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  <title>Anthony's Tube Sock - o so sexy.</title>
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  <updated>2005-07-15T06:58:17Z</updated>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-07-15T00:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T06:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T06:58:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">laddy laddy laddy la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got done with a 13 hour day...only 2 more to go for this week. yahoo, let's fuckin celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that i am counting down the days till college? (35 days, 5 hours, 7 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that i havent looked at the stars for the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that i feel like a fucking pack mule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate working this much, i miss people. and i feel guilty for spending the time that i'm NOT working, resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terribly lonely, and depressed. i hate that. and my only consolation is seeing a good john wayne movie on AMC or freaking typing on a damn computer. fuck that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, it'll all be over soon. And i guess this restraunt/Keva juice job thing inspires me even more to do well in college, so that i never have to work this job again. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its purpose. This is mine for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a very bipolar entry. i hope everyone is ok, and having a good summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me if you wish, we'll do lunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-06-21T01:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T07:12:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T07:12:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound....of silence. literally. there aint no s&amp;g here</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow, since i haven't written on this thing in a while, i guess i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i can't think of anything to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that the time where i used this thing the most was the time when i was the most stressed. It helps me to write things down and sort them out tangibly, so maybe that's what i was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is kicking my butt i feel like an old freaking lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurt&lt;br /&gt;my arms hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ma bout to kick a girl at my work's ass becasue she is the biggest bitch i have ever met. if she cusses in my direction one more time, i swear to god i'll lose it. and i'm liz - i never lose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black lady dishwashers hate me. I always say hello to them because seriously, i appreciate their dish-washing skills. but supposedly, they mock me and my white ass every time i leave. it makes me sad. I CAN"T HELP BEING FRIENDLY. see, they are the racist ones there. it kinda pisses me off how we have to be SO politically correct to black people while they are the most anti-white people ever. it kills me. i'm not saying i want to be like, shut the fuck up you black bitch, but seriously. it's injustice. hahah, and i can tell RIGHT now NO ONE is going to sympathize with me on this one. Excuse me, the Civil War is over, it's time to forgive and forget stupid dishwasher ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better. hahaha that's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ass hurts on this fucking retarded wicker chair. i hate wicker. it leaves imprints on your thighs. yeah, it does. believe me. and it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-05-17T10:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T16:55:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T16:55:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Star Trek. I HATE this movie.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=13545"&gt;"Which Victoria's Secret Angel are you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz3/13545/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gisele Bundchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are nice, trendy, and love to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiiiinteresting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is my last day for my PPCC class which is quite amazing, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm more depressed now that their isn't school. is that weird? i'm just naturally social, yet naturally lazy. so that means i yearn to be social but i am too lazy to coordinate it. what a screwed up situation hahaha. anyways, anyone who wants to hang out just call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>BACKSTREET'S BACK......ALRIGHT!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-08T19:04:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-08T19:04:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>GUESS????!!!!!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am so excited , my sister and i compiled the best backstreet songs and we are making a kickass CD out of it....who wants one??? Don't all rush at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally want to rally for the boy bands to come back....i am so sick of rap. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;br /&gt;BackStreet Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songlist:&lt;br /&gt;1. The One&lt;br /&gt;2. Everybody (Backstreet's Back)&lt;br /&gt;3. Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;4. The Answer to Our Life&lt;br /&gt;5. Shape of My Heart&lt;br /&gt;6. The Call&lt;br /&gt;7. Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely&lt;br /&gt;8. Larger Than Life&lt;br /&gt;9. I Want it That Way&lt;br /&gt;10. All I Have to Give&lt;br /&gt;11. Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)&lt;br /&gt;12. More Than That&lt;br /&gt;13. We've Got It Goin' On&lt;br /&gt;14. The Call (Remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good! i love doing the whole "sing in the car" thing and this is the perfect CD for it! If you want one (who wouldn't) just let me know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>Hallo!</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T00:43:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T00:43:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>what the hell is this? EWW COUNTRY why is this on my itunes?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ahem, so yes i know i haven't written on this thing for a couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who hasn't been put on my friend's list and want to be (ahem sara) please reply to this and i'll get that done. I'm extremely sorry...i am so bad at LJ upkeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 11 more days of Cheyenne Mountian. i am about to like, explode in excitement. Damn AP test tomorrow though, seriously those things are like, the offspring of el diablo. glad i never have to take one of those again after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Meet the Parents today in my CAD class and i seriously can't handle that movie. I feel so fucking bad for ben stiller!! i can't help it!!! it drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are freaking freezing right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am only writing because i am procrastiating on cleaning my basement. Damnit i hate the process of house showings. i just want someone to freaking buy my freaking house so i can stop freaking cleaning the freaking basement! hahaha. that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister problem is going well, she is now in Bend Oregon hopefully having a good time. Its all for the best, and i just needed to get out my feelings before i imploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hop tonight - i'm excited, we are in the middle of cleaning up our routine (making sure everyone is doing the same thing) and its a kickass workout. No one belives me when i say that. But seriously, that class is like, cool looking aerobics. without the step thing. and with better music. I seriously want to take like, 80s aerobics, i think that'd kick booty. Like, side ponytails adorned with mulit-colored scrunchies and neon leotards with clashing neon leggings. And like, Richard Simmons. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...i'll talk to you all later, hopefully you are all doing well but in case you aren't i wish you well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-03-31T20:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T04:25:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T04:25:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Brothers Cazimero (hawaiian)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What is it with the end of senior year?&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is frazzled and not able to handle outside stimuli&lt;br /&gt;let alone what is churning inside them&lt;br /&gt;like a whirlpool sucking people in&lt;br /&gt;Someone pulled the plug and we're all going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten to the point where state of mind doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;cuz the mind has clocked out&lt;br /&gt;and finding a replacement is proving itself to be too difficult to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i still feel like i'm on top.&lt;br /&gt;That i can last till the end&lt;br /&gt;Though exhausted and weakend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day&lt;br /&gt;when i just held my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;and frantically shook it side to side no &lt;br /&gt;when the brain was on overload&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was over-reacting&lt;br /&gt;i knew i needed to stop&lt;br /&gt;the display of emotion was disturbing to her&lt;br /&gt;but it was the first time for a while that i had no constraints&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like a little child&lt;br /&gt;naked and helpless, unable to control her words&lt;br /&gt;the suspicion and repression has gotten to me&lt;br /&gt;i have finally cracked&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't wait for a hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better. Hahaha. I like "stream of conciousness" stuff...really liberating. Anyways, i don't know, i'm kind of bothered by the fact that all of my friends seem as if they are at the end of their ropes. I wish i could help, but i definitely can't even hold on to my own damn rope. I like ropes. hahaha. anyways, i definitely pray for everyone that feels lonely and confused, depressed and hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like praying. I don't know, i'm not a bible beater or anything but i do believe in God, or Buddha, or whatever. At least i like believing it. It has really always gotten me through bad times...thinking there is someone who is willing to listen no matter what the time or place. It's comforting, even though i understand that it may just be all in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got into Cornell. It really suprised me, actually, i was definitely trying not to get my hopes up. I think that's where i am going to go...let's pro and con shall we? hahaha i am listening to "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit and it's making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;Good School&lt;br /&gt;Great name for job resume purposes&lt;br /&gt;My family can afford it&lt;br /&gt;In New York&lt;br /&gt;In suburban/rural new york - i suck at street smarts&lt;br /&gt;a university - so in case i change my major i can without having to transfer&lt;br /&gt;Big- lots of people to meet who are all smart&lt;br /&gt;Lots of different subjects to study&lt;br /&gt;Beutiful campus, especially in the summer/fall months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Really big - could feel overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;Far away from a big city&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY COLD WINTERS&lt;br /&gt;damn far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last con is kinda hypocritical i know. seriously, i do love my family.No matter how much crap they pull...like my 13 year old sister calling me shitface in front of friends and el boyfriend, despite my mother always thinking that i am off in a bush somewhere fucking el boyfriend, despite being treated as the chauffer, i love them. And most likely, i will miss them. I will most DEFINITELY miss my dad though. I wish he could move to New York...like in Syracuse or Hamilton or soemthing a couple hours away but still somewhat close. He's my rock of strength, i will have to see how i do without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am done being boring...i'll sleep now. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-03-13T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T03:48:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T03:48:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Exploder - Audioslave</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, nothing really cool has happened lately, but i decided i'd talk just for the heck of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told the sub in my PPCC class (an ex LAPD officer, African American, about 60 years old) that i was going to mexico for spring break he warned me, gently, "You betta watch out, you be a young, white female, you'll be kidnapped." It alarmed me for a sec, untill i remembered i'd be at an all inclusive resort. Then the class attested that no way in hell would i be kidnapped, i'd talk the mexican to death and he'd say, "O good lord, callate! ok,  just...leave. run...please." hahaha it made me laugh, but i don't really think i talk that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am taking a break from my online government course. I hate this. o well, i only have like, 3 more lessons. which is good. god i suck, i have nothing else to say. hahaha. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, i do have one thing...Sadies was really fun. Ok, i'm done. hahah, adios all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-03-03T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T05:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T05:17:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1099478073sandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sandy&lt;/b&gt;. You are an easygoing idealist.  You follow your own internal values and also know how to have a good time.  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you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow guys it has been forever, and it brought back so many memories to read everyone's entries. I was sad to see though that most everyone had sad stories and thoughts to share, hopefully, for everyone's sake, those will fix themselves and leave everyone better off, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that my last entry was one of intense anger. Hahaha, i think i was menstruating or soemthing that day because it really wasn't as big of a deal as i made it out to be. My relationship right now seems flawless, and i really couldn't ask for more. But, that's boring and i won't dwell on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i can't believe we only have something like 50 days left of school. Where has this year gone? It seemed to me like a rug swept out from under my feet, that sent me sprawling forward with no idea where i am going to land. Right now my cat is pushing her face into mine and it made me laugh. She's the cutest little thing (actually to describe her as "little" is misleading, she's a HUGE cat) and i love her to death. I AM GETTING SO EXCITED FOR COLLEGE!!!!!! (right now i am listening to "Mack the Knife" performed by Louis Armstrong, a classic, classic song i recommend it for everyone). Ok, LIST TIME!!! I love lists - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleges Applied To (yes i do comprehend that this doesn't interest anyone but myself but hey! life is for livin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California College of the Arts(San Fransisco, CA): Accepted - i love those californians - easy going and accepting. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island School of Design (Providence, RI):  First Week of April&lt;br /&gt;Parsons School of Design (New York, NY): about 3 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Syracuse University (Syracuse, NY): Any Day Now&lt;br /&gt;Cornell University (hahaha yes i know it was a longshot - Ithaca, NY): Early April&lt;br /&gt;George Washington University (Washington DC): Late March/Early April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see what i got into. They are all equal in my eyes so i don't know i'll be fine with whatever. I WANT TO GET OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE, is that such a crime?</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-01-18T09:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T17:07:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T17:07:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Laura, you are so welcome for the dirty magnets, i knew you would use them for good and not evil. Haha. Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this pathetic? i have already planned my 3 month/Valentine's Day gift to him and its a month away. Hahaha. I like planning, i can't help it! And its something i need to buy tickets for so i think i have justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick this kid in my class is bending over and he has the most digusting boxers on ever. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's looking at dirty stuff on the computer. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Cosmo the other day and they were saying that you could tell a guy's personality by the shape of their ass. It was pretty damn true, but SERIOUSLY who would think of that? there was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple shaped ass (fleshier on top and then tapers on bottom) - can't remember what that one meant&lt;br /&gt;square ass (he has a square ass, pretty self explanitory) - he's assertive and gets what he wants&lt;br /&gt;bubble ass (really round all over) - he's a playa and extremely social&lt;br /&gt;high ass (it sits high on the back and there's kindof a shelf when he sits down) - he's shy and sensitive but a lover once you get to know him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it was weird but amusing. Guys, figure out who you are by your ass shape. Its all the rage, beleive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my senior paper is kicking my ass. I love the book, (The Importance of Being Earnest) but seriously i have no idea what i am doing. o well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios! Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2005-01-10T09:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-10T16:58:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-10T16:58:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Super Mario Music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HELLO EVERYBODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to talk to you all again, i really have missed the LJ crowd. Its weird though, the most free time i have, the less i post on here. I don't know i am never bored. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A B IN MY PPCC MATH CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to exhault the Lord at the top of my lungs but i think the rest of my CAD class wouldn't appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had the weirdest dream last night that i can't get out of my head. If anyone want to interpret it for me please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - It starts with me in my storage room. All of a sudden, when i am looking for something, i see this stuffed animal that i have never seen before. All of a sudden it blinks, and i realize its a HUGE RAT. I like, freak out interally becasue i don't know what to do. All of a sudden it starts talking to me. Its a girl and her voice is really deep and rich and semi evil but she's speaking really civilly to me but all i can think about is how to kill it becasue i know that she will do harm. All of a sudden my beloved cat jazmine leaps at her throat, although the rat is significantly bigger than her. In my dream i am so torn becasue my cat was trying her hardest but the rat gave me a look like, "is this the best it can do?" and i wanted jazmine to kill it but i know she couldn't. so i grabbed a sack and somehow god the rat in it. All of a sudden the rat went rigid and i was desperate for a way to kill it to i hit the sack againt a pillar over and over but it wasn't dying and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my god i was so freaked out this morning it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i quit my job. For two reasons. One, because i hated it. Two, becasue they moved out of the citadel and there isn't a lovesac in CO Springs at the moment. I am debating on finding a new job, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad broke his leg ice skating last weekend. Its really sad becasue i know that if the same thing happened to me, the worst i would have done would be to hairline fracture my tibia, but my dad's clean broke in half. Its another sign of his aging and it scares me. I persuaded him to come back to our house so we could take care of him and he didn't have to be alone. He protested, but then gave in. He went back to denver today. It horrible to see him with crutches, floundering. My dad has always been the strong one, maybe its a reflection of how he's feeling inside. What a depressing paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating has almost made me doubt myself more. Its horrible i hate thinking about it. I think, what if he's bored with me? What if i'm annoying him when i call him? Stupid shit like that and its relaly irritating because i never "What if" stuff. But o well, i guess i'll just take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend in Denver has become the snottiest, controlling bitch and i really need to stop talking to her for like, a couple months or i will most definitely lose my temper. Ok i just had to say that thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, EVERYONE NEEDS TO COME TO THE CHEYENNE VS RAMPART HOCKEY GAME TONIGHT AT 8PM AT SERTICH. Its pathetic, everytime i go there is NO ONE there. and there is NO excuse not to go. NO excuse. ok well, i'm exaggerating but PLEASE come. I'll give you....a....penny. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well it was lovely to catch up with myself (haha) and i hope to hear form you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;lt;3~Liz~&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-12-09T11:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T18:12:49Z</published>
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    <lj:music>guys talking about snowboarding.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ec362b"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#4c4805"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#7f1900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff3f55"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#7f1900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=funkymonk88"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/funkymonk88/"&gt;funkymonk88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean. I don't even know. O WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so i haven't been writing for the past like, month. Sorry, i missed all you livejournal people, since most of you i never get to talk to in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going pretty well for me - i have the best grades i've had since freshman year, my boyfriend is my best friend and just my knight and shining armor :)!!!!, and Christmas is on its way here and i am excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Senior year is halfway done. Crazy. For some reason i never thought i would reach this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if everyone can comment on this and tell me exactly what's been going on with them and their loved ones, because i feel really detached from, for example, laura, brittany, robby....so if you could please just tell me what's up i'd appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a marvelous day, full of sunshine and happiness. hahahahaha. Adios!!&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-25T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-26T02:08:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-26T02:08:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My dad breathing deeply while lsitening to the news.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So i am definitely sitting in my dad's hotel in sunny Cali. Its a nice hotel - La Estancia de La Jolla. Very Hispanic architecture, really pretty area. I kinda miss everyone though - as much as i love my outrageous aunt and uncle and my dad and sisters - it pisses me off that this whole damn break i'll have no time to hang out with anyone. O well, i am getting a massage, manicure, pedicure and facial tomorrow so i shouldn't be complaining. And i just had really good thanksgiving food so yeah. I read a 200 page book in three hours today - it was pretty good. It was for Human Geo though. Crime and Punishment is still daunting so i'll have to wait for a day where i feel like being depressed. Russia is a depressing place. That's what i think. I watched A Little Princess this morning and i cried. Damn me and my easily moved tear ducts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah today i was working out in the hotel gym and the only machine left was the damn eliptical that you hold onto the bars while you are working out and they move with your feet - yeah. I definitely screamed when i fell off - o well it gave the other people a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating so much in the past two days - i'm like an animal that feels like tyhey will never be fed this well again - i swear to god today and yesterday combined i have eaten as much as i usually eat in a week. Its disgusting. hahaha. O well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much right now - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-22T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T18:10:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to California on wednesday for thanksgiving. I am so excited - my dad scheduled a Spa Day at his hotel down there for me and i am so excited to be HEALTHY. I love good skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are seeing my favoirte Aunt and Uncle - the only ones on my dad's side - they are hilarious. My aunt is a dyed blonde with long, red fingernails, a seamstress and she owns a horse ranch. One of my most vivid memories of her is one time when i was staying with her we went to the grocery store to get chcien and she was talking to the meat guy behind the counter and she scratched her head with her long, red figrenails and you could just hear them scraping the scalp. It was really funny. My mom hates her becasue she hates my mom so its just good ol family fun all around. My sisters are scared of her though which also makes me laugh - she's so kickass its awesome. When we were little she'd let us watch like, PG-13 movies and she would say, "Shhh...don't tell your mother". She was so fucking funny i am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am sad becasue i am going to be gone ALL of break and i can't hang out with anyone, let alone my boyfriend. :(. o well, there's always another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-18T10:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-18T17:44:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Agh i am turning into such a dependant person and its scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha TANGENT: the kid sitting next to me (Ryan) is so fucking funny i can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the main point: Dating him (no not ryan) is changing me already i can feel it. I'm just depending more and more on him and its such a strange feeling for me - i never depend on anyone but myself. and he's so good to me. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i have to go, this is pointless. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-14T21:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T04:08:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T04:08:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>forget myself - third eye blind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this weekend was officially awesome as all fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new, beautiful car and i feel all independant again. I love it. its a 2000 jeep grand cherokee, i love it. and it has a built in CD player. the lord is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something i wanted to happen happened, and happened quite well actually. and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i wanted to happen to sam happened at the same time my happening happened, which happened well as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i really don't feel like writing on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-09T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-10T04:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-10T04:06:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Take My Picture - Filter.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1462"&gt;"What Kind of Soul Do You Retain?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/1462/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an open heart and open mind and you chose not to let anyone get to you and the way you want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love quizes. they are so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O robby i really wish you all the luck in the world. Everything will be ok, i promise. Keep your heart open and you'll find another. and i will remember to call you next time when we have a foursome in motion, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah - the apathy is gone. which makes me really happy. i was starting to feel a little weird about it, but now i feel normal. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally did jack squat in my math class today. With every math class i take it intensifies the feeling of hating math. HATING. Every variable, every motherfucking summation makes me even more pissed off that i am learning something so useless as calculus. well, i guess PERSONALLY its worthless. I apprectiate those loyal rocket scientists who send millions of dollars into an infinite space while we have people starving on our streets every day. Sorry - i'm not a big fan of the space program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby sorry i was bitter when talking to you. I'm not a big fan of her. I was just really happy that YOU were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i miss him and i just can't stop myself from wanting to drive to his house and jump him. hahahahaha. o my god - he'd totally freak out if he knew that. o well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i tried to use the morse code to tell someone across the room something. It would ahve helped if i knew morse code. hahahaha. it was fun anyways - i was using a mini-stapler as my morse code medium. I think i annoyed the crap out of everyone else but hey who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting really impatient with my college applications. I know i have to do them, but i don't want to - so i don't and then i stress about it. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go clubbing. my hip hop dance instructor wants to put me in like, the highest level hip hop class. I really want to but i am nervous becasue i have only taken her class for like, 6 months while all the other girls have been dancing all their lives. AGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i hate it when girls compare their boyfriends. How annoying. Its like, "he's better than yours becasue he's more intellectual blah blah blah" and then the other one gets all defenseive and its just bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 0 well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love you all. time to say goodbye. GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-08T19:40:00</title>
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    <content type="html">he makes me laugh.</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-08T18:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-09T02:25:44Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Let Go - Frou Frou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am listening to Y Control by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I love them. Them and No Doubt are the only bands i like that have a girl singer. I suggest everyone else fall in love with them too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really confused about how i am feeling right now. I don't understand this feeling of apathy when really i am overjoyed. Its so strange. O well. Que Sera Sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always sang that song to me when i was little. I really like the whole idea of it - What will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those are the ones for me - the misfits, the freaks, the enemy - of you and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 interesting facts about yourself that most people don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Then tell others to do the same in their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always thought Ursula was the coolest Little Mermaid character.&lt;br /&gt;2. I would always pretend to be an Indian in my backyard where i would eat pine nuts that i found in pine cones and try and befriend animals. hahahahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was in love in 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't stand popping balloons&lt;br /&gt;5. My favorite color is red becasue my first friend's favorite color was red, his name was shane. I like that name a lot. But now it reminds me of my coworker, so its a synonym for pimp.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to eat cereal with juice instead of milk&lt;br /&gt;7. I hardly ever have nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hardly ever get jealous&lt;br /&gt;9. I love world music&lt;br /&gt;10. I've always wanted to be able to play the bagpipes. hahahahah o god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that took forever. hahaha. well everyone, goodnight. enjoy your evening. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-08T10:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T18:04:03Z</published>
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    <lj:music>silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1066614940" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What do people really think about you?&lt;br /&gt; by Raven319&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Liz" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Age" value="17" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="favorite song" value="Colorblind" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Parents think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;You&amp;#39;re an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Strangers think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;You have bigger boobs than Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Friends think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;You smell really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="Raven319"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1066614940"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahhaha. good GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is really good right now. I am really excited. My patience and hard work payed off and i got what i wanted. What a nice feeling. Wow, that sounded really bitchy in the context i was using it in. O well. I think sneior year has made me bitchier. It makes me sad to think so but its so hard not to succomb sometimes to the bitchiness of others which in turn makes you bitchy in your own defense. I hate how that works.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate girls and their dumbass drama. WHY, SERIOUSLY. Don't they have something better to think about, like their next hair appointment or pedicure? Give me a break. I hate people who create drama jsut for the heck of it. ok, "hate" is a little too strong of a word but o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the mood to type in this anymore. Adios!!&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-11-03T16:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T23:51:12Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Misfits - Third Eye Blind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">goodness gracious i am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they reach the "epiphany" you think they've already figured out they go to the opposite extreme of what they were doing before. Sorry that most likely doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their confusion in turn confuses me. Its a vicious cycle. I hate those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have made a marvelous breakthrough in a certian relationship between a couple friends, and it really does look promising. I love playing the role of "matchmaker", its quite rewarding. And i mean, not to sound extremely egotistical but this relationship would take a billion times longer to develop if i weren't involved. Hahaha. Timidity is such a curse in human attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it i am babbling. o well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of shit to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really really really really really good day. I really enjoyed it. I wish the same for everyone else as well. Of course, i haven't even gone to hip hop yet so multiply my elation by 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go crazy when you walk in the room&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself with the girl in bloom&lt;br /&gt;The taste of sex couldn't be too soon&lt;br /&gt;All afternoon then" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Forget Myself by Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve got me addicted to thrid eye blind. I love it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude i am retarded, this entry is not worth reading, i don't even think i will read it. God, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -Lovely Rita</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-10-31T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-31T06:51:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">god this hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is getting tighter an tighter around my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stop the bloodflow to my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can finally stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate caring.</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-10-29T11:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T17:16:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/montypythonrules/1041708747_uresdennis.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Dennis the Repressed! A political activist way ahead of your time. Everyone is always out to get you...but you&amp;#39;ll fight the dirty bastards to the death!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Dennis the Repressed! A political activist&lt;br&gt;way ahead of your time. Everyone is always out&lt;br&gt;to get you...but you'll fight the dirty&lt;br&gt;bastards to the death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/montypythonrules/quizzes/Which%20Monty%20Python%20%26%20the%20Holy%20Grail%20Character%20are%20you%20REALLY%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Monty Python &amp; the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahah o good god that was the funniest quiz i have ever taken. Imagine me, sitting in a silent room of computers and laughing really hard. Yeah - i got made fun of. but its ok cuz this quiz was worth it.</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-10-29T09:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T16:34:12Z</published>
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    <lj:music>The slow, erratic typing of my fellow students</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well well well, live journal time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the only reason i am typing this is because i am bored out of my mind in this class. I got the whole day's worth of assignments done in 15 minutes. That is pathetic. I guess it proves the whole "you are only as strong as your weakest link" thing becasue seriously for some people in this class, 2 hours and 30 minutes is not enough time to type and answer 15 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so hectic. Recently i have been misplacing random things in really really dumb places and wasting hours of my time serching for it. I left my calculator in the human geo room and spent and hour looking for it at my house. I left sam's cookies that i was holding for her in the damn library on the counter. Its like, my brain just decides not to notice these things that are right under my nose. I think that's why i ahve been getting in more driving accidents lately as well. My MasterDrive teacher told me i was an airhead but i never believed him - now i most definitely do. I find myself at my house and i don't remember the drive there becasue i was thinking about stuff. Damn it i am a pyscological mess. I say things that are so stupid and pointless and grammatically inncorrect and i don't even notice until i make myself reflect on what i said. So i mix up vowels and consonants in words when i speak to people just becasue i am actually thinkinga bout something totally different when i am talking to them. Isn't that a crying shame? And i jsut want to fix it but that means more effort and stress which equals a worsening condition so i just don't try it. O well. Wow, i am cynical. Which is really different for me because i have never considered myself cynical at all. I guess its just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think. My math test last night expended all of the strength my brain cells held for at least the weekend. I am trying to think of where to buy stuff for henna tattoos while i am typing all this shit. Damn, i proved my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i jsut not focused? Is it my fault or my enviornment's fault? I have no idea - i don't even want to think of the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while doing my Calc test however it really made me marvel at the complexity of the human brain. How it jumps from conclusion to conclusion and you think of things theat no one has ever told you but you have just figured it out from what you know in the world to be true. I find that amazing. I really value my brain. I am glad i'm not retarded, literally i mean. There was a mentally handicapped kid in the halls the other day and something was bothering him so he was kicking random walls really hard and then, when he saw his reflection in the mirror in the glass cases in our halls, he smashed his head against the glass over and over again. It reminded me of like, in movies when a person like Quasimoto sees his/her reflection in a puddle of water and then smash their hand in the puddle to disrupt the water and make reality go away. I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like happy trails. hahahaha, wow how random was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a kid in this class who i seriously would not mind fucking. He's really tan, naturally, with dark, dark hair and dark eyes. He has this amazing body and a smile that just blows me away. On top of that - he is probably one of the most chivalrous guys i have ever met. Like, i was sitting on the ground and i was standing up and he offered me his hand to help me. I, like a dumbfuck didn't understand until i was already up, and then i felt bad. But seriously - i mean that doesn't sound like that big of a deal but it really IS. it makes such a difference. But he's one of those guys that's really really goodlooking but doesn't dress well - like they wear nerdy fishing shirts and things that dont math - and wear birkenstocks with sweatpants that have elastic at the bottoms, like Justin Lawson. Wow, that's so scary cuz this kid's name is Justin Lawrence. CREEPY! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And he has amazingly chiseled features - *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cleavage is bustin out today - whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Perry in a cowsuit is my worst nightmare incarnate. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok someone needs to amuse me now so i can stop writing on this thing. Otherwise, all of you livejournal readers will get 2 hours worth of Liz's Thoughts - which are so erratic and random that it really can be confusing sometimes. Beleive me, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a relationship happen is SO HARD. I wonder if its THAT hard is it meant to be? Shouldn't stuff like that just HAPPEN? or maybe i'm just falling back into the whole Sleeping Beauty image of love - you are walking in a forest singing to brightly colored animated birds about your dream soulmate and then - all of a sudden - shazam he's dancing with you. That'd be awesome. I DO like that song though - "I know you, i walked with you once, upon a dream". Yes i do know all the words and yes, i do sing it in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up today was so funny i had to laugh at myself. I have 2 alarms go off in the morning - my stereo in my room jsut to subtley wake me up and then one in my bathroom down the hall that i turn up all the way so i HAVE to get out of bed bedcause i can't sleep with it blaring through the basement. Well, lately, from extreme exhaustion i have been staying in bed for like, 20 minutes after the bathroom alarm goes off. This morning though they played Destiny's Child "Lose My Breath" or whatever and my hip hop dance class did a combo to it do i like, jumped out of bed and danced all the way down the hall to my bathroom where i laughed at myself and turned on the shower. I woke up in an awesome mood this morning. Though it may not seem so i am still in a good mood. I love mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough of this for the moment. Adios amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-10-20T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T06:14:10Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Stone Temple Pilots</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The 20s were undoubtedly the greatest decade for fashion. Guys especially. Their clothes were tight jsut in the right places...and they were really pulled together. Gene Kelly I think was one of the sexiest men put on this earth. And fringe...god don't make me start. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a lot better. Kinda shocking, but better. I realized i am sending in my application in on monday. MONDAY. so that means my portfolio has to be done and photographed by tomorrow evening. TOMORROW EVENING. Do i have ten pieces? no. o well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to california on thursday. I cannot express how happy i am that i will be smelling the ocean. And having FRESH SEAFOOD. yum. And shopping...shopping blessed shopping...and math homework, english reading, and physics problems but none of that matters....i will be SHOPPING....and not int he citadel either. God i abhor that place. o well. I am done for now - goodnight everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Liz</content>
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    <title>funkymonk88 @ 2004-10-15T09:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-15T15:48:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">RIP Big Red</content>
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