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  <title>Shouldn't we be doing something... constructive?</title>
  <subtitle>What did you have in mind?</subtitle>
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    <email>mbpquirk@gmail.com</email>
    <name>The quiet ingenue</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-13T18:54:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meemsers:125025</id>
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    <title>Right now I'm not like :D, I'm like &amp;gt;:(</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T18:10:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T18:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Iiiiit's that time of year again. Exam time, final crunch time. I've gotten one paper and one exam out of the way, so that's good. One more ten page paper and my psych exam tomorrow to worry about. Then I am FREE and -- need to figure out what to do over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, I'm so damn tired. I'm so ready for school to be over. Next year should be groovy, though. I have two French classes, and two detective fiction classes (on of which is also a French class). And random Sociology. I was going to take Math this summer, but the timing didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, my school had free, professional massages today. Ten minutes of delightfulness. The lady who did me was like, "Wow, I know we're  just supposed to relax you and not try to fix you, but when I see a neck like yours I can't  help it." My muscles are crazytense in my neck. She asked me if it was okay if she used some -- muscle relaxing ointment or something, or shifted the head rest, or whatever. At that point, she could have had a broom in the small of my back, her fingers up my nostrils, and be pulling in opposite directions and I could not have cared less. It felt really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though of course I'm ruining it all by being flopped on my stomach with my computer, but I just fail like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess just letting you all know that I'm not dead. I'm just -- crazy busy for the next thirty hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay -- Hamlet paper time. Wish me luck! Oy. :\</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meemsers:124772</id>
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    <title>How did your brain even learn human speech? I'm just so curious.</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T18:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T01:21:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just a note that this isn't about anyone specifically, just general frustration of the world at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People amaze me sometimes. Just -- how amazingly... dumb people can be. I know that's unfair of me, there have just been a lot of moments this week that made me stop and go, "... really?" Some people, I wonder how they function in society. Gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little worried as to how this will affect my Student Leader class next fall (it's like a TA, only less important and there are more of us per class). Incoming Freshmen frighten me, just a little. Though the ones I met at Roo Camp yesterday seemed okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with my upcoming endeavors as a Freshman mentor, or lord XD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meemsers:124080</id>
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    <title>Two in one day? IMPOSSIBLE :O</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T01:28:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T01:28:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But true :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God apparently likes me today. My friend Chica gave me a cupcake for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Day"&gt;White Day&lt;/a&gt;, which made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No class on Friday, woohoo! And then Spring Break after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get a bottle of water from the vending machine, and it gave me the water &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is halfway decent today despite getting only three hours of sleep. I have crap to worry about for Wednesday, but I don't... feel like worrying right now :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meemsers:123874</id>
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    <title>Five inches of snow? In this day and age? I don't know where I LIVE anymore!</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T00:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T00:30:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weather madness over this way. This is a picture I stole off the weather website because I can't get mine off my phone XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/16bgg9k.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it looked like here Thursday and Friday last week. Crazyness, yeah? Four or five inches of snow. In March. In Texas. People were wandering around going "What on EARTH is that?" In their James Mason voices, "Jeezy Creezy, what on EARTH is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a teensy bit of snow left now. Alas XD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meemsers:123573</id>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2007-11-06T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T20:22:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T20:27:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='amything' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;amything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *blinks at Discovery News headline*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='amything' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;amything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Pregnant Teens Common Among Dinosaurs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meemsers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meemsers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ... uh --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tyriangalley' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyriangalley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='amything' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;amything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: That's what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meemsers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meemsers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Like -- teen dinosaurs or.... teens... living amongst dinosaurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='amything' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;amything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I think -- teen dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meemsers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meemsers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: It's those damn bad boy T-Rexes, I bet. The girls go crazy for them and next thing they know they're knocked up and he's headed out of town to find some hot  young velociraptor to replace them with. It's a shame, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meemsers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meemsers.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meemsers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ... I think that's the strangest sentance I've ever typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tyriangalley' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyriangalley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ....XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tyriangalley' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyriangalley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: NOW I HAVE MENTAL IMAGES OF T-REXS AS THE T-BIRDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tyriangalley' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyriangalley.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyriangalley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: THANK  YOU, MEEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossposted at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='amything' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://amything.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;amything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s journal. Maybe between us, we'll  make Metaquotes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I LIED! I SEE IT NOT AT HER JOURNAL! :O Maybe she'll post it later, cuz she said she would XD</content>
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    <title>Is that what letting go is all about?</title>
    <published>2007-08-28T19:44:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-28T21:29:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, what's with me and emo entries lately? Three in a row. I promise the next one will be more cheerful, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had Dixie since I was eight -- she was my eighth birthday present, actually. She's my baby, I was the one who took care of her those first few weeks. I got up to take her out, I fed her, her crate stayed next to my bed so I could hear her if she started crying. She grew up so fast -- paws first. Her paws have always been a little too big for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the first year she couldn't jump off the end of the dock to go after a tennis ball. She'd wade in the water a little, but couldn't do much more. She's had bad arthritis for a few years now, the doctors all said it was the worst they'd ever seen. My poor baby. She's been so stiff lately, we were all worried about her. And she wrenched her shoulder this summer, so we thought maybe it hadn't healed properly. So mom took her to the doctor this morning to get some x-rays. And it turns out she has bone cancer. My baby. Has bone cancer. We're going over to the vet sometime soon. I don't know if we're going to put her down or not, mom didn't say. It might be better, so she doesn't have to be in pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all these depressing entries, and thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. I really do appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/belovedinfidel/dixie1.png" border="0" alt="on the dock"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her element, at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/belovedinfidel/dixie3.png" border="0" alt="wet puppy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shade after a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/belovedinfidel/dixie2.png" border="0" alt="elegant"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; We're meeting with the surgeon tomorrow to see what they'd recommend. We're likely going to amputate, but we're looking at all the options. Cross your fingers for us.</content>
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    <title>I'VE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! IT'S LIKE I'M BEING TIED TO A YELLOW RENTAL TRUCK --</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T17:35:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T17:35:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">--  BEING PACKED IN WITH FERTALIZER AND FUEL OIL PUSHED OVER A CLIFF BY A SUICIDAL MICKEY MOUSE! I'VE GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA FIND A WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like that song very much. It just seems appropriate. I -- need to get out of this house. Mom's driving me crazy. I just -- aaaaaugh. She's on me about packing, which is fine. I leave in four days PRAISE THE LORD. But apparently I &lt;i&gt;worry&lt;/i&gt; her. Because I got shitty directions to my friend's house. I couldn't remember exactly how to get there, so I looked on mapquest, right? Well it gave me the wrong Shady Hill. I ended up in East Dallas instead of North Dallas. And -- of course, my brother told my mom this and she bitched me out about it. She said it makes her worry and think I don't know what's going on. And she's not sure I'm ready to drive, because I won't drive with her. ... well yeah, because she'd backseat drive the whole time and make me freak out. But no, that shows I'm immature. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm -- running away to New York, I swear. I'll live with my aunt, she's barely there, it'll be great. I'll be an actress and work at Starbucks until I make it. Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I killed myself -- or studied business -- no more parents spitting up on my career. So are you showing? Where's &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; going? Home for Christmas? Not this year!&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hatred of life.</title>
    <published>2007-08-23T07:17:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-23T07:18:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life is such shit sometimes, you know? My neighbour -- possibly the single nicest man in the world, is sick. Very very sick. Might not pull through sick. Dammit -- he's a great dad, he's a nice neighbour. Just -- really good at the DNA level. Always willing to help out. Lets people use his guest house all the time. Good Christian, drives a Prias... and last year, their daughter almost died. Can they not get a fucking break? It makes me so mad I want to cry.</content>
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    <title>Pimpage!</title>
    <published>2007-08-21T06:31:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T06:31:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hallo hallo, all. First off, I'm insanely jealous of my friend Krissy and her talent. And thusly I would like to pimp &lt;a href="http://harbek.livejournal.com/74415.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; lovely piece of &lt;strike&gt;ass&lt;/strike&gt; art. Enjoy, it is Sirius and it is gorgeous. It's Siriusly gorgeous! :D</content>
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    <title>Zombies. Oh my.</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T03:02:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T03:02:54Z</updated>
    <category term="zombies"/>
    <content type="html">The day started out normally enough. I got up, went to class, came home, started homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I heard about the zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "No problem, I'm not next door to any cemetaries -- I'll be fine, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad got home from work, looking a little paler than usual. He suggested that we go driving together... in a cemetary. I wouldn't have thought anything of it had his left arm not fallen to the floor at that precise moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in my room, door locked, under my desk, typing this to you all. I hope I make it through the night. I hope my dad doesn't infect anyone else. I hope I don't have to walk to school tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my dog wanted in. He's watching me, head cocked to the side, whimpering. He looks kind of grey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html"&gt;Blog like it's the end of the world!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meemsers:121760</id>
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    <title>Meme sheep</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T06:18:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-28T06:18:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bad weeks suck. I'll do this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment and I will give you 3 interests on your list, and 3 icons, for you to explain. Do the same for me if you choose. (I hope you choose. :))</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2007-02-26T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T03:48:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T03:48:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Augh, random bit of squee. My boss, my lovely wonderful shiny boss, was in a music video with Anthony Rapp. Anthony Motherfuckin’ Rapp. (It wasn’t Out Out Damned Spot, but that’d be fun too XD) She went to his loft and met his cats – she didn’t mention his boyfriend, though, so I dunno if they were together then. But omg how cute is that? XD He lives in a loft with his boyfriend and their cats. That’s the most adorable thing evar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, she e-mailed her son Marshall who talks to him now and then – they’re not like, BFF, but they’re friends. And she asked if Marshall could grab Anthony next time he was in town and beg an autograph for me. And Marshall e-mailed back and said Anthony WAS in town and and and he’d see what he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… omg. Anthony. Motherfucking. Rapp. Is friends. With. My boss’s son. And he will SEE WHAT HE CAN DO! Duuuuuuuuude this is totally better than stalking Marc Jacoby’s son XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… I’m such a loser, wow. BUT OMG EEEEEE ANTHONY RAPP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relation to absolutely nothing, I had to look up Cheryl Costantini. Two guesses what I misread that as and the first doesn’t count.</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2007-02-07T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T01:46:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T01:46:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do people have to be mean? ;_; I got hung up on today (Yes, yes, still doing that goddamn stupid project). I was nice and polite and told him exactly why I was calling – and he hung up. At least say, “Sorry, not interested,” instead of slamming the phone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- two! Two hang-ups now! “Hello, yes, I’m looking for Victor?” “-- *click*” “… hello?” Augh, wtf is up with people? D: Oh – we got cut off. He called back and was all TMI about his medical issues and how he wants to be part of the website and stuff but he’s not sure he can – take pictures of his work? Iunno o_O Maybe he’s got a special phone or something, I’m so confused ;_; *shoves him at my boss &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, that’s how you put people on hold. There’s a big button that says HOLD -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m never being a telemarketer ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Catherine says I’m doing well and I get an A for smArt :D – like art smarts? SmArt? Um, shut up &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, I gave my umbrella to a homeless man. It felt right.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>More work ramblings.</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T02:54:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T03:16:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gotta love a workplace where people randomly burst into song. BritishJohn made up his own version of Zip-a-dee-do-da today. “There’s a bluebird on my nostril, it’s the truth, it’s actual, everything is satisfactual! There’s a moustache on my top lip, and it’s makin’ me sneeze, cuz it’s grown down to my knees!” We love BritishJohn ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, another day in the workplace, another randomass entry XD These are way too fun to type. And it gives my brain a nice little rest from Excel (dear sweet lord I hate spreadsheets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly random little – thing. I think BritishJohn is sekkritly John Constantine XD I mean – for one thing he’s a British guy named John. And he used to be in a band, back in the 70s in London. I was like, “… *omgfangirlz* :D” He was playing something he wrote – this really happy cheerful song. He’s like, “It’s about suicide ^_^ It’s called ‘I’m Going To Go To A Corner and Kill Myself Now’.” It’s also really funny to hear someone say, “Okay, John, how illegal is this?” They were talking about taxes, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, I totally just made a huge dork of myself. This person came over from The Press Democrat and I was like, “You work with my housemate :D” She kinda went o_O at me and was like, “Uuuuh, we have 300 people working for us…” So – nerdy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… wow. I just finished entering a grand total of 180 names, addresses, and phone numbers into an Excel file. I think I’ve gone crosseyed &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; At least my coworkers help me keep my sense of humour. Otherwise I’d be crying by now. God I hate this project. I have another box left ;_; And I have to call people ;_; I don’t want to talk on the phone with people I don’t know. Yesterday I called and was like, “Hi, is Florence there? :D *cheerful barista voice*” There was a long pause, then, “Florence has been dead for ten years.” “……… ohmygraciousI’msosorry :O ;_;” The awkward. It burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh, okay, huge pet peeve. People who don’t say who they are on their voice mail, but just say their number. Okay, good, that was the number I called. But um – is it the person I’m looking for? It’s so awkward to leave a message being all, “… hi, I’m looking for so-and-so? If this is you, call back :D” Roar ;_; Or just keep that damn generic robotic message instead of bothering to change it. Also, a bunch of people have been really rude if I got the wrong number. This person I just called was all, “There’s no one here by that name &amp;gt;: (“ “… I’m sorry, I have the wrong number. ^_^ *attempts to be cheerful anyway*” “Um. Yeah. &amp;gt;: ((((“ “… sorry again, bye ;_;” I had a guy on my list that had a question mark – which I assumed meant we hadn’t gotten a hold of him (I didn’t make the list, I dunno what everything means). He was all bitchy and like, “You already CALLED here and I already SAID that I wanted them back!” Well fine, geez. Sorry to be considerate. You could be nice like the guy I just called. “Oh – I thought she talked to someone about that. Huh. Well go ahead and send ‘em back :D” I hate talking on the phone so much. And I have sixty more people to call. Goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… wow, that was fun. This person was really hard of hearing. So I spent a good five minutes on the phone, trying not to scream at the top of my lungs but still get them to hear me. She went and changed her hearing aid at one point, but that didn’t help. I’m not a loud person, and this place echoes like whoa. When I hung up, everyone applauded XD Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to conclude this ridiculously long entry! XD An office quote&lt;br /&gt;Sam: What’s that noise?&lt;br /&gt;Catherine: That’s John Moran’s incessant pounding because he’s seriously ADD and I’m going to kill him. Now I’m going to go get coffee. But I’m not getting you anything because you’re already too noisy. If you can even hear me with your headphones on. Which you probably can and you’re ignoring me. I’M GOING TO GET COFFEE, JOHN, GOODBYE!"</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2007-01-29T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-30T02:03:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T02:03:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PREPARE FOR A LONG, RANDOM, RAMBLING POST ABOUT MY NEW JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect those who don't want to read, I put it behind a cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H’okay, so. This is my job. Pretty sweet lookin’ job, you might say – ART! H’anyway, so –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… that’s enough of that XD So here I am at work (not posting this from work, just writing it – no internets unless we pirate it from next door &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;). I am processing a hundred million old files to return to people. It is – insanity. Oh, I should, uh, tell you what I’m doing XD I’m in California, in this internship program. It’s pretty damned nifty. I got an internship at The Arts Council of Sonoma County. It’s shiny! Loooootta paperwork, though -_-; I’m not looking forward to making calls to check on the addresses. I mean – Szczepanski? How the fuck do you pronounce that? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… craaaaap I have to go back and edit the last 83 entries I did because I filled it out wrong. *sigh* Excel is your friend. Really. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right – edited all those. Is it sad that my ‘break’ is writing this journal entry? Woohoo, I fail :D … maybe I’ll make a quick icon. I’m special &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the rundown of my coworkers, as far as I know. Catherine is my bossthing – she’s the volunteer coordinator… thing. She’s supercool and laidback. She’s like “What time do you want to leave today? ^_^” I was like “… uh. When… do you want me to leave?” “Oh, you know, whenever.” It’s like rehabilitating after being in prison. She keeps reminding me to stop working and take a break. I was like “But – it’s not – I – I get a break? Really?” I had to wait until Allan or the shift head told me to take my ten, back at Starbucks. I can sit and talk to people. How cool is that? And how sad is it that I think this is a new and fantastic thing? Yeah, Starbucks is like bootcamp sometimes. Take your ten at this time, take your lunch at this time. I’m not adjusting well to this new freedom. I waited two and a half hours to take a break the first time because you had to work at least two hours before you got a ten at Starbucks. Four hours for a lunch break. I was here – maybe three-ish hours when Catherine and Sam (I dunno what Sam does, she’s just nice XD) were like “We’re going to the deli, wanna come with?” Like – go to the deli. Outside the office.  Take a break to get lunch. And – sit and eat it. And talk. I was shocked, which makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGH WTF WHERE DID MY EXCEL DOCUMENT GO? :O …. Oh okay there it is. Phew. Back to work for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cool to work in a place where I can listen to Spring Awakening and no one cares XD I mean – it’s not loud. But I’m listening to a song called Totally Fucked. No one’s asked me to turn it off. Woohoo! (I was told I could listen to my music at a reasonable level… I used to have a place by the window… and I could watch the squirrels… and they were merry… I  believe that’s my stapler…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… that’s the Sue-iest name ever XD Chaz Willow Clover. I bet they have violet orbs for eyes. Oh there’s a picture – damn, he’s normal looking. Last names first amuses me. Because then we have Gay Gary and Gentle Michael. Ha, there’s a person who just goes by Easton. How very… Cher of them. They’ve got AOL, I should IM them and be like “Y helo there &amp;gt;:] I leik ur artz, lolz.” Only not. Ahem &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! Coworkers XD There’s BossJohn who actually grew up in Doore County, WI. I was shocked, since that’s right near where I go every summer. Then there’s BritishJohn who’s for serious cool (and a little crazy. A lot crazy XD). Nicole is an adorable little Asian girl that I want to squish and give tea. I think that’s everyone! They’re all laidback, except for BossJohn who wears a suit every day. Everyone else is in jeans. I’m so overdressed right now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaand time to go home, yay! :D</content>
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    <title>Kerching kerchiiiiing</title>
    <published>2006-09-17T03:14:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-17T03:15:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-phonepost journalid="986656" dpid="1829"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey's a whore, so you get another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense, really.</content>
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    <title>Newt's lesbian sister? I'll tell them. You heard? They heard.</title>
    <published>2006-09-17T02:56:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-17T02:58:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-phonepost journalid="986656" dpid="1424"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voicemail #1 and We're Okay from RENT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because voiceposts are addictive.</content>
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    <title>Voice Post</title>
    <published>2006-09-13T23:48:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-13T23:49:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-phonepost journalid="986656" dpid="1261"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me singing On My Own! Poorly! Yay! (Damn you, Cesca)</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-07-05T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T22:32:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T22:38:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/belovedinfidel/Mark2.jpg" border="0" alt="Mark"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my friend's birthday. I think he would have been -- twenty-four. He died last October from a drug overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mark, and miss you tons. We all do. Happy birthday.</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-05-08T17:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T21:58:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T21:58:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Open up iTunes or your other MP3 player. Put it on shuffle. Ask it these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How does the world see me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get Used to This" Cyrena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- they could get used to me, if they really have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Will I have a happy life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ich Deck' Dich Zu" German RENT Cast (-- or the German version of I'll Cover You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'll be happy and find love... in Germany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What do my friends think of me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Away, Away! My Heart's on Fire" Pirates of Penzance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have obviously lied to them and told them I'm an orphan when I'm really not and now they want revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amigone" Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point of the song is love and sex, so that's a pretty obvious 'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How can I make myself happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet Transvestite" Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... um. I -- there are a lot of ways that could be interpreted and I'm not sure I like any of them XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What should I do with my life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time Is Running Out" Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a love that doesn't smother me or bury me alive? Sounds good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Will I ever have children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Walk The Line" Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is that a yes? I will stay true to the one I love and we will have kids. Sure. Works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What is some good advice for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tango: Maureen" Dutch Cast of RENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... apparently not to leave my boyfriend for a girl? Snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. How will I be remembered?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loser" 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What's my signature dance song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Stop Me Now" Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's fun to dance to so -- huzzah! We have a working one XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What's my current theme song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mood Rings" Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually always my theme song O__O Creepeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What do others think my current theme song is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Brightside" The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I'm not quite sure what the song means, I'm not sure how to take that. Um -- help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What shall they play at my funeral?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;LaVieBohemeohpleaseohplease?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheeseburger in Paradies" Jimmy Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... that works too! Hee, I approve of Jimmy Buffet at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What type of men do I like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grey" Ani DiFranco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I like monochrome, depressing men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 1/2. What type of women do I like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slide" GooGoo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sad, but beautiful. I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. How's my love life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passive (Explicit)" A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... on the critical list, apparently? But it's sexy! So yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for timewaisting things.</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-04-24T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T14:51:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T14:51:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok for serious, is Mimi gonna hafta cut a bitch? This screen is &lt;i&gt;insane&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a secret code. *squints and tries to read* Eat... more... chikken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... or I got two hours of sleep, hi -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'll stop with the pointless entries. I'm just bored and no Taco Bell for ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda cool. There are all these lines dancing over the screen. On the background they're red and on the white screen they're aqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just -- um -- go. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-04-24T10:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T14:41:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T14:41:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... the way this screen is flickering is mildly worrying. If it flickers too much I'll switch computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But -- HEY LOOK WHO'S ALIVE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... me, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have papers and exams to study for and all sorts of lovely things I really don't want to do and I'm halfway between really wanting it to be Thursday and actually needing the time to do stuff (like clean my room, heh) and my this is turning into a lovely long runon sentance isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Taco Bell would open soon, I'm for serious hungry and craving me some nachos ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something to say -- OH! I'm officially a poor college student. Our food here is kinda icky, so I order pizza a lot, or eat soup. Well on Friday I'd had soup for breakfast and lunch already and so decided to order a pizza. But hi, no money. So I counted up my laundry money and the spare change I found on my counter and ended up with $9.51 in quarters, dimes, nickles, and pennies. I called the pizza place and said "Hey! What's the cheapest pizza ya got? ^__^" They said it had to be a minimum of six dollars, so I ordered a medium thin crust cheese and the total came to $8.25. I ran downstairs, bought a soda, came back, paid the guy in 32 quarters, a dime, a nickle, and ten pennies. I currently have 36 pennies left. Time to dust off the ATM card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a ridiculously long entry with nothing really to say so I guess I'll wrap up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... aaaw lookit my icon ^_^ Fizzgig!</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-03-08T17:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-08T22:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-08T22:48:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do I miss all the good stuff? I have no TV, so I missed House but then Suzi told me and OMG HAPPINESS. (Suzi and I so called it, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'll stop flailing now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, learned some fun puzzles in Psych class today. Comment and try to guess the answers. I'll post them in the next day or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the following mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YOU JUST ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) STOOD&lt;br /&gt;   WELL&lt;br /&gt;   VIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little harder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 100204180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) YYURYYUBICURYY4ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) How can you physically be standing behind your father while he is standing behind you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The maker doesn't want it.&lt;br /&gt;The buyer doesn't use it.&lt;br /&gt;The user doesn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-03-06T13:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T19:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-06T19:36:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Omg look, it's a post from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attempting to clean out my desk area (try not to faint) and found my old sound cues from Twelfth Night. All over the back are quotes and stuff from being on headset. So here, mostly for my purposes, but they might be amusing to yinz, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: I should swing from this rope, it'll be like in Phantom.&lt;br /&gt;Steph: We'd need some sheep to complete the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: *dressed in his gaurd uniform* I feel like I should go slaughter Jews or something...&lt;br /&gt;Jake: Heil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Have I expressed my undying love for Gavin tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Laura: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Okay, expressed.&lt;br /&gt;Laura: Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Do they speak English in Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: I don't hate you, I just think it's funny you exist.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Oh fuck you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: That's great. This play. The love of my life is married so I'll just marry this guy who I just found out was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think it's more of a, "Thank God I'm not gay," thing.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Still not a story to tell the grandkids. "I couldn't get with a the hot chick in lace so I married your mom in drag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell are they laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: They're laughing because it's Shakespeare and they don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Where the hell is that sound designer?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... right in front of you. (that was me, I was sound designer -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You never call me pretty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Why don't we have nice things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Sweet Christian. *shrugs his jacket off and fixes Christian with a sensual gaze* Ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;Christian: ... *snrk*&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ... *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;Christian: ... *cracks up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin (about Feste's costume): It looks like New Kids On The Block threw up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin: I think every costume in this play could concievably be worn by David Bowie at some point in his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: There is nothing worse than an unamused fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: What was I doing? Oh yes, I was twirling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Cut 'em some slack, it's hard to parallel park a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Things happen. Sometimes you sleep with the mailman.&lt;br /&gt;Laura: Our mailman's a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: ... sometimes that happens too. It can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Suspension of Disbelief. S-O-P ... B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike (practicing the swordfight): I see you are using Benetti's defense against me.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: I found it appropriate, considering the terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: You know what would make this cooler? Battle axes.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Battle axes?&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Battle. Axes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura: We're down a dresser.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Is it exused, or...&lt;br /&gt;Laura: She's injured.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Probably excused then.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... a dressing related injury?&lt;br /&gt;Laura: I guess? It happened just now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll never complain about being safe in my booth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: You don't smoke, Caitlin?&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Not anymore, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Steph: I'm just so hot I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: You ever think that people in Shakespeare's time thought Shakespeare was sorta weird? Like they saw the plays and were like "What the fuck, Bill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Steph Byers is hot.&lt;br /&gt;Steph: Damn. You're right, she is.&lt;br /&gt;Laura: Prrowr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Why won't the candles light?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just to annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: That's pretty much it, yeah. It's Karma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You wronged a candle in the past and they're paying you back.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Sorry, candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Jason's pretending to be a dirty British man and I don't know if he's pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: I'm a fee post.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Do you have a quarter slot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Every night I pray to be as cool as Sato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: It shows that anything, if well crafted, can be used for smacking bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: I'm doing a happy dance. Whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: No, Steph Byers.&lt;br /&gt;Steph: Whoop whoop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I can't stop watching my icon XD</content>
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    <title>meemsers @ 2006-02-23T14:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T19:33:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Yaaaay mummy's coming into town today ^____________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which means I should clean my room ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ah well YAY MUMMY :D</content>
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