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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:6360</id>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-06-20T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-21T03:35:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Last week at Colonial Days, a redneck carnie who talked us into buying lemonade told me that I had one of those good boyfriends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My new supervisor at work keeps telling me to just give it time and learn and to not just take a break but enjoy it, and winks at me when I’m ringing people up by myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Tonight an older gentleman who can be quite a creepster and was slightly inebriated, yet is still incredibly entertaining and wise told me I was a beautiful girl who should always put herself first and never settle in anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Sometimes I think I like random strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:5945</id>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-06-16T22:34:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T02:55:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T02:57:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It's amazing,&amp;nbsp;revisiting thoughts you forgot you'd had. Emptying out my school stuff today I found a bunch of pro/con lists, wish lists, and tidbits that I forgot about entirely. Even though some of it hurts to look at, a lot is good times that are nice to remember. I should get in the habit of writing things down&amp;nbsp;again. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:5754</id>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-06-05T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T01:25:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T01:25:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My horoscope this morning read “Enjoy the good energy that's streaming all around you.” And it was right. I felt an overall good vibe today. Well, on the one hand, people can be just as you expect them to be, like when they just stare at you instead of opening the locked door you’re knocking on. But sometimes, people can be generous, like when your boy literally offers you the shirt off his back or when you need a library computer for a class and someone willingly gets up. That was a really refreshing moment today. Our math class was signed up for the computers and being the last one there, it turned out there weren’t any more available. But some kid I’ve never met offered me his and was really pleasant and smiled about it, instead of how most people would act like it was a hassle. Even if it was small, it’s nice to remember that there’s good in people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Tomorrow is the senior trip, so excluding that there are three days left in high school ever. That is still pretty hard to wrap my mind around. As lame as it sounds, I’m probably going to be the poor sap that misses high school. Maybe not the place, but definitely the people. Some of my best friends I’m hardly going to see again, all of the people I have coexisted with and known who they were and what that meant I may never speak to again, some of the people I have pictures of from ten years ago will keep on changing. It’s like, even though we were never that close I know that the past four years, or the past seven years, or twelve years would not have been the same without them. Some of them were assholes, or scary, others were actually good people who have inspired me. The people I’ve been surrounded by have defined my high school experience. So the long and short of it is, the end is rapidly approaching and even though high school sucked, I’m glad I went through it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;But summer is coming and that means sleep and sun and work and good times. It feels like soon I’ll be able to know this is that last time I’ll ever speak to so-and-so, so I feel lucky to have the few friends I’ve gotten to know better this year, and I like knowing I get to hang onto them for a while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;: )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-04-29T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T00:03:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T00:03:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is not me looking back on my life remembering the things that have happened. This is happenning right now. This is me making it up as I go, seeing everything for the first time, knowng every decision impacts my future. It's sad that I still have to remind myself of that.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: see the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; take everything in while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; live in the moment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:5229</id>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-04-12T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T03:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T03:28:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Love is living. And right now I love life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so high on energy drinks and swing sets right now, and spent the last five hours without a care, and I haven't laughed so much in ages. I might throw up before the night is over, but this is what it's all about.. Times like this make it worth it.</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-02-16T14:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T19:20:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T19:20:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jared Campbell- Rest Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So O'Leary's house was a lot of fun. It was great to see a lot of people I haven't seen in a long time. Especially Demon. I've missed her and her hugs and her stories so much. What else? Jesus freaks, bad dancing, lots of talking. Good times. *bows to O'Leary*&lt;br /&gt;And now we have break, but I have no idea if I'll have a life this week, which has left me bored and restless.</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-01-21T20:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T01:42:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T01:42:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shout Out Louds- Very Loud</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Semi was amazingly fun. Everyone looked gorgeous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Family. Pictures. Laughing. Dancing. Spice Girls. Water. Daft Punk. Denny's. Bacon and cheesecake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly even remember much of it except that I was surrounded by amazing friends and this incredible boy that makes me smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night/this morning we got to party it up at O'Leary's. I love girls' nights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned last night: Cut up cheeseburgers are almost as good as mini cheeseburgers. Monster is crack and I love it. Lock the doors if there are creepy people just sitting in parking lots. "AIDS" is "Awesome." O'Leary can sleep through anything. Sunrises are pretty. Even though we almost died and now have some questionable stories to tell (you like it), the night was fantastic fun overall. We&amp;nbsp;couldn't stop laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;wanted to&amp;nbsp;go to bed&amp;nbsp;at 8 this morning while watching Space Jam, but&amp;nbsp;the cleaning lady had to show up for her job and ruin it. And then we were rudely awakened *cough*Rachel*cough* at 11:20. I admire our ability to have all three of us ready in under an hour, because next we went to Soul Full and Wegmans and Malinda's with the boys. All of which we were half awake for. Life is good.&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:4579</id>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2008-01-16T20:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T01:45:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Woot! I just kicked this history internal assessment's ass.&amp;nbsp;I am the smartest man alive.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I still have two photography critiques and a Bell Jar essay that I haven't started yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose it doesn't matter. I've felt&amp;nbsp;so light I've wanted to burst into song&amp;nbsp;for the past few hours. And I feel like I have a lot to look forward to. Building stairs, dressing up, sleeping in, partying. Can't wait.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:3490</id>
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    <title>pray for daylight, pray for morning</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T02:24:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T02:24:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Ramones-It's a Long Way Back</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Life is increasingly becoming more difficult and stressful than I feel it should be. I’m smart, I shouldn’t be this bogged down with so much work. I’m young, I should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot wait for this week to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:h3h3_atcw:3261</id>
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    <title>Why don't we go and live in Barcelona?</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T23:29:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T23:29:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Friend the Chocolate Cake- Talk About Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I've been on a happy high for days now. I don't know&amp;nbsp;how long it will last but I want everyone else to be happy too.</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-10-30T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T02:33:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T02:33:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I think something's wrong with me. Tomorrow is Halloween, and suddenly I'm very&amp;nbsp;excited for Christmas. So much for fighting corporate America.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-10-19T23:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-20T03:36:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-20T03:36:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I love life. I love people. I love spontaneity. We won the East/West game for the first time in 14 years and I actually cared. The pep assembly was actually fun and, I’m ashamed to say, it got me kind of excited. Then the game was a good time. Well, except for the rain. But so much was going on&amp;nbsp;and I got to see&amp;nbsp;so many people. For the first time I actually sat and watched the game while Dan and Nate showed off their manliness by explaining it to me and Rachel. Then we went to Denny’s and met up with everyone. Denny’s of course equals sugar shots which equals insane. Then Danny came in with the infamous Brian. And… we scared the hell out of him. But even that was amusing. Especially since Lindsay acts like she’s drunk and Moses is creepy. Wow, we kind of make a bad impression. But anyway, I get to go watch Clue with Lindsay&amp;nbsp;now and I get to sleep in tomorrow, so I get to fall asleep happy. Goodnight. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-09-23T09:36:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T13:40:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T13:40:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Come With Me-Town Pants</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I love Irishness. I love crowds. I love Smarties. I love singing. I love yelling. I love jumping. I love dancing. I love my friends. I love sexy, rock and roll fiddles. I love musicians pointing at us. I love tap water. I love hackysack. I love clapping until my hands are numb. I love the Town Pants.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-07-13T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-13T19:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-13T19:01:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Voltaire-Love Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright. Breathe. It's okay. Caitlin just dropped her laptop, but it's okay. Sigh. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I went for a bike ride today from my house to Corning with Corey. The only reason I agreed to it is because that is a route he is familiar with. But the whole time I was pretty nervous because I'm just a little person surrounded by big cars that I don't trust. But it was all good and I didn't die, so woot for me.&lt;br /&gt;So drivers ed has been going well. Ms Weale doesn't seem as bad as Lindsay made her out to be, but there's still time. I went out driving with my dad and I went fifty for the first time, so that's pretty bitchin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else in my life except I'm probably going to the Gorge tomorrow which I love and have missed greatly. If only I could find my camera.</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-07-02T11:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-02T15:51:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-02T15:51:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stay on the Line- Jared Campbell</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hellz yeah. I get paid this week! And I get to set up a savings account today. This whole process has made me realize that I know nothing about money or banks. But I get paid! I seem pathetic, but I've never had a real job before, so this is all very exciting. And soon, probably today, I get&amp;nbsp;my badge that allows me to open doors that you can't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Along with work, I have been experiencing other stereotypically teenage events, such as driving. I went out driving with my dad which was 1) kind of strange because I don't spend a lot of time with my dad, and 2) extremely helpful because he really knows what he's talking about. He has taught me turning, parking, and starting off on a hill without rolling backward. All of which I still need to work on.&amp;nbsp;Ooh-- and I drove to school. It was my first time on a city road.&amp;nbsp;I'm really glad I've actually been out driving because I'd hate to make an ass out of myself in drivers ed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of drivers ed, I have Satan as an instructor.&amp;nbsp;A woman named Ms. Weale, who I am told is a horrible rotton person who will strip away any self esteem I had in me. Lindsay had her last year, and she says not only did this person hate everyone in the car, but she taught them essentially nothing about driving.&amp;nbsp;So I guess I have that to look foreward to this week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My boss&amp;nbsp;says to have a sense of humor about it, but class starts on Friday and I'm dreading it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Let us focus on some more positive things. It was good to spend time with&amp;nbsp;my dad yesterday. After driving we rode around town on our new bikes. I haven't had a bike in five years, but I like this one. Well, besides the fact that&amp;nbsp;my butt and my knees hurt today. After Lindsay and Corey got out of work, we all rode down to Hokey Pokey for ice cream. Now all we need is for my mom to get a bike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last Friday Lindsay, Corey, and I went to a zoo! We rode in a car for hours with MapQuest directions up to Buffalo to see the zoo and the aquarium. Let me tell you something: MapQuest sucks. We had to stop at two gas stations to ask for directions and spent some of the time just winging it. But it was cool. Lindsay got some great pictures. There were gorillas and one threw a plastic barrel at the other. And a zebra that got up close to us. And at the aquarium we saw the sealion show. It was a pretty great trip.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-06-10T15:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T19:11:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T19:11:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to the carnie yesterday! I didn't get to go to the parade because evvvvveeerrryyyone had to work, but later I went to Colonial Days with Lindsay, Corey, and Tom, and met up with a bunch of people there. I'm so proud of myself because this year I went on all but two of the big people rides. I usually only go on about three, but this year a certain someone gave me the courage to go on some of the ones I was always too afraid to go on. But I didn't go on the ferris wheel. But I may have if it wasn't a creeking, scary tin can set up by carnies. I just don't trust it. But as for that high swinging one that looks like ship-- super fun.</content>
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    <title>h3h3_atcw @ 2007-05-29T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-29T22:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-29T22:35:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jarred Campbell-Stay on the Line</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So prom was fun. Before the big event, Lindsay, Corey, Tom, and I went to Applebees for lunch. It was fun and I learned that men do not understand how women can possibly keep a strapless dress up. I also learned that the waiters are required to offer all customers a margarita... so I had to fight the urge to be a smart-ass and say "Yeah, I'll have one of those." Then we got home and my aunt helped us get ready. Then pictures... Lots of them... By a lot of people so we didn't know which direction to look in. But it was worth it because Tom and Lindsay looked smashing, and Corey was amazing. We got there a little early, so we were outside talking to all of our friends (who were gorgeous as well) until we got to go inside. Then we got pictures out of the way and found ourselves a table. We sat with the most random people throughout prom. Last year we sat with Corey's friends, but this year we didn't sit with that group or my friends really. We were with, like, Moses, Nate, Mary and Mike, and a few others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love getting all dressed up and dancing. Even at the expense of my feet. haha. There was this one technoish song that pretty much the whole floor was jumping up and down to in unison. It was great. It made me want to go to a rave. Then after prom, we tagged along with my friends to Denny's (Lindsay got her way). That was pretty fun, even though I know some people didn't think so. And we had to give Kyle a ride up there, so he got in the car and was like, "So what's your name?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ... Don't you think you should know the name of the person who is driving you? But he was fun to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;Overall the night was fun, romantic, enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;So right now I have just literally climbed over my couch and am now laying amongst a pile of pillows. We just stained the livingroom floors, so all of those couches are&amp;nbsp;shoved in&amp;nbsp;the family room like Tetris blocks. It's actually quite a cozy situation for lounging.</content>
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    <title>Hell yes.</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T19:57:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T22:42:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Godsmack- No Rest for the Wicked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I get to go to Godsmack tomorrow! I get to ride in a car for three hours&amp;nbsp;to go to a concert, then sleep pretty much at a stranger's house and get up early in the morning. Imagine being in a car with excited teenagers for three hours... I feel kind of bad for Corey's mom.... But I'm excited, especially since this almost didn't happen. And I get to miss work at the museum on Sunday! Woot!</content>
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    <title>Lalala-lala-lala and we danced anyway</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T00:39:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T00:42:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Town Pants - Come With Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm glad I'm learning to act my age. To not get caught up in everything. To not worry. To live life and truly appreciate the&amp;nbsp;people in it. Close friends and people I know I'll likely never talk to again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I used to feel isolated because I'd worry too much that I'd stumble over my words (which I often did) and make a fool of myself. So any time I got to spend&amp;nbsp;interacting with people (and having it go smoothly) felt like the best time of&amp;nbsp;my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I got to hang out with a large group of my friends, new and old. They have been telling me today that Firday was one of the best times they've ever had. They were really happy. Especially one of my new friends, who reminds me of my old socially awkward tendencies. She thought it was simply amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So that got me thinking. At this point in my life, I can say that I'm not paranoid&amp;nbsp;as much about what&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;think of me. I'm not paranoid about looking stupid. I can&amp;nbsp;have fun without thinking it is a momentous achievement.&amp;nbsp;It was great to&amp;nbsp;have that much fun on Friday. I'm really glad I'm not the same person I was two years ago. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>We can't change the way they think, so we're not changing anything</title>
    <published>2007-05-12T15:25:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-12T15:25:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eve 6 - Here's to the Night</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Seven things that scare you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Spiders&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Vacuums&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Heights&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being good enough&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The dark (used to be a big one for me)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Bees&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Physical pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you love: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; 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