: haha no&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i don't think so &lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: awesome&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: indeed&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ok, the gash&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: mhm&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: L.O.T.D. and H.P., both of which being "epics" blown completely out of proportion...&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: lord of the rings wasnt all that bad, more boring than anything&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: but harry potter, its so repetitive and everyone around him is just eh&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: have caused the majority of fantasy writers to ALWAYS write sequels and sequels and SEQUELS to what could've been a good book&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: yeah why do they think they need sequels?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: is it like impossible to leave it to the reader to think of what happened after the end?&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: well, the greats don't, the real ones i mean&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: ok&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: like Neil Gaiman and Gene Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: if they write a sequel, it is #@*#ing good&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: when they write a book, they write it with the intention of it being one book&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay, keep in mind i dont tend to read fantasy&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i'm more in to the whole heres reality so take it type thing&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ok, analyze Harry Potter, the one everybody knows about no matter WHAT&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: yes?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay, well the first one was good, the second one was okay and then it was just all down hill&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i couldn't make it through the third one, it made me sick&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: she never changes the plot when you think about it&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: mmm&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: voldemort comes back to harry in some way and wants to just kill him again&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: its alllll about revenge and everything of the sorts&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i hate it&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: you either kill him or you leave him alone&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: thats how its going to work&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: i am enjoying your perspective, friend&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: you arent going to attempt to murder the stupid kid for his whole time in school and then just end it, just kill him&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i mean its what the whole series is about, him defeating voldemort, but it NEVER happens outside of his school&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: so when he gets out of school it'll be over and hopefully he'll be dead and then we wont have to suffer through anymore of those horrid books&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ahaha&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i know its mean but hey, its harry potter&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: i don't deny the series is dragged out&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: it really is, how much more can jk rowling do with him?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: he has nothing&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: nothing&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: nothing&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: just kill him off and get it over with&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: and she's using clear SUB-PLOTS and making them FULL PLOTS in stories!!&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: exactly!&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: and shes making MILLIONS!&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: swimming in caviar&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: how horrible is that, meanwhile theres probably ONE book with ONE ending that is wayyyyy better than her stupid harry potter bull shit&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: and her climaxes are PURELY cinematic&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: its like her books are written to be made in to movie scripts&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: the climax is supposed to accent the stories progression and it's theme, the growth of the character, and for 2 books straight and an upcoming 3rd, she just kills somebody&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: exactly, she's horrible and somehow everyone is liking dropping to their knees and throwing money at her feet while her book just rises on the new york bestsellers list&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: like*&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ok, we need to be careful here; if we're going to insult half the world's favorite book(s) our backing needs to be clear and concise&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: so then let's do that&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: admitting to her good points is important, otherwise our criticism appears all the more... frivolous&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: before we do that though&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: yes?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: what in hell was she thinking when she killed off his parents, then sent him to his aunt and uncles that resented him and put him under the freakin stair case?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: oh and pracitcally make him a slave, can't forget that&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ooh, watch it friend&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: what?&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: that's not bad writing, it's actually a famous style&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: so, we'll get to her good points, i suppose, mostly so i can explain this style&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay, swell&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ok, well im just learning about this new style (it's history, i mean) but apparently some of the greats in writing, especially in fantasy, focus on characters firs&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: *first&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: a character is created, then the character is put into a situation, and things occur from there&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: the author of this kind of style just writes until he or she is... done&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay, sounds like what i do&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: hold on, i have to do something, but ill be back and we will deff continue this again &lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: awesome&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay, back&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: right, well, character stories basically, yes?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: yes&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ok, well one guy particularly famous for this a guy named... i dunno, actually. I'm just learning about this&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: okay&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: anyway, he takes this good, strong, teenage fighter(soldier-in-training)&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: mhm&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: and puts him in the worst situation&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: he, along with a bunch of others, must gaurd a huge ice wall, because if it's ever breached enemies from the other side would swarm his land&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: so this good kid ends up with a job for ex-criminals, knights-gone-bad, the scurge of the land&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: obviously not nice people&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: mhm&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: they fight for a job, they fight when angred, they fight for fun&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: the kid, in this situation, starts to harden up, and along the way becomes a better fighter&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: the character made, the situation in place, this guy wrote until he's done, and now one of my favorite artists looks up to his work&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: hm&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i still think that harry potter was more planned out &lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: well im sure this other guy had an ending in mind&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: but he didn't span it over 7 @#$*ing books&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: yeah, except jk rowling had like 12 &lt;br /&gt;pret 021: exactly haha&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: not 12, Lord of the Rings had 12 endings, and that was just in the 3rd movie&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: and now the whole world of Fantasy writing is even more FUCKED due to the Chronicles of Narnia being made into movies&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: i liked those books though&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: we can leave thouse alone hahah&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: soon you will hate them&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: no lie&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: they will be blown out of proportion&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: maybe&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: but you must admit, the books were good&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: only read the first one, didnt know about the others&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: i loved it, anyway, but that's not the point&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: Chronicles of Narnia is about to get a whole new fanbase&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: I swear to god it's going to be back on the bestseller list...&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: but what if the movies are just as good as the books?&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: because of the movie coming out&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: oh of course it'll go back on to being a bestseller&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: that's WRONG&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: oh ha sorry i see what you meant&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: well yeah it is wrong in a way but what if the people that wanted the book because of the movie end up loving the book?&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: wait, that doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: does it?&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: they'll love the book BECAUSE of the movie!&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: some of Lord of the Rings "BIGGEST FANS" haven't even read the BOOK&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: haha true&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: and now a similar uprising is about to appear in multitude&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: they shouldn't make movies out of books then&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: exactly right&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: they are two different mediums&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: do you know the movie legally blonde?&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: i do&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: that was a book&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: before the movie&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: so was this, that, and the other movie&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: yeah but legally blonde was stupid to begin with so it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: im not saying some movie-book or book-movie transitions haven't worked&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: yeah&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: like peter pan!&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: but when something like lah-chuh-ff-kuh-fft&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: ...&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: book, then play, then movie...&lt;br /&gt;pret 021: sorry, i had to put it in lol&lt;br /&gt;MaybeGodis7: I'm going for a walk</content>
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    <title>La La La La</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T20:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T20:58:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Set Phasers to Stun - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I couldn't come up with anything better but that for the subject line, but being as this was quite a boring day, I have an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 9, I have no idea why. I did the usual, took a shower, got ready and all that. But of course I was home alone with no where to go and nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, it was okay. It was a bit weird, but what was I really expecting? Indie movies are usual a bit out of the ordinary. &lt;br /&gt;After that I just kind of got bored and it got to me, not like, "Hmm, I should call someone," bored but, "I need to get out of here and just leave." Bored. So I did. I rode my bike for 5 miles. It was okay. For back roads though, there is an amazing amount of cars... I almost did more than 5 miles but I didn't feel like it, my head was starting to hurt and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home, I took somewhat of a cold shower just because I felt like it anddddd that's all soooo, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Survey Thing</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T15:05:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T15:08:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Union - Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
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title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;Basics&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Full name&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Sarah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Nicknames&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Wri, Fae, Roxi, Fatty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Age&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Current location&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;CT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Nationality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;American&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hair color&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eye color&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Height&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5" 6'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Weight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I think 120 lbs. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Grade in school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Righty/Lefty/Ambidextrous&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Righty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Zodiac sign&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Cancer?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-Family-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Parents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yeah, my mom and dad. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Siblings/only child&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;1 Brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many brothers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many sisters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;None&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many cousins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Uhhh, more than 4?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you met your great-grandfather&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-Favorites-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Food&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Sushi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Iced Coffee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cereal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fruit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Pears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Candy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Candy Necklaces, Starburst&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Creme Brulee, fancy stuff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Color&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Light Blue or Light Pink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sport&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Hockey, Lacrosse, Running... If you consider it a sport?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Animal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Chinchillers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Store&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Delia's, AE, Hot Topic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Letter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Number&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;3, and 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Day of the week&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Tuesday or Sunday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Season&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Spring&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Halloween, and not because of the free candy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yoko Hama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Computer font&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Arial?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Type of music&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Emo, Punk, stuff like that.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Singer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Adam Lazarra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Band&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Song&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Mosh Pit Part 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Radio station&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I don't listen to the radio much...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tv show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Viva la Bam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tv channel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Don't have one?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Peter Pan!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Actor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Jeremy Sumpter, Charlie Sheen, Johnny Depp, Richard Gere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Actress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Comedian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Uhmmm, anyone from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Book&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;The Burn Journals, God Shaped Hole, The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Website&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Magazine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Haha, uhm, no idea.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Board game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Candy Land!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Quote&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;"Well it's love, make it hurt." - Taking Back Sunday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Place to be&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Outside, at night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Vacation spot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Puerto Rico was nice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;School subject&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Teacher at school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Mr. Ongley&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-At The Moment-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are you wearing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Jeans, A Blue Tee-shirt and a scarf as a belt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you listening to music&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you chatting online&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What time is it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;10:55 AM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats the date&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Uh, April 20th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you wearing make-up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you wearing jewelry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you eating anything&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you happy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Confused&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;About one thing, but it's not important at this moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Suicidal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Haha, uh, not today.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lonely&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hyper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-This or That-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Coke/Pepsi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Pepsi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rock/rap&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Rock...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;MTV/VH1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;VH1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tv/radio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;TV, the radio is a pain.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Phone/computer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Phone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tv shows/movies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Movies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Summer/winter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Spring/fall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Spring, sometimes Fall though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Coffee/tea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sour/sweet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Haha, sweet. Caitlin would know why I hate sour things haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Chocolate/vanilla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Day/night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sun/moon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Book/magazine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Red/blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Singing/dancing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Singing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dog/cat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Jeans/sweats&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Jeans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Chevy/Ford&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Chevy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Adidas/Nike&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Halloween/Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;lake/ocean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Blonde/brunette&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Brunette&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hug/kiss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-Do You...-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smoke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No, but I have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I have before.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Swear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Occasionally.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Wear glasses/contacts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have braces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have any nicknames&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Play sports&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Not for my school or anything.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Play an instrument&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Somewhat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have any tattoos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have any peircings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Wear make-up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;A bit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Talk a lot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Haha, depends who I'm talking to.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Talk to yourself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eat a lot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Speak more than one language&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Somewhat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have a crush&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Like to sing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I love to sing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Think you've been in love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Keep a journal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have a cell phone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Like your handwriting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;A bit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Give good advice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Get good grades&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Want to go to college&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have any secrets that no one knows&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have any regrets&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-Have You...-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smoked&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I have before.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I have before.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been high&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I have before.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Broken the law&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so, how did you do it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Just little things, no worries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stolen something&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been in a car accident&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been on a train&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been in an airplane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been out of the country&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cried over a movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lost something extremely important&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes, many times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Passed out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had to wear a cast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gotten a cavity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been on a roller-coaster&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Met a celebrity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been in a mosh-pit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Written a note backwards&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had your first kiss yet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gone camping&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Skipped school/cut classes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes, who hasn't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Written a poem/song&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-Do You Believe In-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;God&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Not in the usual way.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kind of.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Devil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Yourself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Miracles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;A bit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ghosts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Mhm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Aliens&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Magic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Mhm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Of course! (No)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;See above.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tooth Fairy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;See wayyy above.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Astrology (horoscopes)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Love at first sight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Luck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Karma (what goes around, comes around)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-The Last-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Song you listened to&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Set Phasers to Stun - Taking Back Sunday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Movie you watched&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Spanglish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CD you bought&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Number One Fan, Mae&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Person that called you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Will&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Person that IMed you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Thing you laughed at&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kim and her Tinkerbell lover.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Time you showered&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Like an hour ago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Time you brushed your teeth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Like an hour and 20 minutes ago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Time you cried&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Uhm, a few weeks ago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Time you slept&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Last night?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Thing you ate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Uhm, girl scout cookies last night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;-Friends-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Funniest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Craziest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kevin, Tina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smartest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dumbest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Haha, uhm Adam at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Blondest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Outgoing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Evil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Anyone that I currently hate, you should all know who those people are!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Loveable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Hm, Tina?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kindest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;All of them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Quietest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Will, a few others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Talkative&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Tina, Caitlin, Kim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Shortest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tallest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Bryce&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Prettiest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Honest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Adam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Biggest flirt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Knows everything about you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin, Adam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Knows little about you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;A few people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drama queen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Tina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Best for advice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kim, Caitlin, Adam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Best listener&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Spoiled&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Athletic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin, Connor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Oldest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Will&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Youngest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Connor, Chip&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bitchiest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Heather&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Mature&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Will &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Immature&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Adam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most talented&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;A few of them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Klutz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Tina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most siblings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gets along with everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Uhm, no idea.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Known longest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most recent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Will&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tagging</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T03:30:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T03:30:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Another Word for Desperate - Straylight Run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I was up so late last night, it was unbelievable. I went to bed around 2. I was talking to Adam from like 11:30 to a little past midnight, it was nice. We talked about his new girlfriend and then everything that I have going on. He asked about Connor, and then he let me ask a bunch of things about Alison. She seems good for him, I'm glad he's going out with her, it's definetely better for him than him going out with Crystal or Kristta... Wow that was a bit mean but I guess it was a good talk.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much today, I woke up really late since I was up so late. Then I went to my mom's store and tagged a bunch of things. I got to use this little gun type thing, it was sweet. I almost like tagged myself a few times though, that would have been an interesting happening. I made money though, so it 'twas good.&lt;br /&gt;After that I came home and watched Spanglish and just hung out. And now I'm here, not really doing much. I'm tired though. And now I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah</content>
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    <title>Bored Bored Bored</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T04:39:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T04:39:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigar.&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a joint&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car ( rode in a stolen car )&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love &lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped &lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight &lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of my parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend &lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;( ) skipped school &lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die &lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on one of your myspace friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Canada &lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(x) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone in person from the internet &lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by &lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding &lt;br /&gt;( ) cheated while playing a game &lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled &lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed &lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) petted a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light&lt;br /&gt;(x) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night  &lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look &lt;br /&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud &lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost &lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;( ) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep &lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers &lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins &lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls when you were younger &lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose &lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain &lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun rise with someone you care about &lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party &lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey &lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) screamed PENIS in public&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food &lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them, it was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) have/had a little black dress. &lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader(wanted to be)&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel &lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;(x) didn't take a shower for a week, well almost, like 5 days, I was sick the whole time and barely got out of bed&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say &lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on &lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're beautiful by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) broken a bone, sprained&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused &lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it &lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned someone &lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;( ) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name?&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept naked &lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair?&lt;br /&gt;( ) grown a beard&lt;br /&gt;( ) belong to the KKK&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with your bf / gf</content>
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