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  <title>Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 08:38:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I hate my boss</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s 2:30 in the morning, and I am still at work.  We have a meeting Monday, and in order to avoid working on the weekend, my team decided to say and finish our stragetic plan for next year.  2 a.m. comes, and I ask my demon-of-a-boss if she would mind giving me a ride home.  (She lives about 10-15 minutes away from me and has actually offered me rides before to save on expenses).  She looked at me like I shot her dog, then said, &quot;Well, my husband is about to divorce me for working so late, but what&apos;s another 40 minutes.&quot;  I just stood there with my mouth half open, and said, &quot;well, I can just take the train.&quot; (an hour-long el ride at 2 am.!)  She said, &quot;no, no big deal if my husband divorces me, right.&quot;  Then, I called my boyfriend and asked if he would drive downtown to pick me up.  He said okay.  I told my ass-hole-of-a-boss that he was coming and then she said &quot;oh that&apos;s silly, I&apos;ll drive you.&quot;  When I told her he was on his way, she said &quot;oh, okay, then.&quot; and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I&apos;m looking for a new job tomorrow morning.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 23:49:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crazy world</title>
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  <description>So I was out at the bar on Wednesday, right?  I was hanging out with a bunch of people (good friends of my best friend) and I was talking to this kid Willie that I have met before but never really spoke with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, out of the blew, told me that he just got diagnosed with some kidney disorder.  I guess it&apos;s a genetic disorder that creates cysts in your kidneys.  There is no cure and eventually so many cysts develop that your kidneys become almost like giant cysts and stop functioning.  You have to go through dialysis and eventually get a kidney transplant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I&apos;m a little weirded out when people I don&apos;t know that well start telling my about their problems, but this time it didn&apos;t.  Then at work on Thursday I was told my boss about it... not really sure why, I kinda just blurted it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a post-event party Thursday night that I couldn&apos;t go to but my boss did.  I come into work this morning, and ask her about the party, she says, &quot;you&apos;ll never believe this&quot; and begins a story about how she was talking with a contact she has known for years.  They were chitchatting and she asked what he does in his spare time.  He replies, actually I head up the Chicago chapter of this charity for research in polycystic kidney disease and starts describing the same disease this kid has!  My boss couldn&apos;t believe it!  I almost wanted to cry when she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this charity (the PKD Foundation) does walks and raises money to research this disease that few people know about.  One walk they did raised over $70,000.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things like this happen, I have a hard time believing in coincidences.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 20:20:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The vote</title>
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  <description>I voted for the first time today and let me tell you what a great time it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have the best polling place in the nation.  All the die-hard poll judges were super duper nice, and I was in and out in about ten minutes.  No lines, no hassle, and can I say that I just love punching those little holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna vote everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off an exciting vote-filled morning, I walked into the Hancock building (complete with my &quot;I voted!&quot; sticker) to be greeted by an enormous American flag and a coffee/tea spread in the lobby.  If that wasn&apos;t enough to get your juices flowing, I got not one but TWO patriotic cookies... one in the shape of a donkey and the other in the shape of an elephant!  How cool is that!  Now these cookies aren&apos;t the small bite-sized ones you may be visualizing right now.  I&apos;m talking about huge sugar cookies with icing and decorations!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, election day kicks ass!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2004 16:43:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh my</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 20:00:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>long time</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been so long since that I have checked LJ that I was actually afraid to do so.  There is so much that I have been missing out on.  Quick question... how do I make a little icon like everyone else? Super cute!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2004 23:28:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Your name spelled backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Refinnej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were your parents born?&lt;br /&gt;I think Bridgeport.  or at least Chicago, Il&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?&lt;br /&gt;um, a paper I wrote on campus that I wanted to work on at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What&apos;s your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... Big Bowl is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you swam in a pool and where?&lt;br /&gt;not sure the day, but last summer at Joe&apos;s roommate&apos;s sister&apos;s friend&apos;s pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a school play?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, not many though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Not choosing to pursue this interest at this point in my life thank you... get back to me in like 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Type of music you dislike most?&lt;br /&gt;Techno... I like music I can sing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;Yes siree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have cable?&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever ridden on a moped?&lt;br /&gt;no... there was this girl on my floor that everyone called moped (&apos;cause everyone went for a ride, but no one wanted to admit it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever prank call anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Not for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever get a parking ticket?&lt;br /&gt;actually, yes just recently.  parking is a nightmare at my school, so you can imagine my excitement when I got an awesome spot at the meter.  I was so excited that I forgot to put money in it... $5, isn&apos;t too much to complain about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;Nope and nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What color is your room?&lt;br /&gt;white, I live in an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a garden?&lt;br /&gt;No, I leave that to Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What&apos;s your favorite comic strip?&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I used to love Brenda Starr, ohh I change my vote Archie and Jughead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bath or Shower, morning or night?&lt;br /&gt;Shower, Morning... bath whenever I don&apos;t want to work on homework.  Maybe I will take a bath after I finish this entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Best movie you&apos;ve seen in the past month?&lt;br /&gt;I just watched American Genius this weekend.  I think it&apos;s the only movie I&apos;ve seen this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite pizza topping?&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What color lipstick do you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;I wear this pinky gloss from Covergirl... it&apos;s wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I have smoked pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange Juice or apple?&lt;br /&gt;eww... I&apos;m not really a juice kinda girl... especially if there is any pulp in it... icky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine?&lt;br /&gt;My parents and Joe to Eduardo&apos;s after my awards ceremony on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite type chocolate bar?&lt;br /&gt;Three Musketeers or Milky Way. (agree w/ Marisol and Elizabeth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you voted at the polls?&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;yummy! probably three or four summers ago... right off the plant too.  The last time my mom tried growing tomatoes, only one blossomed.  She brought it to a friends house to put in the salad... I think we still have a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever won a trophy?&lt;br /&gt;yes, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;According to my roommates, yes... according to anyone else, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you know how to pump your own gas?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever order an article from an infomercial?&lt;br /&gt;Technically no, Joe bought me the RevoStyler for my b-day, but he got it at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Sprite or 7-up?&lt;br /&gt;Sprite... Image is nothing, thirst is everything... Obey your thirst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? &lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy?&lt;br /&gt;birth control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever throw up in public?&lt;br /&gt;No... I like to throw up in the privacy of my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... love, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever call a 1-900 number?&lt;br /&gt;As a joke with my friends at a pay phone... we didn&apos;t get very far (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Can ex&apos;s be friends?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital?&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby?&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn&apos;t have hair until I was like 8.  I&apos;m a late bloomer... I don&apos;t think I got boobs until last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What did you eat today?&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios, a granola bar, and mushroom alfredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What&apos;s your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... the gap girls... Chris Farley, Adam Sandler and David Spade... &apos;shut up i&apos;m starving&apos;... makes me laugh just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What was the name of your first pet?&lt;br /&gt;Sherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What is in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;receipts, crochet hooks (I know), wallet, keys, loose change, pens, and hair thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite thing to do before bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;read</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2004 15:20:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hmm</title>
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  <description>Okay... have my crazy J-Law final today... eekk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that is over I must, must write my J-Law paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to finish the press kit for the restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to make an attendance matrix for my professor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm, is that all???  Well, if I have time, develop pictures from Rock 4 Life and scan the ones with the organ donor recipient to e-mail the Midweek, with a photo caption.  Also rent, Scent of a Woman for paper.  Write that paper and for goodness sake start my stupid thesis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, must count out 8 quarters for to purchase an energy drink approx. an hour before my exam. Considering I was in that state while studying, I hope, I hope it will help me remember all my brilliant responses to the essay questions... Ekk again!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2004 00:42:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh</title>
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  <description>There&apos;s nothing more annoying then coming home (after a long day of studying and running around to grab something to eat knowing that I have to go back to the library to study more, run a review session and then meet a study group) to find your roommate sleeping, still in her pajamas, on the couch.  She&apos;s so lazy, she has like two classes, which she never goes to and never studies for.  She does have a job that she works about 10 hours a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to complain, on another note, I drank an energy drink because I felt sleepy... I think they should put a warning on those things something to the effect &quot;If you are a normally hyper person, do not drink this beverage.&quot; WOWEE! Gotta go, gotta, gotta go, gotta go...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2004 05:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>quick survey</title>
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  <description>would anyone else be offended if you were discussing future plans with a male friend of yours, and he replied, &quot;I bet you are married and pregnant by the time you are 25&quot; after you explicitly mentioned other plans that did not involve marriage or children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checking... excuse me as I practice my breathing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2004 14:08:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hmmm...</title>
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  <description>I had the weirdest dreams last night.  I had a bunch of them and I remember most of them.  This could be due to the fact that I went to bed at 7:30 and woke up at about 1 only to eat the half of my portabello &amp; swiss burger leftover from lunch.  Then I went back to bed... probably not healthy, but I missed dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the dreams.  One dealt with Rock 4 Life.  It was a general success, we raised $1260 for the National Kidney Foundation of Illinois, but it was only a trial run, not the real thing.  Also, my friends were all pissing me off.  Then somehow I was in Florida by myself on a camping trip in Disney World.  I went to a vending machine to get some peach tea bags.  I had to get a stamp from a worker to show that I had paid for it and the worker I found was this girl Krista who was my best friend&apos;s from elementary school sister.  She was telling me how she had to write-up their brother Peter for making out with some chick on the job.  I also saw her grandparents.  (the tea cost $7.05)  Then somehow, I was in Chicago, but it wasn&apos;t really Chicago, to talk to the boss that I interned for.  I was going to ask for a job, and when I got there no one was too excited to see me but I overheard the women I worked with and they were saying that it would be good if I came to work there. When I saw my boss, she looked awful and she was working on a similar project as I am (Rock 4 Life).  I showed her the press kit and I don&apos;t think she was very impressed... it was weird.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Apr 2004 02:44:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FYI</title>
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  <description>and the two does not work on my cell phone...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Apr 2004 02:42:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my goodness</title>
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  <description>To give you a peak into how my week has been without going into the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate picked me up from work tonight.  She quit smoking recently and had one emergency cigarette.  When I got into the car she gave it to me.  I burst into tears. &lt;br /&gt;no. 1 it was a huge gesture no. 2 my week was so shitty that I had held in all the emotion until that one moment... sigh... the day is over and i&apos;m going to bed.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2004 16:46:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ARRGGHH!</title>
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  <description>I have a shitload of stuff to do, but if I don&apos;t vent right now I will explode, and if I explode all the shit that needs to be done will not get done and then everyone will be screwed.  I, unlike a lot of people I seem to know, take responsibility for my actions and follow through on things that affect other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this crazy kid in the group got all pissed a couple of weeks ago because we did not include him on creating our press kit for Rock 4 Life.  So to shut him up, I gave him the responsibility, under the assistance of two e-board members, to put commercials (he works at a radio show) onto a cd that we have created to promote the event.  This was supposed to be done last week.  But of course, it wasn&apos;t done as of 10pm last night.  I communicated the NECESSITY of the cd to him because we are sending the press kits to our campus newspaper TODAY!  Kathleen and I are bringing it in (it&apos;s a bit of a production) at 4:50 because they have their assignment meeting at 5.  It is impertive that they be complete BEFORE we send them in.  (side note... the event is to raise funds and awareness for organ donation... the press kit is inside one of those styrofoam coolers and there is a cd case that has all the information about the event, our organization, organ donation and the bands...we are gonna rush in in scrubs to deliver the &apos;organ.&apos; super cute and will only work at a campus newspaper.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, crazy and I make arrangements for a drop off/pick up of the cd.  We were to meet at 10:55 in the lobby of DuDable.  I get there at 10:45... and wait until 11:15.  No crazy to be seen.  I get no e-mail and supposedly his phone isn&apos;t working.  Now, i needed this cd because Neal was supposed to pick it up at 1 to burn copies to give me at 3:30.  Now we have to go to a far more inferior plan to compensate for crazy&apos;s flakiness.  ARGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that, one of the officers that is also in charge of the event has had two weeks to complete a press release... TWO WEEKS! she e-mailed it to me last night at like midnight.  Okay fine, but she told me she couldn&apos;t send the band bios because it was saved on the computers at school.  Mind you Kathleen and I have been asking for the bios for TWO WEEKS!  She keeps saying, it will only take an hour.  So fucking sit down for an hour and get the damn thing done.  She told me she was going to get it done first thing in the morning... I see her at 11am, fucking 11am... NO BAND BIOS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s bullshit I tell you, I could have gotten it done on my own.  And now I have to see the quality suffer because I relied on completely incompetent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2004 04:23:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>imagine that</title>
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  <description>So besides being completely stressed out with the oodles of work that I have to do, I feel really good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky was talking to me about how she feels lonely in DeKalb.  It was completely strange because she always talks about how many friends she has and what not.  It was interesting that she was confiding in me too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I started thinking about how lucky I am.  I have a very cool group of friends.  I can call a number of people if I need to talk to them, and a bunch if I want to go out.  My boyfriend is incredible (I probably don&apos;t deserve him) and my guy friends are super protective and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, I am completely bummed that I am currently without job, I feel proud of my current accomplishments.  I am saddened by the fact that I have to leave this wonderful place full of super people, but I am glad that I have moments like this, so I feel like I appreciate it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2004 03:01:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>haha</title>
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  <description>&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=chi_a_baidh&amp;amp;meme=1074632017&quot; method=&quot;POST&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;Who will you be stuck with at end of time? by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/~chi_a_baidh&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;chi_a_baidh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Your name is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;Your name is&quot; value=&quot;Jenny&quot; size=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Your sex is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;select name=&quot;Your sex is&quot;&gt;&lt;option&gt;Male&lt;option selected=&quot;SELECTED&quot;&gt;Female&lt;option&gt;Undecided&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Your favorite color is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;select name=&quot;Your favorite color is&quot;&gt;&lt;option&gt;Red&lt;option&gt;Orange&lt;option&gt;Yellow&lt;option selected=&quot;SELECTED&quot;&gt;Green&lt;option&gt;Blue&lt;option&gt;Purple&lt;option&gt;Black&lt;option&gt;White&lt;option&gt;Other&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;You are stuck there because&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;you were frozen in ice/a crystal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;For _____ years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;With&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.pressmaterial.se/ordfront/forfattare/images/michael-moore_002_h500.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;He/She will think you are&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;God&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;You will&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;repopulate the earth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;un&quot; value=&quot;chi_a_baidh&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;meme&quot; value=&quot;1074632017&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot; color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Created with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align:bottom;border:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://memegen.deskslave.org/&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;MemeGen 3.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2004 08:51:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>gotta love it</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2004 08:04:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ghetto fab</title>
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  <description>Oh yeah, and so I bought material to make belts, right? Well, I wanted to wear one, but I don&apos;t have a sewing machine... so I burnt the ends to prevent unraveling and then I stapled the material... it&apos;s ghetto fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ames, I can make you a ghetto fab staple belt, or you can wait until I go home to a sewing maching... it&apos;s your call</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2004 05:14:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yay!</title>
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  <description>So much pressure off my back!  We had PRSSA&apos;s exec. board elections tonight.  I love the position of power that I am in because I totally swayed the vote&apos;s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I ran the elections is each person gets up and says a little schpeal about themselves and the position for which they are running.  Then they leave the room, we discuss their strengths and weaknesses and then vote.  When they come back in, we announce the winner.  It&apos;s  pure democracy at it&apos;s finest. I loved it!  I would say, &quot;Well this person is great, but I LOVE this person!&quot; and guess who would win?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little bad for the people that lost (repeatedly), but I feel that it is my responsibility as president to steer my members in the right direction.  I use my power for good not evil, I swear!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2004 00:41:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sigh</title>
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  <description>I&apos;M BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 18:22:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yummy</title>
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  <description>Darling boyfriend just surprised me with a fantastic sushi making kit.  Considering he thinks sushi is disgusting (he hasn&apos;t truly experienced it), it&apos;s a super awesome gift AND he said he would eat it if I made it.  Now all I need is the guts and ingredients to make it.  To be perfectly honest, I believe the ingredients will be the hardest to scrounge up in DeKalb.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2004 05:27:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I think it&apos;s funny I said super 10 times... I thought it was more, just give me time</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2004 18:09:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Teehee</title>
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  <description>I woke up this morning to the lovely pitter patter on raindrops on my windowsill.  Sometimes there is nothing better!  I had a fantastic morning thus far and plan to continue my enthusiasm for life into the afternoon and evening.  My only class of the day was canceled, AND I get to go out to lunch with one of my favorite people in DeKalb, Laura.  Then off to commencement kickoff with another super cool girl, PRSSA Vicki.  Oh and the PB &amp; J sandwich I ate last night was magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A study conducted by UCLA&apos;s Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of male face a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and &lt;br /&gt;masculine features. However, if she is menstruating or menopausal, she is more prone to be attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and a bat jammed up his ass while he is on fire.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2004 04:36:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>indeed</title>
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  <description>So I am pretty proud of myself, I had a bunch of stuff to get done for today, right?  Well, I finished it all, yay for me... with no panicky moments whatsoever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is eat a PB &amp; J sandwich right now... but my roommate, who is super duper uper skinny is in the kitchen right now.  I wouldn&apos;t have a problem with the super duper uper skinny part if she didn&apos;t give those &quot;oh you are gonna eat again&quot; looks.  I just don&apos;t want to put myself through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want a glass of wine... I&apos;ve been mildly obsessed, but alas no one to drink it with.  Once again I would have to deal with my judgmental roomie should I indulge all by my lonesome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my own place so that I can eat PB &amp; J sandwiches and drink wine... if only!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2004 05:59:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my very first lj cut... we&apos;ll see how it works</title>
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  <description>So after getting an extension on a paper, and being excited that I would have the entire weekend to work on it and clean my room, I have done nothing... I sat around, watched movies on TV and crocheted. When will I ever learn?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my roommate&apos;s aunt is always a person I have looked up to.  She&apos;s attractive, intelligent, has a chic sense of style, has a great job (she&apos;s a top HR exec. at an insurance company), had two incredibly smart, funny boys, a great husband (lawyer/law professor) and a fantastic house!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months ago, my roomie tells me that her aunt moved out, into her own place, and is getting divorced from her hubby.  There are apparently many issues between the two and have been for a while, they did the therapy thing, wasn&apos;t working.  Well, a couple weeks ago, her aunt went out on a date and has since started a sort of relationship with a man that is the father of one of her son&apos;s friends.  Side note: she&apos;s still married, and her husband found out, and you guessed it, is pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find out that there were rumors around her workplace that said she was having an affair with her boss... the rumor is false.  Well, she was just fired from her job (not too sure about the reasons why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of the story is that before all this, I really admired her aunt.  I wanted to be like her and I saw my life in 20 years like hers.  I thought we had a lot of things in common and our personalities were quite similar.  Everything was going so well in her life and now everything is falling apart.  It&apos;s just so hard to witness it (or at least hear about it) because I&apos;m already nervous about my future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that the only thing in life that is constant is change.  It&apos;s scary, and not really something that I want to hear about when I am terrified that I will make the wrong decisions now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2004 20:42:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gasp</title>
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  <description>So I had a really awful dream last night... I dreamt that I was in Arizona visiting my sister (good so far).  Everything was going well; I was getting along with all of her wonderful friends, but somehow they all turned on me.  After one of her friends (completely faceless) called me stupid, I retaliated and called her fat.  As I said it the person who was not fat to begin with gained about 50 pounds instantaneously.  Then everyone was mad at me because I made the friend fat.  Then Barbara Walters (I had no idea she resided in Arizona or was a friend of Amy&apos;s) came up to meet me, and I told her she was just jealous me of me because she (Ms. Walters) had to wear a wig.  Oh and I also dreamt that I had a really awesome pair of sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note... I did no drugs last night nor indulged in alcohol, I did eat Taco Bell though... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a dream book that says anything about Barbara Walters?</description>
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