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  <title>Forget Shirley Temple</title>
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  <updated>2005-12-16T19:40:22Z</updated>
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    <title>i miss lit.</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T19:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T19:40:22Z</updated>
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&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quotation marks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;You scored 61% Sociability and 76% Sophistication! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;There is a lot more to you than meets the eye. You certainly get plenty of "action," but you'd be happier if those who lusted after you were more selective. You hate being used as a general intensifier; haven't these people ever heard of underlining? Italics? And yes, you remember the cruel words Mr. Joyce directed at you. But you let none of this get you down; those who abuse you are destined for a "special" reward, sooner or later. You feel particularly warm toward periods, commas, exclamation points, and question marks, and usually wish to have them next to you. Parenthesis can sometimes trouble you. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;79%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Sociability&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;89%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Sophistication&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9611125433033087547"&gt;The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=12090059896524230403"&gt;Gazda&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peppermint023:7591</id>
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    <title>The Intellectual Origins of the Contemporary West</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T20:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T20:59:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Weakerthans - Left and Leaving</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Turns out my history is actually the philosophy of history and that my philosophy is the history of philosophy, so I'm basically taking the same course. It's kind of sweet because a lot of the readings overlap, but right now we are in the Greek muck hole. It's hard to get past all of the sophists, naturalists, Pre-Socratics, Post-Socratics and various other philosopher who had prefectly valid but long- winded opinions. Classes are definitely in full swing at this point and it seems like I've been here so much longer than a day past 2 weeks! Although the summer-camp feel of frosh week has past, it's still not completely real to me that I'm finally free + independent. My roommate, Meghan, and I get on great and went grocery shopping on Saturday. It feels so nice to take care of myself, like I've been doing for so many years, without the nagging of living with parents. Next weekend is Homecoming aka leave sober friday night and return monday. I'm excited, though more so for the concert, featuring Billy Talent, Metric, The Trews, and Tragically Hip! Plus I'm going to see Broken Social Scene in early October. They're playing on campus, two street away from my res! I would be going to see the Stills, but it's a 19+ show (damn people who are of age!). I thought I would have to go to Toronto or Montreal for concerts, but Kingston's pretty happening. All in all, I'm enjoying uni immensly, but missing everyone back home.</content>
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    <title>dusting off the old lj</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T03:32:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T03:34:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Arcade Fire - "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Apparently I have not posted since April. I think this is understandable, what with Soiree, exams, prom, commencement. Then I got a two week vacation to BC and cali. Then work: full time at CHEO. It's pretty good, I get to go in the OR and clinic, collect info from medical records and enter it into research databases. My mother is watching a movie rather loudly in the next room. It goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been pregnant for two months"&lt;br /&gt;music escalates&lt;br /&gt;"Your bother died like a faggot"&lt;br /&gt;gun shot&lt;br /&gt;"Camile will break your heart"&lt;br /&gt;"She already has"&lt;br /&gt;music climaxes&lt;br /&gt;stuggling sounds&lt;br /&gt;"You've proven you're a coward"&lt;br /&gt;gun shot&lt;br /&gt;girl gasps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems very discontinuous. Speaking of my mother, she is currently not speaking to me. This is because I want to split move-in day time in half between her and my father. That is unacceptable, apparently, and my dad should not have any time. Period. Nothing I ever say to her is right, I just end up making her mad at me. I will be so glad to be moved in and away from divorce politics. I will be living in one place, by myself (minus my roommate, who seems very nice). I can shower in the morning, or late at night, or both if I feel like it. I can throw out wilted salad without eating it if I want to. As long as I don't flunk out, it should be paradise. Well, I will go listen to Funeral by The Arcade Fire some more. Now that I finally have my iPod up and running I have to return it and You're a Woman, I'm a Machine by Death from Above 1979 to Ben. I recommed both CDs, but especially Funeral. Every time I listen to it I like it more. Have a good night!</content>
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    <title>peppermint023 @ 2005-04-20T20:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T00:01:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T20:53:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shanachie/1050031954_opgogogirl.jpg" border="0" alt="perky"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Go-Go Girl! Yay you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Sixties%20Person%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Sixties Person are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>good day for a sick day</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T23:41:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T23:41:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sinus headache</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today has been rather excellent. This worries me that tomorrow will be horrid, but you know, I'll take things as they come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my official letter from CHEO saying that they've hired me blah blah blah. I'm excited about that, maybe this summer won't entail so much standing. Now, however, I have to give my manager the news that I am not going to be working there this summer. That isn't going to be so hot, but I'm sure I'll get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better news: I got into Concordia University for a double major in creative writing and english. Yay! Even if I don't end up studying that, I still would like to live in Montreal. So we'll see about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a good book today, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I recommend it as well as anything else by Neil Gaiman. I haven't read Terry Pratchett, so I can't comment on his stuff. I am also feeling a little better, I think the antibiotics are starting to work. I have been much too headachey still to do any actual work without my skull exploding, so we'll see how that flies with my teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got chocolate for getting accepted into Concordia. I'm blissful for the moment.</content>
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    <title>I swear I've never slept so much in my life...</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T23:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-16T23:08:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>migraine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is going horribly. My migraine and cold conspired to make me fall asleep after doing only an hour of homework. I slept from 2 to 6. FOUR HOURS and I still feel like I could sleep ten. I hate being sick. I'm screwed over for school. At this rate I will have to skip Monday just to catch up on all the work I've missed. And there are tests in bio and chem this week as well as the lit script due and those damned reading logs I never seem to get around to. Oh well, I mentioned it to Barkley and she said she was just giving me a no mark on them for midterms. At least my lit marks will be okay for April. I keep having strange dreams about universities. I think I'm stressing too much about whether I'll get into Queen's or not, but it's not like I can magically not stress about it. Oh well. I am going to see how much I can get done on my chem lab (due tuesday!) before I fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;-Mel</content>
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    <title>On Thinking</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T01:31:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T01:31:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Interpol - "PDA"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Thinking about things makes me nervous and depressed. Things like the meaning of life and sprirituality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110084125questionmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;agnosticism&lt;/b&gt;. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="96" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;96%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I actually consider myself an agnostic, this is reasonable. However, it is sad because I would like to have enough faith to believe in something so much it will bring my black little soul salvation. To truly believe that there is this universal being out there who will make everything all right. Come on, that would be so nice. But apparently that is too easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Existentialism&lt;/b&gt;. Your life is guided by the concept of &lt;b&gt;Existentialism&lt;/b&gt;:  You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;“It is up to you to give [life] a meaning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;--Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;--Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More info at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Arocoun"&gt;Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Existentialism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;95%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Utilitarianism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Justice (Fairness)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Kantianism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Nihilism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Strong Egoism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="20" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Apathy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="20" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Divine Command&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=13060"&gt;What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. Mostly because I think about that kind of thing a lot. I wish my mind had an off button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got into Ottawa. That makes three out of six universities that have not frowned at my calculus mark. Yay. My weekend was full of procrastination, more than usual. I did start my ETS summative, though. I even know how I'm going to package it and everything. And I know how I'm going to package my concept piece. It was a good planning weekend. I watched Pretty in Pink tonight. It was cute, but I still root for Duckie. He rocks my world.</content>
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    <title>Long time no post..</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T22:57:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T22:58:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins - "Caring is Creepy"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, nothing much has happened since I last posted. Well, there was that trip to Italy and Greece, which was AMAZING and one of those landmark things, but.. now nothing is happening. There are no parties, no boys, no nothing to keep me occupied. I have also decided that I don't want to major in anything in university other than Classics, which will get me nowhere. I also have no interest in any job. Ever. Except something I can do while living in Rome that will give me a lot of money so I can afford living expenses. But back to Ottawa... I am lonely, but more than that I feel like no matter what I do in university I will still end up in some crappy dead end job, having to support a kid because my husband left me for a younger woman. I would seriously like to become a nun and live out the rest of my life studying in Vatican City. It would be very serene. And I would discover something that would confirm everyone's faith and be cannonized. Saint Melody. It could work.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>peppermint023 @ 2005-02-27T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T03:09:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T03:09:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Smashing Pumpkins - Adore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I shouldn't feel so good right now. I have so much homework that I haven't started, this is going to be the week of hell. But in one week and two days I will be on a plane for Rome! I tried to watch the Oscars, but realized when I awoke from a commercial break that I was never going to make it. So I have resigned myself to looking up the Garden State Soundtrack, then going to bed. I did indeed watch Garden State yesterday. And I loved it. I think it's the cutest movie with that kind of slow atmosphere (which I love) that I have ever seen. It's also the only movie with that kind of mood that doesn't go from depressing to more depressing. And the music was really good. They played Death Cab for Cutie and the scene was so touching. I like Natalie Portman. Even if she is the Queen of Naboo. I still maintain that she is prettier that Kiera Knightly. I have gotten maybe nine hours of sleep all together this weekend. Being deliriously tired is strangely uplifting. I have been more content than in awhile. A welome respite from cabin fever. Except today at the store, when I had to ask a question about a camera and the lady (who was wearing a green fur coat) said that she wanted to talk to someone who didn't have to ask questions about them. I'm sorry, but EVERYONE in the store asks questions. A camera sale is a collaborative sale. Because it's impossible to keep all the facts about all the different models straight in your head all the time. Anyway, I handed her over to the assistant manager, who also ended up having to ask the Lab Tech a question. Sweet irony. Yep, that's how exciting my weekend has been. Though Friday was pretty eventful. Yesterday I just worked on university stuff. I still need 11 poems. and 10 reading logs. and a script. and a summative. I can't think of all this work. It's too evocative of the long week to come. Check ya later.</content>
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    <title>we'll freeload to the beats of science, and boy you shake it right</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T03:51:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-25T03:51:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jimmy Eat World/Interpol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today has been strange. Kind of surreal, weird sounding as that is. Saw my dad for the first time in a week. Which was nice. Him and Steph and I went to the Wendy's/Tim Horton's on Hazeldean. I am sooo full of saturated fats right now. and my brain is so full of bio. I studied for two hours today as prep for my test tomorrow. Hopefully that will go well. Anyway, at Wendy's, who calls my name out, but Kevin Lee..??? He and Kathryn and Eric were there. It's just strange because I haven't talked to them since gr. 8. Then who comes in, but people from the youth group I went to in gr 8 + 9! Crazy! Not the really bitchy people who were probably out smoking up, but the gentle, not-AS-hypocritial people. Like Elliot. Ah Elliot. What a funny guy. He actually looked kind of cute, though I don't know how much the seudo-dred thing works for him. Today I talked to HIM. And by that I mean a very small, pitiful comment in a conversation between him and someone else. It makes me sad to think he probably doesn't ever remember it/me. Ah well. I had a better day today. And now I must make tomorrow a good day by having sleep. Night.</content>
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    <title>excuse this burst of emo-ness</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T03:32:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T03:32:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Killers - "Everything Will be Alright"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Have not been sitting right with myself lately, if that makes any sense. I want to be touched and loved. I want to rediscover how soft lips are and I want someone to hold my hand. Though I'm also full of contradictions, since I've always jumped ship at the first sign of trouble in any relationship I've ever had. I want, I want, I want. There's always something I need. Old feelings and habits are trying to surface. Probably just winter and blahness, but still. 14 days left. I will be so glad to get out of this country, if only for a week. I could live somewhere where there was no winter at all. I never feel warm until it gets into the 20s, anyway. Though I suppose if I lived somewhere tropical I would have to deal with all those poisonous creatures and lovely things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish the world were flat. It would make for a greater adventure.</content>
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    <title>Time for Ego Boosting</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T03:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T03:41:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074669021" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What Makes You.. by &lt;a href="http://www.hometown.aol.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;SheBangs12&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Your name?" value="Melody" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;select name="Your gender?"&gt;&lt;option&gt;Male&lt;option selected="SELECTED"&gt;Female&lt;option&gt;Other&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes you sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes you pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes you loveable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;How fun you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes you fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your adventurous nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes you irresistable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;You're the complete opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes you cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="SheBangs12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074669021"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>peppermint023 @ 2005-02-21T15:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T03:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T03:28:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stars - Set Yourself on Fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Suprise, suprise, mel is tired. Well, funny story, Anran, Ben, and I went for pho yesterday after seeing John Akpata (heh). Then Ben left, so we went to Sweet Potato for bubble tea. Which apparently had massive amounts of caffeine in it, proved when I lay awake for two hours, when I COULD HAVE BEEN SLEEPING! I frown at all that wasted rest. My science courses are starting to really pick up. And I have university letters, and my concept piece. There is no time anymore. At some point I have to go get new shoes and a spring coat, to take on my trip. It's in a mere two and a half weeks! It's just too bad I'm losing all that time I could be working on my concept piece.. but meh. I heartily doubt I will regret going. In other news, on friday I had the afternoon off, since my chem teacher decided not to show up, so I went shopping with Susan at rideau. I bought my white belt, which turned out to be reversible and also black, which is AWESOME. Then I went to buy the first Interpol CD, Turn on the Bright Lights, and it was on sale 2/$25. Regularly, it was $26.99. So I saved two bucks AND got a free CD out of it. The only other thing that looked decent and I didn't have was Stars, so I got it, and here I am listening to it. It's really good, though took some time to get used to the two-lead-singers thing. Well, I must go do more bio review.</content>
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    <title>expanded octets</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T03:14:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T03:14:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Franz Ferdinand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, school today was pointless. There was no lit class, therefore I had two classes. Where we just took notes. mrg. Should have just walked home once I was told the bus was cancelled. Oh well, one more wasted snow/rain/nice weather day. meh. Definitely down with the pasta lately. Had spaghetti tonight and two nights ago. Had wagon-wheel shaped pasta last night. Definitely down with the Italian cuisine. Can't wait to try the real thing. I've been thinking that I should exercise more, I would love to get to a pool once in awhile, but with my schedule and getting home so late and all, I doubt it will happen. I miss the water. Watched The Seven Year Itch last night with my sister. Love Marilyn Monroe. She definitely had it. On a side note, Gotta love random conversations that turn philosophical all of a sudden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Isn't it interesting how small things make such a difference? Carbon monoxide has one carbon and one oxygen and it will poison us. But Carbon dioxide, one carbon and two oxygens, is part of cellular respiration and vital to our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: I guess the little things really do matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: *laughs and agrees*</content>
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    <title>Wasting More Time</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T00:12:30Z</published>
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    <title>Wasting Time</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T00:11:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1: Melody&lt;br /&gt;2: Mel&lt;br /&gt;3: Melly (only by anran – so don’t even try it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1: peppermint&lt;br /&gt;2: let the Wookie win&lt;br /&gt;3: crawling in my skin (yeah, gr 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1: My hair has some nice natural highlights&lt;br /&gt;2: I look excellent in pink&lt;br /&gt;3: Apparently I am very well proportioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1: My thighs&lt;br /&gt;2: My love handles&lt;br /&gt;3: My super annoying braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1: Romanian&lt;br /&gt;2: Scottish&lt;br /&gt;3: A tiny bit of English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1: Cheaters who are good liars&lt;br /&gt;2: Not getting into university &lt;br /&gt;3: Generally failing in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1: My discman + copious amounts of music&lt;br /&gt;2: Friends&lt;br /&gt;3: My oh-so sexy long johns (in the winter anyhow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1: Socks that are both red AND pink&lt;br /&gt;2: Coco body butter&lt;br /&gt;3: Pyjama pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1: The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2: Radiohead &lt;br /&gt;3: The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1: The Specialist - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;2: Public Pervert - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;3: Evil – Interpol&lt;br /&gt;(I also have to include Something Pretty – Patrick Park aka that country song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1: Kissing a certain choy&lt;br /&gt;2: Tequila&lt;br /&gt;3: To actually read Wuthering Heights all the way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1: Someone who buys me chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2: Someone who will let me drag them around on all my girlie errands&lt;br /&gt;3: Will keep a lists of stuff I offhandedly say I want so they always know what to get me without being predictable (tall order, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1: I like Interpol&lt;br /&gt;2: I like Patrick Park&lt;br /&gt;3: I like all country music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1: Tall&lt;br /&gt;2: Curly or shaggy hair&lt;br /&gt;3: Sort of a sense of style, but not quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1: Stop procrastinating my homework&lt;br /&gt;2: Stop listening to Interpol&lt;br /&gt;3: Stop sneezing (stupid dusty store!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1: Reading&lt;br /&gt;2: Listening to music (especially finding new bands)&lt;br /&gt;3: Watching movies (with people who don’t talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1: Be finished my homework&lt;br /&gt;2: And while we’re at it, be finished my concept piece&lt;br /&gt;3: Eat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1: Paediatric surgeon&lt;br /&gt;2: Geneticist &lt;br /&gt;3: Editor for publishing company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION (or live):&lt;br /&gt;1: Italy – for Botticelli&lt;br /&gt;2: Greece – for the ruins&lt;br /&gt;3: France – because if Erin won 24 million dollars she’d pay for me to go there (and I hear it’s pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1: Nana-Rana (there’s just no beating it)&lt;br /&gt;2: Banana-Rana (fusing Nana-Rana with Ben)&lt;br /&gt;3: Melo-Susana-Banana-Rana (random bio lunacy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1: Travel (the right way) with someone I love&lt;br /&gt;2: Get a tattoo (because you can’t take it back)&lt;br /&gt;3: Feel I have successfully mastered a musical instrument</content>
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    <title>Tired Toesies</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T02:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T02:39:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Beatles Red Album</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tres tired tonight. Megan's thing was fun, but tiring. Though I'm not quite as bad as the sad face below would have you think. Again my magical power of never having detergent or any related substances affect me the next day worked, so that's been good. However, slept in a strange position on Megan's couch and my leg has been asleep all day. So it was revealed to me that apparently someone else likes my choy. I'm going to have to kill her, which makes me sad because although I don't know her, I think she would be nice. I bought new linen for my bed this weekend, to replace the Mickey Mouse sheets that I've had since I was six. Not that I don't love them, but now that my room has carpet and paint on the walls, I think it's a bit of a shame not to go the extra mile. Am excited, because I get to shop for my lamps at Ikea. What a good store. Friday night I went to this terrible slam with Sonia, where we ran into Susan and Jiayi. In the words of Sonia "It was ass". Yep. But last night was fun. Today at work three out of the four of us working got trashed last night. oh man. good times. anyhow, must go give into sleep. On a last note, bought a book on friday, Emma by Austen. Love her, LOVED Pride and Prejudice. Loving this too, so far.</content>
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    <title>peppermint023 @ 2005-02-08T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T03:39:47Z</published>
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    <lj:music>burnt CD of the Postal Service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">liking the postal service much more than modest mouse. especially the one with the mario sample. anything regarding mario or nintendo flies well with me though. ben, we must play super mario to the postal service some time. and this is better than any death cab for cutie stuff i've heard, though i still like "a lack of colour" a lot. how sad is it to feel bad for soap? cause in my shower the soap holder thingy on the wall is way too close to the showerhead and i swear is dissolves in three or four days. *sigh* it looks to sad, sitting there pooled in water, surrounded my soapy goo. about to vanish forever, not having lived up to its true potential. i know it's just lipids make of saturated fats, but i still feel bad for it all the same. which is probably unhealthy, but whatever. i got ice cream today, saw cheryl at laura secord with my dad and steph. got a sunday with cappuccino biscotti ice cream. was not that good, did not like the texture of the biscotti at all. when i'm in Rome, i must get a real Italian soda. if that's even an authentic Italian thing, or just some name a north-american thought up to make it sound european and sophistocated. hmm. well, school went well today, considering i left lit to walk around with anran for awhile, since ms. barkley is on auditions. bio was kinda interesting, but kinda not since it was just a boring old note. chem was interesting, but ms. smith is being kind of harsh these days. where's the nice teacher i've had so many times before? oh well, hopefully things will mellow and i'll actually start working on all the lit crap i have to do (ie play, reading logs, that thing... oh, the concept piece). meh. tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>Cool as a Kelp</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T03:29:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T03:29:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Interpol - Antics</lj:music>
    <content type="html">have listened to Antics a few times over now. very good, i recommend it. though still not sure if i like or dislike song four. strange. reminds me of tool. had to get up at 5:30 to shower this morning because i didn't get a chance to yesterday. have been thinking about a certain someone more so today than usual. thought that had calmed down, but apparently not so much. does not help that i now notice every single time he walks by. next i will be measuring the rate of his breathing. stupid, stupid, i know. but how can you make yourself NOT think about someone? my advice is to not go down that road at all, unless you have a shot with the guy, which i don't really, considering i don't really know him. in other good news, i had my first physical with my new doctor today. and i was asked twice if i needed a pap. is there a sign on my forehead that says 'sexually active'? the interesting thing was that the nurse and doctor both acted relieved for me when i said i didn't. which makes me worried that if i ever do need one, they will frown at me. you'd think these days that the Western world could so these sorts of tests without pulling out the Victorian-Christian morals. anyway, have now memorized period five on the periodic table for chemistry. apparently we have to know the whole periodic table. but honestly, molybdenum? technetium? how am i expected to pronounce these, let alone spell them? my stomach is feeling strange. i don't know if i'm really hungry or really full. suppose i will go eat and find out.</content>
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    <title>peppermint023 @ 2005-02-06T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T02:43:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">You should know better anran. It's always what you want. But it's okay. I just want what i want too.</content>
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    <title>Taking a Bio Break</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T02:10:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T03:52:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Thrills</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today has been a piece of crap. yep, lovely-lovely. it started off with me stupidly setting my clock radio an hour ahead last night and not realizing it. so i got up at nine instead of ten today. MRRRRRRRRRM. then there was a huge row at my house, the first one featuring my sister Steph (the perky one). yep, she ended up taking my approach and leaving, going to my mom's *sighs*. I just don't understand how someone can get so upset over church. damn blood-sugar. Plus it's going to be really awkward if i'm always seeking refuge at dad's and she's always running to mom's. eeeee. anyway, that definitely put a damper on my morning, not to mention the ginormous headache i woke up with. damn migraines. my bio thing is taking waaaay longer than it should. and i have yet to start my chem homework. *sighs again*. trying to listen to happy music to make myself feel better, but can't play it loud for fear of a retaliation from my headache. watched Paul McCartney at the half-time of the Super Bowl. he played Drive My Car, Get Back, Live and Let Die, and Hey Jude. Dad, Rose and I sang along to Hey Jude. what a good song. another bright point was a trip to forte's with my dad and stewart and getting really good chocolate. yum. made me feel slightly better. what would i do without chocolate?</content>
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    <published>2005-02-06T02:57:09Z</published>
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    <title>peppermint023 @ 2005-02-05T20:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T01:52:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T02:41:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Modest Mouse - Good News for People Who Love Bad News</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Borrowed ben's Modest Mouse CD. so far it's not that impressing. okay, now there's some nice guitar. But his lyrics are mediocre, and this song sounds like a bad red hot chili peppers' tune. The random keyboard-syth thing isn't doing much for it either. meh. the trueness to a mix between the hives and the killers is interesting. anyhow, today was boring, worked from 9:30 to 6. this new MCI program sucks, in that we have zones, and i was in the camera zone, and who buys camera's in february? therefore my hands got very dry and cracked as i dusted the camera area five times over. but i saw julia, who i never work with, which was nice. i think i will enjoy going back to my wonderful, little sunday shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a completely different tangent, what makes something deep? deep, what a middle school word. i don't know, my journal isn't very poetic, but then i don't really think i live my life poetically. i pretty much just stumble through it, and maybe that's beautiful, but maybe not. who decides these things? Where is Leonard Cohen when you need him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in such an Interpol state of mind lately, I'll post the lyrics to The Specialist. However, the lyrics are not as good unless heard with the song. The complete package is the best. So go find it, and play it over and over again. I still maintain it'll be one of the best six minute spans of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Specialist&lt;br /&gt;Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me lose my buttons&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you make me spit&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my clothes anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're spending time and money&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're colder than yourself&lt;br /&gt;Now we're moving now we're taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me lose my buttons&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah you make me spit&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my clothes anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me take me to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;I know what my heart is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for a blanket&lt;br /&gt;I say girl you've got something&lt;br /&gt;I love how you wear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're spending time and money&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're colder than yourself&lt;br /&gt;Now we're moving now we're taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will get you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loves a laboratory&lt;br /&gt;I set all the pets free&lt;br /&gt;So baby, you should sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make trips to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my friends all have true grit&lt;br /&gt;I'm speckled like a leopard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a lid on Shirley Temple&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you make sleek kills&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you travel, you travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You park my in your Buick&lt;br /&gt;You sing songs into my lips&lt;br /&gt;I'm speckled like leopard&lt;br /&gt;Just like a leopard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love will get you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you put me in the big house&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you put me in the big house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i get there early will it be the right time&lt;br /&gt;Our heaven is just waiting, so put your hand into mine&lt;br /&gt;If I get too surly, will you take that in stride,&lt;br /&gt;Our boat it just there waiting so put your little hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak when you're spoken to&lt;br /&gt;Catch up on your sleep girl&lt;br /&gt;When you wear that body glove&lt;br /&gt;You're acting on initiative&lt;br /&gt;You're spelling out your love&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be alone in there&lt;br /&gt;You could be above ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be the very best for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah all I want is to do the very best by you&lt;br /&gt;Oh this time&lt;br /&gt;There's be no live of crime&lt;br /&gt;Don't rain on me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle around me now, baby&lt;br /&gt;It will be ok&lt;br /&gt;Because we all go downtown sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow baby, we'll beat this mes&lt;br /&gt;It's the time, fuck, the surface to meet the specialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time away from me will get you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you put me in the big house&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you put me in the big house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i get there early will it be the right time&lt;br /&gt;Our heaven is just waiting, so put your hand into mine&lt;br /&gt;If I get too surly, will you take that in stride,&lt;br /&gt;Our boat it just there waiting so put your little hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak when you're spoken to&lt;br /&gt;Catch up on your sleep girl&lt;br /&gt;When you wear that body glove&lt;br /&gt;You're acting on initiative&lt;br /&gt;You're spelling out your love&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be alone in there&lt;br /&gt;You could be above ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even if the music wasn't great, his sentiments about Shirley Temple are enough to make it a good song.</content>
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    <title>Alley Fireworks</title>
    <published>2005-02-05T03:45:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-05T03:45:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Interpol - Antics</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, today was fantastic. not only was it friday, but i went shopping with liz before oscars. i spent way too much money, but i bought two tops from garage, an unmentionable for anran and oscars outfit (you owe me), and the new Interpol CD, Antics. The guy at the cash looked at me funny since it was on sale as a 2/$30, but it was only $17, and i didn't want another CD/ want to spend more money. anyway, then we bussed back and got dressed, after embarassing anran by delivering her the purchase. After a boring reception which i left to go find better amusement (though the music was good, jesse), the show started half an hour late. however, that and the technical problems were all made-up for by a certain manson-cover that featured the singer as curtis gothed out in fishnets. BAHAHAH! he doesn't make a bad-looking goth though. anyways, then i saw someone who was alone, and breathed a sigh of relief. meh, anyway, now i have to go to bed because i have to get up and work tomorrow. damn taking a saturday shift, so long... but i will get a lunch break, which i don't get on sundays. anyhow, too many conversations going on right now, so long.</content>
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    <title>back by popular demand</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T03:11:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">here anran, i'm posting, happy? well, today was very relaxing, and when i say today i mean tonight. had my very last drivers ed in car lesson and got my certificate. came home and ate food that was ready and warm at the same time. i love it when that happens. then there was a brief moment of stress when my mom came home abruptly and said that i was going out with her. my mother take me out? well, she wanted my help with the new TV, lucky me. i went to the mall to pick up invitations for my very-sick middle sister (the perky one). Then i went home and took a long shower and shaved. then i watched the OC. now i'm going to bed, hopefully. anran, now it's time to take that step and go to bed early. you know you want to. lots of sleep to you all.</content>
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