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                <title>Daily Deviant??? Me?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 21:10:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I don't  come on DA for...basically what feels like forever<br />
And I come on and there's a little note<br />
And I figure...hmm, what's this?<br />
<br />
I was featured as a Daily Deviant...not for a Daily Deviation which would have been sweet<br />
But this has its own sort of special little honour to it.<br />
Actually it's a big one<br />
Especially with the way they described my poetry<br />
It made me remember why I write...<br />
<br />
<a href="http://dailydeviants.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br />
<br />
that's the link to the thing.<br />
All my love<br />
-Cor<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>The "Buzz"</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 07:47:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>I haven't died! Surprised? Good. <br />
<br />
Anyways, this was a free write done on Bees during writer's craft. I felt like sharing.</b><br />
<br />
Bumblebees, killer bees, spelling bees, A Bee C...all very different, yet so similar. (Philosophywas not always my strong suit). When I was very young, I was stung directly in the middle of my forehead by a bee. I've also stepped on a nest while playing on my swingset. For reasons like this, I am terrified of bees. The cute and fuzzy, bumbly-wumbly, buzzy-wuzzy bees scare the crap out of me. Yet, they remind me of being happy. They remind me of honeysuckle fields that go on for miles, and laughter with loved ones in the summer. Going to wash the sand off of your feet after swimming, and tip-toeing around those tiny, black and yellow predators.<br />
<br />
Predator may not be the right word for a bee, come to think of it. They're kind of like terrorists in a way...(oh, gawd...does that make me a terrible person?)...but really. They're like suicide bombers...sacrificing their lifes for what they believe is the greater good. Because they've never been taught differently, and that's all they know. Actually, maybe they don't know anything at all. Maybe they don't know where Fred, or George, or Megan went after they failed to return from gathering nectar. But I think that they deserve more credit than that, so we'll scratch that last idea.<br />
<br />
You know, I wouldn't mind having a bee as a pet if I could be guaranteed that they wouldn't sting me. With its tiny wings and fuzzy exterior, it's kind of like a winged cat, with six legs....and even if by some bizarre chance i could be guaranteed it wouldn't sting me, because it loved me, it may sting others. <br />
<br />
Disposable pets only lead to heartache.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A La Ben&lt;3</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 19:25:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mr. Babcock has posted 5 new School Year resolutions. Don't ask by School Year is capitalized. I think i probably gave it a complex. Damn.<br />
<br />
But anyways, he's tagged me, and I'm going to oblige.<br />
<br />
1) <b>Throw the best damn Cabaret ever to hit T.B.</b><br />
    It takes months of hard work, planning, overwhelming stress, and hair loss, but it must be done. This year, Vivvikins and I are going to make the sexiest, most entertaining Cabaret ever. To do this I must not procrastinate. SO easier said than done.<br />
<br />
2) <b>On that note....don't stress so much over Cabaret!!!!</b><br />
    Basically among being amazing, every year Cabaret causes multiple mental breakdowns and fits of random crying during totally unrelated things. This year, I plan not to get so overwhelmed...<br />
<br />
...ha...hahaha...ah...<br />
<br />
3) <b>Prioritize</b><br />
    I am an awful, awful person. I procrastinate, and prioritize in the worst possible way. Prioritizing for me is what school assignments I can not do without it being hugely detrimental to my mark. Whoops. This is my last year of highschool so I have to step it up a bit. Let's see if it holds up.<br />
<br />
4) <b>Secure my financial standings for Uni.</b><br />
    Basically my parents never started a college/university fund, my dad's mill is shutting down, and my grandparents refuse to chip in in any way, shape, or form if i go away for my first year. i can't stay in thunder bay not only because it will kill my soul, but also we don't offer any sort of dramatic arts here. so i have about three thousand dollars saved up, so i just have to get about another seven thousand to pay for my first year of university including living and blah blah blah. Scholarships and bursaries, here i come!!!!!(i so should have tried harder last year...dammit)...<br />
<br />
I figure if worst comes to worst I'll just take the $3000 and move down to Toronto, get an apartment and a job there and start saving up so then i can take a year off and then enroll. *shrugs*<br />
<br />
5) <b>Make it memorable</b><br />
    It's grade 12. I want this year to be a good one, stress and all.<br />
<br />
I tag everyone who read this. Repost it with your 5 resolutions, and make them good<3<br />
<br />
Love always, <br />
Cor<3 ]]></description>
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                <title>LADIES ANNND GENTLEGERMS...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2006 16:53:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b><u>Today in History...</u></b><br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/movingon.gif" alt="Unimpressed" title="Unimpressed" /> Creatively Retarded.<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Lola-The Kinks<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Watership Down/Angels and Demons.<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: Princess Mononoke<br /><br />Okay, boys and girls, ladies and gentlegerms, take your seats and be prepared to be astounded by the astonishing develompments which are about to unfold right before your very eyes...<br />
<br />
<br />
*fireworks*<br />
<br />
<br />
...<br />
...<br />
.......*cricket chirps*<br />
<br />
Heh...hehe...uh...anyways...now that I've got your attention...<br />
<br />
Things have been going pretty normal lately. A little crazy, but that's pretty normal...which kind of doesn't make any sense. But stuff not being normal makes it normal, and in this i find solace in the fact that my life remains routine  in the fact that i am constantly looking for change.<br />
<br />
...that probably sounded more philosophical and meaningful than I meant for it too. I kind of wish i'd been able to pull that off yesterday. I had an appointment with a doctor who usually takes months to get into, and made a complete ass of myself. It's ridiculous. The one time I really should have kept my composure and tried to work things out I acted like I had a severe case of MPD(multiple personality disorder) and talked about dumb things which really aren't affecting me at all, which led to a false diagnoses. Gawd I'm dumb.<br />
<br />
On another note, I wish my name was Lola and not Cortney. If only because everyone spells it "Courtney"...and i'm not a "Courtney"...that makes me think of...well...i hate to stereotype, but wherever, you get where i was going with that. I went through a phase where i tried to get people to call me "Billie"...(which, in my mind was better than them calling me "Courtney" which is pronounced exactly the same as "Cortney", but when it's in their head the other way, it ticks me off), and then by my middle name "Rachelle"...which is also frustrating because people then call me "Rachel", and I've only ever met one Rachel who I like and who suits her name. I'm not a Courtney, or a Rachel. Courtney Rachel Kennedy lives somewhere just outside of London, England. She's really quite lovely when you get to know her, but she's not much of a reader and she has a queer obsession with water polo and backgammon. Sweet girl, but not me.<br />
<br />
...when did i become this insane?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Je suis desole!&lt;3</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 08:14:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b><u>Today in History...</u></b><br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/worry.gif" alt="Worried" title="Worried" /> Stressed!<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Watership Down<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: My Life.<br /><br />I need to apologise, fellow deviants, for my lack of good community spirit of late. I've been neglecting my DA duties, and I really, truly am sorry. It took so long to respond to all of your kind comments and critiques, and I haven't been commenting on all of your lovely works, but honest, i have been viewing them.<br />
<br />
Forgive me?<br />
<br />
--------<br />
<br />
On another note, band trip is in THREE DAYS! I'm basically super sexcited, not gonna lie. I'm gonna take Minniapolis by storm, for real. Euuuugh, school's been crazy lately, and music has been invading every crevice of my life. Last week was definitely enough to nearly drive me mental. My dear friend, and a fellow deviant, Vivike (Ms. ~<a class="u" href="http://hazyxeyes.deviantart.com/">hazyxeyes</a>) is dying of appendicitis(sp?) but on the bright side, i get her stuffies and her underwear, so we're good to go.<br />
<br />
I wrote something in the first time in like...<i>forever</i> and may be posting it soon, depending on how it polishes up. <br />
<br />
<br />
Y'all are whack....just thought I'd throw that out there. With love, of course!<br />
<br />
<br />
Let's get back on the DA track!(such a catchy slogan for a DA rehab center...remind me to copyright it.)<br />
<br />
<br />
Much love, Cor<3<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 17:30:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b><u>Today in History...</u></b><br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sleepy.gif" alt="Tired" title="Tired" /> Worn Out<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Walking By-SoCo<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Through the Looking Glass<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: My Life.<br /><br />I'm tired, folks. Before this journal begins, please listen to what I am about to say. I do not want pity. Empathy is alright, if you can understand and relate, please do. Your love is all much appreciated, but please do not feel obligated to try and cheer me up, y'all make me happy enough as it is.<br />
<br />
Basically, I'm tired. Not in the "i didn't get enough sleep" sense. I'm just tired of everything. Worn down, i guess. I don't know if you've ever felt like this, but I feel so <i>old</i>. Like life's kind of run its course. I know that's ridiculous, i'm only sixteen and still have a lot to do with my life, but at the moment, i'm just mellow and kind of accepting things as they come. Kind of like you've figured out when you're going to die and see no other way to deal with it other than to just wait it out, and you're okay with it. <br />
<br />
Man...This is morbid, and it's not meant to be. So please disregard any negative feelings you may get for this. I just want to sleep for a really, really, really long time. <br />
<br />
Let's take on giant DA nap. *nods*.<br />
<br />
Much love, dolls.<br />
-Cor<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Say Whaaaat?!?!?!</title>
                <link>http://superstitious13.deviantart.com/journal/8064807/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2006 12:00:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b><u>Today in History...</u></b><br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/boogie.gif" alt="Dancing" title="Dancing" /> Amused<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Striptease-Hawksley Workman<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Tithe(man, I need to give that back to Viv)<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: My Life.<br /><br />So get this...I come on to the DA and what's this?!?! I have a free three month subscription! Mr. <a href="http://baddog70.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/a/baddog70.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="baddog70" /></a> is an amazingly wonderful doll and has given me an absolutely fantabulous gift. I'm going to try and restrain doing ridiculous amounts of polls because I want you guys to <i>not</i>kill me, but whatevs. We'll see how it rolls. Long story short, amazing way to start the day!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Shock! The Horror! The Scandal!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Mar 2006 17:58:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's an absolute atrocity! The biggest scam to hit this town since four way stops and that shifty guy who plays naked guitar...you ready for this? yeah? no? too bad...here it is...I've lost my funny.<br />
<br />
And this...*dramatic music, thunder crash*...is the story.<br />
<br />
<b><u>Prologue</u></b><br />
There once was a girl. A simple, yet complex girl. Her name in itself was complex. Courtney, without the "u"...absurd to a point, maybe even ridiculous, I know, yet somehow this crazy mixed up name suited this girl named Cortney. She was a strange girl, happy in her depression one may say. By happy, I mean at least slightly entertaining, and by slightly entertaining, I mean completely mad. Anyways, this girl, Cortney, she was kind of a shifty character, but people trusted her mostly. <i>This</i> was a mistake mostly, because she was a compulsive liar. She did, however, usually fess up. Moving on, this girl joined a site called DeviantArt, a site for artists of all types and ages. On here, Cortney often vented and ranted about various happenings, in a somewhat entertaining, completely mad way. However, through happenings unbeknownst to this girl, her humorous nature slowly started to slip, and she became the thing she hates mostA Quiz Whore*lightning flash, heavy music*<br />
<br />
<b><u>The Shock, The Scandal, The Horror!!!!!!11!11!ONE!ONEONEONE!</u></b><br />
It was a cold winters day, and Cortney was sitting through one of the toughest times of her life. Every part of her brain screamed in agony as it was being tortured, melted, destroyed cell by cell. This unstoppable, unrelenting force is something so terrible, SO horrifying, it can only be known asAnthro class. Looking for any sort of sanctuary from this mind-blowing(quite literally) boredom, she took salvation in the one place that was always there for herDA. Cortney browsed through everything, but it felt like time was standing still; and then they called to her. The journal archives. Her oldest, most random thoughts and ramblings. While looking through these, Cortney came to a realisationshe used to be funny, and by funny, I mean madbut still, funny. And the more recent her journals gotheres the really scary partthe less random and funny they became, and they started to frequent quizzes, and lyrics, and things of that nature. We have to wonder, peoplewhere does this leave her?!?!<br />
<br />
<u><b>And Now</b></u><br />
And now this girl, she sits, eyes locked with the rubber duck grinning so nonchalantly at her, and wonders, Rubber Ducky, what are you thinking?and deep down inside, she wishes she were a rubber ducky with that plastic orange beak and those textured yellow wings, and those long, black, unblinking eyelashesand then she realisesreasons like <i>this</i> are why she could be considered certifiably insane. So, fellow readers, what is one to do, when IerI mean, Cortney, has lost part of herselfor smothered it with a pillowcuz shes just that crazy?<br />
<br />
<i><u>Fin?</u></i><br />
<br />
ersorry folks, Im super bored and didnt know what to do, and this happened the other day, soif you read this, you have my unconditional love.<br />
<3Cor. ]]></description>
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                <title>Eugh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 06:26:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Eugh...it's a new official word...accept it, embrace, move on. So, I've basically been sitting around the house since Sunday on the couch. I've managed to get strep throat as my doctor informed me yesterday. Shweet, is all I can say. So he stuck me on anti-biotics and Tylenol 3's for the next ten days and doesn't want me to go to school for the rest of the week...<br />
<br />
I'd usually be fine with this, but considering the semester I have, I'm stressed out to the max. I already needed math help and all of the stuff we had been doing was introductory. Math is just not my strong suit. Then we have anthro, and my teacher basically hates me(speaking of which, I had a dream last night and I kept getting back papers from english and anthropology and they were all like 2 out of thirty and seventeen out of forty and they kept failing me for no reason)...(it'll happen too...), and then I have chemistry. Looks like that spare is going to be well used for the next couple of weeks. Gah. Well, keep up the good work kiddies, <br />
Much love, <br />
Cor. ]]></description>
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                <title>Something I Hate...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2006 17:05:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow, I was just deviant browsing and I came across something I basically hate more than life. And I hate that a lot. MSN speak has NO PLACE in formal literature/poetry. NO PLACE!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGH! Typos, whatever, I accept, embrace, move on, death to spellcheck, all that jazz. But really....is "with" that much harder to type than "w/" or "love" and "luv"...djgnhsihgjfhgus sfd. I can't even begin to express how much this pains me. People, please respect your work, because if not, I can't. Maybe I'm just nitpicky, but bleegh. I realise that throughout this I've rambled incoherently, but I swear, if someone ever crosses the line and I read "lol" in a poem...unless they're quoting an msn conversation...there will be hell to pay. AGH! And "bcuz" instead of "because". Let's have an example.<br />
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i cant brethe since u lft<br />
bcuz u ment teh wrld.<br />
u wer my evrythin <br />
n now im nuthing.<br />
i luv u w/ all my heart<br />
n then some,<br />
but i jst cnt go on<br />
w/out u nemore.<br />
its 2 much 2 take<br />
cuz theres nuthing <br />
2 take away teh pain<br />
of u.<br />
<br />
...'nough said. keep it for casual conversations and whatnot. Apostrophes never did anything to you, please do not bury them yet. If you're going to bury something, please let it be the hatchet between you and vowels. They are significant letters too, and they have feelings. Numbers should be used in times, dates, quantities, things of that nature. Please note that one letter does not take that much longer to type. The only excuses you have for typing out a piece of literature in this fashion is either being drunk(or something of that nature), having only one hand fully capable of typing(and on that hand two of your fingers have gone numb), or if your keyboard happens to be missing letters and you have to somehow manage to get across your message with minimal characters available. Actually, scratch the last thought. Use morse code. It's less painful and possibly easier to decipher. <br />
/rant.<br />
<br />
Much love, Cort. ]]></description>
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                <title>Finch Lyrics on a Wednesday Night.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 18:27:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is the song <b>New Beginnings</b> by Finch. J'aime Finch. This is a super-tastic song and I'm listening to it right now. Maybe it's reflective of whatever in the bloody hell is happening right now, maybe not, I don't know. Long story short, listen to the song or at least appreciate the lyrics. My heart goes out to all of you, much love<br />
-Cort.<br />
<br />
<b><u>New Beginnings</u></b><br />
<i>Hand me downs and photographs<br />
spread across the floor<br />
a broken record spins in circles<br />
she can't listen anymore<br />
she's turned around a thousand times<br />
she set that bridge a fire<br />
<br />
but did you wanna listen<br />
you took the world with you<br />
so what is left<br />
so what is left for me<br />
<br />
i called you on the phone again<br />
just the other day<br />
it sounds to me you found your place<br />
and everything is great<br />
<br />
but did you wanna listen<br />
you took the world with you<br />
so what is left<br />
so what is left for me<br />
<br />
i try<br />
so hard to figure out<br />
why<br />
no explanation keeps me waiting<br />
lets try<br />
because i know you won't forget<br />
i know<br />
even if the story is over<br />
<br />
but did you wanna listen<br />
you took the world with you<br />
so what is left for me<br />
so what is left for me<br />
<br />
but did you wanna listen<br />
you took the world with you<br />
so what is left<br />
so what is left for me<br />
<br />
what's left for me</i> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ah, the cure to Boredom.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 11:37:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, got this from ~<a class="u" href="http://monochromerainbow.deviantart.com/">MonochromeRainbow</a>, She's a pretty stellar traditional artist, check 'er out.<br />
<br />
Fill in the things that apply to u with a * in the box []<br />
<br />
[*] I am really ticklish.<br />
<br />
[]I'm afraid of the dark.<br />
<br />
[] I am homosexual<br />
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[] I've had sex.<br />
<br />
[] I've had sex with someone I didn't know<br />
<br />
[] I've run away from home<br />
<br />
[] I listen to political music.<br />
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[*] I collect comic books.<br />
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[*] I am good at keeping a secret from the world.<br />
[usually, if it needs to be kept]<br />
[*] I watch the news.<br />
<br />
[] I own over 5 rap CDs<br />
<br />
[] I own something from Hot Topic<br />
<br />
[*] I like Disney movies.<br />
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[*] I am a sucker for eyes.<br />
<br />
[]I don't kill bugs.<br />
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[*] I curse regularly<br />
<br />
[] I have "x"s in my screen name<br />
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[*] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.[and hated myself for it]<br />
<br />
[] I love Spam.<br />
<br />
[*] I bake well. [Something I actually pride myself on...'cept the Death Cupcakes, eh V?]<br />
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[*] I have worn pajamas to class. [In elementary school for Pyjama Day*reminisces*]<br />
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[] I own something from Abercrombie.<br />
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[] I have a job.<br />
<br />
[] I love Martha Stewart<br />
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[*] I like someone[I like a lot of people]<br />
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[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.<br />
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[*] I am self-conscious.<br />
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[*] I love to laugh<br />
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[*] I have tried alcohol.<br />
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[*] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.[...not regular as in I'm an alcoholic, but yeah...]<br />
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[*] I have tried a cigarette.<br />
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[] I have smoked a pack in one day.<br />
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[*] I have cough drops when I'm not sick. [why do they make them so damn delicious?]<br />
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[] I can't swallow pills.<br />
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[*] I have many scars. <br />
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[] I've been out of this country.<br />
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[*] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.<br />
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[*] I love chocolate.<br />
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[*]I bite my nails.[I chew them, but don't bite them off. Some old habits are hard to kill completely, but I'm half way there]<br />
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[] I am comfortable with being me <br />
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[*] I play computer games when I'm bored. [Yes! Loves it. Harry Potter, Spider Solitaire, internet checkers(WHAT?!...yeah)...]<br />
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[*] Gotten lost in a city.[My own?!] <br />
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[*] Seen a shooting star.<br />
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[] Had a serious surgery<br />
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[*] Gone out in public in your pajamas.<br />
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[] Have kissed someone you didn't know.<br />
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[*] Hugged a stranger.<br />
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[] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of the same sex<br />
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[*] Been in a fist fight[Kinda, but it was a drunken one and there was no actual contact with fists made......]<br />
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[] Been arrested.<br />
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[*] some type of beverage come out of your nose<br />
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[*] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.<br />
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[] Made out in an elevator.<br />
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[*] Swore at your parents.[hahahaha yeah, i was like six and didn't know what it meant and my dad had my favourite pillow and I went up to my mom and was like "Dad's being a fucking idiot, he has my pillow"...wow I got in trouble for that one...]<br />
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[] Been skydiving.<br />
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[] Been bungee jumping.<br />
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[*] Gotten stitches<br />
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[] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour .<br />
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[*] Bitten someone...[...heh...]<br />
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[*] Been to Niagara Falls.<br />
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[*] Gotten the chicken pox.<br />
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[] Crashed into a car.<br />
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[] Been to Japan.<br />
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[*] ridden in a taxi.<br />
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[] Shoplifted.<br />
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[] Been fired.<br />
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[*] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back. [hahahahahahha wow...hahahhaa...*shakes head*...basically sums up my romantic life right there...ahaha...hah...ah...*sighs*]<br />
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[] Stole something from your job<br />
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[] Gone on a blind date<br />
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[] Had a crush on a teacher<br />
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[] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.<br />
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[] Been to Europe.<br />
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[] Slept with a co-worker<br />
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[]Been married<br />
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[]Gotten divorced.<br />
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[] Saw someone/something dying.<br />
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[*] Driven over 400 miles in one day. [Hahahhaha took a twenty five hour bus ride to Montreal, dang...that was a good time. Nytol and RedBull.]<br />
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[*] Been to Canada. [I live there! Go me! ...Shit, I was just reminded that the Conservatives are in power...]<br />
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[*]Been On A Plane<br />
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[*] Love Rocky Horror Picture Show.<br />
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[] Thrown up in a bar.<br />
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[] eaten sushi<br />
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[] Been snowboarding.<br />
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[*] been skiing<br />
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[*] Been ice skating.<br />
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[*] wanted to break up with someone but couldnt bring yourself to do it [I did manage... ]]></description>
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                <title>Let's Cross Our Fingers.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 15:51:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, my writing's been not going so well lately and it's been driving me insane. Through dwelling on this as well as discussions with a couple of friends, I've re-discovered my love for writing short stories. I know they don't get as many reads because people are lazy(I'm guilty of that too), but whatever. I'm really excited to start writing again and I really, really hope it goes well.<br />
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On another note, I want some toast with Nutella. It's random, but it's haunting me. Yessir. Okay, toast then writing. Much love to all of you, thanks so much for your support.<br />
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Love from Cort. ]]></description>
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                <title>Since I Can't Write Poetry...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 09:42:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, since I can't write poetry, I may as well write a journal trying to work out the complete and utter crap which has been my work lately. I'd like to apologise for that, first of all. You've all been really kind with still commenting but my poetry lately, as well as basically everything I've been doing outside of my art, has been lacking in Cortney. Wait, okay, <i>I've</i> been lacking in Cortney. Blagh, do you ever get those days/weeks/months where you feel kind of empty/incomplete and you don't know exactly why, so that nags at you too, but you know it's something but you can't fix it due to not know what it is?...yeah, that's basically me. <br />
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Urgh. So, what's new with all of you, you're greatly missed. Yep. Ahh in my life, basically nothing. I have zero work done for newspaper class and am pretty sure I'm going to fail it, though it's not a compulsory credit it'll drag my average down like there's no tomorrow....urgh, drama culminating activity is to be performed wednesday....I have a ninety four in that class, but it's worth fifty percent of our mark...and I'm pretty sure we're going to have to pull a miracle to get a really good mark. Oh, how I wish I were religious at times like these*nods*.<br />
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*looks at journal* I think that with both my sanity and my ability to write short poems, the ability to write short journals fell away somewhere too. ]]></description>
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                <title>Yeah, deal with it.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 20:18:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>From Mr. Dagg, mainly because I have no life and feel like annoying everyone with a)multiple journal entries and b) the fact that they're quizzes. Muah!<3</i><br />
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First:<br />
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My name is: Cortney<br />
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In the morning i was: Scared annnd lonely.<br />
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All i need now is: A hug.<br />
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Love is: Unconditional, and possibly unreal.<br />
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I'm afraid of: Spiders, people lying to me, commitment possibly.<br />
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I dream about: Everything aaaaaand anything.<br />
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Your:<br />
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*Middle name: Rachelle(pronounced Ra-shell not Ray-chel...god that annoys me...)<br />
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*Birth time: 3:10am I think...<br />
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*Birthplace: McKellar Hospital Thunder Fuckin' Bay ladies and gents.<br />
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*Last place travelled: My backyard(Woot Kakabeka *high five to Evan*)<br />
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*Eye Color: Green without contacts, intense green with contacts.<br />
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*Nail Color: Noir(black)<br />
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*Height: 5 foot 7<br />
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*Zodiac Sign: Virgo<br />
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Describe:<br />
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*Your heritage: Quarter Italian(say whaaat?!?!), uhm, and throw in some Irish, French, Scottish, and English.<br />
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*The shoes you wore today: My hooker/combat boots. They're a cross breed.<br />
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*Your hair: Longish dark dark brown<br />
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*Your weakness: Affection, a good "your mom" joke.<br />
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*Your perfect pizza: Cheese, Pineapple, green pepper, mushrooms. Yep. Oh, and dried chili peppers.<br />
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What is:<br />
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*Your most overused phrase: "It's 'cuz you SUCK!" or "I love you"<br />
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*Your thoughts first waking up: Either "where's the alarm" or "five more minutes"<br />
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*Your current worry: That I've lost my creativity, amongst many other things.<br />
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*Your plans tomorrow: Hair cut, blacklight, mel's(CELEBRATING VIV'S BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)<br />
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*Your best physical feature: I have no bloody clue. Maybe my eyes, and those are fake.<br />
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*Your bedtime: When I am le tired.<br />
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You prefer:<br />
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*Sunrise or sunset: Sunrise is nice when you see it, but I do love sunset, yes, definitely.<br />
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*Gore or horror: Horror<br />
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*Eastside or westside: West-syyyyyyyyyyyde. "SHARKS!"..."JETS!"...wow. Westside story.<br />
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*Stripes or polka dots: Stripes all the way<br />
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*Planes or trains: Trains because they remind me of Harry Potter and Murder Mysteries.<br />
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*Metal or hardcore: Either or<br />
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*Pools or hot tubs: Pools. I love swimming possibly more than life.<br />
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Do You:<br />
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*Do you think you've been in love: Uhm, under careful consideration, no.<br />
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*Want to get married: Yes, I think so some day.<br />
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*Type w/ your fingers: No, my tongue. Yes, my fingers.<br />
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*Like to take baths: Yessir/Yessum...bubbly baths. One time I almost drowned in bubbles...recently actually. I actually got quite scared. I suppose one doesn't need quite as much bubble bath in a jacuzzi.<br />
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*Get motion sickness: Only if I'm feeling sick before hand.<br />
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*Like talking on the phone: Yeah, I'm definitely a phone whore but no one ever calls me because I appear to take up the phone whore market in Thunder Bay.<br />
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*Like thunderstorms: They basically complete me. I never get a better sleep than with a thunderstorm.<br />
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*Play an instrument: Yeah, the flute...what...<br />
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*Workout: Not religiously, but yeah.<br />
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*Like reading: 'tis the essence of my being.<br />
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Favorite:<br />
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*Body part: I'm in love with hands and maybe jaw lines or collar bones...I can't pick just one!<br />
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*Kind of fruit: Pomegranate!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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*Music to fall asleep to: AFI is always amazing amazing sleep music.<br />
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*Car: Oldschool VW Bug.<br />
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*Number: Thirteen because I'm cool like that.<br />
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*Thing to do: Watch a thunderstorm/read during a thunderstorm/dance in the rain<br />
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*Horror movie: Silence of the Lambs(WOOT!)<br />
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*Color: Black, Red, Purple<br />
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*Food: Pomegranate.<br />
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The Future:<br />
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*Age you hope to be married: Uhm, hopefully after school so between twenty three and twenty six.<br />
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*Numbers and Names of Children: One girl and one boy, probably Billie and Damien.<br />
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*Describe your Dream Wedding: Uhm, having a groom would be a start.<br />
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*How do you want to die: Dramatically.<br />
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*What do you want to be when you grow up: Actress, then Drama/English teacher<br />
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*What country would you most like to visit: Europe<br />
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Opposite Sex:<br />
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*Best eye color: I actually really like brown eyes. Or Green<br />
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*Best hair color: Dark prefferably<br />
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*Best personality trait: Uhm, being easy going but excited and funny. Yeah, whatever, I have standards(...and she wonders why she's still sing... ]]></description>
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                <title>Because he said so.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 12:24:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Because I was tagged by mr.~<a class="u" href="http://azrael-adonis.deviantart.com/">Azrael-Adonis</a> (also known as my favourite da artist...)...I'm doing this...oh, and also because newspaper class is the most unproductive thing since the beginning of time.<br />
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1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.<br />
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"...trouble finding his words, though he expressed himself in the..." (kind of wish it was a more exciting line. but it's not. because the book sucks. actually, it's not that bad.../rant.)<br />
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2. Stretch your left arm as far as you can.<br />
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I just about choked Ms. Krista (~<a class="u" href="http://if-u-could-only-see.deviantart.com/">if-u-could-only-see</a>)<br />
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3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?<br />
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Ancient rerun of the show Popular. Yeah, whatever, I love it.<br />
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4. Without looking, guess what time it is<br />
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3:11pm<br />
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5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?<br />
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3:09pm...close but no cigar...(close enough for jazz, though.)...(...i really hope someone got that...)<br />
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6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?<br />
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The drone of newspaper class and Lust by Hawksley Workman. That song makes one want to do dirty, dirty things.<br />
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7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?<br />
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When I last stepped outside I was walking from the music wing to the main hallway, leaving my sanctuary.<br />
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8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?<br />
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An awesome journal.<br />
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9. What are you wearing?<br />
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Supergirl t-shirt(that's right, we always new I had superpowers, now it's a fact...), jeans, my hooker/combat boots, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a smile. <br />
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10. Did you dream last night?<br />
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Yes, I dreamt many a dream. I dreamt that Viv was being eaten by a crazy beetle...it was so scary. And then I dreamt that two of my friends who are currently somewhat involved were cousins, yeah, that was wierd...and that i was turning into a mini-dave, but only due to the hair. *is going for haircut tomorrow...**wipes forehead* phew.<br />
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11. When did you last laugh?<br />
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Like...point two seconds ago. Actually it was more of a giggle, due to Ms. Hansen. I don't know, I laugh really, really easily, I love love love to laugh, but I have a really loud laugh so a lot of people hate it. <br />
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12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?<br />
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Old school newspapers, awards. a clock, blackboards, notices, things like that...you know...class-roomey things.<br />
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13. Seen anything weird lately?<br />
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That freaky bloody beetle in my dream, uhm, not that I can think of really.<br />
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14. What do you think of this quiz?<br />
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Let's just say if this weren't the only thing keeping me from falling asleep in newspaper class Mr. Dagg would be knocked down a few on the hero list.<br />
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15. What is the last film you saw?<br />
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Raise Your Voice for like the fourth time last night. Yeah, whatever, I wrote an essay and was tired and feeling crappy, it was on the T.V, I have a secret love for those mindless entertainment, mediocre at the very best acting kind of movies that you can predict before it even starts.  <br />
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16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?<br />
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Pay off all of my family's bills and stuff, buy them a new house, pay that off, move to England and build a ginormous house there and make enough rooms for all of my close friends to live in. I'd also build a mini-house for all the animals I'd take in from shelters<br />
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17. Tell me something about you that I don't know!<br />
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Uhm, I'll assume that "you" is the tagger. Gee, you don't know lots about me. Pomegranates are my favourite food...yep, I could really go for one right now(hey, there's one in every family, right?)<br />
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18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?<br />
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Put Pangea back together so we were all one nation.<br />
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19. Do you like to dance?<br />
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More than most things.<br />
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20. George Bush<br />
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I think that he shouldn't have been re-elected and has made some major wrong choices which have affected his image and country negatively. Whatever, he'll be a retired crazy soon.<br />
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21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?<br />
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I don't know, it's not something you can decide completely on your own unless you're a single parent I guess, but I like Billie from Elizabeth and Belle from Izibella...oh, or Noelle.<br />
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22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?<br />
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(Jaden's a really pretty name *high five*). Uhm, Damien, Skyler, Noal...I don't know...blah*dances*<br />
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23. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pe... ]]></description>
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                <title>Holy Crazy, Batman!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 18:36:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HEY! I made it to 3000 views! I know, whatever, it's only a website yadda yadda, but this means that over the course of a year and a bit at least a couple of kind souls have taken the time to look over my work, and possibly revisit the page *dances in circles*. This is thrilling...it's actually past three thousand, i missed the exact number which kinda sucks, but whatevs. (definitely just used whatevs in a sentence)...I now must go write an essay on The Plague by Albert Camus....this essay is death, if you don't hear from me in a while, it's 'cuz i killed myself by bludgeoning my head repeatedly with the soft covered version of the novel until i died. Rock on loves!<br />
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P.S- Congratulations to our very own ~<a class="u" href="http://tachyondecay.deviantart.com/">TachyonDecay</a> who went and got himself <b>published</b>!!!! (Can you believe he had the nerve to tell me poetry wasn't his strong suit*shakes head*). Congrats Ben, we always knew you'd get out there, and I still believe you'll amount to something even more incredible. Keep on being amazing buddy! ]]></description>
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                <title>My Drug.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 21:09:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dance. Dance, and the art of literature. Those are my drugs. <br />
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When I say dance I don't mean ballet, or jazz, or tap, though I do appreciate those all. I mean the kind of dancing that doesn't need steps or time...the kind of dancing that you just throw yourself into. Fuck inhibitions. <br />
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And writing, for those of you who do write, or draw, even, it's the fact that a pencil in your hand can create something so incredibly universal and can depict so many of your emotions...it's baffling.<br />
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....I swear I'm completely sober while writing this....<br />
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Anyways, I want to know from anyone who feels like commenting, screw whatever your anti-drug is, what's your drug? What makes you feel like nothing in the world can touch you? What do you do that everytime feels like both the first and last time you'll ever do it?<br />
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I love you all, just a thought. xoxo, Ms. Cortney Rachelle Kennedy. ]]></description>
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                <title>This one goes out to my love.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 23:49:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is for ~<a class="u" href="http://xxrainiedae.deviantart.com/">xxrainiedae</a>. This is a journal dedicated to this girl's beauty, and zest for life. Her insane ability to love and to make others laugh. Sometimes it just hits you how much you love someone, and this girl deserves all the love in the world. She was one of my first da supporters, and never ceases to amaze me with her crazazy writing abilities.. This girl lights up everything, she's crazy...but she keeps me sane a lot of the time.<br />
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xoxo Courtney love,<br />
-your corty. ]]></description>
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                <title>Warning: Contains anger</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 11:39:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, today pretty much sucks. Not sucks like "it was kind of bad and i'm depressed sucks"...like...fuck you, fuck your stupid fucking smile, go fuck yourself you fuck faced son of a fuck. (sorry if that offended anyone). But....gah...okay, so basically this morning was okay, nothing really went wrong minus a stupid theory assignment, but it wouldn't have bothered me...English, my same old crazy fuckin' hippy dippy air-headed teacher...kind of still doesn't bother me, right? Annyoing, but no cause for dropping the f-bomb repeatedly.<br />
In all honesty, the one class that usually makes my day kind of ruined it and made me want to sleep for a long long time. Drama. Today, drama made me want to kill myself. Call me emo, call me angsty, call me whatever the fuck you like and I'll simply tell you to fuck a hat. Really, judge me right now and I will probably kill you with pure hate waves radiating at such an intense nature, they will stun and kill everyone within a seven hundred mile radius. <br />
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What sucked oh so badly? Well, the annoyances throughout the day coupled with a few choice people, by a few choice people i mean a few choice comments made, really judgemental comments, that were not only said about me, but behind my back. I don't care how many times i've been made fun of and how used to it i should be, it still really hurts. This person, who shall remain nameless(no one on the DA community, so don't worry), but KJSHDFiuSHTefgoiSH Efouishdfo ihJIOJAOSFhs doifjsdfs....FUCK! I hate being judged for my appearance or how I present myself. And it just got me to thinking about how much people rely on how i look or act or talk or joke or laugh or dance or sit or stand or walk...I'd be the same goddamn person if I wore a potato sack to school, don't judge me for what I fucking wear. Case closed. <br />
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Also, I royally screwed up my performance which people said they didn't notice but it pisses me off....I had it down, memorized, KABLAMO! and what happened? I got up there and choked and just completely mixed around my lines and left out full paragraphs. I'm in complete and utter disarray and can't stand the fact that while I was up there I was being made fun of behind my back. Maybe I'm immature, but I wish people would tell me what they thought of me, or just keep their fucking mouths shut. I'm an omniscient being, when will they learn that? GAH! Fuckity fuck fuck fucker son of a....This is completely random and I'm sorry but I feel like crying and slapping certain persons(though a few of them I guess don't deserve it but nonetheless they're in my line of hate for minor reasons)...I hate today. Really, I want to go home, crawl into bed and die...but wait, it gets better.<br />
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After school, I have to go to the mall (three days before fucking christmas, what a rat's nest), and shop with my grandma. I love the woman but she's about as bad as it gets...for serious. She's the kind of woman who can't just go in shop and get out, I'll have to try on christmas sweaters and look at wicker furnature and look for wooden clogs in a size eleventy seven for no apparant reason. It'll happen, mark my words it will.<br />
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Anyways, basically I hate being judged, it makes me feel ridiculously worthless and whatnot, and i'm one cranky fucking kitty.<br />
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If you read this, you have my heart forever. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>So, I basically suck.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 17:09:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, the title about covers it. Today was one of those days, you know...<i>those</i> days...those days where nothing really goes wrong at all. In fact it's been a perfectly pleasant day with nice conversations, and we did gift exchange all went well...but I was in one of those moods. You know, <i>those</i> moods? The ones where <i>even though</i> nothing really goes wrong at all, and it's been a perfectly pleasant day with nice conversations, and even if you've done gift exchange and everyone was wonderfully happy, you're still melancholy and feel like a gigantic downer?...One of those. I was in one of <i>those</i> moods, which made it one of <i>those</i> days, where you have no reason to be upset so you feel utterly and completely silly for not being ecstatic, yet you can't snap out of it.<br />
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So, I basically suck.<br />
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(Robin to Batman when he gets a look at me: "Holy emo kid Batman...don't inhale too deeply, you may catch the "depression" and start wearing black nail polish...what would Gotham do without you?...No Batman, no! Put down that dull pair of safety scissors! Batman, gazillions of little kids look up to you, why would you do this to yourself?! WHY?! WHY?! NO BATMAN! Not the jeans! Anything but those jeans!") ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Quizzy Quiz Quiz</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2005 11:58:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Punked from </b> *<a class="u" href="http://uncopyrightedvinegar.deviantart.com/">uncopyrightedvinegar</a> <br />
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You are...(looks)<br />
[ ] tall<br />
[x] in between<br />
[ ] short<br />
--<br />
[ ] blonde<br />
[ ] redhead<br />
[x] brunette<br />
[ ] black-haired<br />
--<br />
[ ] blue-eyed<br />
[ ] brown-eyed<br />
[x] green-eyed<br />
[ ] hazel eyed<br />
[ ] gold eyed<br />
[ ] grey eyed<br />
[x] with glasses<br />
[x] with contacts<br />
--<br />
[ ] with braces<br />
[x] with freckles<br />
[ ] with piercings<br />
[ ] with tattoos<br />
[x] and have long hair<br />
[ ] and have short hair<br />
[ ] and have mid-length hair<br />
<br />
Your favorite color(s) are?<br />
[x] red<br />
[ ] pink<br />
[ ] yellow<br />
[x] black<br />
[ ] green<br />
[ ] blue<br />
[ ] gold<br />
[ ] white<br />
[ ] silver<br />
[x] purple<br />
[ ] brown<br />
[x] orange<br />
[x] indigo<br />
<br />
Some things you've done/played include... <br />
[ ] soccer<br />
[ ] cheerleading<br />
[x] dancing<br />
[ ] lacrosse<br />
[ ] field hockey<br />
[ ] hockey <br />
[ ] football<br />
[ ] softball<br />
[ ] wrestling<br />
[x] gymnastics (against my will)<br />
[ ] track/cross country<br />
[ ] basketball<br />
[ ] baseball<br />
[ ] golf<br />
[x] chess<br />
[x] playing in the mud<br />
[x] playing music<br />
[x] hiking<br />
[x] kayaking<br />
[x] camping<br />
[x] horseback riding<br />
[x] marching band<br />
[X] badmiton<br />
[X] tennis<br />
<br />
You are sometimes...<br />
[X] annoying<br />
[X] talkative<br />
[X] shy<br />
[x] sweet<br />
[X] funny<br />
[X] mysterious<br />
[x] serious<br />
[x] bubbly<br />
[X] spazzy<br />
[x] paranoid<br />
[x] fun-loving<br />
[X] laid back<br />
[x] strict<br />
[X] hyper<br />
[X] nervous<br />
[x] weird<br />
<br />
The music you like is?<br />
[ ] rap<br />
[x] rock<br />
[ ] pop<br />
[ ] country<br />
[ ] hip hop<br />
[ ] r&b<br />
[ ] slow jams<br />
[ ] Christian<br />
[x] classical<br />
[x] techno<br />
[x] oldies<br />
[x] the 80s<br />
[x] punk<br />
[x] Metal<br />
[ ] reggae<br />
[x] Goth (or at least what would be considered i suppose...)<br />
[ ] Latin<br />
[x] 90's Grunge<br />
[x] musicals<br />
<br />
The pets you have are?<br />
[x] cat<br />
[x] dog<br />
[ ] lizard<br />
[ ] snake<br />
[ ] ferret<br />
[ ] spider<br />
[ ] rabbit<br />
[x] fish <br />
[ ] bird<br />
[ ] hamster<br />
[ ] little sister<br />
[ ] other<br />
<br />
You eat?<br />
[ ] dessert every night<br />
[x] no meat<br />
[ ] diet stuff<br />
[x] healthy foods<br />
[x] junk foods<br />
[ ] a lot of carbs <br />
[x] ice cream<br />
[ ] lots of meat <br />
[x] salad<br />
[ ] seafood<br />
[x] exotic dishes<br />
[x] Mountain Dew<br />
<br />
Currently you are...<br />
[ ] in a relationship<br />
[ ] single and lovin it<br />
[ ] crushing..sorta<br />
[ ] single and looking for someone<br />
[x] just plain single   (yeah, i added this one in to suit me)<br />
[ ] just broke up... and so sad about it<br />
[ ] None of your damn business ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Self Pity/Reflection.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2005 14:54:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Maybe if i were smarter<br />
More athletic...<br />
Kinder...<br />
Funnier...<br />
More mysterious...<br />
A tease...<br />
Not so much of a tease...<br />
Straightforward ...<br />
Shy...<br />
Cute...<br />
Sexy...<br />
Unforgettable...<br />
Beautiful...<br />
Intelligent...<br />
Less intelligent...<br />
Down to Earth...<br />
Out of this world...<br />
Crazy...<br />
Level headed...<br />
Demanding...<br />
Giving...<br />
<br />
Maybe then, id matter. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Kinda sexcited.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2005 16:15:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, I'm pretty sexcited(writing with all of the rules Evan  gave me in this journal, just for him)...(at least the "ex"="sex" one because some of the others are too insane to remember)...so, anyways, I'm pretty sexcited because during crazy dull newspaper class today, I decided that in the last half hour I was going to be productive and write something. I'll sexplain more about that later. So, I began writing, and I got about I think halfway through. One thing: If anyone, and I mean anyone tries to tell me it sounds like that movie "Constantine"(not konstantine by soco, the movie Constantine) I'll probably ban you from ever commenting again...if I can...I dunno. I love that movie, and i'm all for you guys interpereting my work however you want, in fact, i thrive on that. but just because this writing includes what could be interpereted as an angel, and a guy with shaky lungs whatever, it has nothing to do with that movie. So, that's my rant, I love you all, and just felt like sexplaining that I'm sexcited about this new thing. Kind of a sexperiment, if you will. Really pleased with how it's coming out so far. Schweet! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Kill me.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 12:25:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Cabaret is tomorrow...for those of you who don't know me really really closely, or...who haven't talked to me, Cabaret has been my life for like...the past month. Everything has taken a back seat, including sleep, eating, talking, or being sane. Sorry to all of you who I haven't been able to talk to much...I should be shot. Ahhh. okay, so tomorrow...and then friday...then it's all over and it'll all be okay. unless we suck <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/boo.gif" width="27" height="29" alt=":boo:" title="BOO! Ha ha, gotcha!" /> cuz it's going to happen i know it will...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/faint.gif" width="18" height="17" alt=":faint:" title="I think I've fainted." /> too much too much, not enough time...gah! Okay, so rambling, Not really much to say, because I've done nothing but dance and play music and decorate...oh dear, decorating as well....dear me dear me...ahh...okay, so, I love everyone, every single one of you, sorry if i haven't been calling or commenting or making any sense...*dances* for those of you who live in thunder bay, come to cabaret on tomorrow(the seventeenth) or friday(the eighteenth)...it would seriously mean the entire world to me. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>You're it!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 15:45:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1. I used to be obsessed with Nickelback<br />
<br />
2. I'm arachnaphobic<br />
<br />
3.I have the equivelant of a stuffed animal museum in my house, and i refuse to get rid of any of them. they are also all named.<br />
<br />
4. I like to name things.<br />
<br />
5. I speak fluent Franglais.<br />
<br />
6. I pretty much love doing british accents, even if it's not well.<br />
<br />
7. I am an introvert acting as an extrovert<br />
<br />
8. Like viv, I tend to stutter a lot when I speak, usually only because i try to speak quickly, or i get excited about what i'm saying and trip over words. oh, and i'm dyslexic with speaking. <br />
<br />
9. Despite a lot of what I say, I really am intelligent, and a lot of people tend to miss that about me.<br />
<br />
10. I hate having things thrown at me. I find it degrading and humiliating and it makes me cry...<br />
<br />
11. On that not, I cry about everything, or get really embarassed and blush like there's no tomorrow.<br />
<br />
12. I'm actually <i>quite</i> self conscious.<br />
<br />
13. When I was little I used to run into walls on purpose to make my nose bleed.<br />
<br />
14. If I could be any animal in the world, I would be a kitty because they lead excellent lives. Or perhaps a ring tailed lemur...<br />
<br />
15. I love bananas. It sounds dirty I know, but really, I do. And pommegranates<br />
<br />
16. I love being a country kid. Screw you yuppies<br />
<br />
17. I'm about as confusing as it gets.<br />
<br />
18. I have an obesession with leprosy.<br />
<br />
19. I love band. MMMMM band...<br />
<br />
20. Swimming is one of my favourite past times ever.<br />
<br />
<br />
Tag, you're it! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Another thing i punked.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 11:35:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Leave a comment here and...<br />
1. I'll respond with something random about you.<br />
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.<br />
3. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.<br />
4. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.<br />
5. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.<br />
6. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.<br />
7. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.<br />
<br />
So, yeah...this is thrills and chills and all that jazz, whatnot, thing-a-ma-bobber, god i'm tired and crabby.<br />
<br />
<br />
And crazy<br />
<br />
<br />
And on drugs...<br />
<br />
Sweet deal...<br />
<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
<br />
Anyway, so I was just chillin, walking along, and then it was like...BAM...just smoked me out of no where....god, i have no idea where  i was going with this...<br />
<br />
<br />
I love everybody, respond to this and you'll get a good raping too. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Thingy FOR Evan.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 15:59:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, time for another feature people!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
~<a href="http://azrael-adonis.deviantart.com/">Azrael-Adonis</a>   Bloody Amazing! Seriously people...have respect for art, yourself, others, me, whatever the hell floats your boat...check him out.<br />
<br />
He's only got about six hundred page views, which I saw and it made my jaw drop.<br />
<br />
His drawings are amazing, such depth and feeling, and he's just an all around amazing guy. Check him out or fear my wrath. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Thingy From Evan.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 17:10:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://geocities.com/xenobiadespana/evaquiz.html"><br />
<img src="http://geocities.com/xenobiadespana/misato.jpg" border=0></a><br><br />
<br><a href="http://geocities.com/xenobiadespana/evaquiz.html">What Neon Genesis Evangelion character are you?</a><br />
<br />
"You are wild, crazy, and fun to be with. But no one really knows the real you. You want to do well, but are haunted by failure."<br />
Misato Katsuragi.<br />
<br />
Got this from ~<a href="http://azrael-adonis.deviantart.com/">Azrael-Adonis</a>...gotta love that kid. Take it and let me know what you are folks.<br />
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P.S-Sorry, but i had to edit it, i linked him wrong!</br></br> ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>I HATE FIRE!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2005 12:14:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Aghhhhh, you know it's serious when a pyromaniac is saying she hates fire...son of a bloody bitch, cock sucker goddamnit....<br />
<br />
In case you're wondering what this is all about, I have to pile wood...<br />
<br />
It makes me want to kill myself....oh well....Blagh...today I cleaned the house, did my parents laundry, did my laundry, am now going to pile wood, and am baking for a family thing when i'm done piling wood....our outdoor speakers are busted or something, so i have to listen to the radio instead which consists of some decent stuff but a bunch of it is crap<br />
<br />
Dammit....anyways.....okay.....<br />
<br />
Hope y'all are having a WONDERFUL day....enjoy dolls. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>2000!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2005 11:59:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ EEE! Okay guys, call me crazy, but I'm uber excited, I just got my two thousandth page view!!!!! It's a hard feat to acheive for a poet of my stature, so, let's rejoice and thank the lovely ms. meghan hannam ( *<a href="http://shutterbug13.deviantart.com/">shutterbug13</a> ) for providing it for us!<br />
<br />
<br />
WOOOT! Drinks on the house!!!! Kool-aid for all!!! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Oh dear.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2005 10:13:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...agh, Im such a bloody girl...I'm listening to the song "Butterfly Kisses" and it always makes me cry....I therefore should be shot in the foot...but it's so sweet...agh...AGH I say...<br />
<br />
<br />
Anyways, moving on...gah...I really hope you're all doing well, really and truly...I don't know where that came from, but it was just a thought...hopefully all is well and good for everyone...keep on dancing...if you dance...if not, you should start. Dancing is like a drug, it takes away the pain and it makes the world a better place. If everyone would once a day just let loose and dance away the way they felt inside, everyone would be so much happier.  Be free of inhibitions and a self-conscious stream of mind and let your body flow...<br />
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God I'm crazy....<br />
<br />
<br />
Love you all ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>...I am a posting whore...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 18:53:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am a posting whore, that's the conclusion I've come to...sorry...<br />
<br />
<br />
BLAGH! Just shoot me in the foot.<br />
<br />
Anyways, the next three poems I'm posting starting with "Opening Act" are all related to fights I've been having with my mom lately. There are three acts altogether, and each is in a different style of either poetry or prose, I'm not sure yet...so please be dolls and comment on them if you're not too terribly busy.<br />
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<br />
Thanks guys love you all. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Voila</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 12:20:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's no longer my birthday...it hasn't been for a week, but I held on to it for as long as I could. Ahhh....so I figured I should change the journal. Love you all, ciao babes. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>NOOO</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 14:42:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY! YYYYAAAAAYYY!....<br />
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<br />
That is all. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Sorry People...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 18:42:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am a terrible, terrible person...I'm lazy therefore have commented on barely anything of late. I'll get around to it eventually, I PROMISE...look forward to your message boxes being flooded...one day.<br />
<br />
On a totally unrelated note....<br />
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<br />
LALALALALALALALALALALALALALA<br />
<br />
<br />
Yes... ]]></description>
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                <title>Gawababa</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2005 00:46:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes....yes indeed. It's three fourty four in the morning and I can;t sleep....my tummy hurts like the dickens...so I am sitting here dancing to the emo song which makes my heart bounce up and down and giggle. It has a mind of its own. ANYWAYS....*runs around in circles, falls down*...*blinks*....<br />
<br />
<br />
I quit. ]]></description>
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                <title>Une autre...or un autre..not sure.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 21:19:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes...yes...another one...deal with it folks. I don't force you to read them...'tis for my amusement...and possibly yours...we shall see.<br />
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Stolen from ~<a href="http://darkness113dark.deviantart.com/">darkness113dark</a><br />
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<>=my personal comments.<br />
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[x] I am a cuddler <br />
[x] I am an OKAY dancer. <note the use of okay...lol...in my OWN mind I am...viv, stop laughing...I said stop...viv..I...don't make me get out the newspaper...><br />
[] I am a morning person.<br />
[x] At times I am a perfectionist. <really depends on what I'm doing...but often, yes><br />
[x] I am an only child.<br />
[x] I am currently in my pajamas. <when aren't i in pyjamas?><br />
[x] I am currently single<br />
[x] I am currently suffering from a breaking heart. <not broken, just sore><br />
[X] I am okay at styling other people's hair. <...if they want to look like ravaged birds...><br />
[] I am left handed....<i'm a lefty wannabe><br />
[] I am married.<br />
[] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.<br />
[x] I am very shy around the opposite sex at first.  <depending on the person><br />
[x] I bite my nails. <only sometimes though, like when they chip or..I dunno, just sometimes> <br />
[x] I can be paranoid at times... <i'm one of those people whose answer to everything is "it's a conspiracy"><br />
[] I currently have a crush on someone. <br />
[x] I currently regret something that I have done/am doing.<br />
[x] When I get mad I curse frequently. <and like not even in a coherent fashion...it's just like a paragraph of random swearing><br />
[x] I don't hate anyone. <i><br />
[] I enjoy Country music <br />
[x] I enjoy smoothies. <smoothies are like sex on a stick...or in a smoothie cup><br />
[x] I enjoy talking on the phone. <i><br />
[] I have a car. <br />
[x] I have a cell phone. <br />
[x] I have/had a hard time paying attention in/at school. &lt<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" />ending on the class and which friends are sitting around me> <br />
[x] I have a hidden talent. <...keeping my mouth shut...I keep that one well hidden, but I CAN do it.><br />
[x] I have a lot to learn. <obviously><br />
[x] I have a pet(s).<br />
[x] I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. <br />
[x] I have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" guy/girl ...<if we were to take a look at my track record, that answer would be bloody effing obvious><br />
[x] I have all my grandparents, none of them have died.<br />
[] I have at least one brother and/or sister. <br />
[] I have been in a threesome. <br />
[] I have been to another country. <br />
[x] I have been told that I am very smart. <br />
[x] I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. <...for me to have said no would have been an obvious lie...><br />
[] I have had broken a bone. <br />
[] I have Caller I.D. on my phone. <br />
[x] I have changed a lot over the past year. < i think i change personalities every few hours...or minutes...we'll see...><br />
[x] I have done something illegal. <who hasn't?><br />
[x] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color...<hell, i haven't seen my whole head my natural colour since i was eight..> <br />
[] I have had major/minor surgery <br />
[] I have had my hair cut within the last week...<dammit! I get it cut tomorrow....fucker, why'd i have to pick tonight?!> <br />
[] I have had the cops called on me.<br />
[x] I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't. <in a way, yes><br />
[x] I have kissed someone of the same sex.<br />
[x] I have mood swings<br />
[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.<br />
[x] I have rejected someone before. <yea...i'm a monster><br />
[x] I have seen The Lord of the Rings trilogy. <well...uh...obviously><br />
[x] I have tried a drug that is illegal...<aren't all drugs illegal?><br />
[x] I have watched Spongebob Squarepants.<br />
[x] I like Shakespeare.<br />
[x] I like the taste of blood...<fuck that, loves it!> <br />
[x] I love to cook.<br />
[x] I like to sing....<badly, albeit, but it is enjoyable><br />
[x] I love my friends.<br />
[x] I love sleeping.<br />
[x] I love to play computer games...<if harry potter and frogger count<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" />><br />
[x] I love to shop...<i'm sorry world, it's true..><br />
[x] I miss someone right now. <br />
[x] Are you sad about something?<br />
[x] I read books for pleasure...<*points to self* bookworm, right here><br />
[x] I sleep a lot during the day.<br />
[] I strongly dislike math.<br />
[x] I think Britney Spears is ugly/stupid <br />
[x] I was born in a country other than the US.<br />
[] I will try anything once...<a><br />
[] I work at a job that I enjoy. <br />
[x] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100 percent safe, free of cost and scar-free...<der...><br />
[] I am currently wearing socks...<i... ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Who I Am.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 23:05:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'll never be <i>that</i> girl...you know the one?<br />
The girl who looks cute, even when she eats?<br />
Or when she laughs?<br />
The girl who walks on air, with grace and elegance?<br />
The kind of girl who wakes up looking like she just went to bed?<br />
The one who looks even more beautiful when she's sleeping?<br />
That girl...you know, the girl of your dreams?<br />
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I'll never be <i>that</i> girl.<br />
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I'm <i>just</i> the girl.<br />
The kind of girl with a ketchup stain on her best dress.<br />
Who snorts when she laughs.<br />
Who is so used to falling, she does it with more grace than most.<br />
Just the girl who wakes up looking like she clawed her way out of a casket...<br />
And sometimes goes to bed looking the same.<br />
I'm the girl who sleeps with her mouth wide open...<br />
That girl, you know the friend?<br />
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I'll never be <i>that</i> girl...<br />
<br />
But I <i>am</i> me.... ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>The Patented Cortney Cure for the Common Cold or o</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 22:25:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay...Melanie's dad wasn't feeling so hot so I decided that if he wasn't feeling better I had to tell him my sure-fire cure for anything...<br />
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 I was going to tell him that the best cure for anything is a glass of whiskey and a melanie hug...chased by a tylenol and a sappy country song to give you enough energy to get off your ass and kick the shit out of the radio...<br />
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Guaranteed to put the pep back in your step and the spring back in your thing...<br />
<br />
I should never be allowed to write advertisments.... ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>the cat came back the very next day...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 20:29:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In this case I am the cat and the very next day is a week...yeah...I don't know, the title seemed like the thing to do at the time, and the moment's yet to pass...so...meowl...ahhh...anyways<br />
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Just got back from a week of camp, which was pretty good all in all...a little stormy, but fun. My hands are so cold right now I can barely type:S...anyways...I have "every rose has its thorn" stuck in my head...ouch, I know...it was on the radio...they played a lot of madonna on the way out from camp...it was ignace, so I'm thinking they're still in the eighties...like how my town thunder bay is ten years behind everyone else, I think that ignace is ten years behind thunder bay...<br />
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Moooving on...nothing really to report...got a new camera because my mum put my other one on the hood of her car, forgot about it, and drove off...so for my birthday I gotted a new one<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> That's another thing, my birthday's coming up in twenty two days...woot woot...I hope everyone can come...anyone who lives within distance of being able to who knows me/who reads this is invited<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />*does the hokey pokey*<br />
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...over and out. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Do it or I'll shank you...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 21:07:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay...so, I was looking through some things, because I  make it a point to regularily visit my friends' pages...and I was looking at one of my bestest buddies'...Miss Vivike AKA Crazy McGee AKA ~<a href="http://hazyxeyes.deviantart.com/">hazyxeyes</a>...and I got really mad...like...super frustrated...at the fact that her stuff is amazing times ten and she has barely any recognition...I dunno, it just kind of bothered me because I think she deserves more from this community that what she's getting... so if any of you love me, or love art, or love animals...or don't want to see a puppy die(Not saying I'd kill one...but if you are against killing puppies...or kitties...or any cute, loving, harmless animal...) you will go check out her page and comment on at least one piece...if you've already commented on stuff, like if you watch her already, leave a message on her message board and revisit her stuff...or else "God" may smite something...maybe..I dunno if he will for sure, but he may...so...just...do it... ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Stoled</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 21:01:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>I stoled this from ~<a href="http://xxrainiedae.deviantart.com/">xxrainiedae</a>...check her out, or else.<br />
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Anyways...'tis amusing.</b><br />
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1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME:<br />
(name of first pet + street you live on)<br />
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Smudge Oliver<br />
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2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME:<br />
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack)<br />
<br />
Lucy Ritz<br />
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3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME:<br />
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant)<br />
<br />
Assist Norma Jean<br />
<br />
. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME:<br />
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied)<br />
<br />
Corky Murillo...ahhh...sweet*shakes head*<br />
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5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME:<br />
(first initial + first three letters of your last name)<br />
<br />
C. Ken<br />
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6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:<br />
(favorite animal + name of high school)<br />
<br />
Cat Dirtgate(inside for all F.W-goers)<br />
<br />
7. YOUR BARFLY NAME:<br />
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink)<br />
<br />
Watermelon Grapejuice...classy.<br />
<br />
<br />
8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:<br />
(middle name + city where you were born)<br />
<br />
Rachelle Thunder Bay<br />
<br />
<br />
9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME:<br />
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name)<br />
<br />
Skittles Noname...I don't think I have a favourite musician<br />
<br />
<br />
10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME:<br />
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you <br />
Ricky Tell<br />
<br />
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11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:<br />
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet's name + first 3 letters of the town you live in)<br />
<br />
Ken ken jin thun ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>SORRY</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2005 23:06:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, I apologise for the overload of posting tonight, but I just had a hankering for some photos, and so then, I decided to post a poem I'd written...it snowballed, I'm a junkie, help fix me...please...anyways...so I decided to post a journal to...erm...yes...end rant! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>*!*FEATURE*!*</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 21:44:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Okay all you hep cats and swingin' chicks, tonight we're gonna rock this joint with a crazazy fella by the name of ~<a href="http://lucky-tweak.deviantart.com/">lucky-tweak</a>! This here little ladies and gents, is my way of showin' off one devious doll per week, and this week the spotlight's on this cat. ~<a href="http://lucky-tweak.deviantart.com/">lucky-tweak</a>' smooth beat on the poetry scene makes him a number one candidate for this week. So let's all give a big round of applause(and page views) to ~<a href="http://lucky-tweak.deviantart.com/">lucky-tweak</a>!</b><br />
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Seriously guys, check him out, you won't be dissapointed...you'll do it if you love me(maybe this would work better if I was a more recognized deviant..but the slang should get some attention<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Guilty Pleasure.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 17:25:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Punked this from ~<a href="http://lucky-tweak.deviantart.com/">lucky-tweak</a> Who punked it from someone else...lol. For those of you who don't know this about me...these quizzes are my guilty pleasure...so...*shrugs*</b><br />
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Have you ever...<br />
(not cigarettes) smoked<br />
(Yessir) drank<br />
(I'm not legal to drive yet...thank god.) crashed a friend's car<br />
(Nosir) stolen a car<br />
(Love is a complicated subject.) been in love<br />
(Yes) been dumped<br />
(No) shoplifted<br />
(It was a just stopping of the going to work-ness) been fired<br />
(Nosir...I'm too much of a lady..kind of.) been in a fist fight<br />
(No) snuck out of your parent's house<br />
(Oh dear...yes) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back<br />
(Nosir, I'm stealth) been arrested<br />
(No.) made out with a stranger<br />
(No) gone on a blind date<br />
(Nothing that wasn't necessary) lied to a friend<br />
(Well...not really...I'd call it more of a slight infatuation) had a crush on a teacher<br />
(Nope, unfortunatley) been to Europe<br />
(Yessir) skipped school<br />
(Almost) seen someone die<br />
(Yessir ) had a crush on one of your friends<br />
(Unfortunatley, no) been overseas<br />
(My Province...yes) been outside your state<br />
(Yessir) been on a plane<br />
(I love that movie) seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show<br />
(No) thrown up in a bar<br />
(Yessir!) purposely set a part of myself on fire<br />
(No...yech) eaten Sushi<br />
(No...I have ZERO balance) been snowboarding<br />
(Uh...let's see...I don't think so...really..no...er...no!(I had to think about that)) met someone in person from the internet<br />
(Not really, no.) been moshing at a concert<br />
(No) been in an abusive relationship<br />
(NNo) taken painkillers<br />
(YYessir) love someone or miss someone right now<br />
(Constantly...best way to pass the time) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by<br />
(Yes...God I miss the snow.) made a snow angel<br />
(Haha...yes...actually, a couple recently.) had a tea party<br />
(Yessir) flown a kite<br />
(Yessir) built a sand castle<br />
(Yes...saturday, actually.) gone puddle jumping<br />
(Yes...last month or so sometime) played dress up<br />
(Yessir) jumped into a pile of leaves<br />
(Yeah...ow...) gone sledding<br />
(Hehe...yes...but...shh) cheated while playing a game<br />
(Obviously) been lonely<br />
(Never quite...I'm paranoid people'll throw things in my mouth...I sleep with my mouth wide open.) fallen asleep at work/school<br />
(Nosir) used a fake ID<br />
(Yessir) watched the sunset<br />
(No) felt an earthquake<br />
(Nosir) touched a snake<br />
(Yeah, at camp...the stars really have to be my best friends) slept beneath the stars<br />
(That would be the constant ) been tickled<br />
(No) been robbed<br />
(Always) been misunderstood<br />
(GOAT) pet a reindeer/goat<br />
(Yeah many a time) won a contest<br />
(Yes...unintentionally...because I'm a country kid. ) run a red light<br />
(Nosir) been suspended from school<br />
(Nosir) been in a car accident<br />
(Nope! Good teeth were the one thing I was graced with!) had braces<br />
(Yeah but, meh) felt like an outcast<br />
(Yeah, over a couple of days...or with Melanie.) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night<br />
(CONSTANTLY...grrr) had deja vu<br />
(Yes and I <i>love</i> it...actually, on Saturday ) danced in the moonlight<br />
(*thumbs up*) hated the way you look<br />
(Technically, yes.) witnessed a crime<br />
(Hehe, yes) pole danced<br />
(Whoever invented those things is an effing genius.) been obsessed with post-it notes<br />
(Oh Gosh yes!) squished barefoot through the mud<br />
(Figurativley and Physically, yes.) been lost<br />
(I live in the middle of my country.) been to the opposite side of the country<br />
(No) swam in the ocean<br />
(Yessir) felt like dying<br />
(Yessir) cried yourself to sleep<br />
(Yeah...but not in the dirty way) played cops and robbers<br />
(Yeah...*smiles* I'm such a kid at heart.) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers<br />
(Yessir!) sung karaoke<br />
(Yeah...those poor, poor people.) paid for a meal with only coins<br />
(Yeah, more than once.) done something you told yourself you wouldn't<br />
(Heh...yeah) made prank phone calls<br />
(Yes! And it happened with cream of mushroom soup.) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose<br />
(Yeah...*smiles wistfully*) caught a snowflake on your tongue<br />
(Yeah, often...and on Saturday) danced in the rain<br />
(Yeah...I still do.) written a letter to Santa Clause<br />
(No, sadly) been kissed under the mistletoe<br />
(No) watched the sunrise with someone you care about<br />
(Yessir!) blown bubbles<br />
(Yeahp) made a bonfire on the beach.<br />
(I don't crash parties...I am the party...*giggles*...kidding...) crashed a party<br />
(Nah.) gone rollerskating<br />
(I guess) had a wish come true<br />
(I WISH!) humped a monkey<br />
(Yeah, I love pearls) worn... ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>NEW-NESS!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2005 17:40:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay...it's been a while since I've  journalled...but it's also been a while  since I've checked out the  deviations...but I'll get around and  comment on everyone's soon! I swear on  my career as a writer! Ah!  Okay...so...I feel sufficiently guilty  for journalling before commenting, but  I have to do this before I forget. For  those of you who have read my newest  deviation "Falling in Love", you may  have noticed talk of a fallen angel  named Adda...I've decided to make it  into a series...let me give you a brief  description of Adda...<br />
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Adda is a fallen angel. She roams the  Earth fulfilling people's dreams to  shatter them...much like hers were  ripped away from her...in lamen's  terms. So...yeah there'll be some more  of that type-ness coming up...<br />
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AHHHHHHH! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Okay..so...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 20:47:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay...so...I hate to be a  fucking(pardon my French) trendwhore,  but I think I give up on DA...I'm not  leaving it, but I've come to feel very  defeated about getting recognition or  anything of the sort...which really  isn't what I was in this for in the  first place, but that's what it's  become...and I hate that. So...I've  become resigned...but I'm not  resigning...just kind of shrinking  away. I'm in angsty emo teen mode so  there's my rant. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2005 20:01:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dang, it feels like I haven't  journalled in forever...maybe I'm  overcoming this addiction!?<br />
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I doubt it...let's face it I have an  addictive personality...which means I  should be shot...in the foot...I gave  myself a pedicure yesterday...my toe  nails are lovely...and blacky...blacky  and lovely...so it;d be a shame to make  them a mess...we shall wait till the  blackness comes off and then we can  shoot me in the foot...I like how I say  it like it'd be a group effort...<br />
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On a totally unrelated basis...I've  started a narrative...yes...a  narrative...Oh how I've missed them  so...*smiles*...er...now I'm going to  check out PoetryBattle...a new  chat...do it too, or else... ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Eureka!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2005 21:55:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Inspiration struck me tonight in the  form of Alex. By struck I mean  literally took a reality glove and beat  me with it. I've been stifling my own  creativity by not expanding my talents  to their fullest, and I figure now I'll  get back into my narratives, and  perhaps attempt more work on my novel  in progress.<br />
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On a further note, I'm at 665 page  views, one away from 666, and I think  that's uber exciting. Woo. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>ASAP!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 21:03:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, guys, I really need you to start  helping me out. I love it when you guys  compliment my stuff, and I'm glad when  you like it...but I really, really need  you to start critiquing me.<br />
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Even if you know someone who'd be  willing to tear me up, it'd be greatly  appreciated. Now, I'm not saying to  just tear me to pieces and not give me  a reason why...but I need to grow as an  artist, and for that I need someone who  will pick my work apart, and then help  me put it back together again. If they  genuinely like something, fine and  dandy, but at the moment I feel my work  is not living up to its full  potential...so please, help me out! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Just call me crazy...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 21:17:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm stuck in a DA rut. It's driving me  crazy...and lately people who I think  lack talent(which I feel horrible for  saying, but dear  lord...people....please....just...a lot  of people...god..)...I mean, art is  something you use to express yourself,  but....other artists' work, including  my own, I feel is being belittled by  these talentless hacks.<br />
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And of late, everyone seems to be  having these opinions. SO I now feel  like a loser...but it must be  said...brargh ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 21:51:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okey...so...basically my past two weeks  have consisted of stress and  drama....mainly because I'm a drama  queen, and.....<br />
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Drama Queen+Stress=Bad.<br />
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So...I know that a fair share of you  live in Thunder Bay, and for those of  you who do, Tentcity is coming up  REALLY soon, it's the newest protest to  save FW. Anyone interested in  participating, contact me for  information...this is UBER important  people, I mean URGENT! DO IT NOW OR I  WILL NO LONGER LOVE YOU AND I WILL  TRACK YOU DOWN AND FEAST ON YOUR SOUL  FOR ALL OF ETERNITY! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Awful Analogy-part I</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 20:18:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today on the way home from band, I got  to thinking...and I've decided I've  come to the conclusion of knowing how  my heart works. This is a terrible  analogy, but it fits...<br />
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My heart works like a really overweight  guy in a too tight button up shirt.<br />
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My heart, filled to bursting, unable to  contain overwhelming emotions,  feelings, and such...can only hold so  much until it bursts. Much like the  overweight man in the shirt, it's only  so long until a button flies  off...which leaves everything exposed  and free to spill out in an  uncontrollable wave of emotions(in  realtions to the heart...)<br />
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Then comes the healing....often the  part that hurts most of all...like the  button eventually being sewn back onto  the shirt, my heart is eventually  mended...though each time that stupid  needle goes through it leaves me with a  new scar.<br />
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However, each time my heart must be  mended, much like that poor shirt, it  becomes more undesirable, more  makeshift, and so much more suceptable  to new damage which is inevitable. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Urhm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2005 22:19:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Uarhghm...so...posting two poems  tonight...excitement to the max, I  know. My feeble attempt at fixed  poetry...(what new and foreign  land!)...and, something else...which  kind of relates to a few of my closer  friends...woot poetry.<br />
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I feel all grown up, I'm participating  in my first chat...woot.  And..er...that's about it.<br />
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OH! And happy Easter everybody, I hope  that all of your Easter dreams come  true...*smiles and hugs for all of the  fellow bunny lovers*. I don't so much  love easter...at all...so much as I  love bunny rabbits. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Argh!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 23:16:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okey...so...I'm trying to develop that  last journal into a poem...but I've  come to the not-so-startling  realization that I'm a one-talent hack.  I can't do fixed poetry, I can't, I  can't, I can't! Maybe it's because I'm  prejudiced towards fixed poetry, but I  just...I can't write it, and I've dug  myself into a talentless hole!<br />
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I'm stuck...grargh! ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>How we love that lack-lustre smile...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 21:07:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ We're all a little broken, and we're  all a little sad.<br />
We're all a little crazy, but just  don't tell mom and dad.<br />
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That was random...but it was a thought. ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>I need rehab.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2005 21:21:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm addicted to orange juice...I love  it intensley.<br />
<br />
I also need need rehab for things like:<br />
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*Sadness<br />
*Bitterness<br />
*Lonliness<br />
*Cocaine<br />
*The word "ciao"<br />
*The phrase "you make my heart smile"<br />
*Having a soul...that needs to be taken  care of<br />
*Wal-Mart sex with Viv.<br />
<br />
Erm...those among other things...I'm a  mess...<br />
<br />
(Er...scratch cocaine...) ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>Straight Up.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2005 21:50:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Erm, so, yeah...I'm beat...but not  tired. Uhrm...yeah...I just spent like  20 minutes trying to find lyrics to a  Paula Abdul song that I heard which has  been draining my brain since Saturday.<br />
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Actually, for a crazy 80's song it's  quite wise and profound...well,  actually not really...but it is quite  catchy...<br />
<br />
The chorus goes as follows: <br />
Straight up now tell me <br />
Do you really want to love me forever  oh oh oh <br />
Or am I caught in a hit and run <br />
<br />
Straight up now tell me <br />
Is it gonna be you and me together oh  oh oh <br />
Are you just having fun <br />
<br />
I like the message this song conveys,  and really, if you want to listen to  some 80's fun and whatnot, it's a good  song...I can't believe I'm selling  Paula Abdul...what has come over me?<br />
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And, on another note, I love y'all...I  don't know...I've been in a really  lovey mood of late, well, not lovey so  much as the type of "I'm afraid I'm  going to die tomorrow so get it in now"  mood...dunno why, but...meh ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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                <title>I'm addicted</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 22:36:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've become addicted to journalling..by  this point I think it's safe for you to  just delete them all...they've become  mindless dribble.<br />
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However, upon browsing the lovely DA  community, I had a thought...one which  made me kind of sad on the inside.<br />
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I see a lot of stuff favourited,  actually, even I favourite a lot of  stuff...that seems to be splendid work,  absolutley lovely...then I realised  they all have one thing in common. A  pretty girl.<br />
<br />
It's sad how really all you need is a  beautiful model and anything is  considered art, and actually it makes  me quite sad how some people who  actually put thought into photography  or poetry or prose, or what have you,  are often overlooked because the beauty  is more complex than just a pretty  face...mind, isn't that the way with  most things in life? ]]></description>
                <author>~superstitious13</author>
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