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  <title>I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection</title>
  <subtitle>I am Jack's medula oblongata</subtitle>
  <author>
    <email>lilmeyissa@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Melvis</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-09T04:47:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:174395</id>
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    <title>The day blink-182 got back together...</title>
    <published>2009-02-09T04:47:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-09T04:47:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">was the day I revived my livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to hear the new material, see them this summer (no matter how much cash I've gotta shell out) and be happy. I love 2009.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:174122</id>
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    <title>this post goes out to ms. lisa sherman</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T07:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T07:08:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">eat your heart out. don't you wish you would have been a cool kid and came out to state to see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmeyissa/pic/0000167p/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmeyissa/pic/0000167p/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i love you anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the rest of 'em: &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/album?.dir=/ba87re2"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/album?.dir=/ba87re2&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:173734</id>
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    <title>lilmeyissa @ 2006-09-18T02:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T06:58:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T06:58:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>this providence-secret love and the fastest way to lonliness</lj:music>
    <content type="html">travis landon barker, if you even think about dating paris hilton...well then i've got a big fat fucking bone to pick with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob saget, it's been forever since I've updated this. but i've been hearing rumors about that whore making out with my husband and it really chapped my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:173328</id>
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    <title>few days laterrrrr</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T15:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T15:07:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ridin' dirty is stuck in my head. i hate that song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">for anyone who cares to look....here's my pictures from warped tour last friday. they're mostly of paramore because well, that's who I drove 4 hours to go and see. there's a couple of senses fail's acoustic set but i was too lazy to get off my ass and get closer so they're reallllly far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/album?.dir=c04f&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/album?.dir=c04f&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinery in 2 days!!!! You dont even know how excited I am. really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nacho Libre is a funny movie. It's totally napoleonesque but come on, you can't get enough of napoleon. plus it's jack black wearing stretchy pants instead of some goofy lookin' fucker telling you to vote for pedro. fuck pedro. nachoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outtie like a belly button. love, peace and chicken grease.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:173228</id>
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    <title>I'm such a dirty scumbag.</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T07:28:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T07:28:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>so they say</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm bored so I just went back and looked at some old journal entries and.....why am I such an idiot? why do I have any friends at all?! haha, I think I was raised by a pack of wolves. either that or a group of nudist, perverted sugar mommas who run a whorehouse out of the local bakery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^there I go again!!! I need to learn some manners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Alice Cooper once told me that school's out for summer (but it's not out forever). I'm home and the fun shall begin soon, only to be interrupted by some uneccesary drama that we'll all get over and be great friends again. happens every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to come out and play alot this week since my mom decided she was gonna go to hawaii for 10 days and leave me with the kids. So I'm a single mom till mother's day (how ironic). then it's all about friends and bonfires and concerts for the rest of the summer.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:172851</id>
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    <title>those tic tac commercials are fake</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T18:54:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T18:54:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TREOS-the evidence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">10 more days until I don't have to worry about papers, projects, exams, classes or studying. fuck, I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, this weekend was amazing. between the drag show, reggie and the full effect, alkaline trio and all the beer, I don't know where I found time to eat or sleep. high five weekend.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:172674</id>
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    <title>how'd you get here?</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T03:33:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-06T03:34:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>homo rainbow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I fucked somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live life on the edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I write fucking amazing songs that make people shit their pants. But I also live a life of courage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:172434</id>
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    <title>lilmeyissa @ 2006-03-19T16:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T21:30:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T21:33:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JOE8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="V" /&gt;...amazing.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:172250</id>
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    <title>ST. PATTY'S DAY!</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T18:29:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-17T18:29:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jaked on green beers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I just got off work and I'm planning on eating lunch real quick and starting on my night. Yeah, it's 1:15 in the afternoon. That's just how I roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad this won't be happening this year though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v380/notherbrokenteen/spd1.jpg" border="0" alt="st. patty&amp;#39;s day 2K5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy st. "put on a green shirt and get fucked up" day!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:171868</id>
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    <title>hollllaaaa</title>
    <published>2006-03-03T08:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-03T08:14:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>paramore-circle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'M FUCKING BORED. oops, caps lock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8x canada in a can = 8 labatt's blue. and i'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go home tomorrowwwwww!!! &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow = 4 of the longest hours of work (aka doing absolutely nothing) and then we're driving to ctown. i never thought i'd be this excited to be in that damn town. but i am because i get to see mr. mike daniels, josh gibson, josh flaugher, corey jalbert and ms. brittany ciaramitaro. everyone else falls into the "i love you" category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of 4pm tomorrow, i'll be a chestertuckian again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:171707</id>
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    <title>dun duh dun</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T05:38:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T05:38:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's sunday night...I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is:&lt;br /&gt;5 days&lt;br /&gt;9 classes&lt;br /&gt;1 exam&lt;br /&gt;1 group project&lt;br /&gt;and 3 work shifts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even doing anything exciting, just going home. That means: see some friends and fam, drink some beers, maybe take a road trip, and definitely laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ipod broke today. i was really scared. but then i fixed it. i know, that was a good story.&lt;br /&gt;okay so basically, this was a pointless entry. i tricked you. &lt;br /&gt;night bitches</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:171417</id>
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    <title>mel's frustration with life</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T06:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T06:58:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>so they say - antidote for irony</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm almost 20 years old and I have done nothing with my life. Sure, I'm in college but I find myself skipping like 3 classes per week because "I have better shit to do". What is that better shit you might ask? Oh yeah, that would be sleeping or sitting on my ass watching TV or playing free cell. I know everyone has to go through this "What am I doing with my life" phase at some point in their lives but I was hoping mine wouldn't hit me until at least my senior year. I just want to get out there and do something. Fuck money, fuck school, fuck everything. I'm not afraid to be out there with no more than $5 in my pocket and not exactly sure how I'm going to eat dinner that week, as long as I'm out there. You'd think that once you go away to college you'd feel more free and independent. Mmmmm nope. My job is shitty (I'm lucky I even have one), I'm constantly being reminded of student loans and how important my degree is. As much as I love my major, I just can't see myself doing the 9 to 5 deal, stuck behind a desk and worried about getting fired anytime soon. I want to do something for &lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt; before I'm stuck with that shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion...if anyone wants to be my partner in crime, let's fuck up our lives a little bit before we have to go out into the "real world". I'm thinking...roadies on the warped tour this summer. how fuckin' fun would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where you comment and say: "Mel, quit your bitching. You've got way more than alot of people could even ask for!" I'm grateful...I guess I'm just bored.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:171124</id>
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    <title>Paramore show</title>
    <published>2006-02-16T21:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-16T21:42:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>paramore-whoa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A-fucking-mazing. I had so much fun and I'm so glad I forked out the cash to go. (Everyone knows what a cheap-ass I am) But there's no way I was missing this. I have a shit-ton of pictures so look at 'em if you want but if not...I'll kill you in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/434c3cc3zda95cde5/c04f/__sr_/9714re2.jpg?phYUP9DBnXp.UWx1" alt="me and paramore" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check 'em out bitches... &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/album?.dir=c04f&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/my_photos"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/album?.dir=c04f&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/notherbrokenteen/my_photos&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:170986</id>
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    <title>lilmeyissa @ 2006-02-06T01:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T06:28:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T06:28:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hollaaaaaaaa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gemini:&lt;br /&gt;You're not in the mood for angry words, bright lights or loud music -- and no rushing around, either. This will amaze your friends, who've come to expect nonstop activity and commotion as your absolute favorite state of affairs. Still, you're perfectly entitled to silence when you want it. Could it be time for a trip to the country? Or maybe just a day alone, with the headphones on and the phone turned off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm....I stayed in EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK and watched movies by myself. It was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is going to go by slow I think. Not too much going on. Possibly coming home for the weekend for a "Grammy Party" but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramore on the 15th at the shelter. woop.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:170702</id>
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    <title>woah</title>
    <published>2006-01-12T21:38:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-12T21:38:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>paramore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">paramore=fucking sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love msu, especially when it's 50 degrees in the middle of january. lovely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:170471</id>
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    <title>lilmeyissa @ 2005-12-30T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T18:32:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-30T18:32:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sooo, I'm in Indiana with the whole fam damily. I'm gonna come back with a southern accent and you'll all be thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle is getting married tomorrow and I can't believe it. Just a couple of years ago we were pulling all of the pillows and couch cushions onto the floor and playing king of the mountain. He's 23, I can't even imagine getting married in 3 years. fuck, it's so weird. I'm super stoked for him though because his fiance, Balla (yes, Balla) is awesome. just a little taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in normal conversation)&lt;br /&gt;"Damn those retards, they get all the luck!"&lt;br /&gt;"I like the poop that has the perfect consistency so that nothing comes out on the toilet paper."&lt;br /&gt;"It was like hell upside down...on a stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, we went to B-Dubs and hung out with some of the bridal party. Tonight is the rehearsal dinner which should be pretty crazy and tomorrow is the big day. I hope all my little bitches in C-town have a great new years and I will be talking to you at midnight. I'll be back sometime sunday.</content>
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    <title>the holidays cause suicides...and stress related cold sores. oh wait, that's family</title>
    <published>2005-12-23T06:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-23T06:19:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>techno (dammit mike)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"You wanna know how I know you're gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cause you like Coldplay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, all Chesterfield has had to offer me is: late night sledding and movie nights. &lt;br /&gt;I need something more exciting, dammit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:169940</id>
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    <title>And the most overused word in the English language is....</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T21:13:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-18T21:13:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, I'll be here for 3 weeks.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lilmeyissa:169609</id>
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    <title>sorry about all of these...</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T03:07:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T03:07:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that commercial with the screaming kids in the backseat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">but this is waayyyyyyy better than studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-I'll be home Saturday. Bust out the Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Zebra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/zebra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to see life in black and white - clearly without filters.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being part of a group while maintaining your individuality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/cheese-pizza.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;You focus on living a quality life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not easily impressed with novelty.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you easily impress others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cure Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/the-cure.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;offerid=78941.462765450&amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Wild Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/wild-drunk.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get enough drink. Seriously, you'll just go puke and start pounding them back again!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/black-comedy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Christmas is Most Like: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourchristmasmostlikequiz/christmas-vacation.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a big, boisterous event at your place.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what, something hilarious usually happens.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourchristmasmostlikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was mostly for me and my boredom. If anyone looked at all those, congratulations: you don't want to study just as much as I don't. And if you don't have finals, then you're just pathetic. But if you are now taking as many quizzes as you possibly can...then I salute you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study time. goooooo</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>obviously NOT studying</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T02:02:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-14T02:02:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>PLUS 44</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Tuesday I helped &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_punkrockbyll' lj:user='punkrockbyll' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://punkrockbyll.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://punkrockbyll.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;punkrockbyll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; across the street &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(6 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Wednesday I put money in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_shimo_3' lj:user='shimo_3' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shimo-3.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shimo-3.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shimo_3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s expired parking meter &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(14 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In February I gave &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_brand_new03' lj:user='brand_new03' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://brand-new03.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://brand-new03.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;brand_new03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a wet willie, then I took it back &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-5 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Sunday I gave &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name__touch' lj:user='_touch' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_touch/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_touch/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a kidney &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(1000 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Thursday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(326 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(1341 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a red Radio-Flyer wagon&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;lilmeyissa&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>fuck yeah</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T01:02:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-13T01:02:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>old alk3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/since-youve-been-gone.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;offerid=99176.462951996&amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;Since You've Been Gone&lt;/a&gt; by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so moving on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, you moved on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly and I are involved. I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's like his death birthday."</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>dear finals</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T00:24:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T00:24:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">suck my imaginary penis and choke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, mel</content>
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    <title>well I jumped on the bandwagon</title>
    <published>2005-12-07T20:29:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-07T20:29:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Alan's! 29 or 2 for 50!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Take my damn "quizzie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=581934&amp;amp;rn=%n"&gt;Holler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now aren't you glad you wasted your time?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>wow...it's december</title>
    <published>2005-12-07T01:39:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-07T01:39:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fenix tx</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, because my family sucks at actually being a family, christmas is ruined. as was thanksgiving. So I'm pretty psyched about that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are next week. That's no fun. But I get to go home for 3 weeks. That has its ups and its downs all at the same time. I miss my friends but being in Chesterfield feels like being in an air tight room and every breath you take, you're that much closer to dying. I think that best sums it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fucking mono. cool. when my mom asked me how I got it, she didn't understand that I never knew his name. She'll get it one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow in East Lansing is like heaven. There's nothing like walking around on campus in the snow, hearing the Beaumont Tower's christmas bells and seeing all the green and white lights on Grand River. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSU is love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad cuz I think I got Jenny sick. It's 8:30pm and she's sleeping. She's an old woman's vagina is what she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this was a bunch of randomness. I'm bored because Gilmore Girls is a re-run and I'm waiting for Commander in Chief to come on. wow, that's the most exciting part of my day. how sad. I'm going to go stick my head in the oven. we don't have an oven. damn.</content>
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    <title>$$$</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T23:35:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T23:35:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dumpweed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I decided that I'm going to start selling my organs one at a time until I can buy all of my famliy members christmas presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone need:&lt;br /&gt;-an appendix&lt;br /&gt;-kidney&lt;br /&gt;-liver (wait, i need that)&lt;br /&gt;-goiter (what the fuck is a goiter anyway?!)&lt;br /&gt;-tonsils&lt;br /&gt;-left lung (why not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either this or become an assassin. that sounds pretty fun. watch yo' back biotch</content>
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