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  <title>An Unforeseen Passage</title>
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    <title>Why do tight pants put you in such a bad mood...</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T22:00:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T22:00:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I left my house at 2 in hopes of getting a new license. Last time I was at the DMV, I got a pic of my mom on my cellphone and that's about it. No license. This time, I sat in my home town with size 0 pants on that I have no reason whatsoever wearing and sat through 1 traffic light for 30 minutes. GRrrrr. When I finally got to Covington to the DMV, it was closed. Great! Everything that I wanted to do today was put on hold b/c I had to go to the gym at 5. I mean I want to I really do but it sucks that I'm expected to do things. And he would say, you don't have to do it. But now that I'm in town I'm expected to do EVERYTHING with him. No exeptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of not being able to do what I want. I'm also tired of not even caring to listen to the people that are in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always do this to everyone that I'm around? Maybe there just needs to be a higher caliber. It's like....get a life. Loosen' up. Have some fun! Let's just be stupid and giddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE SERIOUS ABOUT ANYTHING ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to make me unbelievably happy...that's it...definitely.</content>
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    <title>Kickin Some Chi Omega (12-8) Ass...Reflections on Competition</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T04:09:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T04:09:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It feels good not to feel like a loser. I feel like we really accomplished something. All things come in progress....just think if we had started practicing two weeks before. But I'm glad that no one ever really gets pissed off....they just get a little excited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........I think being in a competitive environment turns you into a different person...football is different...cuz I know that we suck....but in other things....it's like a domination thing....why do people feel the need to be so surperior....it got me thinking about things in our sorority, my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really feel like I should be surperior but thats how life is....the Darwinistic aspects about it....like when people have the instinct to ask others their grades after a test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be horrible if you just sucked at everything....I'm pretty okay at most stuff....but what if people just looked at you and were like ....girl, please....it would be even worse if you thought you were really good but u really sucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....why does this remind me of The Meno.....when Plato notes that it is better to be aware of your ignorance than to be ignorant of your ignorance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....so if I think I know..but you know I really don't....please call me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ex was suppose to come down tonight....told me he needs some talking to and only trusts me....hmmmmm.....I saw a pic of him and he looks different....Who knows???....</content>
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    <title>bananastan @ 2005-08-09T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T05:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T05:12:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What am I going to do this year without that one person to talk to everynight before I go to bed? You know who you are and I miss you already.</content>
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    <title>So long that I had to think twice about my password</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T16:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-04T16:25:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Queen....I want you to ride my bicycle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">While taking "Jane Eyre" back to the Library yesterday, I got this overwhelming feeling of "Was this all worth it?" My summer has basically sucked major ass. Granted, there has been some crazy times mixed in there but also very confusing ones. By the way, I got to chapter 15 in Charlotte Bronte's acclaimed novel. Man I wish I would have read that in high school...talk about some AP English/SAT words. So I've decided to check it out from good 'ol Jack Tarver. (Walking from Gilmer St. up Edgewood Ave. on my morning trek to Alderhold Learning Center for Organic I, there are huge tree pots that are lined up and one of them says Jack Tarver. It's cool b/c it's a 'bottled up Mactown' in the middle of the ATL). It got me imaging what kind of person Jack was....I mean when people saw him where they like....wow..that's Jack Tarver? I mean he has a tree pot near Five Points in downtown Atlanta and a library in Macon. I wonder what else Jack has? Maybe I can go on a little hunt and research Jack's life. Maybe Jack is of the "Jack and Patti" who've been coming into Glenn's BBQ, the restaurant where I work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's finally a sense of rest. The las two days I have waken up at 10:30, it feels amazing. What's crazy is that is around what time I would crawl out of bed last semester. I like being an early bird, you feel so accomplished. When I wake up late, I feel like I've missed the good Lord's bounty! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much stuff that I want to talk about. I met some amazing people this summer. Maybe not amazing, but really made me realize some shit. Good talks. I just don't want to be in my late 20s and going back to school because I'm not happy with any of the decisions that I've made. I guess you can only live every day to the fullest and be content with your decisions. You don't have to be happy but know why you choose them. No more dumb ass decisions for me. That is my goal for the upcoming year. I've had two close encounters this summer and now I know that there's something out there for me. SOmething special, I feel it. Maybe that sounds like "Annie" but I know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about some scary shit. There was a shooting at Stonecrest Mall in the food court where I was eating my Mandarin Express Chinese food. I was on the ground praying to God that the bullets were kept in the air. I heard ping-ping-ping-ping-ping, an automatic. I was crying and Jason jumped on top of me to protect me. It really shows someone's character that they care more to save someone else than themself. It was crazy and a wave of confusion. All of a sudden there were screams and then simultaneously everyone dropped on the floor. EVERYONE! Then mass trampling out the door, and we didn't stop running until we reached the end of the parking lot. I threw up Chinese food b/c I was so sick to my stomach. This is Tax-Free weekend. All those little kids. How can someone be that selfish? It's sickening that something can happen so close to home. But I'm glad that noone got hurt. We watched the news all night. No reports. My dad said that it was probably b/c the area is just building up. They took forever to build the mall b/c the knew that sick ghetto thug bastards would do stuff like this. And of all the places ....the food court...It's like of all the places....the twin towers and pentagon. sick fuckers. But that's what our world's coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made an A....yes an A...in all of my classes but one. That's what I should be studying for right now. Somehow I pulled this shit out of my ass. I worked so hard though. These classes and Political Science at Mercer I really felt like I worked really hard for. I feel so happy and so deserving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had I ever.....alot of new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little teenage girls at my restaurant are sluts, but cool as hell. Who has sex with the owner who has three kids and a wife that comes in all of the time. He is hot though. Better than Salido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will become more regular, like the red tide that comes to me every month. And I can't wait to move into my new house with my new wonderful roomates. I have a feeling that this is going to be a year to remember.</content>
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    <title>What a Wonderful World this could be......</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T02:47:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T02:47:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So there hasn't been much time to do anything lately. The only thing that I'm really looking forward to is going down to Florida to see my little Narveson play baseball. I've been in a daze lately. With stuff on my mind but can't really focus on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my class at Georgia State, I study and chat with post-grad students. They're all born on 1980 or before. My favorite (I guess you would call woman) is named Bae. She was once a mathematics school teacher and taught  in Jasper County for the last 2 years. She realized that teaching wasn't her forte and she rather be a pharmacist. That's kind of random.....all of a sudden just wanting to be a pharmacist. It's a reality check for me. I want to live it up as much as i can but i also want to be set and not have to backtrack in my life. This woman just goes out with friends all of the time, lives with her parents for the moment, and has no boyfriend. But she's so freaking cool. In a way, she reminds me of Ginny Hendley, my O-grouper at school, but she's more down to earth. Just spending time with them has made me realize that I'm glad that I'm focused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time than I need to spend somewhere. That's where I'm at usually. Need to crack the books. Focus bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with those weird ass dress patterns.</content>
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    <title>Like woah....</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T16:54:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I definitely have no more time to get kicked out of any clubs.....how can I stay out late when I have to get up at 6:30 to sit in the morning rush hour 'grind'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fun now is being inconspicuous with a certain someone and playing softball...I've spent the last three nights out and they've made me feel beautiful and funny and wanted. That's a good feeling besides the callouses on my hands from being at the driving range. I definitely want to play with Hassan and a ice cold 40. That would be a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start complaining. I chose this summer to be like this and I don't want it to show on the outside and I don't want to be bitchy, but something's gotta give. No wonder they made a movie with that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..... &lt;br /&gt;Just so I remember my stressful summer let's recount my days of hell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 9-10:30 Organic I (not including rush hour traffic)Workout afterwards 5-1030 (Organic II Lab and class)driving time to Dunwoody&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 9-3 (Organic I Lab and class) 5-9 Work&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday   same as Monday&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 9-3 (Organic I Lab and class)  6-9 Bowling&lt;br /&gt;Friday 9-10:30 Organic I       7-11 Softball (depending how many games I play)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 10-5 Work&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 10-5 Work  ---Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's my online financial accounting class.....oh and i got an internship at a dermatologist's office but haven't called them back because I don't know when the fuck I could squeeze that in....if you have any ideas please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm burnt out and need a fucking break....But this will pay off....I know it....only Organic II is KILLING me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's nice to be amidst the cement life in the ATL...Plus I have free parking for any time I want to go downtown and the free concerts this summer and a free gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed by my golf ball hitting skills yesterday. As I haven't picked up a club in over a year. I was able to hit it rather far with my favorite club - the 3 Wood. Not that I've mastered it or anything but I didn't really miss it. So think if I just practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do business men/women all need to know how to play golf and tennis? Why can't it be like professional beer pong or pool? Why determines 'civilized'?</content>
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    <title>bananastan @ 2005-06-09T01:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-09T05:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-09T05:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You gotta go down before you can come back up.....So I started getting my shit together...need I say more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments throughout the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-read almost a chapter of Organic (even though we are not going over it in class). My teacher asked questions about it...and who could answer them...um...that would be me! Think I've had Organic I....I think not, but I definitley know those NMR proton movements due to shielding and deshielding in particular environments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paid $100 on the credit card bill....(of my own money...even better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-filled out the FAFSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am in the middle of Jane Eyre...which I DREADFULLY wanted to put down...but i treked through it...and now it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-picked up 8 bazillion schedules at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-batted .500 at my softball game and caught every ball hit to me while gaining the respect of my coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- called dermatologists offices and hopefully got an internship but i'm not really sure the woman knows what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a horrible note: I feel like I'm speeding through life. There's no stopping and I need a break so BAD!!! Even on Spring Break this year I was taking tests. Now this summer, every single day of the week I do something....and it's not just a little thing...they're all things that consume hours not just an hour. And when I have my time for fun I go overboard to compensate.  So I need a cruise....I want to take one with my family....mom and dad....but how much fun could that be if they cannot even stand to be around each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marraige: I once was certain...now it's never gonna happen...How can people be so nonchalant about sex? It's such a commitment to me. I just want to have beautiful grandbabies for my mom not to be so lonely anymore...maybe that would keep her in Georgia. I just wish that we could be happy in otherways than shopping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back I've been shopping with my mom everyday...Got some great stuff....but I wish we could spend time together in other ways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy....I can fit into and Abercrombie size 0R jeans...Yay! (Maybe they're just made big!)&lt;br /&gt;....joining the gym tomorrow...not that my car is not leaking fluid like a woman without a tampon...lol</content>
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    <title>bananastan @ 2005-06-08T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T04:47:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T04:47:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Am I trying to hide that much? Am I scared that much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I choose working over the Braves game and then bid for $43 worth of Urban Decay make-up on Ebay? It just doesn't make sense.</content>
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    <title>Shit...No Wonder Jackie and I are Friends...We're Perfect Love Interests</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T19:44:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-04T19:44:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF9AD3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Love Type: ENFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC3E5"&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: INTJ and INFJ&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Who's on the road to...?</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T04:45:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T04:45:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing that's on 95.5 "The Beat" Ugghhh!!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Money.....me! I got a job...no...it's not Hooters. It's even better (except for the making alot of money and being hit on non-stop...I could see how that could be fun...but annoying at the same time). I get to make my own hours so I'll have my credit card bill paid off by the end of the summer. Yay! It's not as much as Cracker Barrel, but I get out a hell of a lot earlier. That is worth it to me. The owner says he likes "fine women" and that would explain that every girl there is about 16, like a cheerleader with very nice bodies. I just think he wants the opportunity and he says he's not sexist..umm...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got what I think is a lesbian girl sending me text messages. She's really cute so I guess it's a compliment, but I don't think I've sworn off guys yet. Her friend was mean to me at the bar and she stood up for me. Then she text messaged me a couple times and wanted me to hang out with her. This girl's not butch either. Oh gosh. Maybe she wants me to be the guy in the relationship. Could I be the guy in a lesbian relationship. Do all butch girls have to cut their hair because if so...I couldn't do it. Hmmm...her name is Misty. M &amp; M. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like random phone calls. They're always the best to get and especially when you think that person has TOTALLY forgotten about you. I hope to get some more.</content>
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    <title>Contemplation......</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T06:11:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T06:11:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Mexican Music played for Raphael Furcal!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why didn't I just stick through Organic in the first place? If I would of had a book, this shit would of been a hell of alot easier. No wonder I didn't understand what the fuck he was saying in class. You pretty much have to teach this stuff to yourself. And I think I'm getting it...finally! I just have to catch up an entire semester. But wow is it interesting....I know the expanded structural formula, condensed structural formula, line-bond formula, and molecular formula of the ingredients in my CompoundW Wart Remover: propane and butane...+ something else....?.  That's amazing. This shit is actually pretty cool...Woah. I never thought I would say that.. So I'm kicking my ass now, but instead of this stuff being a drag..it might turn out pretty exciting...LOL "This Chemistry is Blowing my mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice talking to your best friend's parents, especially when they've known you since you were 6 years old and you can almost appreciate their daughter as much as they do. It's even nicer when they are proud of you and you surprise them. The comment that Eddie Koch made was "I can't see you reading books for pleasure" My rebuttle "Au contraire...this summer I plan to become more intellectual...I'm almost finished with 'The Catcher in the Rye' and on to 'Jane Eyre' along with my Financial Accounting book and Organic Chemistry according to Carey" This is a man who spends his time at home searching aviationvideos.com (CHECK IT OUT!) and EBAUM'S World which can I say is kind of amusing for an older man. But you gotta love his braces and speech impedement...LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a mean and nasty vicious note.....(And with the help of my mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that you're jealous of me. Apparently it's been this way for most of our relationship. Please just be happy for me and not try to hurt me or bring me down. Why do you steal everything away from me after I'm gone and done with it? Sure ...the only reason that you can have it is because I'm not around and you're the only one there. They have to take you. Yes that is an absolutely horrible comment but I think it's kind of true. Stop thinking about yourself and actually listen to someone else for a moment. There is something that is called "being happy with what you have" and you don't always have to look for the better thing. You're never going to be happy like that. I am not a better person than you, and I know that you are a good friend to me. But please....I cannot handle this viciousness (if that's what it is?) and all I want is for you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! The Braves beat the Mets tonight. I'm so happy that I have Best Friends at Mercer. I never thought that I would be able to say that. I feel truly confident and happy with people...like I can truly confide. Or did they just wanna watch the Braves game. LOL! And I witnessed a foul ball catchage. It was amazing and I'm surprised that I didn't get knocked out. After searching for Shannon's boyfriend's friend's Lexus box for 5 million hours and the drinks that were engulfed....not good. But I really don't give a shit if I like to drink. It doesn't interfere with anything.....and I will not let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I think my angel and devil on my shoulder are fighting....I wonder who will win....?</content>
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    <title>Forever and a day.....</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T05:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T05:02:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thinking that I would be able to meet my friends for a night full of festivities and fun.....I went to help my mother at her work. All of her bitchy ass co-workers were there and I wanted to attack them like a wild crow on a road-killed opossum relentlessly and peel and peck off every part of their flesh. I despise them. They treat my mother like crap and I cannot even look at them when I am around. This one woman in particular, Janet, who my mother has helped so much but this woman keeps backstabbing her. My mother has helped her attain every job that this woman has gotten since she lived in Conyers. Yet this woman still decides to tell lies about my mother and always seems to have my mom quit her job so she can achieve the position. My female bitch cat-like ways came out in me when I saw her beady little eyes through her glasses. Meow! Hiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I spent 2 and a half hours at Kroger, there was no way that I could go out with my friends. It was my night to try my fake id out but that evidently did not happen. I spent approximately 1 hour sorting through coupons and the rest of the time searching through the specific products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dying to finish reading The Catcher in the Rye. Surprisingly I've already read 1/3 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I attracted to ghetto fabulous people? Do I have a black gene?</content>
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    <title>My First Two....</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T14:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T14:43:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>haven't been listening</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Along with my Organic Chemistry and Financial Accounting books (Yes I have already made a Balance Sheet, Retained Earnings Statement, Income Statement, and Cash Flows sheet. And I don't know what the hell is going on in Organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to the school yesterday at 3 knowing that my class doesn't start until 5, but I wanted to make sure that I beat traffic. Well I got up there at 3:30 and sat around for an hour and a half. Then I went to my lab class and it was cancled. So my next class started at 8. That's about 5 hours that I just sat around and wasted my day. Needless to say, I learned alot about the financial world and made 100 on my first quiz. It was probably because it was over the syllabus (but 100 is 100!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip to the Library and after searching for The Da Vinci Code and The Purpose Driven Life. Of course everyone wants to read stuff like that so they were checked out. Instead I looked on the Internet and went the this site called "The Librarians Top 100." Okay, most librarians in my mind are divorced women who find their solace in reading and eating chocolate. Of course, the number 1 book would be Pride and Predjudice. (Which I have read).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started down the list on the first books that I haven't read. I will be starting with "The Cathcher in the Rye" and then proceed to "Jane Eyre".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all of the book recommendations that I have received and will get to them as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be such a crappy day, I just want to lay out?</content>
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    <title>Need some advice</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T05:30:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T05:30:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So when thinking about my summer goals, I was contemplating the books that I would like to read. So I was wondering if there are any books that are determined "Important Books to Read" or book that have influenced, shocked, or amazed you. Please let me know so I can add them to my list. I have determined that I want to expand my horizons as an intellectual. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know.</content>
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    <title>A Grand Beginning.....</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T04:48:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T04:48:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eminem's da doying doying song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The summer started with a beautiful wedding and an open bar. I have decided that it is a must at my wedding. And are expensive weddings a must? I mean...it's a once in a lifetime event (you only get married to one person once). Should you pay so much for a wedding knowing that over 50% of couples get divorced. Is it going to matter in the end if you had salmon, steak, and beef along with every kind of side dish known to man. It was definitely beautiful, but is it worth it? Couldn't you spend that money towards something else...like a down payment on a house? Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the wedding and dancing with my mother. She's quite a funny drinker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up having many numbers called on my cellular and an interesting text message to a certain gentleman. Hey ...the truth comes out when you're drunk...or so they say. I guess that situation can only be resolved over time. It will eventually work all the little kinks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Federal Employees have to be so "by the book"? I just want to be able to receive HOPE for my summer classes. I need a PIN and cannot wait 10-12 days for it to come by mail. Then why do you think I'm a transfer student when I say over and over again that I am a transient. You tell me the wrong thing to do and I waste my day trying to do it. Hopefully all of this will be settled by the time I get up at 7 to figure out my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's going to be crazy because there's already been drama with the girl friends. One thinks she is pregnant (the test said she wasn't though!) and the other is fighting with her boyfriend who hates that she's pretty. Stop being so jealous and controlling! If it's like this now just think about later. After a long hauled trip to Athens I was worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Southern women and their cooking. MMMMmmmm...good! Cream corn where they cut the kernels off of the cob and give it some special touch and it comes out amazing. I need to learn to cook like that. At the rate I'm going I'll just have TV dinners next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Shannon couldn't come, I had a great time at Greg's baseball game. Where I once again sported Clint's oh so lovely John Deere hat. His friend called Janet today and I was just imaging their conversation on the phone. Him "You got big titties...I like big titties". Her "I have a boyfriend...well we're kind of together...actually, i don't like to put labels on things". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get the shit together tomorrow and hopefully we will have a job as well.</content>
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    <title>An Addition to Last Night....</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T00:12:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T00:12:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I think me having Lisa's id is really going to work out...I got into this bar without a second glance. But maybe it will get me into trouble as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being with the couples (looking at them made me real sad), I unfortunately went on a pursuit. One thing good came out of it. I gained a John Deere hat that served me well when I went Muddin', Whollerin', Mud Boggin'. Whatever you wanna call it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO......Janet and I drove to Milledgeville to meet some of my boys from C-town to go 4-wheel riding. The mud on Janet was definitely lighter than her skin color. Her and I have spent a lot of time together lately. I really appreciate her and we've had a grand time together. She had me cracking up the whole entire time. Plus she had two huge hand prints on her titties that I put there. We had a FREE mud bath. I realized today that I would go crazy without this girl and our conversations (*very dramatic Janae).&lt;br /&gt;"10 Pumps...Thrusts"...Whatever it's the same....He's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rather side note:&lt;br /&gt;You can NOT eat hushpuppies without ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the summer....I'm leaving tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>Hmmmmm</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T05:45:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T05:45:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm at campus all alone....no not really. I've been with all my friends. By the way...I'm drunk right now. Actually.. I was with all of the couples tonight....waiting on a drink and I got one from Clint (the 30 yr old man) that lives in jones co.. LOL! I kinda feel bad, but I tried to work with him on his confidence. I tried to tell him that any girl that tried to talk to him would not want to talk to him if he was so unconfident. He was cuter than his friends...Sorry...the mother is calling...I'll finish later....By the way..A bird pooped on me the other day....</content>
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    <title>Woah....is this true or what?</title>
    <published>2005-05-08T20:08:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-08T20:08:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Turned my frown upside down...</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T01:08:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T01:08:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cruisin down the street in my impala</lj:music>
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    <title>Friends....</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T07:34:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-30T07:34:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Happy Nasty Song that Jackie Plays</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here's a time where I really wish that I had someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been to the "blackout" party and been with girls flirting with guys and wanting to go homewith them and that is not me. I know that is not me and I don't like that. Not only that, I wish I had someone here, that was a BESTEST friend. Maybe I have that, I don't know, but I don't think so. I want someone that I don't get tired of and want to be around 24/7 and makes me smile and laugh and just genuinely happy. Where is that for me? I have friends and I know that. But not anyone that I could just crash in their bed real late at night and them know it was me and tell me that I'm their best friend and they love me. I have that at home, but will I ever have it here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably contemplating all of this stuff, because I feel like I don't understand where I am in a lot of my relationships right now. It's not like it matters right now anyways, because there's only a week and a half of school left. The people that I've been showing the most attention to are going to leave in a week in a half anyways and who knows if I'll ever see them again. I HATE that feeling: losing people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;Every girl I was with tonight is somehow with a guy. I do not like that guys here and want nothing to do with them. I hate yet love the age that I am and how guys feel like they must prove their manliness. So I'm patiently waiting...Every day I think about how I made the wrong decision and how lonely I am. But I guess that is a part of independence. Perhaps, a reality check?</content>
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    <title>bananastan @ 2005-04-28T15:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T19:26:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T19:26:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Disney's finest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hits home hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's TIME to SHINE!</content>
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    <title>Nevermind</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T15:57:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T15:57:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No, I'm going to positive about this experience. Life's too short to be pissed off about the little things and I just have to thank Jason for that. So after my lovely layout/nap today, it's on like neckbone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not why I was upset but it's another factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice to all boys that are drunk and try to talk to me:    (Not to sound cocky)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too good for you and I've realized that. Stop coming up to me....... and telling me that you want me, because tomorrow you won't......and telling me that I'm beautiful because I don't need you to do that......licking your lips like that..........trying to stay at Sherwood.......buying me drinks and expecting something in return (I'm down with friendship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm not a hoe. I don't want you and just leave me the FUCK alone. I'm not into hook-up upon hook-up. That is really and truly not me. Yes, sometimes due to alcohol you think that you and someone have something special but you really don't and I've realized that now. I don't want any of you. So I wanna be your friend but besides that-you better be pretty damn special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wishing I was a lesbian so I wouldn't have to deal with someone not caring about my feelings.</content>
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    <title>UGHHHH!</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T15:45:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T15:45:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I WANT TO GO HOME NOW! I'm sick of school and everything needs to fit in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect quote for this daunting day ""Be who you are and say what you feel b/c those who mind dont matter and those who matter dont mind"</content>
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    <title>And we are the champions my friend.....</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T03:31:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T03:31:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So we were beating the SHIZIT out of Phi Mu tonight in softball. It was 10-0 at one point but then of course I start pitching bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But......Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won; the first intramural ever besides bowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Chrystal Bate for being a hard ass and running/knocking her over!</content>
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    <title>Yeah it Does....</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T17:08:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T17:08:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/pubichairquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/pubichairc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You're a Speed Strip!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of someone looking at your lil bit of hair in a speed strip isn't just seductive and a suggestion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge turn on. You love thinking of someone licking your coochie hair!	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/pubichairquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Pubic Hair Style?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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