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  <title>beautiful girl // love the dress // high school smiles oh yes</title>
  <subtitle>...where she is now I can only guess</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-07-20T05:02:25Z</updated>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-07-20T01:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T05:02:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T05:02:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">New account: paintinreverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add it fools.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:echoed_ruin:7436</id>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-07-19T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T17:24:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T17:24:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dropkick Murphys: Buried Alive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am going to come back to livejournal in addition to myspace because Morganne is here. This is the only place I can talk to her since she is a loser and can't get AIM. That's right, a loser. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Chicago was fucking awesome, I loved every second of it. I'll post some pics once my evil camera decides to work.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-07-06T15:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T19:42:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-06T19:45:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">List ten fictional characters you would have sex with, then tag three friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don Juan (Don Juan de Marco)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sebastian (Cruel Intentions)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lucius Hunt (The Village)&lt;br /&gt;4. Legolas (Lord of the Rings)&lt;br /&gt;5. Dwight (Sin City)&lt;br /&gt;6. Aladdin (Aladdin)&lt;br /&gt;7. Prince Philip (Sleeping Beauty)&lt;br /&gt;8. Batman (Batman Begins)&lt;br /&gt;9. Dr. Cane (Batman Begins)&lt;br /&gt;10. Dan (Closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_luckygirl143' lj:user='luckygirl143' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://luckygirl143.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://luckygirl143.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;luckygirl143&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name________blueyes' lj:user='_______blueyes' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_______blueyes/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://users.livejournal.com/_______blueyes/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_______blueyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_santaria' lj:user='santaria' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://santaria.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://santaria.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;santaria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-06-12T10:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-12T14:48:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T14:48:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Change of Address:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/lafemmetragique</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:echoed_ruin:6666</id>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-05-23T21:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T01:27:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T01:27:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes: Waste of Paint</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate the game of life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been running around like mad for 3 weeks now between school, rehearsals and work. I have &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; time to do anything for myself anymore and I think it's definatly taking a toll on  me. I got really sick today, high fever during my religion exam. Lucky me. My grades have really taken a slight plummet during that time as well. I'm really nervous about my math grade. I hate that class, and on the last three tests I've gotten C's. I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; need to get an A on the final. Gah, I hate stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm running at top speed but instead of getting anywhere, I'm just getting tired. In an attempt to please my father and do everything, I've done nothing. And I don't like it at all. I'd like to sleep for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Hung out with Morganne for a couple hours because I haven't seen her in a few weeks. Saw Kingdom of Heaven which sucked... quite a lot. The Muslims were cool. I liked a few of the lines about religion. Went home and fell asleep straight off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up at 9 and worked on religion studyguides till 2. I showered, ate lunch and then got ready for work. I worked from 4 till 12:30. It was exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Worked from opening till 5. I've decided I hate Star Wars because of all the loonies it drags out of seclusion. Got a horrible head cold while at work and had to keep running in and out of the bathroom, blowing my nose and washing my hands. It was horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Took the religion exam, got a fever during it, as I stated previously. The exam wasn't that hard, but I felt like shit, so we'll see. Came home and slept the rest of the day. I feel like death. Thankfully I don't have a morning exam tomorrow so I can sleep in a bit. I only have physics in the after noon and we aren't even taking an exam, just watching a movie. Giammo said we can bring in food so I am making a run by Panera in the morning. Woot for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these plans are likely to change if I die.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-05-13T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T03:20:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T03:20:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avenue Q:: It Sucks to be me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Leave me a comment saying, 'Interview me'.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1- Whats your favorite part you've ever played and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... my favorite part I've ever played would have to be Echo from Eleemosynary. I loved her character because she was so intelligent and clever. She had a lot of emotional range, so I got to be comical, angry and dramatic. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2- If you could play any character in any play/musical regardless of whether or not you think you have the skill to do so, what would it be and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo... tough one. If Gerard Butler was part of Phantom, that would be my choice. Just kidding. I love Phantom, but I wouldn't be in it. My choice role would most likely be Kate in Avenue Q. I love that show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3- What book would you like to see moved to film (if you were gaurenteed to like how it turned out) and who would you cast in it?&lt;/b&gt; The Abhorsen trilogy, or just Sabriel. I have no idea who I would cast in it, but I would want someone unknown. An unknown actor really helps the viewer focus on the story, not on the fact that Julia Robets is doing a fantasy movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4- Whats you favorite movie and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I hate questions like this! I can't pick one. I'll make a top 5 list. Be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pirates of the Caribbean - it has a bit of everything plus Depp&lt;br /&gt;2) Phantom of the Opera - the cinematography is stunning and Emmy Rossum has a gorgeous voice. In addition, I want to have Gerard Butler's children.&lt;br /&gt;3) The Village - Joaquin is an acting god. The film is just beautiful in general and the acting was phenomenal. Bryce was outstanding, especially for her first film.&lt;br /&gt;4) Pleasantville - great spoof about cliche American life and the hazards of conformity&lt;br /&gt;5) Moulin Rouge - one of the most unique films I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5- If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) the weather isn't murderous&lt;br /&gt;2) there are always interesting/cultural things to do&lt;br /&gt;3) boys&lt;br /&gt;4) the Met&lt;br /&gt;5) NYU//Columbia&lt;br /&gt;6) Broadway&lt;br /&gt;7) And many more...&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-05-01T17:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T21:59:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T21:59:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes:: Method Acting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate school. I hate school. I hate school hey hey hey hey! (Sung to "I have a pickle")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the seniors had a super time at Grad night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy twice this weekend and it was fucking hilarious. I was really nervous about it because I adore the books, but them movie was fantastic. There was only one part of it I didn't like, but I won't say and spoil it for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over at Morganne's friday night, and saw the movie for the first time. Saturday I cleaned things at my house and then went to the movies again, but this time with my uncle. He slipped me $60 while I was in the bathroom. ♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AP English exam is tomorrow, and I have AP French right after. I think I might be going insane because I am completely nonchalant about it. I really don't give a shit, I couldn't care less, and so on. I know that I can't study for english, and even if I did nothing but study French for 2 weeks I'd still be fucked. So I don't care. La tee dah.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-04-19T20:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T01:03:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T21:59:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avenue Q: I Wish I Could Go Back to College</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We have a new pope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a Nazi Youth. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got interims today... bad news. I am still missing work from when I was at State, and some teachers are nice (Giammo), and some are evil whores (Nazi Spaz and Blinky Spaz). Anyway, this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Media: A &lt;b&gt;der.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. French: B &lt;br /&gt;3. H. PCalc: A &lt;b&gt;I still don't believe this grade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. H Physics: I &lt;b&gt;missing work from State&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. AP English: D &lt;b&gt;1) forgot to enter a quiz 2) when I asked what I was missing, failed to tell me about a 50 point Huck Finn test. Thanks P.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. APUSH: B&lt;br /&gt;7. Religion: A &lt;b&gt;der.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I did really dismally. I will have to work hard this quarter because, alas, I have been REALLY busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entirely over school.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-04-13T21:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T01:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T21:59:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lover I Don't Have to Love::Bright Eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went to State last week in Tampa. It was fun, but not as much as last year. The hotel sucked ass, and I didn't have any time for workshops. Mark and I got an Excellent on our Duet Acting piece, Viva got a Superior on her solo, Seansie got a Superior on his monologue, and Mark and Jackie got an Excellent on their duet singing. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I GOT ON MY MONOLOGUES BECAUSE WE HAVE TO LEAVE AND THEY ARE MAILING THEM TO ME. I'm a teensy bit upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was on Saturday... IT SUCKED. Never in my life have I been confronted with such horrible music. It was so bad. After prom was fun though. I went over to Jon's with some people. It was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so entirely over school as of now. I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________ is making me really sad. I miss talking to them, and they won't even talk about why they won't talk to me anymore. I tried. I tried a whole fucking lot. It makes me just want to screw the whole thing and give up. I can't do 100% of the work, I need them to meet me somewhere in the middle. :( Bah.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-04-01T23:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T05:02:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T05:02:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sex Pistols: Seventeen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Let me start off with just saying that meter maids are evil. I think that the "Meter Maid Occupation" might be the bitchiest job out there. A woman, probably looks like a man, or at least a butch lesbian, driving around on a golf cart. She goes by each car and waits until their time runs out. Then WHAM!!!! A $10.00 ticket is slammed onto their car, a delightful surprise awaiting the joyful person who is spending the day at the beach. They return, full of happiness, high on life. These teenagers, instead of cruising around, drinking, doing drugs, or having unprotected sex, are spending a fulfilling day at the beach. They return to a ticket from the delightful meter maid, that distributer of woe. To add insult to injury, she includes a self addressed envelope, so you can send them your money, at "your convienence." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't tell, I got a parking ticket. Bah. I was at the Starbucks with Cait and Kirstie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Sin City today. It was a gorgeous film, but a little to violent for me. Clive Owen was hot though. *tee hee*</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-03-31T17:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T22:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T22:29:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Sex Pistols:: Seventeen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">new layout. I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced for state today. Mark came over for awhile and we worked on our duet piece. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to House of Joe's for open mic night. I'm going to drink coffee, not sing, but the guys that do sing are funny. Anyone thay wants to go is welcome.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-03-21T20:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T01:13:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T01:13:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sideshow::Who Will Love Me As I Am?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Please will everyone keep my brother in your prayers//thought//whatever.</content>
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    <title>\\I am an antichrist ::I am an anarchist//</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T00:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T00:12:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Sex Pistols::Anarchy in the UK</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Does anyone else ever get the feeling that when things are good, you are just waiting for them to crash down? It seems that whenever I am happy, it is only for a few days or so, then something happens that negates everything postive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day today. I found out that instead of failing everything, which I thought I was going to do... I did very well. We haven't gotten report cards yet, but I found out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Media:&lt;/b&gt; A (like a 2000%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AP French:&lt;/b&gt; A (94.6% --&amp;gt; 95%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honors Pre-Calc:&lt;/b&gt; A (don't know percentage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honors Physics:&lt;/b&gt; B (86.4% BABY! I thought I was getting a LOW C in this class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AP English:&lt;/b&gt; A!!! (90.2% you know it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AP US History:&lt;/b&gt; A (90% heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Religion:&lt;/b&gt; A (99%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That comes out to a 4.4 GPA. I am soooo happy. &lt;br /&gt;I have 20 chapters to read in Huck Finn tonight. Heh. That is going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a 2 and a 1/2 day week. Congres is on Thursday, and we leave halfway through the day. I also get to where whatever I want. It has to be nice though, no jeans. Gah. Jeans are the most wonderful things ever. I can get through anything wearing jeans. If Jesus existed, and jeans existed then, you know he'd be wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was a random tangent, anywho, tomorrow I am going to Starbucks really early with Sarah to get coffee. We are going into school early to get physics help. Physics is the most horrible thing ever created. Wait, no, hold on... yes. It is the most horrible thing ever created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty new layout thanks to my lover kirstie.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-03-09T20:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T01:49:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T01:49:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's only been 5 years since I updated, but ah well... such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally on meds so I'll be getting better shortly, which is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend was fun, kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt; Went to the fair with Caitlin and got Coldstone later. Coldstone rocks my socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday:&lt;/b&gt; Morganne came over and we babysat a birthday party. Here is why it was the hardest thing I've ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 15 8 year olds&lt;br /&gt;2. Pool Party&lt;br /&gt;3. Spongebob pool party&lt;br /&gt;4. One of those huge inflatable bouncy things&lt;br /&gt;5. Wet, hyper, 8 year olds running from the pool to the bouncy thing with Spongebob noise makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both made $40 each for 3 hours, which is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Meg O'Malleys. I got Bangers and Mash because I still couldn't eat from when I got my braces on. We went to Barnes and Noble after dinner and I got a book I had been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt; Went to the fair with Kirstie. Ran into Jon and Mary, so we all hung out for a bit. I never talk to Mary or Jon anymore, so it was nice to see them. Went to Walmart and bought cool ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a random weekend. I'm finally all caught up in school from missing so many days. We have a junior retreat, hopefully it won't be too painful. -crosses fingers- Then we have a 4 DAY WEEKEND! I am going to see Cirque de Soleil::La Nouba in Downtown Disney. We are meeting a bunch of my family up there on Saturday. It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some ice tea.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-02-13T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T02:33:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T02:33:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>On My Own::Les Miserables</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The weekend was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Had rehearsal at MCT. Practised for about an hour with Dan. I'm feeling a lot better about our duet now. After rehearsal, I wanted to go see Gail's play, Love Letters, but I thought it started at 7 and it really was at 8. Sarah invited me to go to the movies with some people, but I couldn't remember which theater is was and my phone was dead. I went to the Oaks, didn't see anyone, and by that time it was 7:30. I just went back to MCT and saw the play. It was really good. I started crying at the end. Mark was there, along with Sarah, Dirk, and Jimmy *Jesus*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Cleaned like a mad person. Then I went over to Morganne's. We got Long Doggers and then went to see Phantom of the Opera again. It was my fourth time, lol. I ♥ that movie SOOOO much. I could see it 970295024582 million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: skipped teaching CCD. I didn't feel like it. Came home from Morganne's and did homework all day long. Took a break to clean the pool. Fun. I wanted to watch one show. One. I haven't watched TV in seriously 2 weeks. I wanted to watch Extreme Home Makeover, but I wasn't allowed because Thomas is a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have school and I am not looking forward to it at all. The people at my school are some of the most juvenille, immature, intolerant, pathetic assholes that I have ever seen. Just when I think I am used to it, someone does something so low and unexpected that it infuriates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied to West Shore, and I am number 4 on the waiting list. I know Mrs. Owens will be pissed, but if I get in, I don't think I could take another year at MCC. I would go crazy and kill everyone. That might seriously put a dent on my future. I am just mentally tired of having to put up with all these horrible people. If I hear one more person call Mark a fag, I'm going to lose it. Just because he is one of the few people at school that isn't afraid to be himself, people have to find some reason to bring him down. He is one of the most confident people I know, and I respect him so much. Gah. I am rambling, I know. I just get so angry when people that are so insecure with themselves have to insult anyone who is above them. They can't be themselves, so they just attempt to follow each other around. There are no leaders, if someone attempts to become one, they are then thrown out as an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them in the real world. I hope that one day two certain individuals will be my garbage men.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-02-08T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T01:54:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T01:54:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LadyDogstar/1051887331_uresbelle2.jpg" border="0" alt="Belle"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Belle!  You never quite fit in at home,&lt;br&gt;viewed as being "a little strange".&lt;br&gt;You see the good in others, even when it's hard&lt;br&gt;to do so, and believe that others can change&lt;br&gt;for the better, if given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyDogstar/quizzes/Which%20Disney%20Princess%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-02-08T15:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T20:51:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T20:51:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rent</lj:music>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-02-07T18:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T23:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T23:04:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rent::La Vie Boheme</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*Drumroll of Death*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got interims today. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media Analyis //♥// A&lt;br /&gt;AP French //♥// A&lt;br /&gt;Honors Pre-Calc //♥// A&lt;br /&gt;Honors Physics //♥// C &lt;small&gt;*This is the worst class ever. Giammo wants me to take AP... I would rather latch myself to an explosive.*&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP English //♥// B &lt;small&gt;*Fuck you Patterson. Fuck you.*&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP History //♥// A&lt;br /&gt;Religion //♥// A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. My physics grade will go up after extra credit, as will english. Patterson is an evil lady.</content>
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    <title>echoed_ruin @ 2005-02-07T16:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T21:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T21:31:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avenue Q::Everyone's a little bit racist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>//the way is shut\\//it was made by those who are dead and the dead keep it\\//the way is shut</title>
    <published>2004-07-10T16:52:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-10T16:57:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;::Friends Only::&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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