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  <title>A Little Poetry After Supper</title>
  <subtitle>Elizabeth Jane</subtitle>
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    <name>Elizabeth Jane</name>
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  <updated>2004-06-30T07:41:06Z</updated>
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    <title>New Journal</title>
    <published>2004-06-30T07:41:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-30T07:41:06Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:105436</id>
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    <title>"[Insert Random Phrase Here] Topless!" - John and Jason</title>
    <published>2004-06-26T05:33:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-26T05:33:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow.  I have the best life in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must say I have the best boyfriend in the world.  Who I love very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for sleepovers...&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:105052</id>
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    <title>Stolen from two VERY hot women (both who I'd like to see clad in lunchbags)</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T07:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-25T07:20:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:104743</id>
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    <title>Tidbits</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T06:54:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-25T06:54:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- Vocab Word of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;"Niggeracchi" n. 1. One who is of both African-American and Hispanic descent.  2.  Offensive word that Arnessa screams in the middle of Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never.  Ever.  EVER.  Put an eating disordered individual in a fat suit.  It causes bad things to happen.  Lots of tears.  Lots of frustration.  Lots of supression. That's all I'll say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  When an 18-year-old billionare goes into rehabilitation for an eating disorder, go and support her and her fraternal twin in their god awful but damn sexy movie.  She'll need money for sushi when she gets out of treatment.  It's the good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching MK&amp;A movies suddenly makes you kiss ten times better.  Why?  Don't question it.  Just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Storybook needs to do both "Peter Pan" and "101 Dalmations" instead of these darker shows that go over the heads of their audience of three-year-olds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lyndsae is the best.  We need to find "I LOVE NY" shirts as well as red shorts and skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What I'd give to kiss Ashley Olsen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What I'd give to have Jason here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sylvia makes my blood boil.  Seriously.  You could drain me of blood and boil mac and cheese in it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give it up, Arnessa.  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can't WAIT for tomorrow.  Have no idea what I'll wear.  Must get new glasses, as mine broke.  Sigh.</content>
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    <title>Cancellation (anger, anger, anger and tears)</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T05:31:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-23T05:31:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lily, Jaq, and Jason.  Can we move our play day to Friday?  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.  I'm sitting here crying because my mom just told me I have a shrink appointment AND a job interview tomorrow on top of my rehearsals.  Is that okay?  Friday okay with you both?  PLEASE say it is.</content>
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    <title>So let go, go, go of the past now!</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T06:18:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T06:18:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aw man.  My fingers are blistered from snapping so much in today's "Welcome to the Sixties" rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David makes a beautiful drag queen, though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:104062</id>
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    <title>Who knew knighthood would suck ass?</title>
    <published>2004-06-21T20:17:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-21T20:17:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need voice lessons.  Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I've been singing wrong.  WAY wrong.  I'm surprised that my voice isn't completely shot for my yelling with vibrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I get 4-weeks of free lessons by being in Broadway Bounds.  Otherwise, I'd be screwed for life.</content>
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    <title>And my world CRUMBLES!</title>
    <published>2004-06-21T08:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-21T08:46:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was watching ET on VH1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey from Nsync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he had to go and star in "RENT" and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he RUINS my "Little Shop of Horrors," my favorite musical.  Yes.  He's starring in "Little Shop" and therefore someone really needs to assasinate him because that's a big no-no in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THAT!</content>
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    <title>deityoftheducks @ 2004-06-20T11:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T19:00:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T19:00:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="ffcc33" border="1" bordercolor="ffffff" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;my style of love is:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans" size="8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;Love begins as friendship and has little drama.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/lovetype.shtml"&gt;what's your style of love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;mewing.net. where love goes to die.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't changed.  &lt;br /&gt;I've changed in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, however, haven't changed at all.  We all see right through that.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:103277</id>
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    <title>"Touch the spindle!  Touch it I say!"</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T07:18:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T07:18:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is for Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Broadway Bound, Lily.  In Broadway Bound.  Nick is doing "Dentist" and I am a Ronnette and I dedicate this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>deityoftheducks @ 2004-06-18T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-19T06:50:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-19T06:50:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOC!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:102657</id>
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    <title>Whether polka-dotted, striped, or even checked.</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T16:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T16:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so excited for Broadway Bound.  I can't even SAY how excited I am.  I'm downloading all the songs I know are in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I get to sing these AWESOME AMAZING songs.  I can't believe I get to be sexy in a show.  I don't think I've ever been really sexy in a show before.  But I have two sexy songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better than my songs, I get to backup some other great songs.  Oh my GOD!  I'm so psyched.  The cast is so great.  It's going to be so much fun.  Jesus Jesus Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what songs Nick is singing since they found out Tevye just talks in "Tradtion" rather than singing.  Whee!  Whee whee whee!  Gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while trying to save a kitten trapped behind a bunch of headboards, I was impaled by a spindle in a not-so-happy place to be impaled.  Well it COULD be a happy place to be impaled, but certainly not by a spindle.  Ow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:102580</id>
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    <title>Why Today Was Good:</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T05:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T05:35:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- My teeth are super-de-duper clean.&lt;br /&gt;- Jason watched ER with me.&lt;br /&gt;- Jason became sick with me.&lt;br /&gt;- I got a good amount of dorm room bed and bath stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- I got a new book of random.&lt;br /&gt;- I got a new planner.&lt;br /&gt;- I got gel pens.&lt;br /&gt;- I GOT "MY STRONGEST SUIT!"&lt;br /&gt;- I get to be a Swedish ho.&lt;br /&gt;- I saved a kitten.  It was in a nasty situation.  I saved it.</content>
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    <title>deityoftheducks @ 2004-06-17T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T22:57:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T22:57:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" height="257" bgcolor="000000" border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;What kind of disease &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elizabeth Jane:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Elizabeth Jane is caused by bad television.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://mushoo.net/redgifs/lambchop.gif" width="141" height="106"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elizabeth Jane compels infectee to keep Bjork playing at all times, out of fear of 'head splodey.'&lt;br&gt;The only known cure for Elizabeth Jane is to pay for everything in pennies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.mushoo.net/disease.php" method="GET"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Name?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="name"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="Search"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Look!  Look at my pants!"</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T06:16:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T06:16:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few moments ago, I felt so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, suddenly, I feel like I'm going to sob.  And be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Snapie.</content>
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    <title>deityoftheducks @ 2004-06-15T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-16T06:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-16T06:56:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Break-Up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:101615</id>
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    <title>deityoftheducks @ 2004-06-15T08:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T15:11:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T15:11:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Are Rice Krispie Treats just another phenomenon that failed to thrive after the the millenium shift?</content>
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    <title>deityoftheducks @ 2004-06-14T23:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T06:05:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T06:05:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/taurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your True Sign Is Taurus&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possessive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Indulgent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy and Generous&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined and Deliberate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover Of All Things Luxurous&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort Seeking and Comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/truesignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your True Zodiac Sign? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Waterproof Protection</title>
    <published>2004-06-13T21:35:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-13T21:35:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm applying sunblock.  I'm going to ride my bike to the pool and swim.  I'm taking a break from this hellpit purge.  It's seriously awful!  My floor has minimal carpet showing.  So I'm taking a break, heading to the pool, reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who attended my non-party party last night.  Sorry if it bored you a bit.  I had fun.  Thanks a bundle for coming.</content>
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    <title>One more thing.</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T12:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T12:22:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;Your speech kicked ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Mechanical bulls are much harder to ride than they look.</content>
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    <title>"In the immortal words of Donkey..."</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T12:20:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T12:20:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow.  Tonight has been one amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Chris arrived around four.  I fear I was a horrible hostess, as I spent most of the time in the bathroom getting my hair curled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduation itself wasn't NEARLY as bad as I expected.  It seems shorter when you're actually graduating.  I pity those poor Sylvanites sitting on the sidelines.  I once felt their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, I GRADUATED!  No more of this high school bullshit!  It's all over.  Though I must say, all the drama was GONE at Grad Night.  Jimmy did kick my ass in the Iron Man challenge.  But I talked to people who I'd never talked to before over bingo.  We cursed and screamed and had a jolly good time.  And though I started off not-so-lucky (damn those slot machines!), I left the school feeling like the luckiest girl in the world!  Why?  Well, let us examine my prize inventory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Door Prize: Really Big Pillow. (That's what it says on the bag.  And yes.  It is a really big pillow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pirates of the Caribbean Dog.  (You know.  The dog with the keys in its mouth.  It's the CUTEST stuffed animal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two candles in a prettiful pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Straw Yoga Mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed bunny-rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More beads than you could dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pretty lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Karaoke Tapes. (One of Tiffany and I doing "I Dreamed a Dream" and one of me singing "Cabaret" at 2 AM.  Something no one should ever do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 15-Speed Bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- $150 Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got other stuff, as well, though nothing pops in my mind.  That's probably because it's past 5 AM.  I'm not nearly as tired as I thought I would be.  I've had such a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Lord, though.  Grad Night was decorated so cool.  I loved the girls' bathroom, even though it smelled like weed.  Nice.  And I steered clear of the casino.  I've come to the conclusion that I hate gambling.  Damn that gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo was my favorite game of the night.  I enjoyed that so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a glorious day and tomorrow shall be equally as glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a digital camera.  And a little owl.  YAY!</content>
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    <title>"Then I will say 'okay' and you'll sit down." - Ms. Newland</title>
    <published>2004-06-11T22:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-11T22:11:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Graduation rehearsal was a bore, but that was expected.  I'm very grateful to be sitting beside Jamie Fortier, because otherwise I'd be bored as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a little excited about Grad Night tonight.  The fact that I'm graduating hasn't hit me yet.  I started cleaning out my closet today.  It's been a chore.  Sorting through scripts and unread motivational books (from my parents) and photographs of people I don't know.  I found my tassel from my Notre Dame graduation.  It amused me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is all flushed.  Hm.  Chow mein for dinner.  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything else to say.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:99706</id>
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    <title>This just in...</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T19:34:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T19:34:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- I'm done with school!  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nick Musleh and Erin Cookston are dating and have been for several weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I knew you were a closeted gay, but good God!  You should know better than to be kissing THAT boy, child!  Did you think people wouldn't hear about it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Again, I'm done with school!  Hooray!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:deityoftheducks:99359</id>
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    <title>Heh.</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T07:39:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T07:39:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And the purging continues on my LJ friend page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm becoming a bit to cleansing-giddy.  Perhaps not.  My mood seems somewhat unblemished despite all this chaos around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day more.  Another day another destiny...&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to BELT that shit tomorrow morning when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geee!</content>
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    <title>"Liz, I figured out why Kay is afraid of the owl.  They had a previous sexual encounter." - Adam</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T07:14:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T07:14:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Heh.  I'm in need of a good emotional, social, and environmental purge.  I've been craving this cleansing for the longest time, and it seems to be occuring naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did a purge of all my AOL favorites.  I organized all of my old, abandoned LJs and DDs for easy navigation.  Jason graciously led me to my Xanga account.  I also found a LJ account I didn't even know existed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to this annual purge every year.  I bring a garbage bag upstairs and just dump all the notes and papers and tests from the year into it.  This year's summer cleaning will be especially refreshing.  Today is my last day of high school.  My last day of class is tomorrow.  No more climbing through that disgusting staircase/tunnel in the front of the school.  No more carefully avoiding Mike while speeding off campus for a quick lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years have really sped by so fast.  I've made some good friends.  I've lost some good friends.  I hate some once-good friends.  They've taught me a lesson, but still, I look forward to throwing them into the bag below the "Lord of the Flies" chapter notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir room will always be my home-away from home-away from home.  A little thing like a diploma isn't going to change that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.  Friday is that big day where I can finally get that clean slate I've been striving for through the past four years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oregon.  The ultimate clean slate.</content>
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