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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 09:41:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Did you know<br /><br />that only bitches talk shit?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 08:59:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sandy will be hitting your shores in December. Assuming you live in any of the following places.<br /><br />San Francisco, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Seattle, Vancouver, New York, and hopefully a couple of days in Boston as well.<br /><br />Squee.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A cry for help</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 08:15:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ello kids, long time no speakies.<br /><br />So, as some of you may know, I'm planning a trip with a couple of friends to the USA (and a small part of Canada) in December. We've booked our flights in and out of the country (I arrive in San Francisco on the 9th, and leave from there on the 4th of January) but now we've come up against a couple of snags.<br /><br />We hunted around for the best deals, and finally found an itenary that worked out well for our budget and schedule. The only problem is, we can't seem to book these flights. Initially we relied on websites (mostly Orbitz.com and CheapTickets.com), but when it came down to actually making the reservations, as far as we can tell, they don't accept credit cards outside of the US, Canada, or European Union.<br /><br />Now, I'm thinking this is probably just a lot of stupidity on OUR part, and nothing to do with the website itself, because it's let us key in local phone numbers for contact purposes, and even quoted in our home currency. I can't tell what we're overlooking though, because we've scoured every inch of that website and just can't find a way around it. <br /><br />So this is where I need some help.<br /><br />1) Does anyone know how I could get those websites working for a billing address in Asia? If not, are there any other flight-hunting websites with competitive prices? So far the ones we've found are all a good two to three hundred dollars more expensive, and we're on a really stringent budget.<br /><br />2) Keeping in mind that the entire part of the trip that's spent on the West Coast will involve just me and one other person, who doesn't have her license, how much sense would it make for us to rent a car, in the event that our flights just simply don't work out?<br /><br />3) If anyone knows the areas, and could just point out things to do and see, that would be wicked and much appreciated. Also accommodation hasn't yet been fully figured out, so recommendations for cheap but safe and comfy stays would rock. <sub><sub> Liam, you best get cracking on that tree house</sub></sub><br /><br />So. Here's the rough outline:<br /><br />For the West Coast, we'll be starting out in SF, and we want to hit up Vegas and LA. I need to spend a weekend in Vancouver (it doesn't matter which weekend, as long as it's a full weekend). Initially we planning to fly SF - LA - Vegas - Seattle, take a train/bus up to Vancouver, and then back down, before flying across the East Coast. Now we're wondering if it wouldn't make more sense to drive, or take trains the entire way. <br /><br />On the East Coast, if at all possible, I need to get to New York by the 21st of December to celebrate my best friend's birthday. We've got a place to stay there, and any travelling we do will probably be by train and only for a couple of days at a time. And I need to get back to SF by the 4th of January.<br /><br />So. Any ideas?<br /><br />Also, if you live anywhere along my route, and want to grab a drink, hit me up. I'm not the most sociable of people in person, but I've been told that a beer or seven into the night I make some damned good company. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my Christmas present to you guys:</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 02:02:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>( o Y o )</sub><br />
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<sub><sub>boobs.</sub></sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>It's a Happy Holiday!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 21:19:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm going to be in Melbourne from the 2nd of August till the 9th, with a mini-side-trip to Mt Buller on the 6th and 7th. <br />
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If you think there's anything I absolutely <i>must</i> see or do, please let me know. I want to do as much as possible, and I'm all set to have a damned good time. Keep in mind though that I'm already struggling to keep up with expenses, so as much as I'd love to, I can't do anything too costly.<br />
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Also, I've heard from a couple of friends who study/live there that the weather's been a little bit crazy. If anyone knows what it will be like during the period of my trip, and what kind of clothes I'll need to bring, that would be a huge help. I live in Singapore, and start reaching for a sweater when it hits 24C, so it's probably a good idea if I'm prepared.<br />
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Thanks in advance, and I promise to try and take lots of pictures <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 20:31:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sandy starts work tomorrow. Boo!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>taking absent mindedness to all time highs</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 04:56:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just spent twenty minutes trying to figure out from which damn angle everyone thinks my friend looks like Vanessa Mae, only to realize that they were actually talking about Vanessa Carlton.<br />
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<br />
Also, my feet itch. And I've yet to spend a night at a hotel and get a decent night's sleep. Hotel blankets always make me feel suffocated.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>teehee</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:14:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Never underestimate the power of stripey stockings.<br />
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*wiggles toes*<br />
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<i>Edit: I forgot to mention that I got to use a $2000 camera today. Bless your generous soul, Robin The Photographer Dude.<br />
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I've always believed in insisting on taking pictures of the photographers. It's nice to document the documentators.</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 08:07:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My boy is awesome. He even manages to make me smile while I'm pmsing and gloomy and bloated and hungover and listening to the house folk scream at each other. Thanks, babe.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Augh! I've been tagged! (by Jizzy Lizzy)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 21:11:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 Weird Habits//Things About Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 Weird Habits//Things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their devPage comments and tell them to read yours.<br />
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1) I need the toilet paper to be placed on the holder in a way that when you pull it, it's being pulled downward, not outward. If it's the other way round, I'll make sure to put it back to the way I like it, because I know most other people won't care anyway.<br />
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2) I'm really, really, <b><u><i>REALLY</i></u></b> accident prone. Think Archie Andrews. My drama coach once asked me, in all sincerity, if there was a part of my body that I <i>hadn't</i> injured. That being said, I've never had stitches, or gone for surgery, or even had to stay overnight in hospital.<br />
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3) I daydream, a <i>lot</i>. I'll talk to myself too, while I do it. Not in my head, but out loud, and I'll say the lines of all the people who are in my day dream with me. I've been doing it for so long, that it's pretty much a subconscious thing. I've never lapsed into it when there are people around though.. Yet. If something bad happens to someone in my daydream, I'll touch wood. Just in case.<br />
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4) When I was little, like about 4 or 5, I used to stick my stuffed toys in my shirt and pretend I was Pamela Anderson. Now I still believe in magic, because, lookie, I gots me some tatas! Speaking of which, I know I should be thankful for them, because lots of girls pay a whole load of money to get theirs to look like mine, but a lot of the time I really envy flat chested lanky girls, because it's so easy for them to find clothes that don't make them look smutty.<br />
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5) I can get away with doing next to nothing to keep my arms and legs in good shape - literally. Just climbing a steep set of stairs in school to get between classes keeps my calves solid as rock. But I believe my belly will forever hold traces of beer, and I've decided I'm quite alright with that.<br />
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6) I procrastinate all the time. If I tell myself to do my work, I'll end up watching 4 straight hours of tv. On the other hand, if I tell myself to go ahead and have fun and let loose for a while, I'll end up feeling guilty the entire time and telling myself that "I really should get back to work". Never satisfied, that's the problem. Pfft.<br />
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I tag..... <a href="http://arpeggiodouble.deviantart.com/">Liam</a>, <a href="http://kontralucid.deviantart.com/">Joey</a>, <a href="http://xx-icyangel-xx.deviantart.com/">StephButt</a>, <a href="http://injustspring.deviantart.com/">Alyssa</a>, <a href="http://kruszewski.deviantart.com/">Someone Possibly Named Iskandar</a> and <a href="http://livingtoxic.deviantart.com/">Someone Possibly Named Mike</a> (you two really should tell me your names, you know)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I just wanna say....</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 19:59:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Bring it bring it back, bring it bring it bring it back!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>On TV, books, and advice</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 03:37:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finally finished watching the first season of Prison Break. Now I feel so lost. What am I supposed to spend my Saturdays doing?!<br />
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Also, I'm not really liking I, Lucifer so far. In an act of defiance, I picked up Wicked by Gregory MacGuire when I was out a couple of weeks ago, but then I felt guilty. so I'm going to force myself to get through as much of the former this weekend as possible, before starting on the latter.<br />
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Also also, school isn't so bad...... yet. And my friend had to draw a family tree for one of his classes. He's 24. That made me laugh a lot.<br />
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Also also also, I really want to get a new camera. Just a little point and shoot one, mostly for general cam-whoring when I'm out with my girlfriends, but also sometimes for things like parties, sports matches, maybe landscapes and portraits. Not anything fancy, because I don't do serious photography often at all, but still good enough to be used for that when I do put my mind to it. Any suggestions? I don't have a very large budget either. Thanks in advance, guys.<br />
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I haven't been writing lately. One of these days I'll go through all my old stuff and see if I can't get inspired again. It's not so much that I don't have anything to say, as it is that I'm just enjoying feeling these feelings. I'd like to savour them for a little while longer, before I try sharing them with you all.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>Best Part of Christmas Morning</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 22:15:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not much of a sappy romance person for the most part, when it comes to myself..<br />
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but falling asleep encased in the smell of you was honestly one of the best things to happen to me this month.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>20</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 21:58:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v613/aches/21-11-06_2221.jpg">cake!</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 18:04:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><sub>Sometimes, people make Sandy so angry, she dies a little inside.<br />
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That is all.</sub></sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>The Power Of Orange Knickers</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 21:18:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tori Amos, feat. Damien Rice<br />
<i><br />
The power of orange knickers<br />
The power of orange knickers<br />
The power of orange knickers<br />
Under my petticoat<br />
The power of listening to what<br />
You don't want me to know<br />
<br />
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist<br />
Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces?<br />
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this?<br />
This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss<br />
Am I alone in this...<br />
<br />
A matter of complication<br />
When you become a twist<br />
For their latest drink<br />
As they're transitioning<br />
<br />
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist<br />
This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain laughin'<br />
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this -<br />
That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss<br />
Am I alone in this...<br />
<br />
Shame shame time to leave me now<br />
Shame shame you've had your fun<br />
Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one<br />
<br />
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist<br />
This little pill in my hand or this secret kiss<br />
Am I alone in this kiss<br />
Am I alone in this kiss<br />
</i><br />
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<sub><sub>My nails are dirty.<br />
<br />
Please come home soon.<br />
</sub></sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>I steal from Stephbuttocks</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 08:18:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ thanks *<a class="u" href="http://xx-icyangel-xx.deviantart.com/">xx-icyangel-xx</a> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bucktooth.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":bucktooth:" title="Bucktooth" /><br />
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1. Where is your dad right now?<br />
In his room, pretending not to watch my mom's soap operas with her.<br />
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2. Last time you kissed someone?<br />
I kissed my momma when I got home bout an hour ago.<br />
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3. What is something you've learned about yourself recently?<br />
That I'll never be my sister.<br />
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4. What colour is your watch?<br />
I own one watch, that's silver, which I hardly ever wear because it's analouge and by the time I figure out what time it is, the minute hand's moved again.<br />
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5. Who do you like?<br />
deepstarman, because he sends me pretty songs.<br />
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6. Are you close to your mom?<br />
yepp<br />
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7. Where does your best friend work?<br />
she doesn't.<br />
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8. What are you listening to right now?<br />
something or other on the radio.<br />
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9. What do you smell like?<br />
a cross between the computer labs in school, yummy beef noodles, the yoga studio, and sweat. And for some reason, while trying to type sweat, I typed out sex instead. But that part's not true.<br />
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10. What color are your pants?<br />
Grey<br />
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11. Do you have a roommate?<br />
Nope. My best friend and I have been making plans to move into a place together for years, but we're still living down the road from each other, with our respective families.<br />
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12. What color is your bedroom flooring?<br />
light light wood.<br />
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13. Is there a chair in your room?<br />
Hah, I beat Steph, I have <b>3</b>. <br />
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14. What time of day were you born?<br />
12:34pm. For reals.<br />
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15. Do you know anyone who is engaged?<br />
yepp. many weddings happening soon.<br />
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16. What's your favourite number?<br />
uhhh.... 7?<br />
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17. Do you know someone named Lori?<br />
Nope. Is she hot? If yes, will she be my mamasita?<br />
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18. What color is your mom's hair?<br />
Black-ish, but the parts that are turning white look red because she dyes it.<br />
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19. Do you have a dog?<br />
unfortunately, not anymore.<br />
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20. Do you remember singing any songs as kids?<br />
haha yes. I probably sang more than I talked. Especially the one about the Satay Man.<br />
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21. When was the last time you went swimming?<br />
Crap. A really long time ago. Which is so so so sad because I love swimming.<br />
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22. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?<br />
About an hour ago, when she asked if she could take the car tomorrow.<br />
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23. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?<br />
No. The first camp I went to was in school, when I was 12. It was fun.<br />
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24. Do you play an instrument?<br />
badly?<br />
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25. Do you like fire?<br />
well I don't like to eat raw meat, so I guess yeah, I do.<br />
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27. When was the last time you cried?<br />
Honestly? Pretty recently. I've been under a lot of pressure lately, and just broke down. Normally though, I'm dry as a.. as a.. as something really dry. Even my best friend has only seen me cry once, and she's known me for 14 years.<br />
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29. Have you ever been to a spa?<br />
Ooooo yes. I wants.<br />
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30. Did you take science all four years of highschool?<br />
Well I don't know when exactly highschool is, but since I've been doing a science every year since I was 8, the answer's probably yes.<br />
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31. Do you like butterflies?<br />
yeeeeah, as long as they don't swoop.<br />
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32. Do you like Coke or Pepsi more?<br />
Coke!<br />
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33. What is one thing you miss about your past?<br />
free time? I don't know really. I'm pretty happy with my lot in life.<br />
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34. Did you ever see the school nurse?<br />
My school had a nurse? I know we had a dentist, but a nurse?!<br />
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35. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?<br />
no.<br />
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36. What is one thing you've learned about life?<br />
People really <i>can</i> be that stupid.<br />
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37. Are you jealous of anyone?<br />
Well. I kinda wish I had a flawless complexion, but I wouldn't trade my legs for it.<br />
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38. Is anyone jealous of you?<br />
uh. possibly. I have an awesome man, I bet there are chicks out there who think I'm a real bitch because of that.<br />
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39. Ever been stuck in an elevator?<br />
no, thank God.<br />
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40. What does your dad call you?<br />
Ekush. Or sometimes his teddy bear sweet little angel. I'm a daddy's girl through and through <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /><br />
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41. What does your mom call you?<br />
Tooshie, BaclavaBungalay, doofus.<br />
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42. What does you hair look like right now?<br />
For once it's not all over the place, I tied it up so it wouldn't get in my... ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 08:40:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm really looking forward to Friday. For a couple of reasons. As far as I can remember, whenever I've looked forward to something, it's always been a bit of a let down. I'm sincerely hoping this time is different.<br />
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In the meanwhile, I have a huge presentation tomorrow, midterms to study for, and my heart still isn't showing up under my username.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> I still want to share lots of love with everyone <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Random Requests</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 18:42:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1) Does anyone know why my "name" under my username shows a heart on one side, but not the other? If so, how do I fix it?<br />
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2) If I know you and adore you, and you have a myspace account, <a href="http://myspace.com/achesypants">add me!</a><br />
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3) Spread some random love around the place. A lot of people have been under a lot of stress lately, or facing intense shittiness in their lives. I know that when I'm having a bad couple of weeks, random acts of love cheer me up considerably.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br />
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<sub><sub><sub>P.S. Los&Liz are the cutest thing ever<br>well, after my boy, that is.</br></sub></sub></sub><br />
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4) Late night bets made under the influence of mushy-brain-syndrome <i>caused by too much work done throughout the day</i>, sexual brain wracking, and dangerously dancing around the word love - love, love, love - <i>it's delicious to say that as freely as I feel it, but oh what fun your games can be</i><br />
Pondering over a problem for weeks, working on it till 6 hours before your deadline, finally giving up, going to bed, and then having an Eureka moment where it all fits together and seems so damn easy -<br />
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And above all that, having someone to come back to. Or, in my case, because I'm so lucky, having someone<b>s</b> to come back to, after going through the meat grinder.<br />
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- Today, probably because I'm so sleep deprived, I think maybe sometimes Life does throw all sorts of shit your way just to force you to see all the good there can be if you'd only take some notice.<br />
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Sandy is happy. She hopes you are too.<br />
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                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Aug 2006 12:18:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/love.gif" width="23" height="16" alt=":love:" title="Love" /><br />
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<sub>I love it when the most crappiest of days ends in the happiest of ways.<br />
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p.s. I suck at Flush. The game, not the toilet-activity.<br />
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p.p.s Liam is a God. Except when he's laughing at me, then he sucks.</sub> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>imvu</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 04:37:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I saw an ad for imvu.com, which said "beyond instant messaging - The world's greatest 3D chat"<br />
<br />
If that's the world's greatest 3D chat, what is it called when you talk to people face to face, in person?!<br />
<br />
Either I've recently started noticing things more, or the world is become more and more odd as the days pass. ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 02:51:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is a funny funny world we live in. <br />
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Was listening to the news on the radio, and they were speaking about a drug that heroin addicts use to help them overcome their addiction. What cracked me up was that apparently, in the 4 years that this drug has been available for use, over 400, 000 heroin addicts have become addicted to it.<br />
<br />
I lol'ed.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 07:31:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I'm sitting at home, catching my breath after a hell of a whirlwind evening, and I start flipping channels on tv. I catch the last three minutes or so of One Tree Hill, and then the credits roll on, and something catches my eye:<br />
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Brad Carlson - Really Cute Guy<br />
Daniel Newman - Drop Dead Gorgeous Guy<br />
<br />
Now I'm sure there's some significance to those names, which I'd understand if I'd watched the entire episode. But since I didn't, I just couldn't help but laugh. I mean, hell, wouldn't YOU want to be credited as a "Drop Dead Gorgeous Guy/Girl"? If you're gonna do bitty parts, you might as well do bitty parts with awesome credit names like that. ]]></description>
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                <title>5 hours away</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 23:51:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>When the time comes for me to pen thoughts of you,<br />
My mind goes blank and my eyes shine<br />
and the tears fall to my smiling lips<br />
and my tongue sneaks out to catch a salty taste<br />
of all my body will let me show the world<br />
of what you gave to me, of all I couldn't give to you.<br />
<br />
Sometimes it takes for a good thing to be gone before you realise <br />
just how much you can't do without it.<br />
I wish we were Romantics <br />
so I could write each thought on a little slip of paper, <br />
put them in a jar and give it to you when I finally do see you again.<br />
Because having so many things to tell you is such a foreign feeling<br />
Like saying no to chocolate, or not being afraid of heights,<br />
or seeing you and not feeling my tummy dive into an Olympic-medal-worthy gymnastic routine.<br />
<br />
You are not a perfect man, but you drive me crazy<br />
and I will gladly trade these days that are free of arguments and disappointments<br />
just to be able to kiss you.<br />
Because I want, always, so much, to kiss you,<br />
and then to open my eyes and see yours laughing at me.<br />
<br />
Despite my best efforts, I seem to have fallen in love with you.<br />
So come back and make me angry, so I'll fall out of love again<br />
and we can do what we came here to do - make love without the love,<br />
fuck, without the brusqueness the word brings with it.<br />
<br />
And when I try to explain to the insignificant wonderers <br />
that I don't belong to you, as much as I'd like to,<br />
and that it's not for lack of desire on either side,<br />
watch as my heart and my brain twist <br />
into shapes which turn the India Rubber Man green<br />
Because how can I explain, what I myself cannot understand.<br />
<br />
You can't have me till I give what you want,<br />
and I can't give, till you've had me.<br />
So let's look up at the sky, admire the moon, mock the crowds, <br />
vacuum our cigarettes into our systems as we remind each other<br />
I-quit-smoking-But-don't-hog-that-lighter-Now-pass-the-smokes-You-should-quit-too,<br />
and let me steal glances, and demand kisses, in the safe confines of our cars.<br />
And when I get home from that temporary fix, only to drop ever deeper,<br />
Let me remember.</i><br />
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<sub><sub> sigh. I hate when I get all sappy and loveydovey. I keep trying to bring myself out of this funk. As of now, I'm still down, but I refuse to let it bother me for too long. </sub></sub> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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                <title>solace</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 00:45:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I found my happy place.<br />
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It's laying on a lumpy mattress in a sleazy hotel with neon lights, with heavy curtains that hide dusty windows which look down on hookers and drug addicts, watching Boston Legal on a tv set that probably wouldn't fetch enough money in a pawn shop to buy ourselves supper, scratching your back while you snore into my shoulder.<br />
<br />
It's sinking deep into a too-plush-to-be-comfortable red couch, drinking watery beer, watching ugly lesbians clumsily grope each other at the bar, over the back of a guard dog that's almost definately foaming at the mouth, while you hold your phone in one hand talking business, and your other hand is around my waist.<br />
<br />
It's in an abandoned trailer park, listening to 80's hits in a car with the windows up and the aircon off, sweating from the stuffiness and humidity of it all, while you sneeze into your umpteenth tissue and mumble into my ear that it's still too cold, and that you don't feel good, and I stroke your forehead as the fever slowly burns you to delirium and back.<br />
<br />
It's any place on Earth, as long as your arms are around me. You are my happy place, past this fence of fear.<br />
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<b><u>Where is <i>your</i> happy place?</u></b> ]]></description>
                <author>~nesarcy</author>
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