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  <title>sucker love is heaven sent</title>
  <subtitle>pucker up i'm passion spent</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Christine™</name>
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  <updated>2007-09-19T01:51:21Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckbear:56041</id>
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    <title>I LOVE IT</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T01:51:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T01:51:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soulja Boy - Crank Dat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I almost forgot I got this video at the Army v. URI game! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckbear:55603</id>
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    <title>Hooah!</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T01:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T01:41:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Matt &amp; Kim - "Yea Yeah"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Seven months since my last post. Here goes nothing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in NYC is awesome. I'm loving it. School is going well, though its really only been two and a half weeks. But whatever. Classes are good. I'm taking English, Math, UNV 101 (mandatory &amp; lame), Psychology, Computing, and Macroeconomics. My English professor is young and on the dorky side, but cool. My math professor doesn't speak English very well, but its fine, I'm good at Math. UNV 101 is just lame in general, and the professor is...Chinese, I believe? He seems silly, at best. Its a real waste of time, if you ask me. I honestly can't stand my Psych class, the professor doesn't nearly measure up to Q and last years class, which is highly disappointing. I hated Computing the first class, but after the second class yesterday I'm not minding it at all. And Macroeconomics is really interesting and the Professor is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is I've got Fridays off. I have a sick schedule, my busiest day is Monday, but its not even that busy compared to most kids here. I've got English and Math twice a week, and everything else once a week. Not bad at all. (Except that Psych and Macro are almost 3 hours long, but so far we've been let out early.) Yeah, that's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on an all girls floor because I got into housing off the waitlist (long story, complicated, frustrating, dumb) but at least I'm here. My roommate is cool, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was two weeks ago, my first day of classes. It was weird not being with everybody (family, Bri, most friends, etc.) but Taylor brought me out to a show (what a nice guy.) Saw.. Against Me! And Matt &amp; Kim. Yay =D Other than that, it was just another day, but now I'm considered a different number. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good news! Brian and I are wonderful. Its been almost .. 17 months (will be on 3 Oct.) He really is amazing. Him being at USMA is amazing, too. Its not nearly as hard to deal with as we had both thought in the beginning. Turns out its relatively easy for me to get there from here, too, which is a major plus. The post is beautiful, I've seen a lot of it. I just surprised him this past weekend. =D Who would have thought surprising someone at West Point was possible?! Well - it is!! One of his roommates helped me out, which was super nice of him. So I took a bus down there and surprised him with my presence! And with dinner, ice cream, a hotel room, and breakfast the next day! And some wonderful quality time. It really was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm taking a train over there (its cheaper than the bus - but I took the bus so I could get there earlier..the train station that is closest is on the other side of the Hudson River and then I'd have to take the ferry across right onto post at the South Dock, but the ferry doesn't start running until noon. And come October's end, it stops running, so it'll be back to the semi-expensive bus. Hmm. So anyways, yeah. Taking the train there this Friday, early afternoon. His parents got us a place on a chartered bus (organized by the West Point Parents Club) to take us home this weekend for the Army v. BC football game. So we get to spend the weekend together at home this time. =) Not bad, not bad. But I have to keep in mind its not going to be an every weekend thing, we've just been very lucky. We saw each other for Acceptance Day weekend, then two weeks later for Labor Day weekend, then the next weekend for the Army v. URI home game, then this past weekend because I surprised him, and now next weekend. Heh. Yeah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm feeling a little under the weather. My roommate got me sick. So I'm determined to get better before the weekend. Only 3 classes total the rest of the week, 1 tomorrow, 2 Thursday, so it shouldn't be too hard. Going to relax and watch a movie, then probably get some sleep. Though I napped earlier today (I had a fever at the time.) But yeah. So - I'm hoping to keep this up again. It'll be nice to remember this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x</content>
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    <title>luckbear @ 2007-02-22T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T05:50:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T05:50:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Been keeping very busy :o) That's definitely a good thing. I've been at Brian's since Saturday after the second day of States was finished. Been a good week thus far. All States this weekend. Then New Englands. Then its over. Its been fun, though, most definitely. Didn't miss a single meet! :] Wicked excited about that bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is too new. Well, there is, but thats all I'm choosing to include here, and now. Everybody call me!</content>
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    <title>ha ha ha</title>
    <published>2006-12-15T01:44:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T01:44:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Death Cab for Cutie - "A Lack of Color"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Apparently when I was 4 1/2 I didn't want to get married, but I wanted 14 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going through all my old stuff from way long ago that I don't remember. Some of it makes me sad, some of it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really gets me is that I'm finding BOXES AND BOXES of stuff that was Alyson's and Andrew's...but so far I've uncovered only one box of Christine stuff! =[ My mom hates me! Not really. I know there is more, I've gone through it before, but I'm sure there isn't nearly as much. The only problem is I'm having trouble finding it, and my mom is no help as she's, like, dead asleep. And everytime I'm like "hey mom - where would stuff be?" she's like "i separated it into boxes by child" and that's it. I searched my small closet space and found 6 boxes of Alyson &amp; Andrew, the hall had 2 boxes of Alyson and 1 of mine, and I searched her room and found nothing. I'm going to go on another search, and hopefully find some of my better, more memorable stuff. Like my horribly violent murder stories I wrote when I was little. Actually, I did find one thing. It's pretty funny. But I don't understand it in the slightest. &lt;br /&gt;It reads (and i type exactly as it reads):&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement! (news paper article)&lt;br /&gt;This 13 year old tricks the jailer into escaping! This 13 year is sent to jail for tricking the jailer/prisoner. The kid goes to jail. This kid goes to court where he is put on trial. He is proud, his parents aren't. We beleive everyone should have the right to life, liberty ,and propert , and Natural rights. The kid is sentenced to 20 years in jail. The kid said he didn't do it,but he did! The policeman who watches the people whom are in cells and said if he did escape he would be sent to the electric chair. Please donate 10 dollars to keep the electric chair. Please donate 20 to get rid of the electric chair. Please donate 5 dollars to get a different idea to kill people who deserve it. We are happy for your support. Thankyou The Jailers/Prisoners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; The comments from my teacher. "Chrissy, excellent job - but it seems a little violent and gruesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I thought we should come up with a better way to kill people (after all, it was only a 5 dollar donation to do that) and I really wanted to keep the electric chair. It was a whole 10 dollars more to get rid of it. That is what I gather. Not my best violence piece, but funny. I don't remember this one as well as I remember the others. I was 9 when I wrote that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...back to searching.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckbear:54321</id>
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    <title>we're at a half, but we are whole. (completion)</title>
    <published>2006-12-03T23:23:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-03T23:23:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It has been six months, today, and I am the happiest with that boy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Borat (finally!) with him last night. Excellent. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wrestling season has begun. The first week is over. (Now, how many more to go..?) It is going to be a hard three months to deal with, but I know I can do it, and I know I want to. I just miss him all the time. But when I see him its like I forget everything, and we're just - happy. I &lt;strike&gt;hope he does well&lt;/strike&gt; know he'll do well. I'll be cheering him on all the time, and there to support him as often as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need something to do with my time. I want to get another job, and I know I need to, but I'm having a hard time finding one. Furthermore, I want to be able to get my school work done...and its not easy (at all) to do both. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a new car. Badly. Stupid not-good car. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really don't feel like writing anything else. Besides, my sister is stopping by tonight - which would be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Bri. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;youknow..&lt;br /&gt;There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I can sing, but I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come its so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing it's &lt;b&gt;always better when we're together&lt;/b&gt;.</content>
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    <title>but I'll shout out my love to the stars</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T03:05:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-21T03:05:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Decemberists - "O Valencia"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its been awhile, old friend, since i've written.&lt;br /&gt;i've got loads to tell you, but nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;time well spent, pockets and wallet empty, but heart full.&lt;br /&gt;still on the search, still on the go.&lt;br /&gt;words to write with a lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;the leaves aren't the only things changing this season.&lt;br /&gt;but our hearts remain in time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear to the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn this whole city down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;the end.</content>
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    <title>we are blessed and complete.</title>
    <published>2006-10-31T02:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-31T02:30:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As the leaves fall from the trees and rattle dryly through the streets, she weeps. Yet there have been no better days than now and love has broken the surface. The glass intact and the locks still tight, her heart beats on for him.</content>
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    <title>buried in stress</title>
    <published>2006-10-25T19:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-25T19:17:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last Thursday I gave my official two weeks notice. Yeah, that is correct, guys. I'm quitting Dunkin Donuts. Don't ever work there. Ever. Ever. Ever. However, I may end up contradicting myself with that statement. I might end up at another Dunkin Donuts store, if nothing better comes along soon enough. So today, tomorrow, and Wednesday and Thursday of next week are my last four days. Something funny? I called out today. With very good reason, though. I have six papers to write (two for Psychology, two for World Studies, and two for English), three tests to study for (Psychology tomorrow, Math and Business and Personal Law on Friday), and a list of ninety-eight vocab words to define and type up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone having any halloween parties? Bri and I are going to (hopefully) go to my brother's on Friday, but we're definitely looking for more, too. Let me know somehow; here, AIM, myspace, text/call, you know - something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I don't have too much of an update for right now. I'm going to dive into my enormous workload, only to emerge later when its time for bed, I'm assuming. Hopefully earlier rather than later considering I need to be at school by 7:00 a.m. tomorrow instead of 8:00 a.m. in order to utilize the full two hours allowed for the Psych test. Yikes. I better just stop typing this now. -</content>
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    <title>luckbear @ 2006-10-17T21:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-17T21:20:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-17T21:20:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm quitting my job. Anyone know anywhere good to apply? Problem is I'm looking for NOT weekends. I'm actually looking for Monday, Wednesday, and Thursdays. Yup. Sucks, huh? I'm not gonna have much luck with that one. But oh well. So anyone with ideas, let me know. 'Cause I can't quit until I get another job. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm singing at the coffee house tomorrow night. And I'm way nervous. Go. Don't go. I don't know. But I'm throwing it out there. Lynnfield High at 7:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATAZ</content>
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    <title>love is watching someone die</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T09:27:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T09:27:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This weekend, though good, was the bearer of bad news. Because this is a public entry I'm going to keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;rip josh 10/07/06 you're in our hearts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in disbelief.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>aye sir...</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T19:06:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T19:06:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;today marks four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;heres to many more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being cheesy sometimes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. new pictures up on myspace (3) and a new picture in my about me section. and the section itself has been edited. go check it out.</content>
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    <title>How to Live [for] Nothing : [How to Make Life Meaningless]</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T05:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T05:38:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do You Believe in Magic?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">These last three days: Sneaking and not paying, seeing my muchly-missed brother, and some more sneaking and adrenaline, and a visit from the sister! Needless to say I ended up having a good weekend. No school tomorrow - a day off much appreciated. I think I need to just go and do my own thing, and of course I'll be seeing Bri. Meeting him around 5:00. =) That boy makes me the happiest. Tuesday is four. That's pretty exciting, I must admit. I have big plans already forming for that November day. Oh, but before that, Halloween. Anyone having a party they'd like to extend an invite to? We're looking for somewhere to go all dressed up. :P However, I must end this entry and return to the television I so sorely did not miss to watch the second half of the second show that had its (whatever number they are on) season premiere. God how I hate the vicious cycle of addiction to these less-than-great series that only end up making me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest word for the best description of how I'm feeling. Livejournal and its mood options are the best. =) Ha ha.</content>
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    <title>begin.</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T01:49:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T01:49:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SET THE CLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;its a cryptic waltz into time travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't leave me here - i forgot the steps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep time and balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm flailing  wildly and slipping in my vomit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars are unusually bright this evening...</content>
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    <title>luckbear @ 2006-09-11T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T01:00:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T01:45:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Morris Brown" - Outkast</lj:music>
    <content type="html">unexpected visits are one of the best things ever. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my brother :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him a lot. home doesn't feel like home anymore. its empty and uninviting. i don't look forward to coming home anymore, and when i'm here all i feel like doing is sleeping. :(</content>
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    <title>luckbear @ 2006-09-11T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T05:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T05:46:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">quarter to two rolls around and my head won't hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaves on the trees better be the only things changing this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;no end to june 3rd</content>
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    <title>my birthday!</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T04:12:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T04:12:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have the most amazing boyfriend ever. He made me birthday out-of-this-world-amazing. I love Brian Story. :D</content>
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    <title>luckbear @ 2006-09-03T13:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T17:54:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T17:54:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>That Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i love bedtime with brian, its my favorite! even if it is at 4:15 in the morning when i have to work at 9. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>its all the rage</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T01:44:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T01:44:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hot tubs &amp; toolsheds - straylight run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've been thinking lately (again) about the how it seems like it is popular in the world today to have a psychological disorder. Why is that? And it seems like its mainly in the United States. Why is the U.S. teeming with kids whining about how they have depression, OCD, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, ADD, ADHD, etc? I heard someone put it cleverly this afternoon. It went something like this: "This country to the ADD/ADHD capital of the world. There are more kids on ritalin and other like drugs here than anywhere else in the world." So I say, its not fun or cool to have a psychological disorder. Yet people love to say that they have one. Do you they want the attention? Is every damn kid in this world turning into an attention whore? Are all kids becoming pathological liars? What is is? It seems like everyone I talk to is claiming they have something wrong. And it sounds like a lot of self-diagnosed adolescents. It is as if one kid decides he or she has it, it starts a chain reaction. It is a wrong self-diagnosis epidemic that is engulfing this generation! If you read about a disorder, and decide you have it, you probably don't. A lot of "symptoms" are common among all people (especially adolescents). Teenage angst is not a valid symptom of a disorder. However, perhaps teenage angst should become its own disorder, ha ha. I'm completely joking. I just wish kids would shut up and stop whining. I don't know what else to say. I kind of lost my train of thought. Damn. It was good, too. Oh well. Point made: Dear dumb kids, stop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Your very overtired Christine</content>
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    <title>iloveyoubrian</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T02:30:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So basically ten minutes ago when I decided to update this thing I had a lot more to say. Now its just sort of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started school today. Senior year. Gonna be a truckload of work. But oh well. Summer is over and that means cutting down my Brian time. :(&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it'll make us appreciate together-time more.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still going to miss it. I mean, tonight is the first night in like, seriously, a month that he's not with me to go to bed. :( He even slept here last night with me and brought me to school in the morning. I can't remember the last night that he wasn't with me for bedtime. :( But we already talked about this. School time means business. We're both going to be busy with schoolwork and he'll be busy with his sports, especially come wrestling, and its going to be a big change. But it'll be okay, and we're going to last. :D I want him to do well and I want to do well, myself. So things will work out. It'll just take some getting used to. This summer was amazing. This year is going to be amazing. HE is amazing. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I have some homework to do. And a call to wait forrrr. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know why I update this thing.</content>
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    <title>the best part of summer '06? meeting him :D</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T06:21:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T02:30:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"I Will Follow You Into The Dark" - Deathcab For Cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">brian: yesss it feels good to be your boyfriend</content>
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    <title>i'll never call you wooby.</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T21:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T21:23:16Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So today Bri and I were at the Thai place and we definitely just sat there listening to two 40-something-year-old [really gross] women talk about their relationship and sex lives. It was too funny. And gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want the friendship AND the sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. everybody get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/gorilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see snakes on a plane if you haven't yet!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>That's it! I've had it with these mother fuckin snakes on this mother fuckin plane!</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T19:19:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T19:19:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Snakes on a Plane" - Cobra Starship</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SNAKES ON A PLANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw it last night. chyeah. go see it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and invite me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>luckbear @ 2006-08-08T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-09T03:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-09T03:59:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disreguard last 3 posts if you can see all 3. or last two if you aren't on my friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant happy faces are in styleeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>luckbear @ 2006-08-07T14:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T19:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T19:02:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah so she took the caption "a piece of memory on chain" followed by his picture down. yeah that's right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so im going to bri's. and hopefull getting summer work done. b/c we're weird like that and i have a ton to do. LATER GATORS.</content>
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    <published>2006-08-07T05:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T05:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">um so about her meeting my boyfriend for ONE day and like begging him for a picture and then doing this with it.&lt;br /&gt;she's gross.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;give her shit.&lt;br /&gt;if i lived in FLA i'd punch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/usmcjrotc4life"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/usmcjrotc4life"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/usmcjrotc4life"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/usmcjrotc4life"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/usmcjrotc4life"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/usmcjrotc4life"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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