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  <title>I got sunshine, on a cloudy day</title>
  <subtitle>When it's cold outside, I got the month of May.</subtitle>
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    <name>K.elly E4</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-10T12:53:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anticipationn:27991</id>
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    <title>Friends Only</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T12:53:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T12:53:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/blendfo2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entries from this point onward will be friends only. There are things that I don't want people to read. If you are already on my friends list, you won't notice a change. If you'd like to be, comment and ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-06-24T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T00:16:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T00:37:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All You Need is Love - The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't actually have anything to say, I just wanted to stick it to the man [ish] and say "Ha! I CAN write something more than once a month!" but I suppose saying just that doesn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about school- it's lame, but it's over, and I'm happy[ish]. I didn't really have any teachers this year that I was sad to leave. This is not to say that I had horrible teachers-- I most certainly didn't-- I just didn't bond with them as well as I did with some of my 10th grade teachers. So I suppose I'm hoping for the best next year; I already don't have the schedule I want, let's hope my teachers are half-way decent at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm redoing my room in 2-3 weeks so I spent all day hopping from place to place looking at beds, paint, carpet, etc. I guess it's good that I plan on staying in CT for college, otherwise this would all be a waste. We decided on &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/tidaltealswatch.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; color for the walls. It's actually a lot brighter in person [I have the color swatch next to me] so I blame the color on my monitor or the inaccuracy of the website. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Taste of Litchfield [basically, a "festival"ish thing in which local restaurants, etc, cater and people from all over come to display their skills/arts/whatever] yesterday and there was this really sweet band there. There were three people-- a guitarist, a guy playing upright bass, and another guy playing virtually everything else-- and they did a lot of jazz standards. The last guy, though, the one who did anything, was really talented. He did this trumpet/trombone sound thing completely with his voice and to be honest it sounded better than anyone in our band on their instrument. It was pretty sick. There was this little 3 or 4 year old girl who was standing in front of the band dancing; it was adorable. I went up and talked to the guitar player as they were packing up and we talked about music in general and where they got their music. I bought a CD so I guess all in all it wasn't a bad day. I also got chocolate with raspberries in it. OMG it's so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've exhausted my writing topics for today. Oh well. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: "&lt;i&gt;A team of biologists from Yale University and the University of Sheffield in England reported in April that some species of ducks have genitalia so complex that they provide the female with unusually effective mating control. Both the male and female sex organs are sort of corkscrew-shaped, but the female's spirals in the opposite direction, allowing her (in the event of rape or opportunistic, nonmating sex) to "lock down" her procreative organs. Only when the female relaxes, the researchers point out, can sperm approach her eggs.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks can be raped???</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anticipationn:27312</id>
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    <title>I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad...</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T14:46:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T14:48:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mad World - Tears for Fears</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So it's been a month or something like that since I last posted. I can't seem to bring myself to write anymore. I think, above all else, English class has taught me that I'm not a very good writer. My journal entries are all plot summaries; what has happened and what will happen. I don't have any interest in reading about what happened on March 17, or whenever. I don't have anything worth saying so I just don't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a weird slump the past couple of weeks, if the previous paragraph didn't make that apparent. I don't know what's been up with me. My moods seem to vary only between apathetic, angry, and upset. Maybe after all this school crap is over I'll feel better. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are finally over. I don't really care that much, actually. I guess it's because I haven't studied at all for the past three. I only care about one grade right now, and that's math. I put 13 hours of studying into that exam. If I don't get a B- or better, I swear on my life I'm going to punch someone in the face. I almost failed the whole thing by making two stupid mistakes. Half the test was multiple choice, and I answered the whole thing in the test booklet, not the scantron. I didn't notice until after the bell had rung. Then I almost skipped a whole page [reminiscent of my flipping midterm and my vectors test, both of which I lost 20 pts by skipping a page]. I noticed with 3 minutes left, said very loudly "Oh sh*t", and managed to plug everything into my graphing calculator within a minute. Thank you Rufus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, a few weeks ago I was really looking forward to summer. Now I'm not at all. Every summer prior to this I've had to baby-sit my brother; this year I don't, which is a plus for both of us, but it also means that I'm going to be alone all summer. Just me, my SAT books, and my doggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I got the results to both my SATs and ACT scores back. Considering AP classes prohibited me from studying *glares at Coach Jacobs and D-Libs* I did alright. Better than I was expecting, I guess. But I'm still taking them both again, so it doesn't matter. That's another 9 or so hours of my life wasted. God I hate tests. And grades. And school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so stupid. From the age of 5 [or in my case, along with other youngsters, 4] we're programmed to study study study, work work work. So we waste the first 10+ years of our life, and then spend the rest of it working too. It's just so stupid. Graekwj;elkrjw;elrkj [can anyone else tell that junior year got to me in a bad, bad way?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. Ha, it's funny, but this whole entry was about school. &lt;i&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt;, when I hate school more than anything? I guess no matter how much I say I don't care, I'm always going to be that tightassed little girl who stays up all night studying and doing work [not that it helps... at all. I'd be better off doing nothing.] Ughh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ranting guys. I didn't even intend to write anything in the first place. Peace gators.</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-05-19T11:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-19T15:28:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-19T15:28:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">English version of my spanish oral with Dan [&lt;b&gt;topic: an awkward situation using vocab words&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: *knocks on door*&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Hi Kelly, come in!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Hi! Why is there luggage here?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Oh, my family's here for two weeks. They arrived as soon as you arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Can I still sleep here tonight even though your family's here?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Of course, I have done this many times.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Ok... will it burden you?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: It's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;*several hours later*&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Are you ready to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Yes, but I have to change my clothes. Can I use your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Yeah, it's over there.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: *opens door* OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dan: What happened? What's the confusion?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: I thought I heard whispers coming from your family room, but they were in your bathroom! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Don't worry about it, they're not criminals. Wait for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: But Dannnnn! I saw your uncle NAKED!&lt;br /&gt;Dan: The infamies!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: I know right?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Let's make our beds and wait until they disappear from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Wait, who is lying in my bed?!&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Oh, that's my naked aunt. She is sleeping with us.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Really? Can we bribe her to leave?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: No, she has to sleep with you. She is going to sweeten your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: O...k.... *sleeps*&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Did you have a good night?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: That aunt of yours kept getting up and shouting about a revolution! She said that she was affiliated with a group that rose up against the government.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: I find that hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Yes, I couldn't wait for dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: They won't be here next time.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: There won't BE a next time&lt;br /&gt;*omgz dramatic ending*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances Sra. Glunt is going to give us a D for being inappropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add to this later when something interesting happens.</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-05-12T21:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-13T02:22:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-13T02:29:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The past few weeks have been absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our concert on Wednesday in the auditorium! It was interesting to say the least. We met periods 3 and 4 to rehearse as a whole band, and we sounded absolutely terrible. Haven Dance, which was played by the concert band, didn't even sound like music- it sounded a bit more like excessive drumming with a wee bit of dying dinosaur. Anyway, after concert band played, everyone else came on and we ran through Shenandoah. It's a really easy piece [or it should be] but it just didn't sound good at all. The rest of the songs continued on that trend: clearly underpracticed and cacophonous. We had jazz band period 7-3:00 ish, which luckily went a lot more smoothly. However, I had to sight-read &lt;a href="http://www.jwpepper.com/ram/2432417.ram"&gt;Manteca&lt;/a&gt; [which is actually a pretty cool song [and we sounded better than that recording], but I absolutely hated it that afternoon because it was driving me crazy] because I had missed the practices the previous week because of family obligations. It's not a hard song to play if you have half a brain, but I didn't notice it was in cuttime until halfway through.... imagine my utter confusion. So concert time comes: jazz band opens the show [if I'm not mistaken] and we sounded AMAZING. It was entertaining as well; I was trying to cue Chris in with my left hand [he had literally no idea how the songs went] while playing with my right- my brain doesn't work like that, teehee. The rest of the night was alright, but our sound quality deteriorated as the night went on. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we took the English AP! [I'm not really excited about that] I'm undecided about how it went [I've already been condemned to collegeboard hell because Dr. Libs made us talk about the essays and multiple choice] but I think we were as prepared as we could've been. Actually, no, let me rephrase that: we were as prepared for the &lt;i&gt;essays&lt;/i&gt; as we could've been. I really wish we had gone over the multiple choice more in class. We talked a lot about literary terms, and yet I can remember only one question that even pertained to terms. But anyway, it's over, it's done with, it's one less test I have to worry about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally last night was prom! I started it off in the wrong way, however.&lt;br /&gt;(in Chem class)&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Hey Kelly, what are you and Scott doing after prom?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably going to sleep.. *long pause, thinking about what I said* &lt;b&gt;Not together, not together!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig took delight in reminding me of that comment all day/night long (mid-way through prom: "Hey Kelly, looks like you've messed Scott up a bit already!). Anyway, it was a really fun night. A lot more fun than I expected [and I really [in general] don't like dances]. Scott and I matched perfectly! I was getting really worried right before he came because when I put the dress on, I realized the non-black part was a lot lighter than I had expected/told him, and I knew he had gone through a LOT of trouble to match the color I had told him. But it all worked out well, so that was cool. When we got there, there were all these confetti stars on the tables so I put them in Scott's hair [and he let me! Well actually at first he didn't, but then I scolded him] and made him all stardusty. Then, as expected, we danced a lot. I pulled Kristin in with us [since she didn't have a date and I didn't want her to feel left out] and we danced-- I think Scott was pretty shocked the first time this happened [the look on his face was priceless... kind of like &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/baby_tiger_surprised_face.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; if Scott was a tiger]. Then Steph and I started jumping around dancing to "Barbie Girl" and we [Steph, Kristin, Ellen, maybe someone else? and myself] formed a circle around Scott and Matt [Steph's date] and they.. kind of... danced or something in the center... it was weird but funny and amusing. In general it was a really cool night. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/prom/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Scott came... my mom went a little photo-happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/prom/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this picture was faked.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *puts corsage on*&lt;br /&gt;Scott's Dad: Ok Scott, now take it off.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: What?&lt;br /&gt;Scott's Dad: Take it off and put it back on.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/prom/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with having two people taking pictures who are standing nowhere near each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/prom/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's&lt;/i&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/prom/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to give this picture a caption, it would be "um, pickles, or whatever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/prom/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting in this one is wonkey- I guess it's not a good idea to stand under trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I feel like writing about now. Woo! Adios everyone.</content>
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    <title>Prepare for a knickers invasion!!!</title>
    <published>2007-04-25T01:19:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-25T01:49:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rrrrriiinnng*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, this is... Mr. Apples. Is Glenn there?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *silence* Aren't you forgetting something?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aren't you supposed to ask if I would like to leave a message?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Would you like to leave a message?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you have paper and a pen to write it down with?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I said, do you have paper and a pen to write it down with?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do. You. Have--&lt;br /&gt;Danny: --what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shouting* DO YOU HAVE PAPER AND A PEN TO WRITE IT DOWN WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you have--&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Oh I'll have to hang up so I can get some. *click*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, what??? No!&lt;br /&gt;*rrrriiinnnngggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, is Kathleen there?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you forgetting something?&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aren't you supposed to say, "would you like to leave a message?"&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Would you like to leave a message?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No thanks. Bye. *click*&lt;br /&gt;*rrrrriiiinnnnggggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Danny, it's Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you know the person on the other line, you should say "Hi, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;*rrrriiiinnnnggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, it's Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The sky, but you're supposed to ask "how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;*rrrriiiinnnngggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, it's Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What's new?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO ASK "HOW ARE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;*rrrrriiinnnngggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, it's Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Danny: What's up?&lt;br /&gt;ME: NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*rrrriiinnnnggggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi. It's Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hi, it's Danny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're supposed to say "How are you! How are you! How are you!" *click*&lt;br /&gt;*rrrrriiiinnnnggggg*&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: HI. It's Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;Danny: *pause* Hi, it's Danny. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: actual conversation was about 5 times as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told to update but I don't really know what to say. Life has become very routine (hm, can routine be an adjective? oh well) and I find myself doing the same things day in and day out. That's not to say that things have been bad, but just monotonous. I've had fun but nothing of monumental importance has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose one event of interest was going to "All About Us" at the Westport County Playhouse last week. The enjoyment was slightly diminished by the fact that I was still sick, but it was an entertaining play/musical nonetheless. And, as I learned, in the theater world, black woman + white man = asian baby! (I'm not racist, I swear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I need to grow wings so I can fly down to South America and pick out a monkey. He will be my homework monkey and he will proofread my homework so that I can't make silly mistakes such as reading "3&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;00 atm" as "&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;300 atm" *grumble* I will train him and he will be my best friend and he will also transform himself into an all-catching right-handed softball glove for me so that I do not prove to be inept in gym softball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been running into Xiao everywhere lately-- I think he's stalking me. I saw him on Saturday with Scott and he was being a cannibal-- he was eating popcorn! (Hahaha, his nickname is Popcorn, and he was eating popcorn.... get it? Oh my "humor" is wasted when people don't get my inside jokes =[) And then Scott and I saw him again at the library yesterday and we stuck flower petals to our noses so we looked like elephants and Xiao said "You look like freaks." Cheers mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm jealous of all of you that can string together coherent journal entries that make sense. My thoughts tend to bounce around like popcorn (Oh no, let's not start that again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Schedule for the next month or two:&lt;br /&gt;4/28- Scott's sister's bat mitzvah!&lt;br /&gt;4/29- Danny's soccer game which I will hopefully not be reffing =/&lt;br /&gt;4/30- First day back at school =[ But also 5 months with Scott!&lt;br /&gt;5/2- British art museum!&lt;br /&gt;5/4- SPIDERMAN 3!&lt;br /&gt;5/5- SATs booo.&lt;br /&gt;5/6- Soccer game, again hopefully I won't have to ref.&lt;br /&gt;5/9- Concert, eek! *&lt;br /&gt;5/10- I could be making this date up... AP English Lit exam. Then Evening of the Arts, eek! *&lt;br /&gt;5/11- Prom **&lt;br /&gt;5/17?- (Or possibly the 15th) AP Chem exam... erg&lt;br /&gt;5/28- Memorial Day parade (Orange)&lt;br /&gt;5/29- Memorial Day parade (Bethany)&lt;br /&gt;5/30- 6 months!!!&lt;br /&gt;5/1- Christian Sands dealie&lt;br /&gt;5/5- K-pants' birfday!&lt;br /&gt;5/8- POPS day uno!&lt;br /&gt;5/9- POPS day dos! (Oh crud this is going to be an icky day) SAT IIs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Way to go Mr. Dolan, we're totally prepared! ...Not. You can't hand out music 3 weeks before the concert, not play for a week, and then expect us to be able to play it. That high C and I aren't really &lt;i&gt;jiving&lt;/i&gt; in Suite in Eb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**What's the big deal about prom, anyway? It's junior prom held in the &lt;b&gt;cafeteria&lt;/b&gt;. Why should it be a stressful event? Who cares about who you're going with, or who's going with who, are what she/he's wearing? Bah. Just have fun and quit your complainin' you whippersnappers (Oh no, I sound like an old man- this illness is affecting my thought process, I swear.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two months are going to be crazy and it seems like if I don't take a moment to relax now, I won't get a chance for a while (Oh no, as I said that I just realized that my Acid/Base Masterton assignment is sitting in my room, undone. Boo.) Ah well. At least after the APs are over, two classes should begin to wind down. And then it's almost summer! I can't wait... even though I can, because it's going to be as boring as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is winding to a close (oops, the saying is "drawing to a close", oh well) I wanted to say a big FANK YOU (has anyone else noticed that I've been switching my th's with f's lately? Oh boy.) to Scott, Sina, and Nikki. You guys have been amazing and were the only ones here when I was going through some tough stuff. I lubs you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Time to wrap this up like an enchilada. 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helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: who is on&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: your im&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: people.&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: like...&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: you.&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: and..&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: soccer players&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: other people&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: maybe&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: oh&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r u friends with brent&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: no&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: oh&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: do you have dwans im&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: why&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: yeah&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: he'd probably kill me if i gave it to you, right&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: brents on&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: thats why&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: why&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: why&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: why&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: why what&lt;br 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why&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: i want to know&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: why&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: i want to know&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: why&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r u kidding me&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: YES I WIN&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: yes i win&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: grr.&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: yaahhh&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: :-D&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: Derek would get pissed if he heard this conversation&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: yeah&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: lets do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: ok&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: yay&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hello&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r u theree&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r utere&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r u there&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: yessss&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: noooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: yes&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: no&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: fine ye&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: s&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hello&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hihi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: ihj&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: phi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: ph&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: ihi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: h&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: ih&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hiihh&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: hi.&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hi&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: hi&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hello&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: hi.&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: who r u talking to&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: well&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: no one&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r u friends with kane&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: ryan?&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: no&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: oh&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: r u friends with anybody&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: no :-(&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: =-O&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: :-)&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: :-*&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: gym is gay&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hello&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: you're playing speedball right&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: yes&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: something discusting happened&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: what&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: scott lobbed a ball to Glenn and i power ran dived blocked the ball and rolled in bird shit&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: thats gross&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: i know&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: i think it was&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: it could have been dried up mud&lt;br /&gt;steveswim101: hopefully&lt;br /&gt;kellyis superRAD: yeah&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Meet me at my window.</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T04:55:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T04:55:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I have River of Dreams stuck in my  head, does that count?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">GAH! NO MORE! 16 pages of Hamlet bull-poo is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sneezed ten times in the past three minutes. I hate not getting sleep. I have the immune system of... well, a really-strong-immune-system-thing, so there is really no reason that I should be getting sick. Except, I suppose, the three hours of sleep I've been averaging every night for the past few weeks. School is poo. I can't wait for spring break, which is probably at least 4 weeks away. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate incredibly specific/support-lacking "essay" questions such as &lt;i&gt;"Describe the relationship between Hamlet and his mother."&lt;/i&gt; There is no way to make Dr. Libs-style categories out of this one. In fact, I can answer it in a matter of sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;There is a man named Hamlet. He thinks his mom is hot. He wants to bang her. He is angry that he does not get to bang her. He hates Claudius because he is banging her instead.&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I think this is proof that the last time I should be doing right now is procrastinating when I have 1/3 of a question left to finish, but I am an odd child and therefore I'll do what I must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: You can't mention this to anyone outside this classroom. This didn't just happen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, you mean like, "What happens in chem class, stays in chem class."&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Yeah, basically. Except this didn't just happen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well if it &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; happen, then there's no need for it to stay in chem class, so I can go tell everyone about what &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; happen in chem class.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Yeah ok ok it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted balloons in driver's ed, and the balloon belonging to the girl next to me popped and paint exploded everywhere. IT WAS THE SWEETEST THING EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm out, g'night.</content>
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    <title>Yeah yeah, contagion, I'm working on it....</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T23:03:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T23:06:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A cross between Spongebob Squarepants and American Pie.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This kind of almost has something to do with Macbeth... right? [Alright fine -- at least my mood is applicable.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display:none"&gt;&amp;lt;/form&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.memegen.net/viewmeme.pl" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid; border-color: 000000; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 10pt; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background-color: 1F87B2; color: FFFFFF; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweasel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your first name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Your first name:" value="anticipationn"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;How you gained your rule:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;&lt;select name="How you gained your rule:"&gt;&lt;option&gt;Military coup, of course!  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border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your chance of being overthrown is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666;"&gt;11%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#111100" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#222200" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#444400" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#666600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#888800" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#AAAA00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#CCCC00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#EEEE00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFF00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFF00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF0000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF0000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#222200" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#444400" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#666600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#888800" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#AAAA00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#CCCC00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#EEEE00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFF00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFF00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#111100" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#222200" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#444400" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#666600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#888800" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#AAAA00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#CCCC00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#EEEE00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFF00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFF00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background-color:1F87B2; 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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anticipationn:25581</id>
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    <title>I said I wasn't gonna lose my head, and then PoP! goes my heart</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T23:10:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T01:05:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jeff just made me spit out my iced tea [and I'm not joking]:&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: i feel like...&lt;br /&gt;Me: applesauce&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: so i feel mashed up and eaten?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, just fruity and delicious&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: so i feel gay and tasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this vacation was unproductive as usual. I did, however [with the help of Scott] manage to read Hamlet in a few hours on Sunday. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;1. Read Steph's book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read Scott's book.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read spanish short story.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do chemistry&lt;br /&gt;5. Read Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;6. Memorize both monologues&lt;br /&gt;7. Do spanish&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;10. Read Watership Down [retarded rabbits!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation DID list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Didn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Got a stalker/paedophile/senile oldster&lt;br /&gt;3. Did not get raped by said stalker - woo, optimism!&lt;br /&gt;4. Did chemistry but skipped three problems&lt;br /&gt;5. Read Hamlet on the last day of break&lt;br /&gt;6. Did not memorize monologues [ok, that's a lie - I know the first two lines of both!]&lt;br /&gt;7. Did spanish&lt;br /&gt;8. Did not sleep due to stalker/paedo/etcetcetc&lt;br /&gt;9. Need I repeat myself?&lt;br /&gt;10. Got no reading done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for productivity!&lt;br /&gt;Well seeing as I have a boring life and very little to say, and pictures are worth a thousand words, I guess I'll leave you with 10,000 words. I'm so generous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow faeries ate our basketball net thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the american spelling grey or gray? Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've given up on writing witty captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not have been the best idea either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermit tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reppin' the hermit tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/winter9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly go boom. My butt got kind of cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we're not allowed to talk about sex anymore, I have a reason to be obnoxious. [Not that I ever waited for one before.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/horizontalmacarenaisbaddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssst, look at the name of the file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very bored now. What do you people do when you're bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Is &lt;a href="http://www.newprospectsllc.com/gallery.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; really how you spell "consignors"? It looks silly. [That's my aunt's store =D]</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-02-12T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T02:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T02:31:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Tanner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">On Sunday I went out to get a Valentines Day present for my brother, so while he was in the bakery next door, my mom and I went into a store to get the gift. The car was locked, so we couldn't leave the present in the car - but we also couldn't walk up to my brother with the gift in hand. So, like ANY woman would [psh, ha], my mom stuck the bag down her shirt. Then, upon looking down, she said "...I wish mine were that big." DOES EVERYONE SEE WHERE I GET MY BAWDY SENSE OF HUMOR NOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My e-mail is being lameo-pants again. For one, an e-mail I sent to myself at the end of sixth period just arrived now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I sent Chris something that said [and I quote]&lt;br /&gt;"HI I'M SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS. I WIN BECAUSE I EMAILED YOU FIRST WHICH MEANS I BEAT YOU!!! JUST KIDDING *chicken*"&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're jealous. I'm just a magnificent writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very annoyed that our *searches for a term that isn't vulgar* idiot bus driver refused to drop us off at the main entrance today. Because, of course, even though there are two other buses dropping off kids in front of us, they must be wrong!!!! *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day is coming up which means it's almost time to start throwing sharp, pointy objects at people! Woohoo! *does a CFC cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;39 Questions You've never been asked before..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It changes each time I shower, depending on wear the other towels are. If there isn't a place for it I just throw it in the linen closet [bad Kelly.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of mouse pad do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A very boring grey one. But on the other computer I have my tablet as a mousepad! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you brush your hair with a comb or a brush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Comb. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In your opinion, who do you think is the hottest celebrity?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I've told people that I'm going to rape/seduce/calmly give a sedative [to] John Mayer so I can ensure that the chain of beautiful people [aka him] doesn't die out. Kidding? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You have a project due tomorrow, do you use tape or glue?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Glue! I love glue. Not, er, for bad reasons or anything. *twiddles thumbs innocently* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chicken or pork?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;For eating, or for friends? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;By the time you get to school, is it still dark?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, but it might as well be *yawn* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you had a choice to be a unicorn or mermaid which would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Unicorn hahaha then I could run around to people saying "HAHAHAHA I'M HORNY... SIKE!!!" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color is your underwear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Underwear??? That's for octagons. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What time does the sun usually set?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*checks weatherbug* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What/who do you think of last before you go to sleep?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chemistry/Scott/The chemistry of Scott [I'm kidding about the last one.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;AC or fan?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I sleep with a fan every night because I need the noise. But if it's a [slightly] noisyish AC, then that works too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wear braces?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I did! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you do a hand stand?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I used to be able to. Unfortunately I'm not sure my body would allow me to anymore. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'd be real emolicious, yo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What level English are you in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;AP/Honors &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Jessica Simpson or Alba?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Alba &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Which subject is worse, English or Math?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;MATH [sorry Math-y people] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's one thing you really want to do this very moment?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Be with the one person I walrus? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What movie are you embarrassed to admit you've watched:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;CD player or iPOD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;iPods, simply because they're more easily portable/you can play more on it without having to worry about changing CDs. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you rather spin upside down going 30 miles or drop 400 ft. into water:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;OMG *passes out* Those are pretty much the two things I'm worst with. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats your favorite shape?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Circle [I'm a circle TEEHEE] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you have planned for the weekend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Weekends? Those still exist? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever gone ice skating?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I LIVED ON A LAKE FOR 11 YEARS.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were put in a room with nothing except for a pencil and paper, what:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Throw the pencil at the wall, then lament over breaking it's tip. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is it always easy finding your remote every time you want to watch TV?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;When I was little I chewed off the buttons on the TV [or something like that] so now the remote is the only way to turn it on. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How was your day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It was spiffyrific! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you grow your nails, bite or cut them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Cut them? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Describe your handwriting::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rerey describes it pretty well, I think. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you consider yourself a stalker?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NO I DO NOT STALK DR. LIBERMAN &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you bruise easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hehehehehehe this brings back many a soccer memory. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;There`s nothing on TV except Barney and Japanese news what do you do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Drop my cat off a banister? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you know more then 3 myspace codes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Homosexualspace I mean, what? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You got a essay due, you either can type or write in pen, which will it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Type. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wear jeans to relax at home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm too ghetto for jeans. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Describe yourself using three words:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I. AM. KELLY. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you use deodorant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, I go the French route [no, I do... lol] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like ice in your drink?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No! Especially not after spending 16 years with my dad, an infamous ice-shaker. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S104752/39_Questions_You&amp;#39;ve_never_been_asked_before...html" title="39 Questions You&amp;#39;ve never been asked before.."&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>I wish I was a derivative so I could be tangent to your curves.</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T18:22:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T19:00:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Girl!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Woo! This was the first weekend in ages that I haven't had homework. I can't remember the last time I haven't had to work on a chem lab report or problem set. Yay for Kelly-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I had an interesting conversation while making tuna sandwiches this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why don't you get the lemon curd out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What, that jam-ish stuff we put on english muffins? Gross!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well we need to kick it up a notch, we need to make an impact when we serve it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, that'll make an impact alright. In fact, it might even make an &lt;i&gt;encore&lt;/i&gt;, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome! I got to spend it with my favorite person in the world, watching a movie about... stuff. Sadly, the things I remember from the movie aren't ones that I should talk about here. Figures =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just told me that my dad and I should do some hxc macarena practicing so by next year's Luau shindig we'll be macarena queens [I wasn't aware my dad was a female - in fact, I'd really rather not think about that *shudders*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG hahaha:&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: Oh my god, I just thought of something so cool!&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: What?&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: Women are like magicians!&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: They pull bunnies out of hats, and we can pull babies out of our vaginas!&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: Wow, you're so smart!&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Survey That Will Get Into Your Little Mind[funny survey]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Basic Crap*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is thy name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Gertrude??? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like that name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Good...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;This really isn't a question, is it? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;State the age::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;99 minus a few years. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Day when you came out of the womb::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Womb??? What's that??? The stork brought me! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Appearance[as in hair, eyes, etc.]::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Midget-esque? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like what you see int the mirror?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I eat mirrors for breakfast. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love good ole\' Jesus?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sure. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Why not? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eh. What the ethinicity?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Alien. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Begining to Search Your MIND for passion*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's thy status?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Are you trying to sound smart by saying 'thy'? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy with that?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oops, maybe I should've answered the above question. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Got a little crush on someone, eh?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'd say it's more than that. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age of your first kiss?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I remember in first grade I spent recess running away from Kenny, Danny, and a group of other kids they had rounded up who were trying to kiss me. Ick yo. I think I made Thomas and Daniel be my bodyguards. Not the best choice, in retrospect. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your stupid..:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, you're stupid. You used the wrong your/you're &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like what you see in the mirror?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YOU ALREADY ASKED THIS CRACKHEAD. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That makes you stupid, did you know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, it makes you stupid *grumble* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mhm. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last bf/gf name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Dr. Liberman -- I mean what?! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Why you guys break up!?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh wait. Oops. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;aw i thought you guys were adorable together..:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah I know, we are. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Stuff in guy/girl...ya know*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair colorations::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You don't sound any smarter by adding 'ation' to the end of words, you know. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye illuminations::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;That's a stupid question too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best feature they got::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Best feature they HAVE. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Why you like that so much?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh, should I have answered that question? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;okay, your a freakish perv...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Teehee &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Apparell they wear::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Clothes, sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;like your taste in clothing...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;That's not a question. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What celebrity would be the ultimate guy/girl?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;'Cause when you're a celebrity, it's adios reality, no matter what you do, people think you're cool, just 'cause you're on TV... *hums* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Huh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ew there so ugly!:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;So is your face. Nyeh! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Deep Deep!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like homosexuals/bisexuals/lesbians?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Uhhh I don't dislike them... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hm. why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Why not? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like the bush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Good god I hope you're talking about the president. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is applejuice the best beverage ever?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, but it's not bad. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;....you suck:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;So do you meanie. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think the word "penis" is amusing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I did not just giggle at that question. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;penis..:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;'gina! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Want a cupecake?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yesss! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Bitches dont get sugar, none for you!:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Now I want to see ya'll on ya baddest behavior, lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor! *dances to crazy rap/hip hop songs* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like emo kids?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Shake it like a polaroid PICTURE! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;This is a deep question?? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your brains like jello..:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Your's is like pudding, so shut up. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dont you think killing fruits is a crime?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not when it's in self-defence! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your mama wants you...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;you're a sick, sick person. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;She says your ugly like poop:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;She also said you'RE stupid because you used the wrong your/you're again. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you enjoy the average video game?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sure &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many hours of tv daily do u watch?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;0 ha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;wow big jello brain..:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;PUDDING HEAD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;I like to read, do u!?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh no. oh no, you did not. you just replaced a word with a letter. i might have to spray mace in your eyes now. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is music life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Almost. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is life a cup of tea?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A box of chocolates, retard. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature possess it merely. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;i think your like so hot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;GOSH DARNIT GO BACK TO THIRD GRADE YOU IDIOT! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;wanna date?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;naw..your too stupid for me:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fine that's it *takes out mace*  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S93683/Survey_That_Will_Get_Into_Your_Little_Mind[funny_survey].html" title="Survey That Will Get Into Your Little Mind[funny survey]"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/snipshot_hi_b21cssa00dj5.png"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture kind of funny, just because everyone's trying to read off the paper behind us. 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    <title>"What? High on speed hobo?"</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T00:07:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T00:10:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fast Car &amp;hearts; Tracy Chapman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today we played the most frustrating math game ever. We broke up into groups and each group got a buzzer. We had to complete problems and whoever finished first buzzed in and etc etc etc you get the point. Marissa, Audrey, and omg I just forgot her name were working together and I kept getting the right answers but I always buzzed in at the same time as someone else, so our buzzer wouldn't sound. The final question was worth 5 points which meant everyone in the class had a chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Barretta: *reveals question on the smart board: cos&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x - cos2x = -3/4*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok ok so that goes to... 1 - sin&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x - cos&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x + sin&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x = -3/4 --&lt;br /&gt;Marissa: --you have to distribute the negative.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I did I did I did ok so then you can make cos&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x 1 - sin&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x, then the ones cancel out as do two of the sin&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x's, so you get sin&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;x= -3/4... and there's no solution because--&lt;br /&gt;Marissa: --you can't take the square root of a negative! HIT THE BUZZER!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *goes to hit the buzzer, knocks it onto the floor* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Marissa: Kick it! Hit it! Get it! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;*green team's buzzer sounds*&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO GAH NO NO NO I HATE YOU GREEN TEAM *throws buzzer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 4 v 4 volleyball in gym on Tuesday since so many people were missing. I was playing with Josh Kahane, Jake Gilfix and Rob Gagne, and somehow I ALWAYS seemed to end up behind Rob. Have you ever seen Rob play volleyball? It's quite entertaining. He stands in one place and if the ball comes to him he punches it as hard as he can, but otherwise he doesn't move much. Let me tell you, it's quite an adventure trying to play behind someone you can't see around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to learn how to spell exercise [hey omg I spelled it right for the first time in my life... because I was trying to spell it wrong. Go figure.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursay, Wes received a sticker from Mrs. Glunt that said "Fabuloso!" on it with a smiley face and radtacular tie-dyeness around it. I told him to wear it on his forehead - which he did, until we told him to wear it upside down. Then he decided to be difficult and kept sticking it on other things. I took it from him and kept sticking it back on his head. He threw it at me. I threw it back. He stuck it on my back. I kept it and told him that when he's 20, some random lady is going to come up to him and stick a "fabuloso" sticker on his forehead. Yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looking out bus window at trainish thing* When I grow up and become a hobo, I'm going to ride one of those.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Not one of those, you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I will!! I'll be a high speed hobo.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: *pops his head over the top of the seat* Did I just hear "high on speed hobo?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I suppose that's how I'll become a hobo, I'll spend all my money on speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update fo' real later yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;whats your name spelt backwards?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yllek. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What did you do last night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Breathe. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The last thing you downloaded onto your computer?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not porn? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't worry, I dipped it in BBQ sauce first. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last time you swam in a pool?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Clothed? Er.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you wearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Purple pants and a rainbow kilt. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many cars have you owned?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I pwn cars ev'ry day yo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Type of music you dislike most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I guess I'm not much of a rap/metal person. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you registered to vote?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I think I'm going to form my own political party. I'll get back to you on it when I learn something about politics. I don't care if that doesn't answer the question. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have cable?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Possibly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of computer do you use?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It's the computer equivalent of the Flinstone's car. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever made a prank phone call?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well I used to dial random number and then hang up when I was little. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You like anyone right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chyea. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Off my front stoop, perhaps. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Furthest place you ever traveled?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The grocery store. Who needs to travel further than the grocery store? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite comic strip?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Get Fuzzy!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do u know all the words to the national anthem?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Say, do you have cataracts? Early in the morning? [Ben do you remember that?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shower, morning or night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Shower? Who does that?? No I'm kidding &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Have I seen any movies? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite pizza toppings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Peanut butter and walrus. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chips or popcorn?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Woah. I thought that said "Chris and popcorn" and I thought "Gosh golly I didn't realize Chris was a tasty snack!" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What cell phone provider do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Verizonsucks. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever smoked peanut shells?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Peanut shells? That's for wimps. I smoke peanut butter. Then I snort jelly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Gosh I'm tired, I'm misreading all of these. How do jelly and beauty look anything alike? Geez. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Orange Juice or apple?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Appange. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who were the last people you sat at lunch with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Gertrude, Popcorn and Chicken. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favorite chocolate bar?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Possibly Dwight D. Eisenhower. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is your longest friend and how long?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brandi, and I'd say she's about 63 inches long. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You know what looks really fun? Throwing tomatoes at people. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever won a trophy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't have good skills. No one likes a girl without good skills yo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite arcade game?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Slots - oh wait, arcade game.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever ordered from an infomercial?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well, they asked me if I was uncomfortable about my manhood. How could I not be after a question like that!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sprite or 7-UP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Soda is for lameo-pants. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Do whores have uniforms?  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last thing you bought at Walgreens?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'M GOING TO BUY SMILEY-FACE STICKERS TO PUT ON WES' LOCKER!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever thrown up in public?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My mom makes fun of me because I threw up in her backpack once. WELL GOSH GOLLY SORRY FOR BEING SICK. Hmf &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;If I were a millionaire, I could buy 7 walruses to be my true loves [one for each day of the week.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, but possibly at first smell. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh my god. That can't seriously be a question, can it? Spongebob is my husband, who do you think?! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you have long hair as a young kid?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah well they I decided to be manly and cut it all off. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What message is on your voicemail machine?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Call me and tell me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where would you like to go right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Czechoslochina. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats  the name of your  pet?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My cell phone's name is Wolfgang. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The kind that goes on your back, and stuff that needs carrying via a pack on your back. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you think about most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Since you asked what, and not who, 42. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S57039/45_of_the_most_random_things_you_probably_never_needed_to_know_about_someone.html" title="45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>"So you think just because you can show me where the vagina is, I should recommend you for AP Chem?"</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T03:05:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T03:05:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee playing in the snow is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/kellydan2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha look at my mad ghetto sweatpants, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/snowheart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no witty commentary for this one [when do I ever?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/gtothehost.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True dat. G to the host, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I just found the sweetest / most rad-tacular article EVERRR. I have to print it out to show Wes. IT'S SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: I speak seven different languages.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: The only language you speak is Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me to actually update this later, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man on cell: Have you talked about coating her in peanut butter and jelly and eating her like a sandwich? No? Okay.</content>
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    <title>Creation, vacation - mucho masturbation!</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T23:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T03:11:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>La Vie Boheme &amp;hearts;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm pretty sure my Masterton problems are just one big sig fig disaster, but oh well, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our test/not test fire thing today I stood with Katie and Marissa, who remarked "It's just like 7th grade!" Ah, how I miss the days of Chicken Land, guava, and evil machinations to take over the jello companies. Good times, good times. Then this led me to reminisce about our old band lessons with Mr. Frag and other odd people [who ate music!].&lt;br /&gt;*talking about Star Wars*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Frag: Seriously! I've wanted to play that for 7 yea-&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Oh, we know ALL about your sick little fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend was quite fun - or, rather, Friday and Saturday were.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went over to the madd elephant ghetto BCS for some fundraiserish dinner/bingo thing... which was interesting, to say the least. There are some very odd janitors [oops, custodians] at that school. Yesss indeed. Anyway, I got a chocolate cupcake! It was good. Mmmm cake! &amp;hearts; I have come to the conclusion that I am bingo-impaired. I didn't win or come close to winning once. Plus, in eighth grade we played spanish bingo [instead of numbers, we used letters of the Spanish alphabet] and even when Ben and I cheated we couldn't win [and by this point EVERYONE in the class  was winning!] Some people won more than once so I told my mom to throw beans in their eyes so they couldn't see and thus could not win [unless they used the force...] Anyway she refused to comply. Hmf. Fun-sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday [after waking up disgustingly late] I hung out with this person who is madddd elephant yo [Scott! :) ] because it was his birthday [go wish him 'Happy Birthday' before I kick you] which was very fun. In fact, it was a tomato-throwing good time, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was not as fun. I was employed to "help" with my brother's two extra credit projects, both of which I essentially did for him. However, both my mom and my brother questioned my ability to calculate perimeter and flat-out told me I was wrong, so I gave up in a huff [hahaha turns out I was right- my brother got his paper back and what he put down was wrong. HA, HA, AND THREE TIMES HA! I love watching other people be wrong at their expense- I mean, what?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to make a list of 50 books I must read by the end of the year [well, first I'll have to find time, but whatever]. However, my list at the moment is very sparse and only contains &lt;i&gt;Born on a Blue Day&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Catch 22&lt;/i&gt;. Any suggestions? Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the word random so long that I thought it was condom. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I start driver's ed at Top Driver in Hamden in March. Ickyick. It's really not necessary; if I become a hermit, I'll ride my woodland racing llamas, and if I become a &lt;b&gt;hobo&lt;/b&gt; [I hate typos!] I'll ride the Uranium-locomotive [you know, Coach always said that hobos would rather ride the more massive-gases [slower] than the less massive ones [quicker] so their arms didn't get ripped off.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;O-tay Spanky!&lt;/font&gt; Well that's it I s'pose. Adios.</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-01-26T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T21:39:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T22:25:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I like this idea, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;Try putting in a sentence, translate it from English to Dutch, then Dutch to English, then English to Italian, then Italian to English, then English to French, then French to English. It will be an entirely different sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr"&gt;http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: My walrus has a proboscis.&lt;br /&gt;Dutch: Mijn walrus heeft proboscis.&lt;br /&gt;English: My walrus has proboscis.&lt;br /&gt;Italian: Il mio walrus ha proboscis.&lt;br /&gt;English: Mine walrus it has proboscis.&lt;br /&gt;French: Des morses de mine il a la buse.&lt;br /&gt;English: Morses of mine it has the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, French is the inferior language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: The boy with purple pants has good fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;Dutch: De jongen met purpere broek heeft goede manierbetekenis.&lt;br /&gt;English: The boy with purpere trousers has good manner meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Italian: Il ragazzo con i pantaloni del purpere ha buon significato di modo.&lt;br /&gt;English: The boy with the pants of purpere good has meant of way.&lt;br /&gt;French: Le garçon avec le pantalon du purpere bon a voulu dire de la manière.&lt;br /&gt;English: The boy with the trousers of the good purpere wanted to say in the manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowzee wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my AP Psych recommendation, yay =] Now I just have to get everything else =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, so adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070125/od_nm/iguana_erection_dc"&gt;Good God.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teens: Need to think plus fun! long but interesting and DIFFERENT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do boys or girls have life easier &amp; why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Do boys bleed out their crotch every month? I think I've made my point [sorry for those of you that are reading this] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If your best friends would be 100% honest, would you really like that?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. Haha. I like honesty, but it has it's boundries. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Strict teacher who taught a lot or a fun who didn't?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Strict. I hate classes where I don't actually learn [Mr. Goldstein!] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could travel into past, where would you go?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;America 1920s? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you be trusted with secrets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I think so. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What moment from ur past would u capture on video?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"Synchronized idiot dives." This is a long story. Ask either Marissa or I to tell it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The person u dislike most: name something good about them.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well... he's... intelligent I guess. Or, rather, he has the capacity for intelligence. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could be invisible, what's the first thing you'd do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pants people! Lol no, um... actually haha I can't think of anything else. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you ever get in a mess for telling a lie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah...no. I think I've gotten into bigger messes by telling the truth. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pill to make you braver or one to make u smarter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Braver. I wouldn't want to magically gain intelligence. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you rather more love or presents from ur parents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Love, sweet love, that's the only thing that there's just too little of *hums* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you take offer to kiss a crush for $250 in front of ur class?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Could you buy a walrus with $250? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you ever mess up a relationship?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lol, a better question would be "did you ever not mess up a relationship?" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If u could choose one perfect talent, what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The ability to sing. Sigh. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Uniform or choose ur own clothes in school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Choice is good. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you in a hurry to grow up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not at all. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you had to change lives with a friend for a day, who'd u pick?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Honestly, no one. If I had to, Stephanie. She has a nice house, always stocked with pancakes =P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is one thing you'd change about ur parents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I wouldn't. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt; Math or English?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;English! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Science or History?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Science &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gym or Health?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Gym &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Bring or buy lunch?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Bring &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Bus or drive to school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Drive [if I had a choice... grawr.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been heartbroken?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mmmyeah. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If so, r u healed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I hate people who type the letters instead of the actual words. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the best quality u got from ur dad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh god you're doing the typing thing again. Um... well we're both....strange &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best quality u got from your mom?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No idea. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst from dad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Temper. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst from mom?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'd say the same answer, lol. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who are you closer to: mom or dad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mom? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does your family approve of your bf/gf?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yep yep. He has the coolest middle name ever, that's enough to win ANYONE over. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you pick your siblings as friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Honestly, Danny would get on my nerves a little. But sure, I'm pretty accepting [I hope] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are three most important qualities in a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Honesty, loyalty, and trustworthyness [I probably just made up a word] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is ur best summer memory of 2006?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Summer of 2006 was complete and utter crap. There was not a single good memory besides "meeting" Cookie and Lindsey. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are your grades as good as they should be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. Chem should and needs to improve, as does English. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you most proud of having done?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Being Leng Lu's friend in 4th grade when everyone made fun of him. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last time you told your parents  you loved them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well I told my mom that she loved me about 5 minutes ago but I guess that doesn't count =P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last time they told you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I told me... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would u eat a spider to meet ur favorite celebrity?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;blech! Gross. No. That's almost bad as the worm meat in McDonald's patties. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If u found a purse with lots of money, what would u do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Leave it? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When is last time u laughed at urself for doing something silly?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5 minutes ago roughly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could change one thing about your looks, what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Everything [hey, that is one thing.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;One thing about your personality?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Shyness, be gone! *poof* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would u choose to be the most attractive, the smartest, or most athletic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ehhh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do your friends like most about you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ask them &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If it could be that someone adored u, who would u pick?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I think he knows who he is. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the best trick u played on someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I haven't played any good tricks on anyone. Sigh. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best birthday you ever had?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The last one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In opposite sex, PREFER blonde or brunette?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brunette? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;PREFER light or dark eyes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't know. Light? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;PREFER long or short hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;GOSH GOLLY I DON'T KNOW! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you accept braces?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah sure &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you accept glasses?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Glasses are amazing. I wish I had glasses [except they look like poo on me, oh well. C'est la vie.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you date outside your race?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you date someone taller?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well I don't have much of a choice... lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Someone shorter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah, and I have &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Someone overweight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sure? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Someone underweight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sure? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you date someone who wanted to wait a long time for sxx?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Haha you censored out the e? That's so ... cute. Um anyway, sure. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Believe in love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What grade are you going into?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;In 11, going into 12 next year &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your bf/gf in same school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;# 1 quality (besides looks) in a bf/gf is....:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Should that really be your number one quality? Anyway, um.. honest disposition. If you can't tell me things, that's a problem. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get lots of offers to hook up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;That would be odd... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How often do you do it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Every sunday [I'm kidding] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How old were you with first love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Idk. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you miss that person or still with them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The person I considered my first "love" is, was, and will always be a jerk, therefore no I don't miss him a bit haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you think is the hardest thing about growing up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Being too big to ride in the motorized car things. boo! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best thing to do when you feel sad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Wow, my first answer was really offensive, I'm sorry computer. Anyway, um... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Anything that scares u even though u know there's no reason to be afraid?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever blamed for something you didn't do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was your biggest failure?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Life! Haha. Um, I don't really know. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you rather repeat a grade in school OR gain 40 lbs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh god. The prospect of either makes me want to go jump off a cliff. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you dislike most about yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fishsticks? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best thing about school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Seeing people and learning. That's right, I said it. You can proceed to throw rotten vegetables at me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst thing about school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Too long, too early. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you got too much change in a store, would you tell them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't count my change =[ But yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What really gets on your nerves?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The term "overachiever". There's no such thing. And laziness. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's most important lesson you have learned?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"Be yourself. Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If u could read ONE person's mind, who would u pick?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Coach Jacobs, so I could know the answers to the tests =P No, just kidding.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S77774/Teens:_Need_to_think_plus_fun!_long_but_interesting_and_DIFFERENT.html" title="Teens: Need to think plus fun! long but interesting and DIFFERENT"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Papaya.</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T03:00:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T03:00:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">English class has taught me this: We doom ourselves; we are not doomed by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster #1 walking past large inflatable snowman: Dude, I fucking hate Christmas. It's like, nothing but a giant celebration of modern consumer capitalism.&lt;br /&gt;Hipster #2 gesturing to wreath on church door: Totally. Look, even the churches are advertising Christmas these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amused me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I saw the mood that said "productive" and thought it said "reproductive" and said "What, so you're in a baby-making kind of mood? Doesn't that kind of fall under the category of horny?" I guess I should learn to read things more carefully [thank you math midterm for proving that.]</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-01-24T21:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T02:34:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T02:34:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. I'm pretty much the worst person ever.</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-01-23T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T02:30:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T02:39:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>elevator music in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm tempted to defenestrate my backpack right now. Grr on school yo dawg [ok this is why I'm failing everything.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I got this back-up battery pack for my ipod that's almost as crappy as Sterance is. It's plugged into my computer and it keeps bouncing back and forth between being charged and being dead. Teehee. Flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'The fact is, of course,' I said after a while, 'I gave my best to Lord Darlington. I gave him the very best I had to give, and now - well - I find I do not have a great deal more left to give.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been stuck in my head for the past few days for good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say so I will leave you with a pretty picture I drew on my chemistry worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/BLAHCALC.gif"&gt;Meow.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: el oh el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #1: Hey, look behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #2: What? All I see is a wall.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #1: No, you dumb shit -- on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #2: Oh, it's just a hobo. Oh my god, it's a hobo! [Screaming] Ahhh! I'm scared of hobos! Will he rape me?!&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #1: Shut up, retard. Just 'cause he is a sleeping hobo doesn't mean he can't hear you. And no, he won't rape you.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #2: Oh, well, good thing I'm with you -- I feel safer.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #1: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #2: 'Cause if anyone was gonna rape one of us, they would pick you to rape first -- you're way prettier -- so while they were raping you I could run away screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Tourist girl #1: Shut up. You're a freak.</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-01-22T15:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T20:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T20:52:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Spongebob pwns your face.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I really wish they wouldn't show tampon commercials on Nickelodeon. I can just picture this...&lt;br /&gt;Danny: Kelly, what are those for?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Bloody noses, now shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog and I have very intelligent conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I think he understands me, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Woof!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Meow.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Woof.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Meow.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Woofff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me&lt;b&gt;ow&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Woof!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an odd day [or I think it was - I was not exactly "conscious" for all of it]. For starters, Wes and I are in the midst of a great war ["Kelly, why don't you just move your chair over here?" "I'm preparing to engage in combat!"] of kicking and other violent things. I'm not exactly sure how it started. I assume I kicked him for something he deserved but I'm not quite sure why he's kicking me back. Oh well, c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, I just turned around to see my dog licking his butt. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gross, why did I just say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I'm "happy" with my chem grade or not. It's certainly could've been a lot lower and it wasn't one of the lowest grades in the class, but I'm peeved that I lost 13 points for incredibly dumb mistakes, such as not paying attention to SFs in weird places or completely forgetting to round... arg! But I was happy that I for the most part &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; everything right [that MO diagram was still abysmal though... grawr.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was... interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dolan: Here Kelly. *hands me parts 1 and 2 as I walk by*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks. *walks over to Josh, gives him part 1* Here.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Oh, thanks. *Looks at part* Um, you can play first if you want.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, it's ok, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: No, really, I don't mind playing second.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's no big deal, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Come on, you want to play first *switches papers*&lt;br /&gt;Me: No!&lt;br /&gt;Dileep: Fine, guys, &lt;b&gt;I'll&lt;/b&gt; play first.&lt;br /&gt;*5 minutes later, first trumpet solo w/ cue notes are in the second part*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks at Josh*&lt;br /&gt;Josh: *looks at me*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dolan: Who's playing first?****&lt;br /&gt;Us: Uhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;**** My first reaction here was "Who's on first?" "That's the man's name." "Who?" "Yes" "Well go ahead and tell me" "That's it" "That's who?" "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else grade-wise went alright today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure something interesting must have happened but I can't remember it, so I'll shut up now. Adios pantalones.</content>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-01-20T14:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T20:46:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-21T00:00:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CHAMELEON! &amp;hearts; 15 minutes of love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay, I can finally have the laptop within close proximity of my hands [instead of a foot back on the desk] because I no longer have any books to prop up in front of it. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel enervated. I have come to the conclusion that my nine-day long headache is a result of a cold which I am beginning to get, and sudafed is making me feel all groggy/icky. Or maybe I'm tired because my mom bribed me into getting out of bed with the prospect of going to the mall. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT THE COOLEST CARD EVER TODAY FOR SOMEONE. I can't talk about it yet but zomg I'm never buying normal cards again. *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ori at the library again today. We seem to run into each other there often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche nos divertimos mucho. We [K-pants, S-dawg, Scott, and I] went to the mall to eat edible things [and roadkill] and to see Stomp the Yard! After several belated "happy birthday!"s and "shut up!"s we finally sat down somewhere and "ate" [or picked up pennies hehehe]. We had odd conversations about the unmentionable one and hippies? Then we went up to the theater and sat in madd wicked seats yo. [I have to say, I was a little afraid someone was going to beat me up for the way I was talking] The movie was pretty good. I was a little traumatized with the bunny scene but hey, what can you do. After several more "Happy Birthday!"s and "SHUT UP!"s we went down to Target and played music [I was upset; usually those music sample things have big band and I always press that so "In the Mood" comes on] and ran through the aisles and my shoes fell off. Then we talked about movies and I saw a Jack Johnson CD and said "OMG OMG OMG JACK JOHNSON!!!! &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;" and Kristin and Steph said "Who?". Then we went our own separate ways and that was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most interesting phone conversation though. Stephanie had Kristin on speaker phone on one phone and me on speaker phone on another, and I had Steph on speaker phone on the house phone and Scott on speaker phone on the cell and it was... odd. There was a lot of Charlie Brown teacher-speak going on, but we discussed things of monumental importance, such as pink platipuseseseses [shut up] and the mass production of babies Tyler Pepe-style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I mentioned earlier [if you can follow any of this- I certainly can't, but I'm also half-asleep due to medicine] I went to the mall and got a super duper cool card and finally decided on what to get a certain someone, but I'll have to wait until tomorrow to get it. Then we went to the food court and I was jamming to the music in my head [just like Wes jams to the elevator music in his head] and the following conversation ensued:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Look, she's showing Autistic tendencies. She's rocking again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *dancing in my seat* What? I'm jammin' dude, don't be crampin' my style yo.&lt;br /&gt;*5 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: She's doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gosh, don't you guys ever need to get yo groove on?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, my groove never fell off.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into Borders and I found Young Frankenstein!!!! Woo. Then I wandered into the jazz section [where I became giddy and started hopping about] and grabbed a Herbie Hancock CD. Then my dad found a Danbury Fair calendar so we got that too [this is why I'm so attached to Danbury- it has an amazing history]. Then I set off the alarms as we were leaving ONCE AGAIN [I did it when I ran into the Gap too, and about 3 times last weekend] so I've come to the conclusion that the buttons on my coat must be setting off the alarms. Hrmf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading my midterm essay for English and I keep finding grammar mistakes that make me [and Dr. Liberman, I'll assume] twitch, such as switching [once! I almost made it through an entire essay without doing this] between tenses and using "their" when it should be "his/her". Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grawr!!! Spinning Wheel [Blood Sweat and Tears] no longer works on this computer [damn Real Player] which means I can't listen to it until I buy it on the other computer. Growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go make tea and find something better to make my headache go away. Byebye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited edit: I've finally gotten semi-decent at playing "Me and the Moon" [Something Corporate] Woo for being lame at easy songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double edit: *sigh* &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/grammar.jpg"&gt;no life&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Random geek science moment!</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T02:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T02:05:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>In the mood</lj:music>
    <content type="html">How could I have forgotten to mention this?&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve my mom and I were changing the lightbulbs in my brother's room, and my mom dropped one. It shattered all over the floor and I yelled "CODE ONE CODE ONE!!!" and waited for Coach to come over to pick up the glass... and then I remembered&lt;br /&gt;1. I was at home&lt;br /&gt;2. I was not doing a lab&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughed at me. Bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write something with substance [ha, ha] after midterms are over. Wooo!</content>
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    <title>Girls like that don't sleep alone</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T19:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T19:49:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stitched Up - Herbie Hancock and John Mayer &amp;hearts;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">--- Begin hormone-induced rant here ---&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh$%&amp;^$%^&amp;* I had this stuck in my head last night, causing me to groove with &lt;b&gt;abandon&lt;/b&gt; in bed [Sina if you somehow make a your mom joke out of that I'll kick you] so I couldn't fall asleep. Herbie Hancock's piano playing is infectious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how my morning [4:30 am] went:&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Meow!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Meow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *covers head with blankets*&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Meow, meow!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: SHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boots: *sticks her kitten-y face right up to mine* MEOW!&lt;br /&gt;Me: GAHHHH!!!!! *tosses cat out of the room, closes door, notices something furry brush against my leg*&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Meow!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *muttering* Damn cats....&lt;br /&gt;Boots: *scratchscratchscratch* Me...ow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Purrrrrrrrrr *&lt;b&gt;wallows&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;wanton&lt;/b&gt; kneading [with claws] of my leg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally woke up this morning feeling &lt;b&gt;hapless&lt;/b&gt;, as my dad woke me up late and things generally went down hill from there. Bombed the math midterm. Of course! I wasn't expecting much. What irks me, though, is that I lost points for the most stupid things, like my inability to fully read instructions [or maybe the &lt;b&gt;oblique&lt;/b&gt; instructions led me astray?] or put equations into my graphing calculator. Byebye gorgeous, easy six-points, I'll miss you!! I say our math class should &lt;b&gt;rally&lt;/b&gt; together and &lt;b&gt;machinate&lt;/b&gt; some way for us to get extra points due to teacher-who-can't-teach-and-is-&lt;b&gt;bereft&lt;/b&gt;-of-a-name, you know, existing. That might be a &lt;b&gt;radical&lt;/b&gt; idea, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason Mr. Dolan actually read through my midterm extra-credit responses instead of just tossing them in a pile like everyone else's. Great! Also, he made us remember back to the winter concert [gosh, a whole month ago!] to critique it as a performer and &lt;b&gt;audience member&lt;/b&gt;. I read that and thought "Damn... there was only one song I didn't play in, haha." Oh well, another exam that I bs-ed my way through. Pshjdfhkljfdhlekj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realllllly shouldn't be doing this right now, considering I'm [at this rate] going to fail the english and history tomorrow [bombing history would be particularly devastating for reasons that pertain to the future]. But I'm holding on to my vocab list so maybe the knowledge will seep into my bloodstream through osmosis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I'm trying to say here is that I &lt;b&gt;abhor&lt;/b&gt; midterms, which are the &lt;b&gt;bane&lt;/b&gt; of my existence [wow, I apparently can't spell the word 'existence'. Thank you Mozilla spell check!]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be struck with some sudden inspiration for an attention grabber, because "Imagine blah blah blah" is &lt;b&gt;hackneyed&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;banal&lt;/b&gt; and is starting to bore even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my refrigerator today and it knocked me over. Scott told me to apologize to it. Now my knee hurts [although I received no &lt;b&gt;lacerations&lt;/b&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;narrative&lt;/b&gt; of my adventures at Costco:&lt;br /&gt;Me: *meowing to the jolly boots of doom song* Meow meow, meow meow, meow meOW meowmeow meow meow meow, meow meow, meow meow, MEOWWWWW.... meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow. Meow meow, meow meow....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why did I have to ask Santa for a little girl for Christmas? Why couldn't I have just asked for a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *mumbling* I hope the next monkey you get gives you ebola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if &lt;b&gt;machinating&lt;/b&gt; [ok, it's a stretch but...] is a word. Hmm. Seeing as my handy-dandy spell check has not corrected it yet, I'll assume that it is. I'm &lt;b&gt;rambling&lt;/b&gt;, I apologize. I will take my oh-so-&lt;b&gt;ebullient&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;palaver&lt;/b&gt; elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocab Words used: [including the mood] 20/200. Wow. It's kind of an improvement though from last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- End hormone/vocabulary induced rant ---</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>anticipationn @ 2007-01-16T14:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T19:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T22:48:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HEYYYY MACARENA!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today went a lot better than I had expected. I spent this entire weekend with my nose buried in masterton + my periodic table, freaking out because I couldn't remember MO Theory or how to balance redox reactions [which weren't on the test, THANK GOD]. By Sunday night I just completely broke down and was sobbing. In general, not a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning [after sleeping about 3 hours], stumbled into the dining room where all my chem stuff was, and noticed that I had forgotten how to draw hybrid models. So by this point I was super freaked out. I arrive to first period a jittery mess, and by the time I got up to do my lab practical my legs were shaking so much I had to grip the table to stand up. I kept reading and re-reading the test questions, expecting some kind of trick, because for the most part they were easy. I was stunned to find that there were only 3 Jacobs free response questions, and they were all pretty easy [my MO diagram was less horrendous than last time, although my coal-problem had some icky-big looking numbers.] So basically I freaked for nothing. Oh well! I suppose it's like Murphy's Law- if I hadn't freaked out, the test would've been madd hard yo. So I "lose" either way but whatevvvvv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's probably going to be moderately difficult. I was not pleased to hear that the super-geniuses of period 1 thought the math was just "alright". This probably means I'll be seeing another C on my report card but oh well, what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier [ish] note I got two cds this weekend which are amazing [a Glenn Miller &amp;lt;3 one and a Jim Croce one]. Which means Sterance will no longer be starving for new songs. Yippee! Maybe he'll be nicer to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, massive headache, I think I'll migrate away from the computer now. Adios yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Omg. I just saw the most disgusting picture ever. *shudders* [Worse, Sina, than that time Kevin and I were working together on our health project and you brought up those pictures on wikipedia...] So here's a better one to get the image out of my head: &lt;a href="http://www.allfunnypictures.com/images2/liposuction.jpg"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt; haha. wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double edit: I cake Sina!</content>
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    <title>PUPPY TACO!</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T03:42:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T03:42:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Operator - Jim Croce. GO LISTEN TO IT NOW.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Omg. I was looking through my old photobucket and found something really interesting that I had forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;One day during the last few weeks of school in 9th grade, Mr. Dolan was playing a song that he was planning to have the jazz band play the next year. I was half-listening when he said the name, so I heard the title as "puppy taco". I started laughing hysterically [he gave me a funny look] and said to Marissa, "Did you hear that? PUPPY TACO! Ahahahahahahahaha." And that inspired &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/puppy2.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year, I was in band when I noticed a paper lying face down on the ground. Figuring it was mine, I picked it up and looked at it. It was sheet music for a song called.... Puffy Taco. "Puffy Taco?!" I thought. "How lame is that. What the heck's a &lt;i&gt;puffy&lt;/i&gt; taco, anyway? It sounds like an STD or something." And that, my friends, inspired &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/theresthedoor/puppy3.bmp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture, which I dubbed "Emo Puppy Taco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you all know the strangeness that is me. Adios!</content>
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    <title>"So at, like, four a.m. this morning I rolled over to feel her, and she was, like, dead."</title>
    <published>2007-01-13T21:46:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-13T21:46:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Goshhhhhh &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Itaaalian?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Nooot in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Man: French?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: [Silence.]&lt;br /&gt;Man: You ever been with a black guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman holding baby: I love your hat!&lt;br /&gt;Man with hat: I like your... baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto girl #1: Nah, bitch! I'm, like, 11. I'm not sittin' on no Santa's lap!&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto girl #2: You don't know. They was givin' out gifts and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto girl #1: Word? Nobody told me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo! Trying to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;I have the strangest parents ever:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: And if you poke me, do I not squeal? *&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Wasn't that from Shakespeare?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Shakespeare from a pig's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh, like Pigspeare or Shakeswine?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Or Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;* When my mom said that I was like "SCOTT DID THAT YESTERDAY SCOTT DID THAT YESTERDAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I broke my toe, I blame it on Wes, because yesterday after he said I had short legs I went to kick him and missed and hit the chair instead [really hard].... to which he replied [after laughing hysterically for about 3 minutes] "That made my day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO ANGRY WITH MYSELF! I kept telling myself all day on Friday that I needed to bring my math notebook home, and of course I forgot to. $#@#@# grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that I learned nothing in all my years of Smokey the Bear fear:&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday [awful day, but no need to go into it] my mom decided to make something special for dinner for my dad, so she started making it and left the room and closed the door. She couldn't have been gone for more than 3 minutes when the fire alarm started going off and she ran into the kitchen and the whole room is filled with smoke and the cabinets are burning etc.. and instead of doing something smart, like opening the windows or even stop drop and roll for god's sake, I grabbed my brother and covered his ears because he doesn't like loud noises. I don't think he's going to mind loud noises much if he's dead! But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy religious guy: The pope is a liar! He says that Mary's a virgin as of today. That's a lie! After Jesus was born, Mary and Joseph got married. You're tellin' me that they got married, but Joseph wasn't hittin' that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha oh god. It's time for me to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing anything else, nor do I have time to. It's time to wrap this thing up like an enchilada- peace yo.</content>
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