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  <title>we'll all float on alright</title>
  <subtitle>s u s i e</subtitle>
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    <name>s u s i e</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-14T04:13:24Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:98803</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-03-13T13:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-13T18:40:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-14T04:13:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">rest in peace uncle chet&lt;br /&gt;you're in a better place. enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/13/2006</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:97819</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-14T19:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T00:03:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-15T00:03:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so it's our third valentines day together&lt;br /&gt;and our first valentines day apart &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:97730</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-08T17:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-08T22:34:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T22:34:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there seems to be a lull in the applications in the admissions office. i'm at work, have been for only 22 minutes which is starting to feel like 22 hours as the fax machine beeps, yearning for someone to put more paper in it. i refuse. last time, i nearly lost my hand. other than the screaming fax machine, there isn't any work to be done...just yet, which forces me to sit here and wait for something to do. better than doing work, but it would be better to be out of here entirely. &lt;br /&gt;today i did not accomplish much. i had one class from 9:30-10:45, and got assigned my freshman year research project, and now i just need to think of a topic, tied to my major, that will entertain me for 15 pages. after class, i went to lunch with the girls, then passed out in my bed where i proceeded to have the most awkward dream involving jeff litchman and lots of pairs of pajamas for a birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;charlie is coming to poughkeepsie on friday, and i do not have enough words to express how estatic i am about this. updates to follow.&lt;br /&gt;i just have one class tomorrow morning at eight am, then i have to do two weeks worth of laundry. i have a history paper to write,and  some computers you've got to be kidding me assignment. i need some motivation if i want to make it through thursday and friday. friday i have three classes, all ending by 3:15, and charlie arrives in at 3:30. friday's are generally long enough, and i'm sure that the fact that charlie is venturing nearer will not make it go by any speedier. four class 'til the weekend. yip.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.</content>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-08T14:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-08T19:39:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T19:40:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i saw a boy wearing the typical charlie hat. and i smiled so much, and then i almost cried.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:97186</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-07T22:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-08T03:51:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T03:52:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tuesdays kick my butt. three classes which are spaced so inconvienently throughout the day that there is no time to accomplish anything. computers "you've got to be kidding me class" is always a nice start to the day at nine thirty, sitting next to some defenseman on the football team who is literally three times my size in hieght and weight. not only that, but the first day of class, he notices that i'm a lefty and says, "oh. a lefty. lefties are special." i couldn't help but laugh right in his face, hysterically. that is when he admitted, "...that was a really bad one liner wasn't it?" i gave him a "..yeeeeah." and turned back to my computer. needless to say, since that day our friendship is growning, as odd as it may seem. later he asked me how to spell diego. as in san diego. then preceeded to warn me that he might smell, as he was just coming from working out at the gym. interestingly enough, he provides entertainment, or atleast some form, at nine thirty in the morning. professor kathy larson just doesn't do it. in spanish today, professora taught us all how to find our latino selves and break it down. yes, we danced. we swung those hips and clapped our hands. needless to say, roberto provided much entertainment, can't wait to partner salsa dance with that fine piece of man. updates on roberto teaching susie how to be/dance/speak/look spanish to follow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:96791</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-06T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T00:12:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T00:13:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm at work, hacking into their computer systems because doing this is better than filing applications for 5,000 students, more than half which will never be accepted. mark my words, if you didn't like the college admissions process when you went through it, more than likely, you're not going to like working in an admissions office. "good evening, this is susie, student assistant speaking, how may i help you?" honestly, couldn't we shorten that greeting. no one honestly cares who i am, or what i am, all they want to know is if their application is complete, or their SAT's score were received. all of which i personally don't care about. &lt;br /&gt;i talked to my mother on the phone five times today. homesick? naah.</content>
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    <title>no 8am class for me</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T14:42:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T14:42:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i almost passed out cold on my dormroom floor this morning.&lt;br /&gt;that was fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:96444</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-04T19:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T00:40:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T00:41:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">reality just came crashing through the window.&lt;br /&gt;and i realize, i'm a big mistake.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:96076</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-02-04T18:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-04T23:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-04T23:29:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is becoming friend's only real soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:95823</id>
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    <title>i &amp;lt;3 ny?</title>
    <published>2006-02-03T02:49:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-03T02:51:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lately, i feel so far from home and so far from familiarity. this place feels nothing like how i remember the first semester. initially, i adjusted so easily and did not care about what i had left behind.  but this semester has been alittle harder, even though i still love marist, i find that more and more i miss my life back home. there is absolutely nothing wrong with school, infact, i could not be happier with this aspect. but it seems that i can't find it within myself to accept that high school is over, and it's time for me to move away from my parents. there are days when i'm on the verge of  tears, or i am in tears, and i don't even know why. &lt;br /&gt;lately there have been alot of issues here that i've had to deal with, and taking on someone elses problems on top of my own certainly does not make things easier. somedays, i wish i could be like everyone else and just tell people i have a problem with being away from home, but i don't want people to feel sorry for me. so i don't say anything. i hate pretending i'm something that i'm not, but right now, that seems to be the only option.&lt;br /&gt;things will inevitably get better. i just have to let them. i asked my mom to come visit me during her february vacation from school, but she pretty much told me that she didn't want to drive all the way out to new york as part of her vacation time. i didn't dare tell her anything of this, or how i feel, because i know how she would react, and it wouldn't be good. while it would get her out here, it would be for all the wrong reasons, and i can get along with her just fine. i dont want her to worry. i guess part of this is my fault because i almost assumed that she would come out to visit me, and got my hopes up alittle. i never want to tell my mom that i'm homesick, i saw what she delt with when my sister had a hard adjustment at union, so i'd just assume deal with this myself. &lt;br /&gt;im fine, really. i am.</content>
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    <title>i'm cool.</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T19:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T19:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">suezsk1i  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Thank the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. List 5 random/strange/weird things about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 5 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jenny-Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can touch my tongue to my nose.&lt;br /&gt;2. I would make my roommate's bed for her...while she is in it. &lt;br /&gt;3. I worry about everything and anything. someone once told me that 90% of what we worry about will never effect us. hope it's true. &lt;br /&gt;4. i'm dying to take a swim in the hudson river, but i'm scared of contracting some disease that will end my life shortly after. &lt;br /&gt;5. i only listen to third eye blind music while in stoneham. unless that is, i'm feeling stoneham-esque in poughkeepsie, new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged... Sarah, Robyn, Brendan, Buckley, anddddddd i ran out of friends to tag.</content>
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    <title>greedy. who cares.</title>
    <published>2006-02-01T21:17:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-01T21:18:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i want my mom to come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;i want to piss off my communication teacher just once so that he has nothing to say. &lt;br /&gt;i want to find something better than sleeping to occupy my time with.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have more fun.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make someone happier.&lt;br /&gt;i want a snow day, or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all, i want. for now.</content>
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    <title>i love this quote</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T04:17:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T04:18:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"i was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. that's the thing about girls. every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."&lt;br /&gt;-jd salinger</content>
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    <title>don't do this to me.</title>
    <published>2006-01-30T18:59:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-30T18:59:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have so much to say, but no words to say it, so instead i'll just not say anything, because that's what you would do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:94330</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-01-28T15:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T20:19:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T20:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but my god, it's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when the boy smiles.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:93871</id>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-01-24T11:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T16:59:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T20:20:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate tuesdays. they suck from about 9:30am to 3:15pm. overall, a pretty awful day from start to finish. save me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suezsk1i:93570</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T01:13:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T16:53:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"distance is not for the fearful. it's for the bold. it's for those who are willing to spend alot of time alone in exchange for alittle time with the one you love. it's for those who know a good thing when they see it, even if they dont see it nearly enough."&lt;br /&gt;exactly.</content>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-01-20T16:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-20T21:13:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T16:51:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;spanish sucks now too.</content>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-01-20T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-20T16:38:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T16:51:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">things are finally starting to feel like home again here. it's been a busy week, my first week of classes, which, to say the least, i am slightly disappointed about. my computer literacy class is a waste of a perfectly good 75 minutes. not only is my professor totally computer illiterate (yes, when she's supposed to be teaching computer literacy), she assigns time consuming homework assignments that are pointless. &lt;br /&gt;my history professor is as old, if not older than my grandfather. other than that, i see no problems with him nor the class itself. i was never one to enjoy history in the first place. my communication principals class is pretty good, aside from my professor who insists we call him "colin" and whose sexual sarcasm is a bit too much at eight in the morning. college writing is a continuation of last semester, so that doesn't get any worse basically. the horror is just continued into spring semester. i like my spanish class. we're going to learn how to salsa. just so happens roberto is my partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than my classes which have overall failed to impress me, it's good to be back at my marist home.&lt;br /&gt;today, atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two more classes before it's officially the weekend. my schedule absolutely sucks this semester. two 8's and three 9:30's.&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeeeeep?</content>
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    <title>marist</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T17:49:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T19:48:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dashboard confessional</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm not in college mode yet.&lt;br /&gt;making this transition sucks.&lt;br /&gt;this place feels foreign.     update to follow.</content>
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    <title>because i have no life</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T20:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T19:48:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i sort of, kind of, not really cleaned my room today.&lt;br /&gt;and that was about all i sort of, kind of, not really accomplished today. other than this.&lt;br /&gt;because i have no life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X means yes&lt;br /&gt;* means "depends" or "sometimes"&lt;br /&gt;Bold means "I added this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100 safe, free of cost, and scar-free. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Family/Home Life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*School/Work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a college student. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've skipped school. (As in, faked sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Embarrassment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've glued my hand to something&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Health*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had my wisdom teeth removed. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Traveling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Experiences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've flown kites on a rooftop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played chicken. (no, but robyn has - with a tree) &lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten sushi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relationships*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a fear of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sexuality*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had a crush on a teacher. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have had sex. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Honesty/Crime*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a terrible liar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've run a red light. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drugs/Alcohol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm a stoner. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snorted cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've popped E. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've inhaled nitrous.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hurt myself on purpose &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm addicted to self harm&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Death and Suicide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Materialism*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on E-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Political/Social Attitudes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] In general, I don't like people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a feminist. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm very outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm Democratic. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm Republican. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm liberal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't like Bush because he is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't like Bush with my own reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm religious. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I dress fairly modestly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My attitude is, "If you've got it, flaunt it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[*] I curse regularly. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I sing in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[*] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[*] I love being neat.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering names&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering dates. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] My answers are totally honest.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>suezsk1i @ 2006-01-10T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T16:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T19:48:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've been totally "couched" for about two days. this cold is really kicking my bum. other than that, i haven't really accomplished much of anything. we're now into the single digits of vacation coming to an end, and while i want more than anything to go back to marist and see all my friends there, i can't even think about leaving home, leaving my friends, and leaving charlie. &lt;br /&gt;the past couple of weeks are home have been incredible. though we may have sometimes just sat around looking for something to pass the time with, we were together. in the end, some of the things we came up with through the boredom have been incredible - toga parties? ice skating? mario cart? i'm even going to have to give you guys credit for the the saucer sledding on little to no snow.&lt;br /&gt;so i've got six days until i'm back in poughkeepsie, so let's make them good ones. i'm really excited that robyn, brendan, charlie and i will be spending our last weekend of vacation in new hampshire at brendan's ossipee house and on the slopes skiing. it's going to be a good weekend with good friends. overall, a good ending.</content>
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    <title>b woods</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T03:13:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T03:13:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">skiing tomorrow with the usuals&lt;br /&gt;gunna tear it up &lt;br /&gt;eat my dust, webber.</content>
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    <title>here we go.</title>
    <published>2006-01-01T22:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-01T22:19:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">two thousand and five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: rang in the new year in style with various favorites, slaved away on the 05 year book, the movie theathre  caught on fire and i had to evacuate, ice skated with various, vacationed in moosehead maine for the first time, rode my first ATV and snowmobile, waited for acceptance letters, got my wisdom teeth out and began the long, painful adventure of dry sockets and vicodin.&lt;br /&gt;FEBUARY: ski vacation at the balsalms with daddy, snowmobiling lots, spent valentines day with the boy and my ears dazzled, learned how to use a 35 mm camera, skied alot, accepted to sacred heart university but still had my heart set on marist.&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: alittle spring skiing, lots of time with charles, enjoyed senior year and biology classes with breene, witnessed charlie and my father dig the honda out of a snow bank, mom had knee surgury and i played nurse, stalked the mail man for a big white envelop from marist. by the end of the month i had heard from every school, accepted at all but one, including marist. elected as captain of the stoneham high school girls tennis team, had a blast at all the matches even though we held the worst record in history. had many personal bests on the court, several wins and good points. chosen for spartan spirt award. &lt;br /&gt;APRIL: began the long process of weighing financial packages and scholarship money, visited marist again for accepted students day, spent weekends at union with my sister, prom dress adventure, started playing tennis again, april vacation came and went mixed with various tennis matches, finished out senior year, had lots of fun with friends. &lt;br /&gt;MAY: sent in my deposit reserving my spot in the freshman class for marist college, bought my sweatshirt, finished out senior year, the job search continued, and tennis season finished up. senior tea and senior prom with my fabulous friends ended the month, making way to all of that fun senior stuff. i had never been happier, i loved my friends, my family, my boy and my life entirely.&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: graduated from stoneham high school with honors, partied it up at the all night graduation, jumped my little heart on out my moon walk at my graduation party, went to everyone elses graduation parties, job hunt continued and proved successful as i was hired to work at the parks for the summer with screaming little kids. had a blast with the friends i knew i'd have to say goodbye to in august, made lots of memories, the weekend trips to winnipesaukee began. the hardest decision of my life was made. &lt;br /&gt;JULY: worked five days a week chasing after insane little kids and playing dodgemball, spent the majority of my paychecks, weekends at winnipesaukee, got my lap top, dorm shopping, fourth of july at robyn's cottage with lovelies. &lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: a sad month, work ended said goodbye to my little park kiddies and the endless days baking in the sun yelling at kids. spent the remaining time with friends as much as possible, long talks with brendan about life's complexities, said goodbye to my bests, off to school on the 27th to adjust just fine, and love marist.&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: adjusted to the stressful college life and my crazy roommate and dorm life atomosphere. found new friends from all over, had a blast, studied hart, declared my major as art and advertising design, began working as a student assistent in the marist admissions office, spent countless hours in the library, the boy and i were back together, as expected. &lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: continued to love college, charlie came out to poughkeepsie to visit, had tons of fun in poughkeepsie and lots of laughs with new friends, relized how hard the distance between two people can be, relied on old friends and new friends. successful through midterms. &lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: celebrated my 19th birthday, came home for the first time all semester during thanksgiving break to see my amazing friends and the boy. had a blast, had a hard time saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: enjoyed my last month in poughkeepsie, kick my final exam's ass, made the dean's list for my first semester at marist, totally loved everyday, missed my boy lots and lots, some crazy nights with my crazy roommate plus others. returned home for the second time for my winter break, spent christmas in moosehead with the family, loved my boy.</content>
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    <title>fuck you 2006</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T14:18:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T14:18:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">looks like it's going to be one of those all dressed and nowhere to go occasions tonight.</content>
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