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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-12-12T19:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T01:02:31Z</published>
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    <lj:music>I'm watching Power Rangers.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Alright.&lt;br&gt;I've decided i'm going to attempt to update this waaaaay more. &lt;br&gt;Today was okay. Courtney and I talked about the most random things, like usual. &lt;br&gt;I'll explain my day to you because I have nothing else better to do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kay.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, to start. I couldn't sleep at all. I got about 2 hours maybe.&lt;br&gt;So I wake up. Get ready. Get on the bus. And go to school.&lt;br&gt;Before school the usual takes place...walk around being retarted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First hour&lt;/strong&gt;: We changed seats. I sit behind a goofy girl that stinks now. Ughhh. More kids presented their music poetry. I must say, their song choices are no match for what I did. And I went first. So I pretty much kick their asses. I worked on poems all the rest of the hour. They're not bad actually....&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second hour&lt;/strong&gt;: Caplis was being a deaf fartknocker and took forever to give me the paper I needed. We played Jeopardy. He made me turn the lights off. That's about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third hour&lt;/strong&gt;: Bree and I thought we had to go to the Auditorium instead of the gym to learn about BOWLING! Woo hoo. But we didn't. So we were late. Third tardy. Hopefully we don't have to do a Saturday or anything. But anywho. We change. Go up to the gym. And find out we're testing in the one stretch today. "The Plank." You only had to hold it for 45 seconds. Easssyyy. But we find teams for Volleyball, and start playing. My contact was fucking up so&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I took it out, and then it ripped. So my mom had to bring me a new one. I swear it took her FOREVER. But whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth hour&lt;/strong&gt;: Had a test. I thought it was going to be easy because I did perfect on the last one. I failed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth hour&lt;/strong&gt;: FUCK I FORGOT MY HOMEWORK FOR THAT CLASS. God damnit. I blame you. Anal Bead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth hour&lt;/strong&gt;: Always sucks. The weird boy who keeps bugging me to show him my boobs is in that class. I always feel really akward. Boys are sick.&lt;br&gt;Kaytlin wasn't at school so I had to walk to my locker after 6th hour by myself. Whatever.&lt;br&gt;We have a pep assembly tomorrow. Blahhhhhhhhh. Those are always OH SO MUCH FUN. Oh damn...I forgot. This one has the boys swimming in it. The cute german boys are on the swimteam. I changed my mind. I like this pep assembly.&lt;br&gt;But I'm really bored. I should have had Gerald take me to Taco Bell. Fuck i'm retarted.&lt;br&gt;I'm going to go straighten my hair or something.&lt;br&gt;Have fun.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>dkcvjhaksdjfhal.</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T23:33:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T23:33:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>teasing to please - cute is what we aim for</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay....I feel really weird today. Like, I don't know. Everything seems to be bothering me. My friends are being different lately. I'm not sure if I like it. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends to death. But I don't think I like change. I don't like it when people decide they don't want to be who they are anymore. It seems like most people are doing drastic things to fit in. And I don't mean changing the way they look. Because that's not changing. It's just their whole personality is different. Like we can't laugh about the things we used to.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair on Thursday. And by cut my hair, I mean I cut my hair. It looks nice. &lt;br /&gt;My niece is sitting on my lap as I type this. She's so cute. It's weird how when you're a kid, everything is alright. Like you eat a cookie...and everything is okay. Someone will hug you, and everythings better again. &lt;br /&gt;But i'll probably update this again later.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-10-09T09:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T13:06:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T13:06:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bury Your Head - Saosin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This weekend has been super rad. Friday Marie, Kaytlin and Amanda came here after school and we hung out until 7:30 - 8. Then we went to the football game. That was nice, because this time, unlike last time, Brenten didn't ditch me for Yvonne. She kept telling people I hated her and stuff and that caused drama and I don't like that but whatev. She's kindof, well really, annoying.&lt;br /&gt;But after that Marie and Kaytlin came back here and we ate salad and slept.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday Marie's mom picks her up, then Kaytlin's mom picks her up and me and my mom start fighting, like usual. She said if I cleaned the house she'd take me to Megan's. So I did. And she wouldn't take me. Eventually she did, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm at Megan's and we were playing outside and Brenten came over. So we went and tried to find him emo glasses at the 23490827498 dollar stores we have, but we weren't successful. &lt;br /&gt;My things kept getting shut in his car door. That wasn't cool.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;But we had him drop us off at Nathan's. And Nathan walked us to Keegan's and we were there until about midnight or so. That was fun. We watched a ton of movies. And I balanced Keegan's balancing beem thinger. I know.............i'm pretty much the greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;So I came home from Megan's like...10 minutes ago. And I ate a parfait from McDonalds...and i'm drinking a Carmel Latte from Mudhen because it's cold as fuck. But this thing is orgasmic. I'm liking it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;But anywho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;So bye.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-08-30T05:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T09:51:30Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Dead to the world - Jamisonparker</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ah, so today is the second day of school. Going back wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be, I would just much rather it still be summer. My fourth hour is gay though. Our Spanish teacher has to teach two other schools at the same time that she teaches ours, so we're all on camera and tv and junk. It's lame. I ended up having fifth hour with Steve and Chris, and I also ended up having to sit right across from Chris. I forgot to get him Pixy Stix today......damn. Oh well. But yeah school is okay. My lunch isn't that bad. I have quite a lot of people that I know in it. &lt;br /&gt;But I must be off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-08-16T21:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T01:13:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T01:13:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chaper Four - A7X</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The past couple days have sucked so much. I have fucking HIVES. They're sooo lame. Two days ago I went to the normal doctor and he gave me a perscription, but my father didn't get it because I could take Benedryl instead or something. So I did, and that did nothing for it. They ended up drawing freaking blood too because i'm Veg. and my dad was "concerned" about me not getting all of the shit I need to. That was akward. I don't like getting blood drawn. I should know in two days if they have to put me on even MORE medication. How fucking great is that? But I wake up this morning and my top lip was so swollen. I had hives in my mouth / throat too. My god it was horrible. So they made me go to the Emergency Room. I was only in there for about an hour or so though, so that's good. Then after I was done there, my parents and I went up to the third floor to see my Grandma who was going into surgery. I feel bad for her. Her Gulblatter or whatever it is burst, so she had to get it taken out. She was only in surgery for an hour though. But she ended up being fine, so i'm pretty happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;My day was horrible and spent at the hospital. I suck at life. &lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, bye.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-08-11T20:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T00:26:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T00:27:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Everything is alright - Motion City Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Blah. I'm back from camping...FINALLY. I have grown to hate it quite a lot. The place I was at this time was atleast semi-nice though. Where we were at we had a cable hook up. That made things a lot better. And we had air conditioning. And there's a pool there, so I'm not sure if you can really call it camping. But whatever it was it sucked. I played Tarzan a majority of the time. Megan was out there with me for a day, then a couple days later Court went there. &lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for a week on the 18th. My parents are going to a stupid Nascar race thing and I refuse to go, so i'm staying with my brother. There just happens to be a show on the 18th that Kyle's making me go to. I doubt i'll be able to. I need a ride. Any offers?&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over how fucking AMAZING the Bat Country video is. I keep watching it over and over and over and I'm not getting tired of it. I don't think I ever will get tired of it. The rev + fly swatter = orgasmic. I think he's one of the few boys that can make a fly swatter look hot. That's so rad. I wish I could make a fly swatter look hot. And Zacky.....in a bathtub.....with an octopus.....oh baby. &lt;br /&gt;A7x never ceases to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;I figured out that my favorite word is Narcissistic. I don't know why, but yeah. Kindof random. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go to this anniversary party on Sunday. It was alright...I guess. For my grandparents, so I couldn't get out of going. Everyone got so trashed. It was kindof funny. My brothers girlfriend kept giving me alcohol. And whenever my brother would see my glass slightly empty he'd put more in it. That was nice. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick of people making their MSN names stuff like "I HATE LIFE, I WANT TO DIE" or "I DON'T FEEL LIKE TALKING, SO LEAVE ME ALONE". So you want to die.....but you have time to go on MSN....makes sense? No. And if you don't want people to talk to you, WHY ARE YOU ONLINE. Damn people are stupid. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I must be off. &lt;br /&gt;Have fun.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-08-04T14:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T19:10:43Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We.......</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay. I'm finally back home. Until Sunday atleast. I have to leave to go camping again. Gag me. That's so boring. Atleast we'll have cable where we're going. The whole trip downstate was AMAZING. Warped....let's just say i'm definately going again next year. We got there at like....8, so we we're pretty far ahead in the line. There was only about 15 people in front of us. *Us/we = me, Court and her dad* Once we got in the actual spot, we went and saw the Starting Line. It was great. There was literally only one person in front of us before the gate. So lets just say that was insane. Court and I got pushed back towards the end, so we had a really hot boy throw us up and we just crowd surfed out. That was nice. After we both got out the guards made us go different ways, and my phone didn't work, so I couldn't find Courtney for a really long time. Wow that was scary. But I talked to the hot boy for a while. Hehe. I can't even remember the order I seen some of these bands in but yeah, they were nice. I saw: The Starting Line, Atreyu, Senses Fail, Hawthorne Heights, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Avenged Sevenfold, Mest, Motion City Soundtrack, annnnnnnd I think that would be all. I went to an A7X signing. Oh baby. I'm gonna post some pictures on here that I have when i'm done rambling. It was really great. They're super nice. I love it. I bought a really hot sweatshirt and a hat there. They're rad. I saw my brother there and we talked for a while. That was nice. He, like my sweatshirt and hat, is rad. I crowd surfed a whole four times, but i'm too scared to mosh. I got dropped twice during the Fall Out Boy set. The one time I landed on my back and it hurt really bad, so I had to get out. That sucked. I was really hoping to watch them. But oh well. I got to catch the end of A7x because of it. There were so many people at the FOB set though. And MCR wow, that was crazy. People up front were going nuts, but if you went to the back you could sit on the ground and you wouldn't even get stepped on. I saw Caleb and Nathan and all of them there. Nathan won't even talk to me anymore. Oh well, i'm not worried about it. Ass. &lt;br /&gt;The whole ride back to Roseville from there I had some part of my body *feet, head, arms* out the window. I couldn't even walk afterward. :) It was so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some of the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Warped Tour Pictures&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0007.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The only good one I got of MCR&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Court, Me, and Meg&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me and the fucking REVEREND :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A7x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mmm...Zacky&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mest&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0051.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tony!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/slipped-my-mind/0052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tony again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-25T22:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T02:49:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T02:49:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hands Down - Dashboard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things have been really sucky lately. For a while Nathan has been a lot different, so I asked him why and I guess he doesn't have fun with me anymore, and doesn't think we have as much in common as he had thought...so I broke up with him. Sure there were times when he was a really big ass, but when it comes down to it he was a good boyfriend. I'm still questioning whether I should have broken up with him or not. But I guess it would have hurt a lot more to have him break up with me. I still honestly love him. &lt;br /&gt;But aside from that Courtney came over yesterday I think it was. We had a lot of fun. We discussed how on CSI this kid suffocated another kid with an oven mit. So we tried it. Obviously it didn't work...Courtney's still alive. We lit things on fire as usual. I'm leaving on Thursday with her to Roseville for 5 days. WARPED ON SUNDAY. Ahh. That's gonna freaking RULE. Fall Out Boy......Live. Mmmm Fall Out Boy. And MCR, and Atreyu, and A7X and Thrice, and Motion City Soundtrack and GRRR I'm getting all happy again. It's kindof akward. &lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing many things today. Shows how bored I am. Apparently I should put some of them on shirts. I'm going to get some more iron ons and shirts tomorrow. Let me know if you'd like me to make you one. It depends on how rad you are if you'll have to pay me or not. ;) Jay Kay *Smile*. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, Andy Milonakis is my idol. &lt;br /&gt;"I ROCK PEAS ON MY HEAD, BUT DON'T CALL ME A PEA HEAD. BEE'S ON MY HEAD, BUT DON'T CALL ME A BEE HEAD. BRUCE LEE'S ON MY HEAD, BUT DON'T CALL ME A LEE HEAD. NOW PLEASE EXCUSE ME, I'VE GOTS TO GET MY TREE FED. I ROCK THE BRANDS AND I MAKE MY OWN CLOTHING. I HANG OUT WITH AN APPLE THAT LOVES SELF LOATHING ---I HATE MYSELF---. PANCAKES ON MY FACE, MAKES ME EXTRA HAPPY. I LIKE SHAMPOO BOTTLES THAT SIT ON MY LAPPY. CAUSE IT'S MY SHOW YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WHEN LIFE HANDS ME LEMONS, I MAKE BEEF STEW. SO YO I GOTTA GO IT'S TIME FOR ME TO ROCK IT. I PUT BOLOGNA IN MY LEFT POCKET. SMEAR SOME CREAM CHEESE IN MY GOLD LOCKET CAUSE IT'S MY SHOW I'M ANDY MILONAKIS. IT'S MY SHOW I'M SHMANDI SHMILOSHMAKIS. IT'S MY SHOW I'M ANDY MILONAKIS."&lt;br /&gt;Wow okay I can't believe i just did that. ANYWHO. &lt;br /&gt;I'm dying my hair tomorrow. I'm gonna do Black and Red chunks all over and if I don't like it I guess i'll just dye it all black. How lovely. &lt;br /&gt;I must be off though. &lt;br /&gt;Have fun. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-21T11:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T16:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T16:11:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dirty Little Secret - All American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went to Meg's house yesterday, and we went to Nathan's. It was kindof boring but oh well. It was worth it. This morning I was woken up by Meg freaking out about how Ryan Sheckler was going to be on tv. He never came on. So we walked over to Surf's, where I am writing this. Before we came here we saw a whole bunch of little kids so we walked over to where they were to see what was going on, and they were fishing in the fountain. So not cool. We really want to fish in the fountain. But we kept walking farther because we seen Ronald McDonald. Then we turned around because he had too much happiness for us. &lt;br /&gt;But anywho i'll update later about all of the fun activities Meg and I take place in.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-18T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T00:58:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T00:58:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Unholy Confessions - Avenged Sevenfold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So i'm going through all of my files, and I came across this song Nathan recently wrote. I love it, so i'm gonna post it on here. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've marked all the dates, on an old calander&lt;br&gt;And here it clearly states, an anniversary&lt;br&gt;Marked in black ink, and branded with an x&lt;br&gt;Lets celebrate the life, of an anniversaries death&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So fire fire, I'm the floor&lt;br&gt;Just pull it pull it, I can't feel anymore&lt;br&gt;Don't cry don't cry, You knew someday I would die&lt;br&gt;Good morning aniversary, of the day that I died&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here the clock beeps, echoing &lt;br&gt;Signifies the time, switched to digital these bright red lights&lt;br&gt;Burn into my eyes, the time it seems is taughting to me&lt;br&gt;As a bang drowns out the beeping clock, the clock has forever stopped&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So fire fire, I'm the floor&lt;br&gt;Just pull it pull it, I can't feel anymore&lt;br&gt;Don't cry don't cry, You knew someday I would die&lt;br&gt;Good morning aniversary, of the day that I died&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh calander your pages torn&lt;br&gt;These black ink marks faded and worn&lt;br&gt;The beeping clock has long since stopped&lt;br&gt;This room dilapidated, these feelings all sedated&lt;br&gt;Written on a card on the floor reads&lt;br&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;br&gt;Reads &lt;br&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh calander your pages torn&lt;br&gt;These black in marks faded and worn&lt;br&gt;Reads&lt;br&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;br&gt;So.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;fire fire, I'm the floor&lt;br&gt;Just pull it pull it, I can't feel anymore&lt;br&gt;Don't cry don't cry, You knew someday I would die&lt;br&gt;Good morning aniversary, of the day that I died&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fire fire&lt;br&gt;Just pull it pull it&lt;br&gt;Don't cry don't cry&lt;br&gt;Good morning dark day&lt;br&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slipped_my_mind:5043</id>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-18T15:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T20:12:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T20:12:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My eyes burn - Matchbook Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things have been going pretty good lately. I went to the movies with Courtney and Jacquelyn on Saturday. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I must say....it was quite insane. Corpse Bride comes out on my birthday. Score.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan came back on Sunday. I think we're going to hang out on Wednesday. I miss him so fucking much. Steve found out about that...he had a song to sing for me. It went something like: Kay-la Kay-la your boyfriends back. It made me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Court came over yesterday because I hate being home alone at night. It was fun. My mom had to go to the hospital cause her hands and leg are all fucked. I think she's good now but yeah...it sucked. &lt;br /&gt;I got these vitamins a while ago and they're so gross. But....they're shaped like Lions, Elephants and Monkeys so it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;13 more days till Warped. God that's gonna be so rad. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;I'm finally reading the book i've left at Courtney's for like....a month. Speak. It's really good. I'm almost done with it. Betcha didn't think I read books did you? &lt;br /&gt;My brothers gonna be up here on the 22nd. Me and him got really close these past couple years. I guess we can just relate on a lot of levels. We can talk about pretty much anything, and I love that. He's bringing his girlfriend up here too. Apparently she's pretty rad. I hope so. They're playing a show on the 23rd. I watched them play a while ago and they were so good. The best show they've ever played I guess. &lt;br /&gt;I've updated my Pool skills quite a lot. I'm gonna be a hustler. Steve is my partner. I realized how friggen good I am at banking shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, Have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-13T01:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T05:52:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-13T05:52:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Before She's Buried - In For The Kill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So Nathan went to Ohio...and I miss him a lot. For the first like...5 days he was normal, but he just completely changed. I don't even know what to do anymore...he's being such a fucking dick. &lt;br /&gt;I've cried so much the past couple days. I honestly can't even stand it. &lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyn has helped me soo much with the whole thing though. She's definately one of the few people I can talk to. I love that girl so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love Nathan so much...hopefully he changes when he gets back...otherwise it's over....which is going to suck.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-04T03:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T07:21:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T07:21:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Car Underwater - Armor For Sleep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, i'm at Steve's...and I just won my first game of Solitare EVER. This is so rad.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-07-02T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T02:31:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T02:31:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hellogoodbye - Dear Jamie.....</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Grr. I'm really bored. Nathan left for Ohio for two weeks. Therefore, the next two weeks are going to be insanely boring. It's been a day, not even a day, and I already miss him. I'm lame, what can I say. I hung out with him again yesterday which is good. We had fun I guess.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-20T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T18:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T18:15:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Distillers - Beat Your Heart Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question1" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type1" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kayla &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question2" value="Name%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type2" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 10, 1991&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question3" value="Birthday%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type3" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alpena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question4" value="Birthplace%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type4" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alpena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question5" value="Current+Location%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type5" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question6" value="Eye+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type6" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question7" value="Hair+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type7" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'7"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question8" value="Height%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type8" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question9" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type9" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psh...I dunno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question10" value="Your+Heritage%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type10" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question11" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type11" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question12" value="Your+Weakness%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type12" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lot of things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question13" value="Your+Fears%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type13" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question14" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type14" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To 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dunno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question18" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type18" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't have one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question19" value="Your+Bedtime%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type19" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanging with my brother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question20" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type20" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question21" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type21" 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align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question25" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type25" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question26" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type26" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question27" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type27" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question28" value="Do+you+Swear%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type28" 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type="hidden" name="type35" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question36" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type36" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question37" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type37" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question38" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type38" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" 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name="question45" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type45" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question46" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type46" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question47" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type47" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question48" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type48" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question49" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type49" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question50" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type50" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question51" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type51" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question52" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type52" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question53" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type53" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question54" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type54" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question55" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type55" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doing something insanely rad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question56" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type56" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Musician, Journalist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question57" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type57" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dunno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question58" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type58" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question59" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.."&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type59" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question60" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type60" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black or Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question61" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type61" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question62" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type62" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taller than 5'7"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question63" value="Height%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type63" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question64" value="Weight%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type64" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skater ? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question65" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type65" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;None&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question66" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type66" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too many&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question68" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type68" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question69" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type69" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;None :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question70" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type70" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quite a few&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question71" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type71" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slipped_my_mind:3689</id>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-17T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T21:47:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T21:47:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jude Law and A Semester Abroad - Brand New</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ahh! Courtney got her 3.7!! Which, if you don't know, means I'M GOING TO WARPED TOUR!! Ahh. I can't friggen wait. It's gonna rock.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slipped_my_mind:3354</id>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-13T08:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-13T12:49:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-13T12:49:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jordan talking...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">MASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will live in a house.&lt;br /&gt;You will marry Mr. Zacky Baker *Vengeance*&lt;br /&gt;You will drive a Corvette. &lt;br /&gt;Your wedding dress is white.&lt;br /&gt;You will honeymoon in Europe. &lt;br /&gt;You will work as a Journalist.&lt;br /&gt;You'll eat cheesy potatoes at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;You will have one kid.&lt;br /&gt;"Me So Horny" is your wedding song.&lt;br /&gt;You will have sex 4,497 times on your honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slipped_my_mind:3198</id>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-11T08:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T12:36:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T00:16:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rise against - swing life away</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow...it's 8:28 and i'm wide awake. this is so not even cool. i've been watching rap videos for about a half an hour now. crazy. i really don't understand them either. what's the point? to have a fat girl shake her butt around a camera while hardly wearing any clothes? &lt;br /&gt;i've been on barbie.com for quite a while, and if barbie keeps on being so narcissistic, i may have to suggest not letting kids play with them. i mean, do you want your kids to only care about how they look, or want them to wear really ugly lipstick and shit? and, i do have to say, polly pocket is a bitch. she doesn't give you enough time to do anything. you try to find the effing ticket, but is it there? no. &lt;br /&gt;i also think it would be logical for fire trucks to spray yogurt at stuff instead of water. i've tested this out, and it just happens to put stuff out better. plus its way radder.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-10T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T00:54:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-11T00:54:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>choking victim - crack rock steady</lj:music>
    <content type="html">if you had me alone, locked up in a room, what would you do with me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slipped_my_mind:2651</id>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-10T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T00:49:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-11T00:49:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>every time i die - prom song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today is officially the first day of summer. school got out yesterday, i'm pretty happy about that. i like not having to worry about if i'm passing or not. in 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 6th hours atleast. i'm not sure how much i'm gonna miss junior high. it was nice having classes with some of my best friends. now i'm not sure how much i'm gonna see some of them, which is really depressing. &lt;br /&gt;i went to marie's yesterday. we walked to wendy's. that makes everything so much better. we talked about a lot of stuff too. like how christina is pissed at us when it has nothing to do with her...that one really sucks. but yeah we came back to my house and played in the rain. that was also very fun. we jumped on the trampoline and i rolled around the deck and stuff. megan was supposed to come over today and we were gonna have a rockstar party, and play guitar and crap, but that obviously didn't happen. i'm too lame right now. &lt;br /&gt;i got my teeth cleaned today! yay! i don't like dentists though. they make me nervous. &lt;br /&gt;my brother's band is playing a show on the 18th. i'm so excited. my first show. mike made new shirts and stuff and he's gonna save me one. i'm gonna be the promoter. so as promoter i tell you, GO CHECK OUT SEVEN NOTES IN BLACK RIGHT NOW! oh yeah and buy their merch. &lt;br /&gt;anywho, i must be off. &lt;br /&gt;peace out.</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-06-10T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T00:40:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-11T00:50:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dead kennedys - police truck</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i dont feel like having to change the font color, so just highlight it so you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074662660" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Your love is... by &lt;a href="http://www.hometown.aol.com/yoyogirl8910/myhomepage/index.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;ChibiMarronchan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your name is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Your name is..." value="Kayla" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your kiss is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your hugs are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;sparkle like the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your touch is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;irresistable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your smell is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;exotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your smile is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;encouraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="ChibiMarronchan"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074662660"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slipped_my_mind:2181</id>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-05-29T09:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-29T13:40:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T13:40:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Under Pressure - The Used and MCR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Blah...I finally woke up. I've done nothing but sleep. On Friday I went to Amanda's with her and Laurie and we went to the carnival. We met up with Chris there. That was kindof fun. We went in the mall to walk around because we were bored. Chris wouldn't try on any girls clothes. We're determined to get him to wear emo pants though. We were bored again so we went to Burger King because I wanted a crown and Chris wanted fries. I swear the woman that was working wanted Chris BAD. She kept giving us free stuff. It was goofy. Then some creepy guy tried talking to me about guitars. I decided it would be best not to talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;So when the carnival was over we went and got movies. We watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show *great movie*. Me and Laurie were the only ones that made it through the whole thing though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i'm off. &lt;br /&gt;If I think of anything else i'll update some more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/3 Kayla</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-04-29T10:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T14:17:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T14:17:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>She has a girlfriend now - reel big fish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today i'm supposed to be at school. But we're doing these messed up Career Day things. So now I get to sit at home all day in my pajamas watching music videos and cartoons. I personally don't want to listen to someone talk about their career unless it's something insane. Then, after half of the day is done you have to go to some place. If I were to go i'd be going to the JAIL. How fun, going to a jail. I would probably actually get flipping scared. &lt;br /&gt;I watched the end of Saw yesterday. I saw the beginning a while ago, and i'm glad I didn't see the middle. I was scared at one point and I had a bottle of juice in my hand so I screamed and squeezed the bottle and it all exploded. It was pretty sweet. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i'll prolly update some more today. I'll be super bored. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Kayla</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-04-22T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T02:46:26Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Kiss Me, I'm Contagious - From First To Last</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm so emo today. Over a ton of shit too. I don't really feel like writing about it though. That'll prolly make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect time to write a song though, although I can't think of one flipping thing to write about. I've been trying so hard to write a good, not cheesy happy song. It hasn't been going too well. &lt;br /&gt;I have two new favorite songs. :). Her Eyes Horizon by Miles Fair and You Give Love A Bad Name by Atreyu.&lt;br /&gt;Sydney just sent me I Keed by Triumph The Insult Comic Dog. I love this song. She's been letting me wear her tie since around Tuesday i'm guessing. I don't really remember but i've had it for a while. I love it so much. She's getting a new one and she's gonna give it to me! Yay! I'm so lame. &lt;br /&gt;Today, before I was emo, Kaytlin and I wrote a song about Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;"Jesus is great yo&lt;br /&gt; Jesus is good&lt;br /&gt; He saved all the wicked children from the hood&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; GO JESUS - GO JESUS - GO - GO - GO JESUS"&lt;br /&gt;It's still being worked on. &lt;br /&gt;Well i'm crying and I don't know why so i'm gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Kayla</content>
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    <title>slipped_my_mind @ 2005-04-10T15:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T19:14:47Z</published>
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    <lj:music>My Lovely Guitar Playing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Jeez...I haven't updated in a while. Yesterday I went to Courtney's aunts house. *she's my neighbor* She was babysitting them. Earlier that day I found out that I can play Should I Stay Or Should I Go. It's simple. After Courtney was done babysitting we came back to my house. We rode the four-wheeler, and got covered in mud. On Friday Steve came over. It was quite boring actually. At school I had my camera and we took a crapload of pictures. My first band picture! It took us a while to get one we liked. We made a Purevolume site too. It says we haven't been approved yet. Check it out though once we do get approved. www.purevolume.com/accidentalflirt. We made a Piczo site, and an email too. www.accidental-flirt.piczo.com, accidentalflirt@hotmail.com. Check the piczo site out too. Email us if you feel the need. &lt;br /&gt;Sydney and Megan rocked at the talent show on Friday. Seven Nation Army. Good job you guys. They dedicated the song to me and Courtney, which made me insanely happy. Sydney let me wear her tie. That made me even MORE happy. If you can believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have no idea what else to write about, so I'm off. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3, Kayla</content>
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