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  <title>Some like it hot...</title>
  <subtitle>The Devil in some Red Sneakers</subtitle>
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    <name>The Devil in some Red Sneakers</name>
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  <updated>2004-12-11T22:13:44Z</updated>
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    <title>I figured..."hey, if I cut it...might as well dye it too"</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T22:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T22:13:44Z</updated>
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    <title>I GOT ME SOME BANGS</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T23:26:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T23:26:43Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:funkyfirefly:67598</id>
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    <title>What a wonderful weekend</title>
    <published>2004-10-19T02:42:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-19T02:42:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mark is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all weekend with him and I assure you that I will be with this boy for a long time.  I've never felt so right with anyone before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of the cheesiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent over 10 hours on a homework assignent and fucked it up at the last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its not so bad..there's  always food...no wait I'm on a diet...so no food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks...again</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-10-05T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T00:42:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T00:42:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Counting Crows - Down My Knees</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Left these pictures out...thought this'll explain my roomates better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80's night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/Picture153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the left: Tara, me, Vanessa, Nicole, Carolyn (not a roomate), Megs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singled Out night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/Picture170.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa, me, Megs, Schanen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/Picture173.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/Picture174.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^hahahahahaha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:funkyfirefly:67002</id>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-10-05T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T21:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T21:29:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Incubus ~ Drive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The College Years in pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk26.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk34.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk33copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk37.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk38.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/milk40.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/tarashair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/tarashair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My suitemate Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/megshair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/maegshair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/stilllife.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Dawson knocked our shoes down and then put my shoe in his mouth. Such a wierdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The girl that told me she has a crush on me (note- picture taken before this knowledge was unearthed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Schanens friend Saul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole (my suitemate) put a pizza in the oven on a plastic plate.  The fumes were awful.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/pizza3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 2 DAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see all my friends at home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/P1010015.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-05-25T19:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T23:07:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-25T23:07:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="blue" cellspacing="0" width="300px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 32pt; color: black;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;"&gt;z&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="blue" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; color: white;"&gt;No smoking around funkyfirefly. Thankyou for your co-operation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your warning label"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get such accurate answers on these things&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's a long story</title>
    <published>2004-03-16T17:49:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-16T17:50:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Due to unforseen circumstances my Live Journal is now &lt;big&gt;FRIENDS ONLY&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.photobucket.com/albums/v73/skasista14/IMAG0029_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment if you wanna be added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:funkyfirefly:49424</id>
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    <title>Nature is an Indian Giver!!!</title>
    <published>2004-03-15T19:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-15T23:03:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yeah, the Irish Club Assembly for St. Patrick's Day was 2nd period today.  Very educational.  I learned the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr. McGoldrick can turn on an Irish accent with the drop of a dime&lt;br /&gt;2. You can only be an Irish dancer if you are really really ridiculously skinny&lt;br /&gt;3. Lob will never buy tampons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially addicted to my computer.  My thought process is in away messages and live journal entries.  I'm always like, "Hey, that'd be an awesome away message. *Mental Note*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was 9 months for me and Mark.  We spent the whole day wrestling and beating each other up.  I have about 6 or 7 bruises to prove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Spring Break at CCM.  I'm really aggravated that when I have CCM break I still have school, and vice versa.  Blah...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really ashamed to admit that I am currently watching &lt;i&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/i&gt; and I'm actually enjoying it. AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any ideas for my Senior Art Show invites? Anyone...anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a tan today on my deck.  It was cold.  I had to stop myself for a moment and ask myself "Why the hell do I care so much?" Oh yeah...because My skin is almost see-through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;I GOT A FUCKING 92 ON MY TERM PAPER FOR ENGLISH! FUCK YEA! *Does Happy Dance* YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-03-11T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-11T23:02:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-11T23:02:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish I was just like you.</content>
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    <title>Christin Pulleo is a __________(clue: rhymes with abhor)</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T01:16:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-10T01:16:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Musiq - Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers bother me.  No, I'm not one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the thought of certain people makes me shudder, and the two of them that I do hate are ALWAYS in my conversations, I had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS FUCKING AWESOME.  I do absolutely nothing (no, but unlike other people I really do nothing) and I feel FUCKING GREAT about it!  All day is nothing but one joke after another, and all I do is laugh all day.  It's so great.  I am never happier than the moment when I have laugh so hard I can't laugh any harder, and nothing comes out but air, no sound, just air.  I love everyone I'm around all day.  I used to always look up to the upper classmen art kids that did what they wanted when they wanted to.  I'm and art kid now.  It's fucking great.  So much pride.  If I walk intot hte art room I get a big round of "Deniz!!" and high fives -- I have to admit that I really enjoy it.  It makes me feel so good.  I did that yesterday and Lindsey goes, "I wish I got a greeting like that".  To tell you the truth it's only in that room that I could ever get a greeting like that.  It still makes me feel really nice.  I couldn't get through my day without Jimi, Ryan, Kevin, and Tatyanna.  They are seriously why I wake up in the morning.  I just await the next day of crazy antics.  I don't think I could live without Kat either.  She is my photo buddy, and she's so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat for Ana today.  I got paid.  That's always nice.  I brought her to Wendy's because she finished her homework early and she was REALLY good today and yesterday.  She got a frosty, chicken nuggets, and fries.  &lt;b&gt; That's my girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, not only that but my parents are being really great lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Helena went to Wendys again tonight, it's becoming a Tuesday night ritual now.  We are official regulars now.  And yes, we got hit on again.  By three creepy guys making moaning sounds on the other side of Wendys.  I couldn't control my laughter, then they walk past and theyre all "&lt;i&gt;heyyyy ladies&lt;/i&gt;" ughhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate her more and more everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love Mark</content>
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    <title>THE DRESS!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T23:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T23:30:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Billy Joel ~ Piano Man</lj:music>
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    <title>Anyone wanna *static* buy me a new phone? *connection cuts off*</title>
    <published>2004-03-06T04:31:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-06T04:50:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Incubus ~ I WIsh You Were Here</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog is CU-RAZY around here!  I could barely see five feet in front of me when I was driving.  Ugh, make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had quite and interesting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark came and brought me out to breakfast at Denny's on Tuesday.  Even though Denny's at 9 o'clock right before I have school doesn't sound so romantic it definitely was.  Just the fact that he came all the way here to eat breakfast with me for an hour made me so happy.  He is irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to dinner with Kevin, Jared, and Ryan on Wednesday at TGIFriday's.  Man, was it funny.  We were such jackasses, yet it was so incredibly enjoyable.  I doubt everyone around us was enjoying it though.  Everytime they'd start singing a birthday song we'd join in sinigna and clapping, and we'd all stand up.  The waiters either loved us or hated us.  No in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week, all I did in school was play Bullshit in class.  Oh man, what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall with Lob and Helena tonight.  I was SOOO close to getting Lob to try on a prom dress, but I didn't have a camera and so it wouldn't have been worth it.  And none of the dresses were the perfect shad to bring out his eyes.  He's so pretty. Helena tried on one dress, and it looked SO HAWT on her.  I hope she buys it/one like it.  Then we met Leen and her sis Mary there.  It's like the first family member of Kathleen's I've actually formally met.  Weird considering how long I've known her.  Then Helena/ Lob came back to my house and we watched Orange County.  WHAT AN AMAZING MOVIE.  And I am now a proud owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going prom dress shopping with Mark and my mom tomorrow.  Should be an interesting experience.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like life is too easy for me nowadays.  I love it, but I always can't help but have a weird sense that something bad is going to happen to me to balance out all this happiness.  I guess that's kind of a wierd thought, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-03-02T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-02T22:49:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dude babysitting was so fun today! I "rode bikes" like I was eight years old again.  It was so fun.  And Ana told me that she wanted to be a really cool babysitter when she grows up, just like me.  She said she looks forward to it when I come over. Haha, I never thought such a confidence boost could come from an eight year old girl.  (that could easily be taken out of context) I'm goin back in like an hour.</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-03-02T14:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-02T19:43:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-02T19:43:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I just watched Romeo and Juliet.  Remind me enevr to watch it again...it just makes me so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have babysitting at 4-6 and then i have to babysit for an extra hour 7-8 but Kevin asked me to go ut to dinner with him, Jared, and Tati I think...ehh, whatever happens happens... They also all asked me to go to a Puddle of Mudd concert with them...that however is definitely not happeneing.  I'm not paying $25 to see a shitty band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start working on my AP piece. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lif is good.  I couldn't be happier. :D</content>
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    <title>C'mon baby light my fire</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T03:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T04:02:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I find myself, once more at this computer, writing as if I know someone will care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was actually really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Leen and Mark to Burger King....problem is somehow we got lost and ended up at some art show at the Du Cret school of art.  Oh wait, my bad...it's the other way around.  Actually, after an hour of driving and numerous stops at various gas stations we found ourselves at a Burger King, that we could have easily driven about 15 minutes to get to if we had actually intended on going there. And I wanted to see Leen's work up in thw show in all it's glory, but it was good times though.  I had a lot of fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark slept over last night, and we just had a good time.  Nothing makes me happier than to fall asleep with him, and I do mean actually sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up this morning and stuffed ourselves with breakfast: Leftover Penne in Vodka sauce and Blueberry Pop Tarts...talk to my nutritionist- he says its healthy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to Chester cuz it was soooo super nice out.  We ate at a tiny little place for lunch, and the food was Soooo good!  Well, Mark's lunch was better (Chicken pot pie) than mine, but I am so going back there sometime.  We walked around for a little bit and came back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to see 50 First Dates.  I have to admit that it was amazingly cute.  I think that it wasn't as stupid as all of Adam Sandler's recent movies because he's not trying to live up to his Billy Madison outrageously funny days anymore. Very cute.  Thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back from teh movies, and I swear that when i got out of the car I felt like it was back in the first month of us dating.  Maybe it was because he dropped me off without coming in.  Maybe it was the movie.  I don't know.  But it felt awesome.  I really do love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents won like three jackots in Altantic City this weekend so YAY for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to need to finish my paper tommorow, which I don't really 100% want to do, but I know I have to, and I am looking forward to the three days we get to go in 3 periods late.  I want to have that time, and not worry about my grades, becuase I was lazy one day.  I'm, sure a at least few of you reading this share my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good night, sleep tight, don't let the monster under you bed bite :)</content>
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    <title>HERE'S EVERYTHING</title>
    <published>2004-02-27T00:01:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-27T00:01:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alkaline Trio ~ Maybe I'll Catch Fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was 2&lt;br /&gt;2. I still got along with my brother&lt;br /&gt;3. I was still cute&lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite song was "The Itsy Bitsy spider"&lt;br /&gt;5. I had no idea what was in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. II was a badass, I never cried&lt;br /&gt;2. I had no friends, but I desperately wanted some&lt;br /&gt;3. I got to go to recess during school&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVED my easy bake oven&lt;br /&gt;5. I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I ate like there was no tommorow&lt;br /&gt;2. I played soccer (for real)&lt;br /&gt;3. I always denied liking boy bands...but I did&lt;br /&gt;4. I lost something I can never get back&lt;br /&gt;5. I desperately wanted a boyfriend (just the title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I had blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;2. I was FAT&lt;br /&gt;3. I &lt;b&gt;knew&lt;/b&gt; I wasn't going to be an artist&lt;br /&gt;4. My best friend was Ally Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;5. I thought I was different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I started being happy&lt;br /&gt;2. I wasn't getting good grades, and I was fine with that&lt;br /&gt;3. I wasn't happy with any guy that came my way&lt;br /&gt;4. I became closer friends with Emily, Helena, and Kathleen..they made me happy :0)&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn't know that I would meet the greatest guy ever in a matter of months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. I got asked to drop my Senior portfolio class by my ASSHOLE of a teacher&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought about Mark&lt;br /&gt;3. I was involved in weird situation &lt;br /&gt;4. I figured out my phone is a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;5. I fell in love with an art project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. I found out that I couldn't transfer out of art&lt;br /&gt;2. Had a heart to heart with Montone&lt;br /&gt;3. I made 2 out of about 40 baskets in gym&lt;br /&gt;4. I thought about Mark&lt;br /&gt;5. I did most of my Primary Source Paper (YES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to NYC to Madame T's with all my art buddies&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to get my car washed&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm going to miss my CCM drawing class&lt;br /&gt;4. my parents are going to Atlantic City&lt;br /&gt;5. Mark is sleeping over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha not much else to say</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-02-26T22:50:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-26T22:50:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ani DiFranco ~ Untouchable Face</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="1" width="300" style="border-style: dashed; border-color: #FF5151; background-color: #FFFFFF; font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, Arial, times, sans-serif; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF5151"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;Deniz and &lt;font color="#FF5151"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;Mark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan to have no surrogate children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedule times to lovingly serenade each other, except after meals, and after MacGyver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are the cutest couple that there ever will be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;form method="GET" action="http://www.haydenpratt.com/heartstats.pl"&gt;&lt;input type="text" size="20" name="n1"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="My Heartstats?"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Orchestrated by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ianiceboy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.haydenpratt.com/lovejournal.gif" width="17" height="17" border="0" align="absmiddle"&gt;ianiceboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-02-24T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T01:13:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T01:13:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the biggest assholes EVER</content>
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    <title>Oh the glories of pay day</title>
    <published>2004-02-24T23:49:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-24T23:49:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got paid today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels soooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got so pissed at Leberdicker that I am transferring out of his class.  I feel really bad b/c a few people dont want me leaving their classes and since I have to shuffle my ENTIRE schedule around I am swtiching 3 classes just to get rid of Leberdicker.  It's defitniely worth it though.  SUCH A DICK HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted with Carolyn today.  Our painting looks AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 my cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Lob a new icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write my Primary sourcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-02-23T15:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-23T20:11:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">"End of Season Sale"  I love that phrase when the season they are referring to is winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove with my sunroof open today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I splashed in the puddles of melted snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked with my coat open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, SPRING IS COMING! I can hear her whispering to me. :D</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-02-22T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-22T23:24:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I just bought a set of plates and bowls for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah</content>
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    <title>Bobby Kamp</title>
    <published>2004-02-22T17:35:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T17:35:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MissAnthropy/1077072860_sgoldheart.jpg" border="0" alt="gold heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heart of Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20Heart%20REALLY%20Made%20of%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I answered it honestly, and I got the Heart of Gold.  Reminds me of Leen's Dad.  :D</content>
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    <title>Can't we just start over?</title>
    <published>2004-02-19T20:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-19T20:14:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are so many people that I once looked up to that I can &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird how time can change EVERYTHING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with the people that I once called my friends.  So many of them have turned into the people that we once used to make fun of.  The fake.  The superficial.  The weak.  All I see now is transparent people in a world made of nothing but objects waiting to be claimed or bought or broken.  I can count on one hand the people that are real in my life (not counting family) and each time I see those people I get excited.  They are the only people worth sharing my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed over the past few years for me.  Some of the people I thought I'd never let go of, I've thrown away.  And some of the people I thought that I'd never speak to mean the most to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reputation is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking cool to other people isn't as important as liking who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people I know have become slaves to the people that they want to be.  They've forgotten who they are and only believe in outward appearances these days.  It's sad to me.  To see the people I loved become such awful people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just rambling...but I don't know... it's really get to me.  At one point I didn't really care, but now even seeing some people makes me irritated, and if they say hello to me or act like we are friends I get furious on the inside.  I just get so angry.  The best solution to me is to ignore they are even there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hope to never be is fake.  And instead of us growing up and maturing into our own unique people we are melding into each other, and we are all becoming this bland pile of rubber that can only be described as grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to pull my hair out and scream "DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE DOING?  YOU ARE EVERYONE THAT WE USED TO HATE!  YOU ARE EVERYTHING THAT I HATE NOW!  But you put on this facade as if you are the same person you always were.  You went back to them.  And now you hang out with people I know you don't like just to look cool.  And I'm stuck int he dust along with some other of us real people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like I'm putting myself on a pedestal and acting like I'm never fake.  But it just pisses me off.  Maybe I'm being a hypocrite...maybe not.  But I just thought it needed saying.  I had to get it off my chest.  Even though I know the people I mentioned either won't read this, won't care, or won't realize, I still thought it needed saying.</content>
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    <title>funkyfirefly @ 2004-02-16T18:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-16T23:43:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/"&gt;http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt; (stole it from Marisa) It's too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Adventure Of The Kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deniz and Mark were out for a funny Valentine's walk in a car. As they went, Mark rested his hand on Deniz's eye. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so playful, Deniz was filled with gorgeous dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you suppose it's fabulous here?" she asked angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shy silly," Mark said, tickling Deniz with his dollar. "It's completely amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, an interesting kitten leapt out from behind a marker and distracted Mark in the belly button. "Aaargh!" Mark screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things looked beautiful. But Deniz, although she was ridiculous, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a sandwich and, like a beatiful river glistening in the dusk's sun, beat the kitten passionately until it ran off. "That will teach you to distract innocent people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she clasped Mark close. Mark was bleeding playfully. "My darling," Deniz said, and pressed her lips to Mark's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you," Mark said hastily, and expired in Deniz's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deniz never loved again. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Gonna vom</title>
    <published>2004-02-16T19:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-16T19:45:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel miserable.  My throat is &lt;b&gt;killing&lt;/b&gt; me.  And I have a fever.  Small, but I have one.  I dunno if I'm going to school tommorow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day I went to NYC with Mark for dinner at this fancy restaurant called Pompano.  A Mexican seafood place with the whole big plates, small food, drizzled with sauce in 5 courses kinda place.  It was awesome actually.  The food was great and I got to spend the day with Mark.  It was a great day, until when we were walking back I felt my throat starting to get sore.  I told Mark I was going to get sick.  But I didn't think it'd be this bad.  I thought a small sore throat for a few days, but this is awful.  Sometimes I can't breathe cuz something will clog my throat, so I have to cough, but coughing is excruciating.  So I'd really rather end up suffocating, but I cough and I can feel the pain for like an hour after that.  Ughhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't think I'll be able to babysit tommorow either.  which defffffffinitely isn't good, cuz I couldn't work today either.  So I'm not gettin paid at all this week.  Kinda blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow.&lt;br /&gt;Ow.&lt;br /&gt;Ow.&lt;br /&gt;Ow.</content>
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