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  <title>Hey, I like to expand my horizons.</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:58903</id>
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    <title>I made a new journal.</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T13:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T13:31:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Um. I don't know if I'm gonna use it much. But I miiight. We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;This username that i have now is kinda weird. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_randityler' lj:user='randityler' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://randityler.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://randityler.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;randityler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:58793</id>
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    <title>BLAH!</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T13:07:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T13:07:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's so freakin' pretty out!&lt;br /&gt;I have Russ's N80 and a million rolls of film.&lt;br /&gt;Someone come hang out today and take pictures with me! PLEASE? :)&lt;br /&gt;You can use my rebellll! DOOO IT</content>
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    <title>eroticantibiotc @ 2005-05-16T13:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T17:40:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T17:40:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can someone explain to me why I haven't been listening to anything but Sublime and ghetto music for the past 3 days? Yeah. Kinda weird. It happens I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's in my marketing class today. I guess it was senior skip day? Whatever. I guess this is what it's gonna be like next week. Pft. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something to my hair. I don't think I like it. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures when I get home of my new hair and of prom. I guess. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really disconnected lately. It sucks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:58357</id>
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    <title>Bleehhh</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T14:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T14:27:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not going to write about prom. It was fun kinda. But not $300+ worth of fun. That's for damn sure.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put pictures up later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:57892</id>
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    <title>HOLY KORTNIE'S 17 AND  PROM DAY!</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T13:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T13:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v480/thelastlieitold/a7e6b0f2.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday lady. You're awesome.I can always rely on you for entertainment, whether it be you verbally kicking someone's ass or just cracking a joke. You're hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. It's prom. The end</content>
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    <title>School is weird.</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T15:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T15:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know where I got this fucking cold from, but when I find out... I will BOOT whoever it is from in the face. IN THE FACE. No medicine is working. It's just there and it won't go away. My chest, head and of course nose are all stuffy. I keep sneezing and coughing. My throat hurts too. Fantastic. It's not slowing me down or anything, I'm just talking funny. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the coupley couples in my school. You know what I mean? The ones who won't seperate from eachother no matter what. Like God forbid they don't see eachother between EVERY class. And do they really need to push eachother against lockers and make out every two seconds? I don't get it. Everyone knows you like eachother. It seems like an ownership thing to me. I don't like it. Maybe I'm just jealous. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have detention today. Blaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's prom. OH SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tonight, 5-10. Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booooooooored. I am hungry. i have 3rd lunch and no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?</content>
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    <title>My daily marketing update</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T13:36:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T13:36:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahhh. i'm bored and tired. What else is new?&lt;br /&gt;We just watched Spongebob. What that has to do with Marketing, I don't know. But whatever. It killed a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing today after school. I do know that sometime before Friday, I need to get new prom shoes, some jewelry, my nails filled, and something else that I don't really remember right now... OH a hair accessory type dealie. So yeah, I have a bunch of shit to do. I also have to buy Bry's buttoniere thing. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is getting crazy. Everyone's freaking out. I'm excited, but stressed at the same time. Whatever, I'm sure Mr. Moore will show me a good time and visa versa. Mmhm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.</content>
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    <title>Bored in marketing</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T12:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T12:19:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bold the stuff from the 90's an whatnot that you remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;101 Dalmations&lt;br /&gt;3-2-1 Contact&lt;br /&gt;A Little Princess&lt;br /&gt;AAH! Real Monsters&lt;br /&gt;Adventures in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;All That&lt;br /&gt;Allegra's Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Girl&lt;br /&gt;Angry Beavers&lt;br /&gt;Animaniacs&lt;br /&gt;Animorphs&lt;br /&gt;Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;br /&gt;Bailey School Kids&lt;br /&gt;Barbies&lt;br /&gt;Beanie Babies&lt;br /&gt;Black Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Boxcar Kids&lt;br /&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;br /&gt;Candyland&lt;br /&gt;Care Bears&lt;br /&gt;Choose Your Own Adventure&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa Explains It All&lt;br /&gt;Clueless&lt;br /&gt;Cooties&lt;br /&gt;Creepy Crawlers&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;Disney Watchers&lt;br /&gt;Don't Break the Ice&lt;br /&gt;Don't Wake Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Double Dare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbo's Circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncans!!&lt;br /&gt;Dunkaroos&lt;br /&gt;Easy Bake Oven&lt;br /&gt;Eerie Indiana &lt;br /&gt;Ernest Movies&lt;br /&gt;Eureka's Castle&lt;br /&gt;Family Ties&lt;br /&gt;Felix The Cat&lt;br /&gt;Fern Gully&lt;br /&gt;Flipper&lt;br /&gt;Flower Making Kits&lt;br /&gt;Fraggle Rock&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Prince of Bel-Air&lt;br /&gt;Full House&lt;br /&gt;G.I. Joe&lt;br /&gt;G.U.T.S.&lt;br /&gt;Ghostwriter&lt;br /&gt;Goodburger&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;Growing Pains&lt;br /&gt;Gullah Gullah Island&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Bears&lt;br /&gt;Hanson&lt;br /&gt;Hey Arnold!&lt;br /&gt;Hocus Pocus&lt;br /&gt;Home Improvement&lt;br /&gt;Homeward Bound&lt;br /&gt;Hot Wheels&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Hungry Hippos&lt;br /&gt;Hypercolor T-Shirts&lt;br /&gt;If You Give A Mouse A Cookie&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Gadget&lt;br /&gt;Island of the Blue Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Jellies&lt;br /&gt;Jenga&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Taylor Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Kablam&lt;br /&gt;Kenan and Kel&lt;br /&gt;Koala Yummies&lt;br /&gt;Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;Lady Lovely Locks&lt;br /&gt;Land Before Time&lt;br /&gt;Legends of the Hidden Temple&lt;br /&gt;Lite Brite&lt;br /&gt;Little Pony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Attic Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milo and Otis&lt;br /&gt;Mork and Mindy&lt;br /&gt;Mousetrap&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Piggle Wiggle&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Babies&lt;br /&gt;My Brother and Me&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Files of Shelby Woo&lt;br /&gt;Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;Nick Magazine&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pete and Pete&lt;br /&gt;Pete's Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and the Brain&lt;br /&gt;Playdough McDonald's Sets&lt;br /&gt;Pogs&lt;br /&gt;Polly Pocket&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;Radio Flyer&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Brite&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Fish&lt;br /&gt;Ramona Quimby&lt;br /&gt;Ren and Stimpy&lt;br /&gt;Richard Scarry&lt;br /&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;Rocko's Modern Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roundhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabrina, the Teenage Witch&lt;br /&gt;Saddle Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Salute Your Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Saved By The Bell&lt;br /&gt;Scrunchies&lt;br /&gt;Secret of NIMH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret of Roan Inish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secret World of Alex Mack&lt;br /&gt;Side Ponytails&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;Sky Dancers&lt;br /&gt;Snick&lt;br /&gt;Snick Snacks&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Space Cases&lt;br /&gt;Step By Step&lt;br /&gt;Stick Stickley Write to me, Stick Stickley, PO Box 963, NYC, NY State, 10108*&lt;br /&gt;Stirrup Pants&lt;br /&gt;Tamagotchies&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;TGIF on ABC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Yellow Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Babysitter's Club&lt;br /&gt;The castles that made tea sets&lt;br /&gt;The Goonies&lt;br /&gt;The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Show&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;The Torklesons&lt;br /&gt;Third Rock From The Sun&lt;br /&gt;Tinker Toys&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Toons&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Huck&lt;br /&gt;Tracey Ullman Show&lt;br /&gt;Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Tuck Everlasting [before it was a movie]&lt;br /&gt;Underdog&lt;br /&gt;Wayside School&lt;br /&gt;Weinerville (BEST FUCKING SHOW EVER!)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Freshman&lt;br /&gt;What Would You Do?&lt;br /&gt;Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?&lt;br /&gt;Who Framed Roger Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;Wild and Crazy Kids&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Do That On Television&lt;br /&gt;Yo-Yos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rule.</content>
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    <title>I neglect livejournal too much.</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T15:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T15:24:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None. My nails make funny noises on the keyboard!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm supposed to be writing an English paper. Well, it's not due til Monday, but in all honesty, there's no way I'm going to do it over the weekend. I'm such a slacker. It doesn't really matter though because no matter what I get this term, I won't be passing. BUT  I will be doing well enough to meet summer school requirements. Fantastic! You're totally jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so long. It sucks. But it's finally over. Too bad I only get to sleep in one day this whooole week. Effing work calling me in at 11AM on a Saturday. Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I've been thinking about it, and I'm sick of disliking people. A lot of the time, I don't really have a good reason. I mean, yeah people say shit, that's their problem. But holding grudges is no way to get ahead in life. Like, the other day, I told Kate I liked her hair. What do you know? She has been being completely civil to me. It's nice. I don't feel like we're on bad terms at all or anything. It's good. Maybe someday we could even be friends again. You never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow. That attendence appeal thing, seriously. So glad I did that. I do HATE school. I do, but at the same time, I really value the time I have here. I realize that I have a lot of growing up to do and I'm totally not ready to get out there. But I think I have a good head on my shoulders and what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 98.47% in my Algebra II class. You have no idea how proud of that I am. I HATE math, but yeah, I'm trying and I'm doing well. In History, I really need to make up work and pass that class. Programming and Marketing, I will definitely pass. French&amp;English = summer school. And French, I don't even really need. So we'll see how many credits I'll need and all that and whatnot. But I see this working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna post what everyone else is posting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;PROM&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My dress is gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;2.) My date is Mr. Bryan Carl Moore. Who is also gorgeous ;) What a nice armpiece. hahaha Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I want to get different shoes.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I need to buy jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I don't know what the hell I'm doing to my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 things I need to/wish I could do right now:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Be COMPLETELY HONEST and FLIP OUT and make people realize they're being STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Hug.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;4.) MAKE OUT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.) Eat the whipped cream that's in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a whooole lotta random.</content>
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    <title>Weeeird and true!</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T13:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T13:26:15Z</updated>
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&lt;td style="font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, last night was random and fun. My phone rang and it was Mr.McGrath, he asked to hang out so I was like, sure. We went to the mall and he bought a bunch of shit. I was like, "wow. I wish I could throw money around like that." yeppp. It was pretty fun. After that, he bought me ice cream at baskin robin's. Delicious! So much chocolate. It was like.. peppermint chocolate oreo, brownie something or other. It was really good. Then I went home and my dad would't turn on the game, so I just watched 7th Heaven and Everwood with him and then the news. Adter that, I thought I was going to bed.. But instead I played medal of honor like the geek I am, it was a good time hahah. I'm done with Normandy. haha I love how that's like 1 level. It happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kind of sucks. I went to school in a great mood, but then I had gym and my teacher was beign a total dickhead so it kind of ruined my day. That motherfucker. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leeeaving. Peace easy.</content>
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    <title>BONJOUR!</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T11:42:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T11:44:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 19, 2005&lt;br /&gt;2:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;GAME 32&lt;br /&gt;BOSTON RED SOX vs. PITTSBURG PIRATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOCATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LODGE BOX&lt;br /&gt;SECTION: 23 BOX: 136 ROW: MM SEAT: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfilehut.com/userfiles/randityler/photo_seating_view136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is the view from my lodge box. &lt;br /&gt;Can we talk about how amazing this is and how I am so excited?&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was a reason that I woke up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deanna and I are the coolest kids ever. The end.</content>
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    <title>eroticantibiotc @ 2005-05-01T16:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T20:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T21:00:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Wedding Packages&lt;br /&gt;Fenway Park is pleased to offer a variety of wedding packages from which you can choose. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; "I Do" Package   $3,000  &lt;br /&gt; • Wedding ceremony on Right Field Roof Deck Overlooking the Ballpark.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; "The Fenway Elegance" Package   $7,500  &lt;br /&gt;• Reception in .406 Club&lt;br /&gt;• Wedding Party Picture on Right Field Roof Overlooking the Field&lt;br /&gt;• Official Red Sox Marriage Certificate  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Red Sox Hall of Fame" Package   $10,000 &lt;br /&gt;• Wedding Ceremony on Right Field Roof Deck Overlooking the Field&lt;br /&gt;• Wedding Reception in .406 Club and Hall of Fame Club&lt;br /&gt;• Red Sox Hall of Fame Legend Announces Couple as the New Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;• Red Sox Hall of Fame Legend takes picture with Bride and Groom&lt;br /&gt;• Dressing Room for Bridal Party&lt;br /&gt;• Pictures on top of Dugout or Right Field Roof&lt;br /&gt;• Receive an official Red Sox Marriage Certificate &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to marry me?</content>
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    <title>Boring</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T13:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T13:37:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Marketing. &lt;br /&gt;Yuck. I'm bored. So bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST NEWS EVER. DEANNA AND I HAVE SOX TICKETS. Well, we will by Monday. $75 for "amazing seats" that'll  How fucking fantastic is that? Yeah awesome. You're so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight... I don't know what I'm doing. There's a list of possibilities listed below:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Paycheck, errands with dad, shower, relax at home, wife, talkin' prom business, and having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Shower, paycheck, errands with dad, AAR show (TMB, DFJ, and some other band), wife, talkin' prom business, and having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Shower,paycheck, errands with dad, AAR show, whatever the AAR kids are doing/going home.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Wooord.&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what tonight holds. All I know is I work 3-9 tomorrow and then I think I'm bowling after that as usual. Badass. &amp;lt;3</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>I'm so sick of this shit.</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T12:41:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T12:41:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Get Up Kids - Shorty</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm never satisfied with anything, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:55432</id>
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    <title>Ahhh programming.</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T14:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T14:31:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joy Division &lt;3 Love Will Tear Us Apart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So programming is fun. Caleb is my favorite programming friend. WHERE IN GOD'S NAME IS HE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Deanna and I are gonna get sox tickets from our woodshop teacher. ahahah. So rad, right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I think I am going to see Dying For It in Providence with Russsssss &amp;lt;3. $3 bucks, guy. I say you should go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally bored right now and I have to pee. I'm sick of being a menustral case. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is ridiculous. I thought I'd miss it. But I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Life's ... going. Not bad, not good... just going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:55238</id>
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    <title>After all that, all you could say is that I'm ugly. Hahah</title>
    <published>2005-04-24T05:10:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-24T05:10:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tell me something I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this vacation has been a total blast. I love my friends. I love my big, faggot, pedophile Russ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <title>Hey! Fuck your tough guy bullshit.</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T05:27:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T05:27:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay. I'd really like to know when shows started being about stomping some kid's face in with 8 of your friends. What happened to kids going to shows to enjoy music? Yeah mosh. Whatever. That's fine. But grabbing like one 15 year old kid and fucking beating on him, WHILE HE'S ON THE GROUND AND DOWN ALREADY, is so STUPID. You're all a bunch of pussies. "Let's fight a 15 year old and say he deserves it cause he was pushing everyone. Oh and when he's on the ground, let's kick him in the face." That's wicked fucking tough. Even better! "After we pound this kid, let's follow him outside and glare at him and talk loudly about how we're gonna fuck him up later!" AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well. I told that kid he should probably not stand where he was standing because those kids like to hit people." - Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, he shouldn't HAVE to move. He didn't pay $8 to get beat up. He shouldn't have to be scared that he's gonna get beat up just because some meat head doesn't like the teeshirt he's wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you people not realize that fights and STUPID SHIT like the things you pull, fuck up everything for everyone else? You're not here to enjoy music. You're here to act like a fucking thug and start shit because you're BORED with your lives. Hey, here's an idea PICK UP A FUCKING BOOK and if that doesn't entertain you, I'll make you a noose cause you're REALLY worthless. You waste space in the gene pool. You'll never BE anything except for a piece of shit. Like you can't fucking pay $8 to help out a guy pay his rent? You'd pay the fucking Palladium, and what has the palladium ever done for you? Russ has helped out so many of you dumb fucks, and you constantly spit in his face. Not even just those kids who were in the fight tonight, but anyone who just fucking sat there and didn't speak up or even check on Russ to make sure everything was okay. You're all fucking cowards. You know the difference between right and wrong. But you just don't care and it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fucking come around with your tough guy shit anymore. &lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever working the doors at AAR and you were involved in that fight, you're not fucking coming in. So don't bother.</content>
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    <title>Taking it back.</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T14:54:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T14:54:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I take all that whiney crap back. I'm not worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthanks.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eroticantibiotc:54309</id>
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    <title>I'm feeling a bit whiney. Deal with it.</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T17:29:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T17:29:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's weird that I've been single for like... almost 4 months. There's always been someone that I really liked or whatever for awhile... but not anymore. Now I'm on my own and it's just really weird. I feel kind of empty most of the time. Like, I've had my "fun" single times and now I'm like in the, "okay. i'm sick of this" stage. I mean, no one even asks me to hang out. I don't like it. I miss feeling close to someone and that feeling of caring about someone. I miss the "warm and fuzzies." I miss listening to certain songs and saying, "That's the one," instead of "yeah. I used to have that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everytime I do get close to someone, he just disappears or tells me, "It would never work." and etc. And it's always either no apparent reason or a laundry list of complaints. I don't know what's worse. At least when they complain, I know what I'm doing wrong. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so anyways. Fun weekend. Work sucked though. Especially on saturday. sooo long. soo tired. sooo not feeling well at ALL. haha but then we went bowling and it ruled. so yeah. haha I saw Ryan Nye and holy crap. I missed him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now g'bye.</content>
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    <title>I haven't spoken since 6:31 this morning...</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T13:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T13:35:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All American Rejects MUFFLED by SHIT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The last word I said was, "Mornin'" to the bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Day of Silence. I'm participating. It's not that hard this year as it was last year and freshman year. Probably because I've got experience with it now. But let me just say, I'm having a hard time NOT screaming at this kid behind me to shut the fuck up and turn off his shitty music. For real. He's annoying. He's listening to like... country. But not like... good country. Fuck that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyyways. Other than that, I'm having a pretty good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rico Santos rules. His shirt today says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;big&gt;Pardise:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tress passers will be offered a shot"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It's official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a prom date, AGAIN. lol. It's cool. I'm sure I'll figure something out and hey, if I don't... I'll go stag and have a blast anyways. I'm confident enough to go alone. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... things that are on my mind that I can't say out loud:&lt;br /&gt;"HEY KID BEHIND ME! SHUT OFF THAT SHIT. You're drowing out GOOD music with your crap!"&lt;br /&gt;"hey OTHER kid. stop playing shitty numetal."&lt;br /&gt;"Brendan Haggerty, why are you listening to porn grooves?"&lt;br /&gt;"Rico Santos, Why are you the coolest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Schindler's List makes me wicked depressed.</content>
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    <title>Block periods are waaay too long.</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T12:33:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T21:10:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>WICKED STUPID TECHNO from the WICKED STUPID girl in my class</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm wicked bored. So bored that I started two fantasy baseball teams. I rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a draft at 2. I'm not even gonna be home so how the hell am I gonna pull that off? I don't know. THat means they're going to autodraft me and it's gonna suck. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty fun with the exception of getting called in 3 hours early. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hours this week suck wicked bad.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 3 - 7 (not bad)&lt;br /&gt;Friday 4-9 (not THAT bad)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 1 - 9 (WOW. Eat shit. This sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has really been going on lately at all. I met a ton of new people at Nancy's house and I saw some people I haven't seen in a wicked long time like Jarred and Dan Perry (yeah haven't seen that kid since like 8th grade, CRAZY). It was a godo time. Spin the bottle is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My research paper is due like... 3rd period, didn't do anything besides a bibilography. hah. I suck at life. Whatever. She's a twat anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with Myspace being down but up at the same time? It's kind of strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold in here.</content>
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    <title>Go shorrrty it's yo burfday.</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T14:08:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T14:08:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I don't really feel naughty. I just thought it was funny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;BIRTHDAY &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;NANCY&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;SUUUE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I shall be in attendence this evening because I love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I dunno what you want for your birthday, but I will do my bessst to pick something out that you will loooove!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yiiikes.</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T13:33:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T13:33:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm kind of in trouble because my doctor is dumb. He didn't write that I was sick on my note, just to excuse me from gym. Wow. Assbag. So now I have gained 2 unexcused absenses. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor was a cook. I swear. He seriously creeped me the hell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today. FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even get to go home. It's straight to shoe magic til 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to eat YAMMY YAMMY CHICKENNNN tonight. Mmmm.</content>
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    <title>eroticantibiotc @ 2005-04-05T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T00:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T00:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got a job at Shoe Magic. I work tomorrow, thursday and saturday from 3 - 9:30. Make plans and I will take my break and meet you in the food court so I don't have to eat alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ all about isn't REALLY shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been shot down, again. boys - 59789487 | Randi - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think i have a date to prom anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been sick AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i hate documented essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wish i had a noose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose.</content>
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    <title>It's wicked awesome when...</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T17:41:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T17:41:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- You don't have your history notebook the ONE day of the term that you need it.&lt;br /&gt;- You have a belly ache.&lt;br /&gt;- You only bring $2 for lunch and you don't even realize that until lunch time when you've already spent a dollar on water.&lt;br /&gt;- You're WICKED tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(</content>
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