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  <title>I know, right?</title>
  <subtitle>Me in a Nutshell</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-05-07T00:11:34Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letscuddle:14926</id>
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    <title>So Its That Time of the Semester Again</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T00:11:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T00:11:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bittersweet Music?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know, that last week of classes when I get exceptionally creative at wasting my time. Last year I signed up for Imeem and pimped out my profile. This year, I find myself in Pac Heights (AKA nowhere near my apartment, school, downtown, or my work) in a chocolate cafe (called Bittersweet) reading every single one of my lj entries from the archives (because Lord knows there aren't that many).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In going through my archive I relived my last three years because I make most of my entries when I go through some sort of milestone in life. I reread those cryptic messages that only I can understand which most often has to do with something promiscuous that I've done or thought of doing. Goodness, some of those entries were annoying. Thanks to anyone who has actually read some of them. Especially ones from Freshman year when I felt you had to know every single detail of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through old entries remind me how much I've changed. I'm really not that into cuddling anymore like my username implies. I'm really not. I'm a little more rough around the edges and generous in my profanity. I'm also a huge snob which is really really terrible and kind of funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though that I really get a kick out of reading about how I've met some of my bffs at USF. It all feels so long ago. Like Moses. Things are different. Everyone is growing up. In a scary but good way, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching base with Jaclyn last weekend made me think about times at Moreau. I miss dollar tuesdays and the little ways my high school friends understand me that my college friends don't get. They try, mind you, but it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've really enjoyed those interactive posts in my archive when listing things and tagging others were involved. I hope an opportunity pops up like that soon. I'd rather do that than my paper fo sho.</content>
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    <title>"In the Darkness the Trees are Full of Starlight"</title>
    <published>2007-12-09T05:30:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-09T05:31:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Mr. Blue Sky" by Electric Light Orchestra</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/christmastrees.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letscuddle:14507</id>
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    <title>"I'm not as into you as I appear to be"</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T07:33:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T07:33:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Fidelity" by Regina Spektor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today or this week even...or actually just recently, I feel like my life is just about "ripping off the band aid" or putting one on (literally speaking seeing as I have no thumbnail as of yesterday...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuniting with someone who I considered as one of the ghosts from my past was surreal. I was brought to reality a lot quicker than the first time. Though I've known before the said reunion that I grew up a lot since we last met, my beliefs were affirmed. *riiiiiiiiip off band aid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey showed me this website with my horoscope and it basically said "Gemini make very interesting and exciting friends. They like to leave their mark on everyone they meet. They are very flighty and will disappear for a long time as they meet new friends and explore new places." I realized this was true when most of the conversations that I had with people this past week started with "I miss you." I felt very absent. but the horoscope continued to say "But when they come back, they will have new thoughts, opinions and interesting things to share and ideas to teach." SO hopefully that makes up for it. I'm not always there, but I'd like to think I'm there when it really counts. Or if I'm not I have a really good reason for not being there. So that was a strange lesson I've learned about myself. *riiiiiip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally emptied the memory card on my camera. hundred of pictures emptied. Pictures from China. From summer parties and karaoke moments and yummy seafood. all of the moments I've captured for the past five months have been emptied so new pictures from new moments can take its place. *rriiiiiiip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally got evidence earlier this week that I do NOT suck at life. Which gave me a boost of confidence. No more sad songs on my ipod and feeling sorry for my lackluster and failure of an existence because I was reminded that I definitely do have my ass kicking moments. so bye bye blackbird. *rriiiiiip*</content>
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    <title>I'm getting sloppy</title>
    <published>2007-10-12T20:16:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-12T20:16:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Timeless" by Sergio Mendes featuring India Arie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I basically get in this rut when I don't have goals. Usually, I have these goals, and then I feel empowered and I work diligently to achieve. I've always prided myself with the fact that I know what I want and I eventually work my way to getting it. Last year it was all devoted to going to China. The end of this summer was directed towards finding (and getting) my perfect internship. But what happens now? What happens after I get what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my drive. I wake up early to watch tv shows online instead of studying for a midterm. I put things off until the last minute. I hate not wanting something. I guess I live for the chase. So my plan of attack is going  to involve a trip for next July after my internship ends. But until it actually materializes, the dream, the want, the possibility of actually achieving something I'm going to watch abc reruns online and twiddle my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my grandfather is terminally ill. He doesn't know it because if he finds out, he'll give up. Now, I don't have the fortune to be super close to him and he's lived a long life so I'm slowly beginning to prepare myself emotionally. It's easier to be numb when he's across the country. But what hurts is to see my dad's grief. Hearing the deflation in his voice and his feeble attempt to hide his hurt kills me inside every time we speak on the phone. It's a pain that I can't even begin to comprehend and it leaves me feeling helpless and far away from him. My Grandpa is the epitome of the cliche American Grandpa. He chews tobacco and plays golf and has that sweet old Grandpa smile that lights up his eyes. He's funny but not on purpose and attended a one room schoolhouse. He's familiar and warm and like American Apple Pie or a quilt made by a great great grandmother he belongs in a Norman Rockwell calendar. He is so one sided to me because we were never close but he represents everything in my dad's life that's a mystery to me. A part of my dad I never get to see and soon, never will.</content>
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    <title>umm yes.</title>
    <published>2006-12-08T02:03:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-08T02:03:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Sun and Moon" -Miss Saigon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know you have officially You Tubed too much when you see Julie Andrews rap. that is all.</content>
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    <title>boom boom boom lemme hear you say wayo</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T08:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T08:05:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Feelings" by Floetry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi. I never post in this so surprise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letscuddle:13562</id>
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    <title>Glow In The Dark Aliens Rock My World</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T08:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T08:02:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Everybody Loves Raymond</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night I dreamt I was a colorful fish swimming in an aquarium. And Dave Chappelle was swimming with me and telling me about his dad. What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mom told me she gave the names of the people in my immediate family to a high school friend who was into numerology. Apparently, by our names, she can tell us what we all were in past lives. Both my mom and dad were snakes of different species (I think one was an anaconda...) and in my past life I was a monkey. I'm still trying to decide if that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Jen and I were on MUNI and some guy brought out his ukulele and everyone in the bus broke out into singing "You are my sunshine" helluv a movie moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the black guy with white dreads dressed in all white who sang on his guitar while singing "stand by me" at the beach. As I was soaking in the sun and the view of Marin and the Golden Gate Bridge in my pale yellow sun dress I saw dreadlock guy doing some tai chi thing with a long ass stick. I concluded he was such a trip as my eyelids grew heavy and I dozed off to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsotsi was a ridiculously intense movie. It makes me want to go to South Africa really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up doesn't sound too appealing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do Mondays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Tuesdays.</content>
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    <title>I said a hip hop a hippie to the hippie a hip hip hop and you dont stop...</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T16:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T16:01:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Rapper's Delight" - Sugar Hill Gang</lj:music>
    <content type="html">rapping is not one of my fortes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letscuddle:12900</id>
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    <title>Random Thoughts.</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T22:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T22:27:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Goodies" by Ciara</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a dream the other day that I could talk to ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the cirque du soleil marathon on bravo the other day. It kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did free ice cream at coldstone and going to target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to people who take their midterms with a novelty Stewie Griffin pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing wallets suck but going to the DMV with an appointment was the most aggreable experience I've had this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is my water and Music is my air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing my dog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letscuddle:12605</id>
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    <title>So ya...</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T08:46:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T08:46:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Love Like This" by Faith Evans</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hokay. For the record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT READ GUYS FOR THE LIFE OF ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. The end.</content>
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    <title>letscuddle @ 2006-09-18T20:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T04:20:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T04:20:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Spoiled" by Joss Stone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been scolded a bit because I haven't been updating lately. So since there's so much important and unimportant things to say and I have a weird obsession with making lists, I decided to fill you kids in by making lists. So here goes. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I learned how to say in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;  -I do not have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;  -I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;  -I love you.&lt;br /&gt;  -My teacher is Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;  -Meeting you, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;  -Are you busy?&lt;br /&gt;  -You are a rotten egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things I'm looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;  -Watching Sweet Charity with Molly Ringwald.&lt;br /&gt;  -Watching the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;  -Playing "September" by Earth Wind and Fire this Thursday&lt;br /&gt;  -Picking up my developed pictures tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;  -Getting ahold of tickets to see Dimitri Martin at the Fillmore&lt;br /&gt;  -Dinner with my Wet Seal girls at the Cheesecake Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 last artistic things I've done&lt;br /&gt;  -Finished a roll of black and whites with my mom's photographer's camera&lt;br /&gt;  -coloring a T-Rex to put on my door&lt;br /&gt;  -putting mirrored discs in a aesthetically pleasing manner on my friend's dorm room wall&lt;br /&gt;  -Making stencils and spraypainting on canvas&lt;br /&gt;  -spontaneous improv dance in my room 15 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weird things that have happened to me lately&lt;br /&gt;  -Learning that certain random people at USF have strange ass connections to people back home (aka: it's a small ass world)&lt;br /&gt;  -Running into interesting people at the club (aka: ex-boyfriends)&lt;br /&gt;  -A guy giving me two gebre daisies when I was working. (Which worked out well since my roommates borthday was the next day   so we each got one)&lt;br /&gt;  -My bestie at school pleasantly surprised me by downloading photoshop onto my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 movies I've ordered through Netflix&lt;br /&gt;  -Triplets to Belleville&lt;br /&gt;  -Tsotsi&lt;br /&gt;  -Sunday in the Park with George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 latest purchases that I have made&lt;br /&gt;  -A bomber jacket for hellsa cheap. which I didn't think was possible.&lt;br /&gt;  -A pair of kick ass aldo boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 company that I officially left on Sept 17&lt;br /&gt;  -Wet Seal. sad but true. But I can't afford to fuck up me grades and hey, I get my weekends back which is all good. =)</content>
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    <title>At your best, you are loved</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T02:45:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T02:45:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Say You Love Me" by MYMP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There are things that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hugging someone I haven't seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;A nice text message.&lt;br /&gt;When my shuffle plays a good mix.&lt;br /&gt;Making someone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures with a photographer's camera.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing where I'm not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Singing where I'm not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Cursing where I'm not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Laying down on a nice bed. (like mine &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my dreams the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Discovering something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Homecooked meals.&lt;br /&gt;A Funny Memory.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of a present for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Watching a movie I know by heart.&lt;br /&gt;Blowing kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate covered macaroons on a stick that happened to be shaped like a penis. (Only in Castro...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had one of these things happen to you recently.</content>
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    <title>Called It</title>
    <published>2006-08-03T07:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-03T07:29:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"The Weed Song" by Bone Thugs N Harmony</lj:music>
    <content type="html">For the record: I called that shit with Keith on project runway this week. I knew it would be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving back to USF in 6 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Indiana in 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al's birthday in 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training for Orientation Team in 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with lazing around the house because my lack of car. Hello to the unpredictable ways of MUNI, shower shoes, and walking up and down hills once again. San Francisco may just be across the bay but my life there is completely different. Not that home isn't awesome. I love "bonding" with my dad or my moms cooking and company or my precious friends and my yorkie. It's just that I'm tired of being sad all the time with reminders in everything I do that my car is now in car heaven and how handicapped I am without it. Yes, I'm still bummed about that. But I think going back to school where I'm used to not having it will help me get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Indiana, I'm looking forward to 3 things: seeing my grandpa, fireflies, and white castle. I watched Harold and Kumar today and that got me excited. As for the rest that Indiana has to offer, I fear I must brace myself because anything can happen with mile long crops of corn and properties that aren't marked off with fences.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a book a day lately because that "Buy 3 books and get 4th free" thing at Borders was trouble and a half. It feels nice, though, to say that I did something that makes me feel a little more cultured this summer. But I must admit that the books I read directly affect the mood I'm in. Being a cynic one day, contemplative the next, and romantic the day after just reminds me how fickle I can be sometimes. How do you people put up with me?</content>
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    <title>letscuddle @ 2006-07-28T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T07:30:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T07:30:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Dragostea Din Tei" by Haiducii</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so seriously...zedonks, the cross between a zebra and a donkey, are the ugliest things I've ever seen. ugliest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so maybe not the ugliest ugliest, but they're pretty damn ugly.</content>
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    <title>letscuddle @ 2006-07-10T18:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T01:44:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T01:44:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything is not okay.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letscuddle:11241</id>
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    <title>Update Quickstyle</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T19:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T19:45:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Say You Love Me" by MYMP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm jittery because I'm running on two hours of sleep. After a night full of tiptoeing around puke and passed out people, looking through a hole punched in the bathroom door, and trading college stories with some friends I haven't seen in awhile, I learned some things...the most important one being: assholes never fail to be assholes. I don't know why I was baffled about people's behavior. I seriously should have seen it coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is taking over my friggin life. I better have a hefty paycheck to show for it at the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Jaclyn liked My Sassy Girl and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Camille and I liked Il Mare which makes me glad too, even though the end is HELLA sad style and the guy reminds me of ******* *** which baffles me, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found red shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE red shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY red shoes.</content>
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    <title>Summertime and the Livin' is Easy</title>
    <published>2006-06-16T18:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-16T18:07:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Blister in the Sun" by Violent Femmes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I miss those summers when I played with my neighbors on the street. You know, the one with the ice cream truck that comes to the neighborhood and sidewalk chalk and doorbell ditching. Dom and I established that it was hard to anything when we were that age because we couldn't go anywhere without getting a ride from someone. Once we were able to drive, we realized we needed money to be able to do anything we wanted. Then once we both started working, we learned we hardly have the time to do all the things we want. I guess that's one of the funny jokes that life plays on us. whatever. At least it felt like old school summer when we were shooting hoops yesterday like street ballas. (except i dont have any skills whatsoever not to mention inappropriate shoes). Anyways I have a list of things I want to do before summer's out. If you want to join me for one of them, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to a Giants game. &lt;br /&gt;2) Go to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;3) Miniature Golf.&lt;br /&gt;4) Nacho Libre.&lt;br /&gt;5) See a community theatre production.&lt;br /&gt;6) Car show, preferably one with drift.&lt;br /&gt;7) Popsies.&lt;br /&gt;8) Jamming. Though I don't play an instrument but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. on another note. thanks to all those who made my birthday a special one and everyone I saw that day, most specifically Al, Camille, and Jacob. You guys and your surprises. You made me a happy girl! I love the beach. I wanna go to the beach as much as possible this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Go to the beach. =P&lt;br /&gt;10) Have a BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially changed my tree from a willow to a cherry blossom tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the fact that Nilda danced at the club with a tall white guy with a black shirt that said "Mr. Right" deserved a place in my next LJ entry. And Emerald giving her number to the most awkward guy at the club. And that strange man in Berkeley that showed Em his balls and wiggled it around. *gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is PAY DAY! weeeeeeeeee! I better be hella bank today. I work too damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop singing "I Have Confidence" from Sound of Music. I want to go back to Salzburg. Like right now.</content>
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    <title>Hokay...So...</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T05:35:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T05:35:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"In Cairo" - Hot Hot Heat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was hot tubbing and playing with al, jess, jacob, and amy I actually felt boring for liking heterosexual sex. hahaha! Don't get me wrong, I had a blast rolling with them. I just felt boring and conservative. I told my mom that and she thought I was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the song "crazy" by gnarls barkley. I looked up the lyrics, and I'm trying to figure out if he's talking about drugs... ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cracked. I bought another dress at wet seal. I think I deserve it though considering the fact that I worked from 6pm to 4:10am on Sunday redoing two walls of the store. I officially hate Hate HATE basic tees. they're dumb. they want to be priced differently and my manager boss person told me first to do the whole wall only with the 7.50 shirts. took hella days. then she said to add the 8.50 and 9.50 shirts to the wall because all those shirts were 2 for $10. So my pretty ass display looked tacky because it the racks were jam packed with tees. then today she made me take out a lot of them because not ALL of them were 2 for $10. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! so I bought myself a dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room's hella clean and I added some of the decorations I had up in my dorm so it actually looks like I changed as a person since I moved back home. Also, it gives me reason to decorate my dorm room next year completely different. I'm really excited about that. =) So now that my room is hella clean, I'm willing to invite people over to play at my house and  hang out in my room. any takers? call me up. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the whole month of june is my birthday so I started celebrations early. At least that's what I told my mom so she'd take me out to dinner tonight. Worked like a charm. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everwood had their season finale. I must admit I was a lone soldier when it came to sincerely loving that show for the longest time. Within the two hours I probably teared up 4 or 5 times. I'm gonna miss that show. It ended hella cute style. I liked it even though I haven't been feeling particularly romantic lately. Where the hell am I going to get my dose of Ephram Brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hotness, Johnny Depp and Natalie Portman are geminis. And it is no coincidence that their birthdays are on the 9th. 6.9 . No doubt that was on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that was little more than a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.</content>
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    <title>I'm a Slimy Green Monster</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T04:27:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T04:27:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"83" by John Mayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">At least that's what Deanna said. and know what? I kind of LIKE the idea, believe it or not. Anyways, I decided to suck it up and have a life this week, which was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Jen graduate and that was cool to come back as the alum. It was definitely surreal seeing them do what my class did last year. New people got the awards we got, sat in the seats we sat in, wore those awkward green hats, and all the frilly goodness that goes along with graduating. I got to spend the evening with Jon, Rooz, Roxanne, Steven, Chrissy and even saw Mike and Dom because that's what Union Landing does to you. Too bad I decided to end the night by doing something despicable. Too bad I don't even feel bad for doing the despicable thing I did. I think that's the part that makes me a bad person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Jacob, Emerald, and Al was much fun. Watching code and frolicking in Pleasanton was pleasant, mos def. I had about an hour and a half before Jacob said he'd pick me up and within that time interval I get the bright ass idea to burn them all three separate mixes. Twas fun. Since I've been BARTing my life away in the name of money and wet seal, music is all I have in my 2 hours of commute four times a week. So many emotions/memories/thoughts/feelings have been triggered by the sounds coming out of my ipod mini. Just me and the music take me far far away from the other odd BART travelers and all reality as I stare out the window. So along with the formal catching up with these three folk, I thought I'd share it through the songs that have been frequenting my itunes. For some reason, it says all the things I can't say. But after discovering the wonders of Q-cup, stealing ring tones, and making all these summer plans, I leave the time I've spent with them on Monday and yesterday with a satisfied feeling in my heart like the feeling your tummy feels after eating a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to play with Sabreezy and Deanna, two of my USF faves, in San Francisco. Deanna, bless her heart, treated me and Bri to Boudins then we decided to play in Golden Gate park. We sat there like lazy asses watching everyone else play baseball or futbol or run or walk their dogs. But better than that, we judged those people. It was awesome. Like that guy is depressed because he has no friends or that old couple is talking about paint, no not paintings but paint. Like the kind you'd buy at Orchard Supply Hardware kind of paint. Fun times. It tickles me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new journal! yess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the end of school, watching Jen's graduation and seeing old friends again, I've established that goodbyes aren't as a big of a deal to me like it is with other people. Maybe it's because I have faith I will meet these people again or the fact that it is necessary to let go of people sometimes in order to grow. Like the motorcycle diaries quote in the beginning about how lives just run parallel for a time but there is a point where they ultimately go in different directions. In the words of the baker's wife in Into the Woods: "Let the moment go...Don't forget it for a moment, though." Sometimes, not always, the goodbye is forever. But I'd rather say goodbye to some people than never know them at all. random...but ya.</content>
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    <title>I'm so gullible, I believed my friend when he told me he was flying. Oh, Arnie...</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T07:09:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T19:00:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Pretty Baby" - The Spin Doctors</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And so ever since I moved back home I've been crazy busy, which is the exact opposite of last week where lounging around was my main occupation. Moving back my stuff was such a bitch because I accumulated a lot in the dorms. I never really realized how much clothes I had til now. It's a lot. for serious. Which is probably bad since I now am officially employed, at a retail clothing store no less. So for those of you that like San Francisco and a little store called Wet Seal Inc., hollatcha girl and visit! My first day was today, and my manager seems really nice and retail is something I'm not yet used to, but I'm starting to get the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a friend from my elementary school. I thought he looked good, but no matter how good he looks he will always be that pudgy smelly little boy I grew up with and was always sweaty after recess and lunch because he was the type that always engaged in some sort of sport. It's funny because those were the days where everyone called me Frances and hearing him call me that brought back memories. For some reason, it was nice to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many sources have told me that RENT was coming to this side of the country (LA and the Bay). So for those of you that loved the movie and have never seen the production, I highly suggest you do so if you can afford it. Jacob and I have established that it is necessary to see why the Rent enthusiasts (before the movie came out) love the play so much more than the movie even though most of the original cast was starred in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about the phrase "be there or be square". What if someone is trying to get another to go to a really "square" event. Would they still say "be there or be square"?&lt;br /&gt;Random Individual: Hey, so and so, some people are coming to my house with their computers so we can translate every fifth word of the dictionary into this rare dialect of old Russian then find a mathematical equation regarding the specific placement of every speckle on the ceiling of my room. Be there or be square. or would it be "Be square and be there"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So answering Al's question, I have established my top 5 pet peeves. In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1) Dirty sinks-I do not want to see the remnants of food or toothpaste or hair or a puddle of dirty water because of a crappy drain. I just want a clean sink when I wash my hands!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Contact with a dirty, hairy, ugly foot-Especially with a part of my body from the shoulder up. It's just gross. I'm so glad I didn't live in the biblical times when everyone wore sandals in the desert which made Jesus washing feet such a dirty dirty job. bleck. &lt;br /&gt;3) Flies. They're an eff'n nuisance. For serious. Especially when...no...just all the time.&lt;br /&gt;4) When I have shuffle going in my player and it randomly chooses songs I have no desire to listen to at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;5) Not being able to find parking-It's bloody stressful and inconvienent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**FREEZE**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That list makes me seem shallow and superficial. So here's a list that I would give to people I don't know that well so they don't think I'm weird and have issues.&lt;br /&gt;1) Cockiness- A guy can be attractive in every aspect but the moment they show me they're cocky (not confident, and yes I know the difference) they turn me off faster than Alicia Silverstone's career. For serious.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who stop liking the music they listen to once it becomes mainstream- People should love music for the music itself instead of the idea of liking a certain band/artist. If they care so much about people thinking a certain way about them and the music they listen to, then they've become exactly who they've tried to avoid being. Now if they stopped liking the song because it became too mainstream and it became played out, that's a different story...&lt;br /&gt;3) Fishers. -Not the ones who fish for fish, but the ones who fish for compliments. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's nice to hear others give compliments. Sometimes, people just need to hear something nice about themselves because they feel so low about who they are. I'm talking about the other people who do it constantly as their main source of self-esteem. There's something wrong there. And frankly, they already know they're fabulous, they just keep fishing for compliments anyway. &lt;br /&gt;4) Closed Minded People. -Especially when I disagree with these closed-minded people. It's exhausting and unfortunate when I discuss controversial topics with those folks.&lt;br /&gt;5) When people use me/take me for granted -Which happens a lot, and it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ya. that's a separate less superficial list. choose which one you like better, Al. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Roxanne, it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You're a good listener. Like crazy good. You're so easy to talk to, and I feel like I can tell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;2) Song-Feel Good Inc; Movie-You Got Served (hahaha I don't know why. it just does.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Something stupid because it's fun to laugh with you. Maybe play a prank on one of our mutual friends?&lt;br /&gt;4) You already established how we met so a random memory was when we joined Step CLub and became caramel in a chocolate world. Or movies with Allen and Roozbeh when you wore the hat I convinced you to buy. =P&lt;br /&gt;5) Chrome the cologne.&lt;br /&gt;6) "A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous." -Coco Chanel&lt;br /&gt;7) Why were you named Roxanne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PS I'm still loving the dangling earrings. So much I've lost count of all the ones that I have...is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I think I'm done because this entry is freakin long. And I think it's high time for a midnight snack because i napped through dinner.</content>
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    <title>I'm officially done with my freshman year.</title>
    <published>2006-05-17T01:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-17T01:20:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Flying High" by Jem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Now here's the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is far from the Lindsay Lohan's "lucky" life in her newest movie. I wasn't blessed with height or the best body. I don't have the clearest skin or the biggest brain (or heart for that matter). I'm not rich, I'm not powerful, and I'm certainly not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I was sitting on a pink towel at Baker Beach soaking up the warmth from the sun with pretty San Francisco houses to my left, the Golden Gate Bridge to my right, and the mouth of the bay and the beginning of the ocean right in front of me. Beside me were my two best friends at college and my ipod was playing Jem. And although I did not have a lot of what people might call luck or perfection, at that moment I felt inexplicably fortunate to be me. Living my life. My beach. My sun. My friends. My moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES IT!</content>
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    <title>In the order of those who commented first...</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T07:52:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T07:52:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>watching Pirates of the Caribbean</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(Funny how the first four begin with J...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love how you're little and you drive a truck...I love how that truck is green.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "Sunday Kind of Love" by Etta James; Movie- "Royal Tenenbaums"&lt;br /&gt;3. Something crafty like making soap or sewing sun dresses&lt;br /&gt;4. Bravo&lt;br /&gt;5. The first memory I have of you is during free time in Caritas Creek and I told you to smile for a picture and you did. I still have the picture. (in case you were wondering). and FYI your hair was uber long then. &lt;br /&gt;6. "To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking." -Agnes De Mille&lt;br /&gt;7. If you can beat up any historical figure, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've probably said this time and time again, but I absolutely love your laugh. It makes my day whenever I can make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "The Lonely Goatheard" by Julie Andrews and Von Trapp Children; Movie- Any of the Harry Potters *wink*&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't know why but we should drive bumper cars together.&lt;br /&gt;4. sharpies and keds!&lt;br /&gt;5. We were both part of council 4 in leadership camp in Danville, and we exchanged AIM sns and kept in touch until we met up again in high school!&lt;br /&gt;6. "A laugh is a smile that bursts."  -Mary H. Waldrip&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite color to use to paint your toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like how the songs you downloaded on my Limewire are some of my most played songs on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "Weak" by SWV; Movie-"Love Me If You Dare" &lt;br /&gt;3. We should go to Bakers Square and have some pie. I WANT PIE!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Agubua&lt;br /&gt;5. You were there the first time I ever in my life heard the word BITCH. We were tattle telling on a girl who said "shit" and then she tried telling your mom that you said Bitch. I didn't know what that meant, so I just assumed she meant ditch.&lt;br /&gt;6. "The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart." -Rumi&lt;br /&gt;7. Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like how you like orange. It's such a bright color.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt; Movie-Billy Elliot&lt;br /&gt;3. You should take me for a ride on your motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;4. Corn on the Cob (but replace corn with Jake of course. XD)&lt;br /&gt;5. This gross guy was about to try to make out with me until you and Al showed me where the men's hotel room was and we lost the guy. You saved me from a regrettable hook-up. When I first heard of you, I asked is you were a convict. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.&lt;br /&gt;For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Panin&lt;br /&gt;7. When was the last time you ate a homegrown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have similar mannerisms and personality traits as my best friend in elementary school. I find that endearing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "A Woman's Worth" by Alicia Keys; Movie-The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;3. I should kick it with you in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;4. trading Cotillion notes. no one (unless youre a cotty veteran) can know what we went through; and bunni&lt;br /&gt;5. We were both in Mr. Showers's class for english 9 and you raised your hand a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Don't worry. Be happy."&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite thing to do when you're drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like how you were supposed to be named Albacore. like the fish.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "Torn" by Natalie Imbrulia; Movie-Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;3. We should go on a roadtrip together!&lt;br /&gt;4. Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;5. You were there for my first game of spin the bottle in my hot tub with the thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;6. "One of the safest places to be in the world is the stage." -Frank Langella&lt;br /&gt;7. If you can be any kind of tree, what kind would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerald:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're a little girl with a big personality. What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;2. Song-"Push It" by Salt N Peppa; Movie-Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;3. We should compare mixes *wink*&lt;br /&gt;4. tomagotchis (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;5. I met you on your birthday at the St. Bedes festival and you were introduced to me as "EJ"&lt;br /&gt;6. "Love has the longest arms" -Megan McCafferty&lt;br /&gt;7. What songs are on your mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You and I laugh at the weirdest shit when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song- "Sun and Moon" -Miss Saigon; Movie- Milo and Otis&lt;br /&gt;3. Let's go to Great America!&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm telling the story!&lt;br /&gt;5. I walked into your room and saw the picture you hung up of Lea Salonga and the rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;6. "From now on, I'll be at your side. Forever, I promise. Just give me time to grow up." - Malena&lt;br /&gt;7. Why did you throw sand at people when you were a little kid?</content>
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    <title>Alright, I have to do this now.</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T02:36:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T02:36:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Rock WIth You" by Michael Jackson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Thanks, Camille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And FYI, I never liked condiments. ketchup, mustard, and all that never seemed appealing to me. I don't know why...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment on this entry and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll name something we should do together.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.</content>
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    <title>You're a SNAKE.....sssssss!</title>
    <published>2006-05-06T03:05:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-06T03:08:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"You Owe Me an IOU" - by Hot Hot Heat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy Cinco de Mayo, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man alive has it been a long time since I updated. My bad. haha. Well I've been up to some crazy stuff lately. Nothing really pivotal in my life has happened...I'm just living. Next week is my last of classes and week after is finals although I really don't think any of my finals are taking place that week because they're mostly papers and all that. I think my last final takes place on May 13 (yes a Saturday) at 8am. Harsh asses... But I'm excited for it to be all over. Thoughts of summer fill my head and sleeping in sounds so inviting. I need a job like crazy. I've been applying to some places downtown just because the minimum wage is pretty high in comparison to other places in the bay area (AKA back home.) Although if I can't find a job here, I'm perfectly happy with one back home if anyone knows of any places hiring. Each option has its pros and cons so whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice going home last weekend to see the musical. It was weird not being a part of it. That made me all nostalgic and miss my fellow theatre heads. Man oh man. musical seriously defined my high school career (along with dance of course!) maybe I should audition for a show next year...Not that I can get the feeling of being with my Moreau kids again but maybe the feeling I get when I'm on stage during a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the immigration march on Monday. Originally my roommate and I just wanted to take pictures because we like photography, but then we ended up getting caught in the energy. I even choked up a little. It was really powerful, and the sense of community felt so strong. I enjoyed it even though I had a harsh ass sunburn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My written journal is almost finished. I bought it on Camille's birthday in November. It has so many of my firsts recorded in its pages. It's quite astonishing how much I've grown. Reading through it makes me happy and without regrets for my freshman year. A whole page is devoted to all the quotes I flagged from Charmed Thirds. Oh, Jessica Darling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride to the yeah yeah yeahs concert, this guy in a purple outfit complete with a purple cape and a purple crown in a wheelchair tried to wheel himself on the bus but his maunal wheelchair had its wheels stuck in the ramp. So he actually stood up and pulled his wheelchair into the bus. I was hella laughing on the inside. And Camille's face looked so serious and nonchalant as if she sees something like that everyday. hahaha! Priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roomie for next year! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0967.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahiko costumes for Lu'au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0977.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanalei Moon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0986.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom and some hyphy juice we consumed before watching the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0991.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bren's a STAR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0994.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin. YAAAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_0999.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's gangsta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_1003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm from a shot and waiting for the bus to see YEAH YEAH YEAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_1004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen O. The woman who will possibly turn me into a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_1040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The March on May Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_1047.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these kinds of dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/franniekins/last%20of%20freshman%20year%20sucka/100_1044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate (Jade)and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favorite, my very first you tube upload from the protest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u11B2S1L0Xo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u11B2S1L0Xo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL FIN</content>
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    <title>Good Timing, Life</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T07:07:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T07:07:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It's funny how timing seems to be perfect in good and very bad ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, it's cool how Charmed Thirds came out during freshman year of college. How appropriate that Jessica Darling goes through a lot of issues quite similar to mine and fellow froshies in college. The issues of new friends, old friends and facebook (even though in the book it's referred to as "the facebook" which bothers me for some reason)are only some examples of the things I can relate to. Seriously if she was a real person, she'd be like my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also weird that every time she is able to get passed Marcus Flutie, he pulls some sort of shtick to get back in the picture and haunt her thoughts once again. Although I do not have a man that was best friends with my grandmother, wrote a song about my "Crocodile Lies" or even wrote a poem to get into my pants, a character in my life exists that has a habit of poppin back into the picture once I begin to forget about him. Actually in that respect, I have a couple Fluties....either that or I'm just plain ole boy crazy. But it's the timing, my friends. Do these guys do this to me inadvertently or are they really out to get me? ....evil bastards.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also exceptional timing that when I was purchasing some bras the other day, "Man I Feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or right when I needed to go pee, the bathrooms just opened from cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...it's the timing. ALL about the timing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, aside from marveling about time, I'm just the same ole me. Neurotic, impulsive, extreme, busy me. It feels like so many pivotal instances occurred since I last posted which is ok because I'd rather tell people in person BIG news. So I guess I'll just provide random facts that I might forget to bring up when the time comes to catch up with all you kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've decided to take belly dancing classes this summer. Apparently they really work your abs and I went to a free class a couple weeks ago and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My hula debut is less than a week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I saw The Professional and thought it was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Les Miserables and the memories I have of the show have been keeping me going when I've been down lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I made it into the orientation team for next year. I'm really excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm seriously going to take the Chinese class for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I found a pet rock today and named it Germaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My itunes deleted ALL my music. The funny thing is I'm not trippin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya...hope everyone had a very Happy Easter and had fun enjoying what they gave up for Lent. I gave up eating ice cream and __________ _________.  It was nice doing both this past week. And if you know what's good for you, go out and read Charmed Thirds. And if you have no idea what I'm talkiing about then go read Sloppy Firsts then Second Helpings and THEN Charmed Thirds. =) Heart you all.</content>
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