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  <title>keep me where i belong</title>
  <subtitle>all wrapped up in wrong</subtitle>
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    <name>Sarah</name>
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  <updated>2008-04-05T02:20:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0netrickpony:92075</id>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2008-03-31T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T14:26:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T02:20:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/deadrobot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dude.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/deadrobot/dude.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.I.P Dude 2000-2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0netrickpony:84621</id>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2007-04-12T19:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T23:49:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T23:49:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/deadrobot/vonnegut.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;RIP Mister Vonnegut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any other news. I finished reading Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita", which is written beautifully. I've got exams starting Monday, and two papers to hand in tomorrow. Also, The Arcade Fire's "Neon Bible" album = brilliant. Neil gave it to me last weekend and I can not stop listening to it.</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2007-02-02T00:43:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T06:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T05:40:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing had been forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Clay turns in to rock and rock just sits&lt;br /&gt;So sitting on a crowded beach&lt;br /&gt;I'd pretend I was a leech&lt;br /&gt;And I'd stick to things here and there&lt;br /&gt;For a little bit&lt;br /&gt;And back when I was thirty-one&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd become what I'd become&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to reveal and nowhere else to turn&lt;br /&gt;So shocked and withered, dumb and bitter&lt;br /&gt;And in need of a babysitter&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly let my hand fall off and burn, burn, burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Back When I was 4&lt;/i&gt; excerpt&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Lewis&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I Foil My Own Plots</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T02:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-16T05:40:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of my anti-romance, love, relationship proclamations I am much more of a romantic than I like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half watching American Idol while working on an assignment for my Blake class, and a man named Sherman Pore, in his sixties, petitioned to audition. His wife of twenty years was diagnosed recently with cancer and she dedicated herself to the petition so it was a way for him to help her  distract herself from her illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died two days before his audition, but he went and sang the song "You Belong to Me" in front of the judges. It was incredibly sad and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just fucking cried like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;See the pyramids around the Nile&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;From the tropic isle&lt;br /&gt;Just remember darling&lt;br /&gt;All the while&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;See the market place&lt;br /&gt;In old Algiers&lt;br /&gt;Send me photographs and souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;When a dream appears&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0netrickpony:73258</id>
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    <title>I think it's the birds that get me</title>
    <published>2007-01-14T20:23:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-16T05:40:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;His blood on my arm is warm as a bird&lt;br /&gt;his heart in my hand is heavy as lead&lt;br /&gt;his eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love&lt;br /&gt;O send out the raven ahead of the dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life in my mouth is less than a man&lt;br /&gt;his death on my breast is harder than stone&lt;br /&gt;his eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love&lt;br /&gt;O send out the raven ahead of the dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O send out the raven ahead of the dove&lt;br /&gt;O sing from your chains where you're chained in a cave&lt;br /&gt;your eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love&lt;br /&gt;your blood in my ballad collapses the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sing from your chains where you're chained in a cave&lt;br /&gt;your eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love&lt;br /&gt;your heart in my hand is heavy as lead&lt;br /&gt;your blood on my arm is warm as a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O break from your branches a green branch of love&lt;br /&gt;after the raven has died for the dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;"Prayer for Messiah"&lt;/font&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;&lt;i&gt;(Wow - Usually I hate this style o' poetry, but I really dig this one. I think this is the first book of poetry I have actually paid for [Leonard Cohen's &lt;u&gt;Stranger Music&lt;/u&gt;] and I'm pretty impressed. Then again, I'm not hard to impress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm really in to The Editors right now - download the song Bullets because I say so)&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-11-29T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T21:11:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T22:24:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I find it absolutely bizarre that I am sitting on my balcony working on a canvas wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Holy shit, it's been a long time since I've picked up my paint brushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Um, hi, Canada? This is Sarah. Where the fuck is winter? Because I'm wearing a t-shirt outside on November 29 and I am still hot. People are wearing flip flops and shorts to classes. Boys are playing football in the streets with no shirts on. Families are eating bbq'd food for dinner. It would all be so pleasant if it wasn't a fierce reminder that our planet's melting. So, any time you want to get back to me with some appropriate snowfall, I'd really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; I requested snow, not a gentle summer rain.</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-10-11T11:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T15:34:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T15:36:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Grizzly Bear + TV on the Radio =  a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love TV. The only song they didn't sing that I wanted them to was Ambulance, but I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I are going to make a band when we learn how to play instruments. What the hell else are we going to do when we graduate as creative writing majors? We don't have a solid career future any way, haha.</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-09-10T22:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T02:32:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T02:34:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Fingers and toes, fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;Forty things we share&lt;br /&gt;Forty one if you include&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we don't care&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-08-19T09:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T13:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T16:47:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How is it that I don't get sick in the winter...but I've been ill twice this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael got mad drunk last night and lost her wallet, which contained my health card. Luckily someone found it and called this morning. Relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work early yesterday. Cancelled all plans, declined all invites and basically slept myself in to mediocre health. Christine and Neil ended up coming over around 10 or 11pm because Neil had a book of mine, and then they cut some stencils at my place and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to get sick too...buahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where now is Karnak, that great fane?&lt;br /&gt;With granite built a miracle&lt;br /&gt;And Luxor smooth without a stain&lt;br /&gt;Whose graven scriptures still we spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl and the jackal may tell&lt;br /&gt;Dark snakes among the ruins climb&lt;br /&gt;Like an echo in a shell&lt;br /&gt;Where are the cities of old time?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-08-16T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T23:08:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T23:14:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Cheer up, honey, I hope you can&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;My mind is filled with silvery star&lt;br /&gt;Honey kisses, clouds of fog&lt;br /&gt;Sugars shrugging off&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, honey, I hope you can&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;My mind is filled with radio cures&lt;br /&gt;Electronic surgical words&lt;br /&gt;Picking apples for kings &amp; queens of things I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, honey, I hope you can&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;My mind is filled with silvery star&lt;br /&gt;Honey kisses, clouds of fog&lt;br /&gt;Picking apples for kings &amp; queens of things I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable&lt;br /&gt;Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable&lt;br /&gt;Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable&lt;br /&gt;Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, honey, I hope you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Radio Cure&lt;/i&gt;, Wilco&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-08-01T10:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T14:59:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T16:44:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">30 more days of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my life has been so surreal lately. Not even surreal good. I just feel like I've been kind of haphazardly passing through and by everything without taking notice or being heavily affected. I mean, I react at the time of certain events and then afterward it's kind of dreamlike. It's like everything that goes on doesn't involve me, I'm just there. It's not such a bad thing...but it's making my life feel really fake and I keep waiting for something to happen [wake up] when nothing will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read me your scripture and&lt;br /&gt;read me your scripture&lt;br /&gt;read me your scripture and I will&lt;br /&gt;twist it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your wrist and I&lt;br /&gt;show me your wrist and&lt;br /&gt;show me your wrist and I'll&lt;br /&gt;kiss it&lt;br /&gt;kiss it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>3</title>
    <published>2006-03-24T00:08:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-14T20:30:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;So we're drinking and we're dancing&lt;br /&gt;and the band is really happening&lt;br /&gt;and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high&lt;br /&gt;And my very sweet companion&lt;br /&gt;she's the Angel of Compassion&lt;br /&gt;and she's rubbing half the world against her thigh&lt;br /&gt;Every drinker, every dancer&lt;br /&gt;lifts a happy face to thank her&lt;br /&gt;and the fiddler fiddles something so sublime&lt;br /&gt;All the women tear their blouses off&lt;br /&gt;and the men they dance on the polka-dots&lt;br /&gt;and it's partner found and it's partner lost&lt;br /&gt;and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's closing time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lonely, we're romantic&lt;br /&gt;and the cider's laced with acid&lt;br /&gt;and the Holy Spirit's crying, 'Where's the beef?'&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is swimming naked&lt;br /&gt;and the summer night is fragrant&lt;br /&gt;with a mighty expectation of relief&lt;br /&gt;So we struggle and we stagger&lt;br /&gt;down the snakes and up the ladder&lt;br /&gt;to the tower where the blessed hours chime&lt;br /&gt;And I swear it happened just like this:&lt;br /&gt;a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss&lt;br /&gt;the Gates of Love they budged an inch&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much has happened since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but closing time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you for your beauty&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't make a fool of me -&lt;br /&gt;you were in it for your beauty too&lt;br /&gt;I loved you for your body&lt;br /&gt;there's a voice that sounds like G-d to me&lt;br /&gt;declaring that your body's really you&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when our love was blessed&lt;br /&gt;and I love you now there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;but sorrow and a sense of overtime&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you since our place got wrecked&lt;br /&gt;I just don't care what happens next&lt;br /&gt;looks like freedom but it feels like death&lt;br /&gt;it's something in between, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's closing time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you since the place got wrecked&lt;br /&gt;by the winds of change and the weeds of sex&lt;br /&gt;looks like freedom but it feels like death&lt;br /&gt;it's something in between, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's closing time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're drinking and we're dancing&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing really happening&lt;br /&gt;the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;and my very close companion&lt;br /&gt;gets me fumbling, get me laughing&lt;br /&gt;she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth&lt;br /&gt;which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth&lt;br /&gt;except to say it isn't worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;And the whole damn place goes crazy twice&lt;br /&gt;and it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ&lt;br /&gt;but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights -&lt;br /&gt;we're busted in the blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of closing time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leonard Cohen &lt;br /&gt;"Closing Time"&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-01-27T21:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T02:53:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T18:31:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Saw &lt;u&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/u&gt; with Lauren. Liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"fuck the poets of the past, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;there are no beautiful suicides&lt;br /&gt;just cold corpses with shit in their pants&lt;br /&gt;and the end of gifts"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-01-26T11:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-26T16:56:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-27T01:01:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/deadrobot/dm-112.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1965-2006&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm on the topic of bad news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/deadrobot/luckyred.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified, now ya'll are too. Your welcome.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-01-14T12:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T17:56:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T21:19:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">full out in house mode scramble. our choices for a 3 bedroom are disgusting. i have to come up with $600 for today to get the only decent place we have looked at. crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[edit]&lt;/b&gt; broker than broke, but we got the apartment and i'm pretty excited about that.</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2006-01-07T01:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-07T06:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-07T06:39:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">group drunk at my place yesterday. watched movies. ate. drank drank drank. passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em woke me up today at 12:30 (hayl was sleeping in my room and everyone else left at 9:00ish) and all three of us went and got our eyebrows waxed by some crazy european lady. dropped hayl off cus she had to work at 5, came home and dyed em's hair brown with pink streaks. now she's a hot little 13 year old. prostitot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris came and got me and we had timmy ho's and visited hayl at work and then watched tv at chris's and ate crooners and garlic until we felt violently ill. travelled to first markham and watched memoirs of a geisha with keitho and ashley. chris and hayl came over for all of twenty minutes and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i think i should probably sleep but i'll most likely stay awake and do something stupid and get mad at myself tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>i walk the line</title>
    <published>2005-12-23T04:34:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-23T04:34:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a lot of working. a lot less sleeping than i wish there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw walk the line with visiting cousin and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting along fairly well with everyone, weird.</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2005-11-21T17:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T22:54:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T22:55:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gorillaz - &lt;i&gt;DARE&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you are exactly like the people you claim to hate.&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; on an unrelated note, bedouin soundclash in less than 3 hours.</content>
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    <title>You got the street smarts but I got the looks</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T06:34:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T07:15:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Iron Chef</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think it's official to say that I will jump Kanye West and/or Steve Carell should I see either of them in public. They are added, of course, to my list that consists of Paul Rudd and Vince Vaughn. I caught half of SNL tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Erin was supposed to come over but she was too hung over and I didn't care, so she didn't. I told Cam my dream and then Lauren told her dream but I won the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lauren, Tanille and I watched &lt;u&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/u&gt; and then we walked to the store at midnight because I wanted to go. I was wearing like ripped jeans and this shirt I've worn for approximately the past two days, and I looked the most decent because we all decided to be hobos today...but apparently I am a fairly decent hobo...does that earn me street cred? I say yes. Yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Came home, caught that SNL and then watched &lt;u&gt;The Corpse Bride&lt;/u&gt; with Tanille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now &lt;u&gt;Iron Chef&lt;/u&gt; is on but I've all ready seen this episode...so I'll probably find something else to watch instead of going to sleep like a &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Gemstone is Ruby&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring, ethusiastic, and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and passionate, with an appetite for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Gemstone Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=7301"&gt;"Which Disney Princess Do You Relate Best To?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://67.15.137.163/quiz2/7301/res9.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU ARE BELLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Pistachio Ice Cream!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/pistachio-ice-cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/icecreamquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindofchocolatequiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Scent is Key Lime&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy, real, and totally smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total flirt who's always ready for a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Scent Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcccc" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size:18pt;"&gt;How to make a Sarah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts jealousy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts courage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part energy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add curiosity to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a &amp;#39;you&amp;#39;?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#99ffff" border="3" bordercolor="#0033ff" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amorous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relaxing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amorous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" style="color: black;"&gt;H&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honorable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/irish-name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grainne Maguire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&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/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Your Japanese Name Is...&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/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kata Genji &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&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/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 21 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=304"&gt;&lt;font color="#505A84"&gt;Which dysfunctional Barbie are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#505A84" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exotic Dancer Barbie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;You love to dance...naked. Too bad your always coming home all sweaty with pole burn. Hey, at least you're raking in the dough.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=304"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border="0" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz304outcome3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=304"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2" color="white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="C0C0C0" face="verdana"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i don't know how that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 17% White Trash.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=35205d9c-5462-4324-926d-bc2d7ca95e98"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=ee0e4a4c-d212-49ac-a0d7-71f0f9dd4eab.gif" alt="Not at all White Trashy!" border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I, my friend, have class.  I am so not white trash.  .  I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box. &lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=35205d9c-5462-4324-926d-bc2d7ca95e98"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;White Trash Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 66% Evil Genius.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=7710f76e-78a7-45c0-863e-f129772764f0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=257eb340-4f95-4369-b8fe-8dc35444f8fa.gif" alt="Deceitful &amp;amp; Crazy!" border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Evil courses through my blood.  Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds.  Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=7710f76e-78a7-45c0-863e-f129772764f0"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Evil Genius Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 43% Hippie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=117e187d-5e57-485e-8d7e-77f0928bd71b"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=f3ee3f21-0358-4265-abc2-2ea6dbd64ba0.gif" alt="Wanna Be Hippie!" border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need to step away from the tie-dye.  I smell too good to be a hippie and my dad is probably a cop.  Being a hippie is not a fashion craze, man.  It was a way of life, in the 60’s, man.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=117e187d-5e57-485e-8d7e-77f0928bd71b"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Hippie Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 53% Asshole/Bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=677b4d56-0480-46a8-9692-91c33814327d.gif" alt="Sort of Assholy or Bitchy!" border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Asshole/Bitch Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 36% Emo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=5aff31b8-1734-4839-ad53-52b636ffb8db"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=595f9da2-750a-42b8-883d-f6e038053568.gif" alt="Semi-Emo ...mummble." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=5aff31b8-1734-4839-ad53-52b636ffb8db"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Emo Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 44% Grunge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=f41448cb-39db-446e-a924-6bda65478cb0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=770fcfcb-5aa7-4c45-b2ab-514104582c3b.gif" alt="Sort of Grunge." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's this? The longest I've been without a shower is three days? Not even close, man. I should go sit out in the rain for a week.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=f41448cb-39db-446e-a924-6bda65478cb0"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Grunge Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 22% Internet Addict.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=9f41fe56-707b-4667-8090-9c248abfc0c2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=13136484-791e-4440-b57c-4d4338727957.gif" alt="Not an Internet Addict." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am amazed that I even found this test.  This is my first time online, isn't it great, I figured out this AOL-thing!  But I don't quite know how to turn the computer off.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=9f41fe56-707b-4667-8090-9c248abfc0c2"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Internet Addict Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 25% Punk Rock.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=9e5e4fb8-f636-4b30-a875-4c9a4f15820f"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=702b59e7-455b-42f4-85de-951aee5260b0.gif" alt="Not Quite Punk." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I may know what punk is, but... Okay maybe some people think I am punk, but is that enough? Nope.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=9e5e4fb8-f636-4b30-a875-4c9a4f15820f"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Punk Rock Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 34% Ska.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=752aa37c-08bb-4b5b-aa33-32de61644807"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=3cae4be3-8a52-4069-9215-dbb304d3f404.gif" alt="Bit -o- Ska!" border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know the scene, I've heard the bands, and I am burned out. Well, these things happen. I will now go ahead and go through the same thing with Punk and Emo.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=752aa37c-08bb-4b5b-aa33-32de61644807"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Ska Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0netrickpony:10924</id>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2005-09-28T16:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T20:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T20:00:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Motion City Soundtrack - &lt;i&gt;Modern Chemistry&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Went to class and have spent the past two or three hours fucking around on my computer. Downloaded iTunes which decided it didn't want to read any of my ripped CDs so uninstalled that, tried three new spyware programs and a bunch of other shit. Now I am revising my chill mix and making it better...which means I all ready wasted three CDs but I don't really care. It's difficult making this CD though because I want to change some of the songs but I've listened to the original so many times that the songs are like imprinted in my mind. I apologize if I make any one a copy that sucks, I'm going to make them crossfade into each other which is also a sketchy situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tattooed my stereo. I opened my Something Corporate &lt;i&gt;North&lt;/i&gt; CD for like ... the second time since I bought it however long ago, and a Something Corporate tattoo fell out. I didn't really know what to do with it so I tattood it to my stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I talked to my mom last night for the first time in a few weeks. Talked to Bronx too and he went nuts. I miss him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; H'okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm done here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0netrickpony:7957</id>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2005-09-20T14:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T18:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T18:31:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NONE because it's friggin broken</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I somehow broke my discman which is really frustrating because now I don't have anything to do when walking to class or working out. Fuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resorted to beating it until I really break it for obvious reasons or until it starts to work again.</content>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2005-09-13T19:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T23:16:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T23:16:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sparta - Collapse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">when should someone feel like they are running out of time with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's an odd question. i've just been thinking a lot today about almost everything and that's one of the things i can't answer that makes me nervous.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0netrickpony:2188</id>
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    <title>0netrickpony @ 2005-09-08T12:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T16:46:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T16:46:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bedouin Soundclash - &lt;i&gt;Rude Boys Abroad&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Approximately five days, Windsor lovin', hot weather, CSI, bike riding, drinking, laughing, drunken phone calling and music listening days later, I now have internet access in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw a dead mouse today on the way back from class and it made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a mother of a photo upload I'll have to do at some point today, but not right now because I don't feel like putting effort into it.</content>
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    <title>Attention All Passengers</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T04:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T04:57:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some public, most friends only because I like to pretend I am a secretive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you want in on the game, leave one and let me know you're adding me.</content>
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