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  <title>Ms. Aunt Fanny&apos;s Playhouse!</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 01:03:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;ll shy away from the specifics.</title>
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  <description>So it&apos;s actually been about 3 weeks since I last updated. Crazy, I know. Partially because one week involved me not being allowed to use the computer (rawr) and the other two, I was just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of utter importance has really happened, I&apos;m sad to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had made plans with the gang, then they fizzled because Ross decided that we were getting together at &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; house instead of Kaitlyn&apos;s as we had planned. Lynnsey said she&apos;s coming over later, but she didn&apos;t say when. So hopefully she shall drop by, it would brighten my day immensely. OH! And I dropped off an application at Dairy Queen. Cross your fingers for me - I hate being poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m in one of those silly moods where pretty much everyone could easily make me angry without even doing anything. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Would y&apos;all (yes, I said &quot;y&apos;all&quot;, it fit the occasion) want to curbstomp me if I changed my LJ? Because I really dislike this one.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 21:18:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I need to use the lavatory.</title>
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  <description>I am now making this journal friends-only. You know the drill, comment to be added. I&apos;ll pretty much add anyone, even if I don&apos;t know you. The only case in which you wouldn&apos;t be added was if I absolutely positively hated you, in which case you probably wouldn&apos;t have that strong a desire to read my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like straight up fo&apos; shizly.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 06:32:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is Ground Control to Major Tom.</title>
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  <description>So jah. I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s only midnight, and I can&apos;t believe that summer is over. This is bad. Raaaaawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a shrug (thanks Neila-poo! ~_^) It is quite nifty, and I shall post pictures tomorrow. I also discovered that eating both pizza and tacos for supper is a bad idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things that I need to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laundry&lt;br /&gt;- Get my school supplies ready&lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room (it&apos;s pretty clean, but I should probably just tidy it up a little before it gets crazy messy like it was before)&lt;br /&gt;- Plan a certain something with Dobs, Endo and Sac&lt;br /&gt;- There was something else but I forget what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it is freezing in my house. I have no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a very good talk with Le Shlick, I decided that I am not going to be upset about being permanently single anymore. I think that I should embrace it! w00t!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 14:58:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>All you wanna do is live my life from the get-go.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time started: 9:40 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Beck, Becky, Beckster, Beccaloo, Beccaloo who, Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: April 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Brown like poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5&apos; even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now: Navy sweatpants, a huge navy t-shirt from my grandpa, and a brown hoodie :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Wouldn&apos;t you like to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships or no relationships: I have none. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your closest friends? You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Usually a bagel with butter or Frosted Flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon characters: Angela Anaconda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: Yuck, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped: Uh-uh, but I would like to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasailed: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up: Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in the opposite sex&apos;s bathroom: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog biscuit: No, but I used to get my cousin to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your tongue stuck to a pole: Yep, in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone&apos;s heart: Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: Only a couple times when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call: No, nobody&apos;s that important. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved MSN / AOL / AIM conversations: Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for a close or best friend?: If you mean fallen as in &quot;fell in love with&quot;, then no, because all my friends are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: Paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue: Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn: Leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow: Moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickel: Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elbow: Skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;Your&lt;br /&gt;Your . (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you said: Probably &quot;bye&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside you right now: Uh... my leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of shampoo that you use? Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chicken pox? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Sore Throat: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved anyone: Sort of. I&apos;ve loved my family, but I&apos;ve only &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight?: Ehhhh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like school: Yeah, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like filling these out: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear contacts or glasses: Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yourself: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have piercings below the waist?: No, I do not have my vulva pierced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a live hamster: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a Hanson concert: No. I would, but if I had a choice I would say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill someone you didn&apos;t know for 15 billion dollars: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive?: Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed?: At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal?: Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you touched? My puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You massaged: Nobody, I don&apos;t massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Kissed: My puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are you sending this to: I&apos;m posting it in my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now: The computer whirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: Got up, watched Arthur, slept a bit, woke up, went on the computer, ate nachos, watched So You Think You Can Dance, went on the computer, went to bed. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite bands: I don&apos;t really have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated someone in your family: Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any awards: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone streaking? Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married someday: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite video game? Yoshi&apos;s Story. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp?: I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house: 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you double jointed: Only in my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about: Strange things, like going on roller coasters and eating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie you saw in theatres? Probably Harry Potter #3 (yes, it&apos;s been THAT long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary or happy movies: Scary. And they can&apos;t have a happy, resolved ending, otherwise they&apos;re just not scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Root beer or Dr. Pepper: Root beeyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-O wrestling: Jello all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise: Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: E-mail. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest, middle, youngest or only child: Only child, bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your friends to fill this out and send it back?: If you wish, jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Time?: 9:58 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I stole this from Shawna. </description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 04:49:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Taggety-waggety.</title>
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  <description>I was tig-tagged by Erin. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go into your livejournal archive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find your 5th sentence (or closest to it.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of your sentence in this post along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people on your friend&apos;s list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_beckythestrange&apos; lj:user=&apos;beckythestrange&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://beckythestrange.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://beckythestrange.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;beckythestrange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; journal because I don&apos;t have 23 posts yet on this one. Anyway, the sentence was: I believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Probably the first and last time I will ever end up talking about a &quot;him&quot;. In any case, I&apos;m taggling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Melanoma&lt;br /&gt;- Marian&lt;br /&gt;- Muffy&lt;br /&gt;- Neila-poo&lt;br /&gt;- Sac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 17:44:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, Bananaphone!</title>
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  <description>Heh. So I slept over at Caitlin&apos;s house on Sunday and we didn&apos;t sleep at all! :P Seriously, we just never went to bed. We were so tired but it was super fun. At one point, at around 6 am, I was like, &quot;I&apos;m not really tired but my eyes sure burn!&quot; &apos;Twas quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping and I bought the Massari CD *dies* and a pin with a banana on it. w00t! In case you fellas didn&apos;t know, Massari has the sexiest voice in the world. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to register for dance yesterday. And I get to do pointe!! &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;w00t!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; I was ecstatic. The conversation went a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Studio director:&lt;/b&gt; So how many years have you been doing pointe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Uh... *blushes* um... *stutters* none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Studio director:&lt;/b&gt; Oh! Well let me see your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; *takes off shoe and sock* Ta-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Studio director:&lt;/b&gt; *examines my foot* You have good feet for pointework. My other Grade 5 students only started pointe last year, so you can fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah! And I get to buy the coveted shoes on the weekend! w00t!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 11:18:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sugar, we&apos;re going down!</title>
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  <description>Yo dudezz! :P Anyway, onto the coolness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a funkalicious petition floating around (made by me!) and you should all visit and sign it. It is entitled the &quot;MSN Is Getting Ridiculous Petition&quot; and it can be found at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.petitiononline.com/goshdarn/petition.html&quot;&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/goshdarn/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;. w00t! So yeah, sign it bitches.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 08:06:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tagged by Muffy!</title>
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  <description>Name six songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;matter what genre they are from or whether they have words, but they&lt;br /&gt;must be songs you&apos;re really enjoying right now. Post these instructions&lt;br /&gt;and then list the six artists and the songs in your LiveJournal. Then&lt;br /&gt;tag six other people to see what they&apos;re listening to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I&apos;m Back - Massari&lt;br /&gt;Smile For Me - Massari&lt;br /&gt;Pon De Replay - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;Informer - Snow&lt;br /&gt;Rock Lobster - The B-52&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tiggity-tag:&lt;br /&gt;Neila&lt;br /&gt;Paisley&lt;br /&gt;Hayley&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Katlyn&lt;br /&gt;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 07:44:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>w00t!</title>
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  <description>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YES!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; The layout worked! Rejoice!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 06:09:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So baby give your love to me.</title>
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  <description>Okay, fucking scariest thing ever: &lt;a href=&quot;http://earth.google.com&quot;&gt;http://earth.google.com&lt;/a&gt;. Neila, that&apos;s the thing that you were telling me about! You type in an address and it literally shows you a picture of that address! *dies* How creepy is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might just hafta start from scratch on my layout. I did the right overrides and all, but apparently something went wrong. :P If any of you guys know what it is, let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m going to Caitlin&apos;s house for a sleepover tomorrow, which will be awesome. She told me she&apos;s going to Studio One next year, which is great. I think she&apos;ll really like it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I&apos;m going to try to figure out this mess of a layout. Ta-ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Moooffy, you are Away. Come back!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 19:59:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?</title>
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  <description>Hehe, that was fun - staying up till 4 am, making myspaces, talking to Muffins, Cantalopes and Brats. We must do it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 11 am today... hehehe. :P I really wish there was something to do around here! Why oh why don&apos;t I live in the USA...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 06:24:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Everybody have FUN tonight!</title>
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  <description>w00t! So I went over to Le Cantalope&apos;s hizzouse and we had mucho fun. I even colored her nose green. :D I shall post a few pics as soon as I&apos;m not feeling lazy. But yeah, I stole her dog and her parents had to send out a search party. If only he hadn&apos;t been so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I just realized that I dement the English language! Hahaha. I&apos;m pretty sure that &quot;w00t&quot;, &quot;Le&quot;, &quot;hizzouse&quot;, and &quot;mucho&quot; are not real English words. Hehe, I crack myself up. Like an egg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the record, I only like eggs scrambled or fried crisply. Rawr.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2005 18:49:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stolen from the Shlickmastah</title>
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  <description>1. Reply with your name and I&apos;ll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I&apos;ll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I&apos;ll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. I&apos;ll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I&apos;ll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I&apos;ll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I&apos;ll ask you something that I&apos;ve always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2005 13:56:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Now you&apos;re gonna raise the bar right up.</title>
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  <description>No Melanee, &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &amp;lt;3 copying people when I&apos;m bored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Not you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;× •I N F O R M A T I O N • × •&lt;br /&gt;Name: Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: Single like cheese slices&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Depends on the guy... just kidding, I&apos;m a female.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: April 21&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: None&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Naturally it&apos;s a mousy, light brown, but right now it&apos;s dyed reddish-brown.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Poo brown&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 feet even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • R E L A T I O N S H I P S • × •&lt;br /&gt;Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: Straight&lt;br /&gt;Who are your best friends?: You know who you are ;)&lt;br /&gt;You have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nopers&lt;br /&gt;How many exes do you have?: Like none :P&lt;br /&gt;What is your longest relationship?: Uhhh... the relationship with my friend Katie (8 years) because I&apos;ve never actually had a boyfriend. I have if you count the kind where someone asks you out and you avoid each other, however, I&apos;ve never had a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; one. :P&lt;br /&gt;What was your shortest relationship?: Don&apos;t make me go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • F A S H I O N | S T U F F • × •&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favourite place to shop for clothes: Uhhh... basically anywhere that has funky stuff, but probably Winners if I just had to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos or piercings: Two holes in each lobe (I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; have 3 at one point :) hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite designer?: My dog&lt;br /&gt;What is your most comfortable outfit?: My Triple Threat sweatpants and a really old, stained Triple Threat T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually wear?: My birthday suit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • S P E C I F I C S • × •&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?: A bunch of different ones, but at the moment it&apos;s Marc Anthony Instantly Thick Thickening Shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of?: MOTHS!&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?: My computer whirring away&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person that called you?: Melaneeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?: Hmmm... I don&apos;t really want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies are online right now?: 8 (it&apos;s like 9 in the morning :P)&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about yourself?: I would make myself more outgoing, I would fix my nose (it&apos;s too bulbous for my liking), I would make my face more oval-shaped, I would give myself better pointes and better turnout, and I would make my stomach not stick out so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • F A V O R I T E S • × •&lt;br /&gt;Colors: Pink, orange and green.&lt;br /&gt;Foods: Mandarin oranges and brownies&lt;br /&gt;Girls names: Agnes, Merriweather, Hazel, Velma, Myrtle&lt;br /&gt;Subjects in school: Art (I almost failed it, but it was fun)&lt;br /&gt;Animals: Hedgehogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • H A V E | Y O U | E V E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath?: No, and I don&apos;t intend to&lt;br /&gt;Smoked?: No way&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped?: No, it would be fun though&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw up?: A few times&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped?: Many times!&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Ever made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: Mmhmm! &lt;br /&gt;Pictured your crush naked?: *closes eyes*... Yep!&lt;br /&gt;Actually seen your crush naked?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Lied: Yeah, but I wish I wouldn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend?: &lt;i&gt;Fallen for?&lt;/i&gt; As in &quot;developed a crush on&quot;? My best friends are girls.&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected?: Too many times to count&lt;br /&gt;Rejected someone?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Used someone?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: Many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • C U R R E N T • × •&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: My Triple Threat sweatpants and a huge old T-shirt that was my grandpa&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;Music: None, I like never listen to music&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: My mom waking me up at 6:30 am... though she was nice this morning and woke me up at only 7&lt;br /&gt;Smell: The smell of Bath And Body Works Peony Shower Gel (I just came out of the shower)&lt;br /&gt;Desktop picture: Robin Zander (the lead singer of Cheap Trick/my mom&apos;s obsession)&lt;br /&gt;Cd in player: None&lt;br /&gt;DVD in player: Last Sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • L A S T | P E R S O N • × •&lt;br /&gt;You touched: Not including myself? Probably Lynnsey.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged: Lisa&lt;br /&gt;You IMed: Lucy &lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: Most likely my mom&lt;br /&gt;You kissed: I&apos;ve never kissed anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • A R E | Y O U • × •&lt;br /&gt;Understanding: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded: Always&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant: Only when I&apos;m mad :p&lt;br /&gt;Insecure: Usually&lt;br /&gt;Random: Often&lt;br /&gt;Hungry: A little bit&lt;br /&gt;Smart: Usually&lt;br /&gt;Moody: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Hard working: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Organized: No!!&lt;br /&gt;Healthy: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Shy: Only with people who I don&apos;t know very well&lt;br /&gt;Difficult: On occasion&lt;br /&gt;Attractive: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Bored easily: Nah, I&apos;m easily amused&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed: With some things, yes&lt;br /&gt;Angry: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sad: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Happy: Usually&lt;br /&gt;Hyper: Hmmm... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Trusting: Only with my closest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A • × •&lt;br /&gt;Kill?: I probably shouldn&apos;t say on a public website&lt;br /&gt;Slap: Ugh, let me give you a list&lt;br /&gt;Get really wasted with?: Wasted? As in drunk? I have absolutely no desire to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Get high with: Again, I&apos;m not into smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to offline: Melaneeeeeeeeeeeeee The Cantalope&lt;br /&gt;Talk to online: Lucy&lt;br /&gt;Sex it up with: A blade of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • R A N D O M • × •&lt;br /&gt;In the morning: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;All you need is: an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is: something that you give and don&apos;t receive (when it comes to men)&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: strange things. For example, last night I dreamt that there were 5 red snakes in my house and me and my mom had to get scissors and cut them into specifically sized pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual preference: Dudes&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice first in the sex you&apos;re into: Nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (preferably Diet)&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or candy: Candy, it lasts longer&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short: Taller than me, which is usually the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • W H O • × •&lt;br /&gt;Makes you laugh the most: A lot of people&lt;br /&gt;Makes you smile: The same people who make me laugh, because I smile when I laugh&lt;br /&gt;Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: Funny feeling as in &quot;Oooo, let&apos;s fuck&quot; or funny feeling as in &quot;Hmm, I don&apos;t trust you further than I can spit&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • D O | Y O U | E V E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: Sometimes, but I talk to other people while I wait&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Not really... I couldn&apos;t deal with having a penis in the way of everything&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were younger: No, I wish I were older!&lt;br /&gt;Cried because someone said something to you?: Yeah, and by this I mean when someone said something hurtful. I&apos;ve never been touched enough to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• × • N U M B E R • × •&lt;br /&gt;Of times I have had my heart broken: Argh. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;Of hearts I have broken: Probably none&lt;br /&gt;Of guys I&apos;ve kissed: NONE! Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Of girls I&apos;ve kissed: A bunch (mostly from dance :P)&lt;br /&gt;Of CD&apos;s I own: Pffft like one.&lt;br /&gt;Of scars on my body: A few.&lt;br /&gt;Of things that I regret: I feel like I already answered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I read that over to myself and I seem really hard to get along with.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 16:14:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Just rotting here.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFF2BF&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#FFFAE6&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marine Leroy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/&quot;&gt;What&apos;s Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#B9EEEE&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hawaiian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#D4FFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/girl.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaili Kane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/&quot;&gt;What&apos;s your Hawaiian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#B9D3EE&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#C6E2FF&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.&lt;br /&gt;Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/&quot;&gt;What&apos;s Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Heh, could that be any more false?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 08:34:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Silliness.</title>
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  <description>Set 1.&lt;br /&gt;List 3 things that bug you - things that others may find trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Those stupid &quot;MSN Dollies&quot; or whatever the heck they&apos;re called.&lt;br /&gt;2: When the tops of my shoes get wet and it soaks through to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;3: People who chew gum (ESPECIALLY with their mouths open).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 2.&lt;br /&gt;List 3 things that make chocolate even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: With a wafer inside (a.k.a. a Kit Kat bar)&lt;br /&gt;2: Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3: On strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 3.&lt;br /&gt;List 3 things you&apos;d rather be doing than playing a game of LJ tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;2: Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;3: Hanging out with my dance friends whom I miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging Six People:&lt;br /&gt;MuffinFace&lt;br /&gt;Neila&lt;br /&gt;Sac (Cassie)&lt;br /&gt;Paisley&lt;br /&gt;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;MelaneeTheCantalope</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 08:23:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>La-dee-da.</title>
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  <description>So, this sucks. The summer is practically over! I want to die - I am in no way ready to go back to school. However, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; going through dance withdrawal and I need to get dancing. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the hairdresser where I proceeded to get my &quot;Cat Cut&quot; :P. There was a nice outcome of this visit, besides my new funky hair. The conversation between my mom and the hairdresser went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hairdresser:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, so my boyfriend&apos;s daughter wants to get her bellybutton and nose pierced. I&apos;m okay with the nose, but not the bellybutton, because she will want to walk around showing it off. Plus a nose piercing leaves a smaller scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, really? How old is his daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hairdresser:&lt;/b&gt; She&apos;s 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re probably wondering, &lt;i&gt;Now how is this at all relevant?&lt;/i&gt; Well you see, my mom won&apos;t let me get any more piercings OR color my hair a funky abnormal color, for a reason unbeknownst to me. Well, the most awesome thing happened afterward. My mom took me to Shopper&apos;s Drug Mart and actually &lt;i&gt;encouraged&lt;/i&gt; me to dye my hair hot pink! Now, whether or not these incidents are related is a mystery, but I sure hope that they are. Maybe I can persuade her to let me get an industrial... but I won&apos;t push it. ;) By the way, if you want to see my haircut, go to www.fannyxcore.piczo.com, click on &quot;The Mighty Beck&quot; and it&apos;s the first picture on that page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it&apos;s like 3 am. Just a few minutes ago, I was wondering, &lt;i&gt;Jeez, everyone was on MSN yesterday at this time. Why are they not on today?&lt;/i&gt; And then it dawned on me: Beck, it&apos;s a Saturday night. Most people are out having lives. Do you remember what that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;m going to hit the hay. I&apos;m starting to get a tad incoherent.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 19:29:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Grrrrawr.</title>
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  <description>Yesterday I was doing split jumps across my living room and I crashed into our coffee table (just like when I crashed into the stereo at dance, eh Meltie? Hehe, that memory will live on.) Anyway, this is my poor, sore toe today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://usera.imagecave.com/auntfanny/PicsOfMe/Aug17_01.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except now it&apos;s swollen. Yaaaaay. Anyway, I gotta run, but I might get my trampoline tonight. w00t!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 06:51:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Decisions are retarded.</title>
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  <description>Okay, now before I start into a semi-long story, I have to address two issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is now a Livejournal &lt;i&gt;gift shop?!&lt;/i&gt; Who would want Livejournal gifts? Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husband:&lt;/b&gt; Happy anniversary, honey! I got you a snazzy new mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wife:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, how nice, dear! Wait, what does it say here... *reads mug* Livejournal. What&apos;s Livejournal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husband:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, just an online diary site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wife:&lt;/b&gt; So THAT&apos;S what you&apos;ve been doing all those nights, you nerdy bastard! That&apos;s worse than cheating on me! Why didn&apos;t you just get me a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husband:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I didn&apos;t really have much time... *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wife:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, because you were on LIVEJOURNAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hello Sac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. Onto my story. I have about 40$ so far, and I either want to buy a Mars Volta ticket or a small trampoline. But my mom was being vaginal today and was like, &quot;You&apos;re not just spending that money on fun stuff, you know!&quot; which annoys me, parce que &lt;i&gt;it&apos;s my money!&lt;/i&gt; Rawr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started stretching a lot because I want to be able to do a backcatch, but my legs are about to fall off. Ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my nose is burning. I put toothpaste on it because it&apos;s supposed to help clear up pimples, but right now my nose is stinging and all I can smell is mint. Eek.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 18:56:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Me being bored...</title>
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  <description>I decided to take a picture of myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://tinypic.com/aa8wol.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Oh my god, she&amp;#39;s so rad!&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeeeeeah. Anyway, I called Neila-Shlick a &lt;i&gt;million&lt;/i&gt; times today but nobody was there. =( I called like, &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt; and nobody was there. Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note though, I&apos;m going to Amber/Jessie&apos;s house for a sleepover tonight. Wheeeee! Anyhoo, I&apos;m off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The garbage man is here. I break for garbage men. They&apos;re so sexy and smelly.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 08:17:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A pretty face and bad character.</title>
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  <description>Ehhh. What a nice noise. I really should be getting to sleep, because I have a big day ahead of me, but I just have to get some things out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I made a new layout. Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my mom has been weird lately. She is totally calm and then all of a sudden just freaks out and yells at me. Then she has no idea why I give her a weird look. Very strange, and very depressing. Especially since she was sleeptalking last night about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I guess I have no education fund. I was looking at the history on our internet, and I found out that money has been withdrawn from my account. I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do, but it&apos;s still upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I just need to talk to somebody that I can trust with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth (and last), you know that commercial for System Of A Down and The Mars Volta? Well, whenever I hear the guy from TMV sing, I just... &lt;i&gt;melt.&lt;/i&gt; It&apos;s so weird. I guess it&apos;s just something about his voice. Anyway, now I want to listen to some of their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should go. I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow - if I make it through the night.</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Tempted To Touch&quot; by Kevin Lyttle</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 06:45:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What fun!</title>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t updated in a few days. Here&apos;s what&apos;s been goin&apos; down with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the lake on Saturday. The day was absolutely &lt;b&gt;perfect!&lt;/b&gt; Gah! We spent most of the day at my Auntie Rene and Uncle Dave&apos;s house - &apos;twas great fun. The weather was nice, so I was jumping on their trampoline for most of the day. =D We took a look at our old cabin... the guy has done a lot of work on it. He painted it green (it used to be red). As we found out, he took everything that was in the cabin to the dump! GRRRRRR! The real estate agent wouldn&apos;t even let us keep anything, so that is a real waste. Anyway, we went back to my Auntie Rene and Uncle Dave&apos;s house, sat and chatted, and my Uncle Dave made me a CD. Yay! =) We had an awkward visit with my Uncle Joe, and he the whole time he talked about - who else? - Brigitte. But we knew that would happen anyway. She told him that me and my mom were stuck up, and a bunch of other bullshit. But whatever. =P Then we went back to Auntie Rene and Uncle Dave&apos;s house and had supper, where I ate some of the YUMMIEST chicken ever. Gah! But alas, we had to go home and feed Twy and Goose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; upset that summer is almost over. You have no idea how mad I am. I told Liz that I will seriously cry on the first day of school. =P She&apos;s going to be an ambassador this year, and I was telling her all my cheesy ideas on how to welcome her exchange student. We totally need to add a Fes to the gang! But I don&apos;t think I told you about our fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed. I had a fight with Liz - the most soft-spoken person in the world. She called me and actually &lt;b&gt;yelled&lt;/b&gt; at me. She was upset because I never showed up at Lisa&apos;s - not that it wasn&apos;t legitimate. I got dragged off to go shopping for a wedding shower, and I never said I could go for sure &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt;. In any case, she got mad at me because I always ditch her and blow her off, or so she thinks. I just have a busy life. I think/hope everything&apos;s okay between us now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I&apos;m out. I&apos;m talking on MSN, and I have written enough for one night.</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Informer&quot; by Snow</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2005 13:29:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Titles are stupid.</title>
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  <description>I hope we get our timetables soon! Although I don&apos;t want summer to end, I still am excited for school. But speaking of summer rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I really should be doing today, but I doubt I&apos;ll get around to them. I am supposed to go to Dunkey&apos;s (or she will come here, whatever), but I&apos;m feeling content just being alone. I feel bad, because I should call her, but I just don&apos;t feel like it! =P Gah, I&apos;m so antisocial. I should also visit my grandpa today. Now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, I might actually end up doing. Or not... But anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I have been thinking about this slightly for a couple days now. &lt;del&gt;A certain boy from school keeps telling me about his girl problems, and&lt;/del&gt; Ugh... boys make me feel so awkward. Die, little boys, die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto my breaking news for the day. I have discovered that thongs are a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; more comfy than regular underwear. Why? Well, regular underwear always manages to get lodged in my crack. With thongs, it&apos;s still up your crack, but there&apos;s just less material up there. ^_^ Okay, I think that at this point, Liz would say, &quot;TMI, Becky!!&quot; And she would be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I know that I have to update my user info for this journal. I just don&apos;t feel like making a new one OR copying and pasting from my old one. So give me time. I will, however, add Velma Gerbila (my virtual pet hedgehog) to my info in the near future.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2005 01:36:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am such a procrastinator.</title>
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  <description>The one thing that&apos;s been really bothering me for some time now is this: I feel like I have been wasting my summer. And the kicker is that I&apos;m too much of a procrastinator to get off my anus and change it. I don&apos;t feel &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; bad about it anymore though, because almost everyone that I&apos;ve talked to feels the same way. So tomorrow, weather permitting, I am going to *gasp* go outside. And maybe I will go to Liz&apos;s house if she doesn&apos;t sleep the entire day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, funny story about Liz. I called her yesterday, and her mom picked up the phone. I thought it was Liz, so I said, &quot;Hey Endo, what&apos;s up?&quot; Her mom laughed and was like, &quot;Umm, I think you want to talk to Liz, right?&quot; It was embarrassing, because in case you don&apos;t know, Endo is her nickname - short for endometrium. ~_^ Whatever, Liz&apos;s mom is so awesome and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know someone who needs to give me a ring... *cough* NEILA *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&apos;m out. My McFlurry is melting.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 07:43:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dayyyum!</title>
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  <description>Hey! This is my first entry in this journal. You may or may not know, but I am the artist formerly known as &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_beckythestrange&apos; lj:user=&apos;beckythestrange&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://beckythestrange.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://beckythestrange.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;beckythestrange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few thangs to say. Firstly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;I met Cheap Trick!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; w00t! I met them at Summerfest. My uncle is in another band that was playing, so he got some passes for me and my mom. Tom Peterson and Rick Neilsen gave me guitar picks! *dies* Oh yeah, and my latest obsession is Tom Peterson - he is so nerdy and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, too. Me and my mom were walking Lucy, and this family from Barbados on our street was having a party, so they invited us in. Oh my god - it was sooooo fun! Little Becky was in reggae heaven! ^___^ They played the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; songs. My mom drank a bottle of beer and had a bunch of rum-soaked cake, so she basically crashed when we got home. &apos;Twas quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I&apos;m gonna roll. I have to waste my brains on dance.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Neila, you suck. You went offline at &lt;i&gt;only 2:30 am!&lt;/i&gt; ^_^ Just kidding, I love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;Becky&amp;hearts;</description>
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