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  <title>Julio</title>
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    <title>I miss you Halifax!</title>
    <published>2008-06-13T12:28:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T12:28:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh hi!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking at a new place today! Its a six level town house with two sun rooms and two washrooms and a huge yard! I don't get paid untill next week, so I can't walk in the door and put a huge deposit down. Considering the price and the deal and the area, I want it even if it is a dump. It is the prettiest little neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;I am so so so sooo excited to be potentially be getting out of my parents house. I hate living there. Its pretty miserable. Since my room burnt down about two weeks ago, I have almost no where to sleep there. I finally got a mattress last week and now since they actually started to renovate it , I had to take everything out. Oh well. I'm going to get some mad insurance money.&lt;br /&gt;I had too much stuff anyway.</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2008-05-12T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T03:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T03:00:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;DREADS!DREADS!DREADS!DREADS!&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. More like fluffy balls of waxed misery. My scalp hates me. About a month from now though I'm sure they will be rad but because my hair is short and stupidly layered its doing this Side Show Bob sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Owa owwa owaa ow. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable, tomorrow I'm sure my scalp will stop crying and maybe I'll get a picture up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jellyfishjive:37315</id>
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    <title>Owwa!</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T03:51:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T03:55:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="https://www.sector9.com/Prod/bbf075_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="363" alt="" width="164" src="https://www.sector9.com/Prod/bbf075_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My whole body hurts. At about quater to nine this morning I decided to go flying into a stop sign. I caught it with my arm and the rest of my body seemed to mold around it at high speed. This leaves me with a very swollen arm. I love bruises though.&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday I bought a longboard on impulse. I am very glad that I did. It is seriously one of the most fun things ever. It is soo smooth and personally I find a hundred times more fun and comfortable then skateboards. Unfortunately I have no muscles on any part of my body that doesnt involve walking/biking/folding t-shirts/random thrashing and breakdowns. I hurt so so so bad. The crash this morning seems to have gotten rid of any brazeness that I previously had, maybe I can gather some up before work tomorrow. Oh ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my work keys. It is so lame. There was a creepy fella walking behind me , I whipped out my safety pin (of doom) and I think at this point they fell off and onto the massive death hill. Which by the way, is a bad idea to longboard down... Most the hills in Dartmouth are when&amp;nbsp;you have no idea how to stop or slowdown...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting the locks and keys replaced is 300$ which is awful. I hope they don'treally make me pay that. Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Hm what else?&lt;br /&gt;Our store was robbed, or more like ripped apart and stuffed into a group of girls backpacks.&amp;nbsp; More then 700$ of merchandise. Needless to say I was in shit. But seriously they were scary, and security WOULDNT do anything and it didn't help that there were two of us and the should have been 4 people working. Geeze.&lt;br /&gt;Retail drives me nuts, somehow I love it there.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2008-04-21T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T23:51:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T23:51:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Feeling very down and out the past couple of weeks I decided to ramble around the city. It was nice. I was disapointed I didn't get to hang out with Alex because he had to go help out his mom, but I didn't let it get to me. I just walked and enjoyed the nice day. It's the first entirely nice day I've had in a while. I don't even think I can jinx it at this point. I got enough vitamin D to last me days.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a dialogue running in my head all day. As if I'm writing, not in the crazy way. I forgot how refreshing it was to trap yourself under a stack of books and devour every word untill you've escaped. Disassociating myself has never felt so good.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2008-04-04T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T03:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T03:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm very tired of Nova Scotia. The world is so much bigger. I feel very very trapped.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be satisfied with leaving this house. It's Nova Scotia as a whole, maybe even Canada. Hell, maybe even North America. I want to run away and romanticize the hell out of it. I want culture shock. I want my eyes to open up and realize I never knew anything and that this microcosm of a life pales in comparison at the rest of the beauty in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Also I bet I used microcosm wrong, but its a nice word.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Limited Time Only!</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T02:35:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T02:35:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to work with blondish hair today. It was a very interesting change. Alot of people suprised me by telling me it looked good. I was sort of confused and vapid all day, but I can't say that was a change of pace sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="ch-ch-ch-changes"&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="" width="387" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/badfish_jive_/Picture016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="353" alt="" width="430" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/badfish_jive_/Picture034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm dyeing it back tomorrow or the next day and then I will get my lovely stylist, aka Alex, to dread it. Wooot woot wooot. Proper dreadies.&lt;br /&gt;After combing dreads out twice I thought it might be a nice idea to get it done right proper. Unfortunatly I'll have bangs still, but ooh man, because its so thinned out from styling adventures they will be super short and in turn probably super cute. Well unless you're one of those maniacs who hates cute little baby dreads. Look away man.&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted these forever, Alex says he'll disown me if I comb them out. I'm glad.</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2008-03-27T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-28T01:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-28T01:07:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SHooooOooOoOoopa! &lt;br /&gt;I think I may change everything about me, I feel like I've kept myself dormant for a long time. Maybe all of winter, maybe a year or two. I'm not sure. I don't especially hate myself, I just don't see me when I look in the mirror. I see a bag of skin and bones and chub that I've decently maintained over the winter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my lip peirced tomorrow and I don't care what you think .&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a sex-bot.&lt;br /&gt;Turbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/a/ab/180px-Medusapiercing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited! Excited Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jellyfishjive:35773</id>
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    <title>Alberta?</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T16:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T16:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Angst?"&gt;My family loves to gossip. I love my family dearly but I've always felt I needed to keep them as far away from me as possible. Physically or other wise. In fact I'd say I'm this way about most people. All my problems, everything bad thats ever happened I keep deep deep down. I've been reflecting alot in the last two or three months and much more then usual lately.&amp;nbsp; I've decided that in my life there has been very few moments in which I was truly happy. I've been pretending. I've been lying. I've been pleased, or excited, but never worry free. I don't remember being without mania, or the depression. I remember being five and crying everyday under the coffee table feeling so alone. They all joked that I was depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to mentally create a timeline of my life. I feel like everything has been a movie. Like I'm only a&amp;nbsp;character. I don't think I can move forward untill all of this is resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a rant last week to my sister Robyn&amp;nbsp;and spoke so honestly to her about everything, I let her so close to me and I feel a bit like an idiot now. She told my other sister Stephanie and I know shes going to continue onto my parents. I don't want them to know me, these people people who've been so cold to me. Practically catonic to me untill I was 11, I don't remember them in my childhood and I don't trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I told Stephanie I was going to just leave all this behind someday. Up and leave. She told me today she wants to send me to Alberta for two weeks. I think I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you ask for help your entire life, even beg for it, and as soon as you're an adult and casually mention it everyone is up in arms.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, for once I feel a little bit clear headed at the opprotunity of getting out of Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>My life as a movie.</title>
    <published>2008-02-03T03:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-03T03:18:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">His name is Alex. I sent him a cupcake, he sent me a little origami box with a chocolate inside. He guessed who I was. My life really doesn't feel real right now at all.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I wanted to send him on some sort of little adventure like Amelie, I told him I didn't because he might think I'm a crazy stalker.&lt;br /&gt; Alex says I should have. &lt;br /&gt;I told him to forget he ever met me... I have no idea what sort of adventure I'm going to plan, but I need to figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid I'm going to wake up, this is amazing.</content>
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    <title>Psst.</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T07:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T07:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am awake.&lt;br /&gt;So early.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;A challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate-jalapeño cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My life feels like a movie, and I'm too excited to meet a stranger who I've never met.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2007-10-15T14:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-15T17:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-15T17:37:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to illustrate a short story, a&amp;nbsp; children's story I think. It doesn't matter if its already illustrated as long as its not as over illustrated as Harry Potter for example. I think a simple project would be nice little hobby to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;What do YOU think would be a nice little kid story?</content>
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    <title>I wouldnt even put half of it in my portfolio.</title>
    <published>2007-10-13T20:00:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-13T20:00:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I quit NSCAD. For now anyway. I just don't feel like its going anywhere and I knew that before I even went it wouldn't - I just wanted the BA. I plan on going to NSCC next year and make some real money instead of Monopoly money. I'll go back when I'm settled down a little bit. I like this plan.&lt;br /&gt;Since quiting I've been way more excited to do art. I seemed to have forgotten why I was at NSCAD to begin with. Because I enjoyed it. I do not however enjoy drawing garlic for hours and hours. I do not enjoy my 4 hour class on how to use the magic wand on Photoshop. I do not enjoy dreading to do ANOTHER self-portrait. I am excited to be out.&lt;br /&gt;People seem a bit upset when I tell them I've quit. I don't understand why, the stuff I was making before Garlic and Popcorn and Potatos was much better, plus at NSCC I'd be able to get a job where I can make money to supply my art habit. So maybe some day I'll make them happy and I'll go back to the 'Natural Mundane Object' assignment.</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2007-10-07T14:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T17:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T17:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Kate came home! I missed her!&lt;br /&gt;Today is busy busy busy, but I don't work much this week. I don't think I really mind though.&lt;br /&gt;Today is turkey and picnic face and dollar drinks! Weee!</content>
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    <title>A ramble, I don't think it makes sense. aha.</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T02:44:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T02:44:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I feel like less than a person. No reason why. I just don't feel 100%, I havn't in a couple of days, let's blame kids shopping for back to school. Work never stops being BUSY. If I feel like less than a person I should get the choice to feel like something cool like a puli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/breedinformation/herding/images/puli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be so cool. Julie the puli. I'm pretty sure though dogs are a better thing to be than people, so if I had a choice, that wouldn't be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be a representation of the early nineties - not a person but an iconic symbol.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;After thoroughly thinking this out I have come to the conclusion that I remember little of the early nineties. I remember Jerry Springer and Dudley the Dragon. I remember not knowing french in french immersion and pretending I knew what was going on. I eventually figured it out, I just remember the teacher talking in french the first day and I didn't understand a word of it. I also remember I had a hair elastic that said JULIE on it, so everyone somehow knew my name and gave me the crazy idea that I might&amp;nbsp;have friends&amp;nbsp;because people knew my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have awesome sunglasses I found that must have gotten lost in time and landed in EB Games 17 or so years later. They are pretty 90's symbolic. I feel like an object I should just wear a symbol. Merge and disapear... at least untill back to school is over.</content>
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    <title>It turns out I never got called because her phone was broken!</title>
    <published>2007-08-21T14:27:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T14:27:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a job! Well two. One is at D-tox. SCORE!</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2007-08-20T01:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-20T05:01:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-20T05:01:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can never sleep when Im a sicky. Oh well I don't work untill 12 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have been making lists, these lists are often boring, it is a boring thing I do when I am bored. Lists lists lists. So many of these lists make me wish my birthday was more often. I wish there was a gift giving occasion closer to fall.&amp;nbsp;I could get this:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="205" alt="" width="166" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rsad403w_Black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the lady, the shirt type thing that she is wearing. Although I woulndn't mind having her either, she could wash my dishes and do the laundry. I am sure Kate would love to have her too. The fact that she only had the one shirt ( which I would steal) could make the whole situation more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;... I have gone on a tangent, lists.&amp;nbsp; My wrist - I have noticed really hurts, a month of lifting fry racks does that. When I go back to Drawing 2 life will be hell-a-painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2007-08-18T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-19T01:25:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-19T01:25:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;No work today. I feel sick. &lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my day lolly-gagging and waiting for that call from D-tox that never came. I am quite annoyed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to The Attic to see The Jimmy Swift Band&amp;nbsp;. The Attic is waaay better then The Dome I think. JSB was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Kates cupcakes I baked some of my own&amp;nbsp;out of boredom, I am very proud of them. They are vanilla cupcakes with cinnamon-brown sugar swirls. I made three kinds of icing, which I am even more proud of; vanilla, hot chocolate (a dash of cinnamon) and dark chocolate (a dash of coffee). They are tasty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been packing a little bit today. I am very excited to move, I am moving to Halifax with Cup-Kate at the end of the month if you didn't know. I expect it will be a good time, or at least a better time with less meal options. On a related note I don't have a couch, if you have one or see one thrown out next door message me I would so appreciate it.&amp;nbsp; (Any other 'usless' junk you have might be awesome too ^.^)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>PS- RUN FASTER!</title>
    <published>2007-05-13T03:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-13T03:48:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Julie =1 Stupid Kids=0.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I didn't even close to beat a kid up, but I thought it was funny. Everett almost did but I wouldn't let him. I was so touched he wanted to defend me, aww.&lt;br /&gt;I was biking with Everett and Jamie Murray tonight in Shubie. Earlier when it was just me and Everett this big group of kids (not the same kids at all as the ones in Creighton) comes out into the parking lot. Everett jumped the curb and pretty much flew down the hill. It looked pretty neat. The little jerks go on about it, and me being slower and not willing to risk my life flying down a hill stays back about 5 feet away from the dunderheads. They're hooting and hollering " Buddy thinks he can bike!".Right.. Dumb kids whatever, I was a dumb kid, so I ignored them, I suprisingly I didn't even give them a dirty look ,glance or twice over. This one kid starts walking infront of my bike , his arms outstretched and obviously looking for a fight. What I had done to offend him by avoiding a curb and bikeing down a hill, noooo idea. I was still pretty P.O'ed at kids allready so there was no way I was going to stop for some little twit looking for a&amp;nbsp; fight. I ran into him. I went down the hill. His friends hooted and hollored. It was an awesome hill.&lt;br /&gt;I felt great after running into the little jerk. (and I probably would have anyway, and if I hadn't the group of like 9-10 kids would have probably beat me up if I had of stopped&amp;nbsp;and Everett wouldnt have noticed me gone for another few minutes since he was flying down a hill)&lt;br /&gt;So continueing down a trail I noticed the kid I ran into was running after me. AHA, I think he thought I was a guy with my big sweater on, either that or he was a total bone-head.&amp;nbsp; This kid, and this is almost admirable how well he kept up, is dragging a HUGE branch. He planned on beating me with a branch? This doesnt seem very effective. I laughed. I caught up with Everett who seemed to want to actually fight the kid, as much as I rant that I'd beat a kid up I'd probably still feel guilty.I almost wish I had of let him but just said no. I wanted to bike. I ran into the kid, he at least had a reason to be pissed ( besides the fact that he walked into me). We biked on and laughed ..very loudly at the kid running, and throwing bits or gravel at us (haha). I told him to run faster. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad person, but I think he deserved it. Man, kids are so nuts. I wish they'd stop the randomly attacking people. Verbally or physically, they're a pain in the ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>TODAY IS ANOTHER LOVELY DAY</title>
    <published>2007-05-10T16:27:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-10T16:27:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The pessimist in me thinks something bad will happen very soon. It is so nice out, leaves seem to actually be growing now, I raked the yard and ripped out some dead bushes yesterday (I was so very very bored). I found all kinds of neat stuff, like we have fiddle-heads growing. Monsieu Everett advises I dig them up and get the violin out of the dirt.&amp;nbsp; Har har. I wish , violins are awesome, I used to play when I was little. I'd like to start again. I can't wait untill I have money again. Not even to buy big things like tattoos , clothes, trips to Calgary, or even a spaceship seem sooo important (although I wil when I get money). I would really like to just go out for sushi, or get an energy drink again whenever I felt like it.. Oh yes and to pay for that finacial leech they call NSCAD. OH silly school I ALMOST miss you, I'll give it a couple of weeks, I'm sure by the time school swings back around I'll regret missing it and not doing more illustrative things all summer. I've been sewing a bunch though! It's so fun, I made a dinosaur head pin-cushin, I should scan it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>HOLY COW! (RANT!)</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T22:51:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I forgot why I used to ride my bike exclusively at night! Those rich little shit-head Crayton Park kids were out today due to the warmth and sun ,where I've allready been out since it was snowing one day&amp;nbsp; +12 the next.&amp;nbsp; They are for some reason attatched to pissing me off! Everytime I see one of those shits without Everett around they yell things at me and piss me off.&amp;nbsp; If Everetts there they're all friendly "they were in such and such swim class I taught" he'd say. The fucking shits can't figure out how to swim on they're own. MAN I HATE KIDS. I swear even if they're kids I might knock their heads together if I'm given a hard time again. I told them off today and they shut up for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;ARRR. I put up with dumb kids everyday walking home from highschool, I'd rather the gangster baby's then the rich-shits. At least I can be satisfied knowing those ghetto babys will probably have a a baby and no daddy by the time theyre 16.&amp;nbsp; The rich shits though... Probably go to some nice university, I hope they all get uncomfortable office jobs with no air conditioning! I hope they get addicted to coke and their (trophy) wife leaves them, alone, in a huge house. I hope they crash on airplane to the Bahamas. I hope they grow up and stop pissing me off everytime I go to ride my bike! Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;I think the little jerk-balls know where I live now. They were gathered at the end of my street after I had gone in different direction to avoid conflict and me spilling their blood.&amp;nbsp; I knew the kid at the end of the street and if he says anything, or if their poisonous little eyes followed me .I WILL AQUIRE DINOSAUR STRENGTH AND CRUSH THEM!! &lt;br /&gt;I was soooooo scared they'd take my brand awesome new bike (I checked theirs out, mines significantly better). I locked mine up. Stealing one of those twots shitty bikes wouldnt be half as&amp;nbsp;satisfying as mine.&lt;br /&gt;How much trouble can you get in for beating kids up who hassle and provoke you on the street. They're all teen-pre-teeny twiggy kids. I could take 5 of them, well as angry as I was I could have.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT THESE KIDS HASSLEING ME?</content>
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    <title>Monsters in the closet and under the bed.</title>
    <published>2007-05-06T15:51:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Im cleaning my closet.&amp;nbsp;The mess inside has&amp;nbsp;slowly been towering since I moved in about 4 years ago. I have so much useless junk! I have maybe 15-20 pairs of shoes in here, most of them hand me downs and most of them I'm not sure I've ever worn or even seen.&amp;nbsp; I found about 6 sketchbooks all about one third filled. I found&amp;nbsp;a blimp shaped kite about four feet long and torn to shreds. I have numerous seal figurines. There are several pairs of pants several sizes to big for me. I have boxes full of paper with markers and doodles and grade 10 math homework. I found&amp;nbsp;a note from my 18th birthday sending me on a quest across Halifax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found pictures. I look almost like my little sister in one, who really dosnt look anything like me (except the dark hair). I used to be so different. I wish I knew someone who was me in grade 10... If that makes any sense. I sometimes wish I was still me from grade 10 or 11 but present day. I mean I am still me, duh, but&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm nicer now? More conscious? Less angry? I don't know. Maybe all the pictures just made me mildy naustalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is I have no idea what to do with all of this. I have about 6 floatation devices which I may glue to the sneakers and attatch to a guitar stand and make A BIG MONSTER. And of course I'd add the big wooden penis from the black market.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to throw all this out, what do I dooooo....&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>stoled from liz, lonng...</title>
    <published>2007-05-06T02:48:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-06T02:53:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="survey says..."&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Julie Anne Nicholson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: February 24,1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Halifax&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Halifax/Dartmouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Ones green the other is brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair:&amp;nbsp; Sable brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5' 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: fishesfishesfishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: hmm.. Europe.Mostly the UK and Bulgaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shoes you wore today: Flats...in the rain...genious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fears:&amp;nbsp; I've been working on this.. Butterflies.. mirrors/washrooms, the dark (mostly shapes in the dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: BBQ Chicken, green peppers, mushrooms, or the pizza Erins mom makes, mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: Get a job. Be productive. Feel more confident in my own skin.Fill an entire sketchbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: I don't really think untill I've been up for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: On me? I like a few things and dislike some otheres. I like my face and my legs and my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: I usually go to bed at 12, otherwise I'm doing nothign on the computer untill dawns crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Having friends around all the time. Having a group. Me Tara and Kelly playing uno with crazy accents at the sportsplex, my 18th birthday when I went on a quest and was attacked with confetti under the wave... Doing nothing with Jen and Erin, spending all night&amp;nbsp; talking about nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Four&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Eh, I don't care, I agree with Liz, pop is gross (except rootbeer floats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: hmm.. group anything, single dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: More than I ought to. I lack class sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing: I havnt in a while, this is odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take showers daily:Yessssss, I'd shower twice if I was aloud, I love water, showers are so meditative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: OMG ULL NEBER GUESS WHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love:&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to go college: Not really. It's funny but its so much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: I dont know. I'd be happy living my life and having someone to fall back on, I dont need a gown and tiara to give me a happily ever after. I can make it myself. I do not especially want to be 'given away' thats stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself:&amp;nbsp; Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: I have, I've been weird since my ear started ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive: Honestly? Yes, I'm chubby though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: I'm reasonable. I understand what I should be eating, I'm trying hard to get on track, but I wont hate myself for a delicious peice of cake. lol, I'm allabout 'extream' sports*aka biking and hiking and camping and outdoorsy stuff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: No , I do, but I don't. We're in an odd situation I think. I should be moved out, I can't be right now. So they've been the grownup and the boss of me, and this subconsciously confuses me that I'm my own boss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: Yes, I love rain all together. I hate fogging glasses SOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Six - in the past month have you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yes.. I think I might have to get a job there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: I've decided box cookies (with the exception of deacadent) are gross, I'll eat a plate of my own cookies, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Yes, I love sushi, I might marry sushi, Sushi is hot in a tux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: Yes.I found my skates today Liz (or anyone else, I'm just reading her answer as I go along though) if you want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: Several times. No groceries eh? TIME TO BAKE I SAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: Never. It was also winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Nah, I don't know if I will again for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: Wanted to, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Seven - Ever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: I've gotten sick. But that was more the off balance ear ringing then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: No,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got beaten up: I used to fight alot when I was a kid. I never gotten beat up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Eight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you hoped to be married: I dont know about married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number and name of children:&amp;nbsp; Maybe when I'm oooold (lol, 30?) maybe two, you know you can't just have one, theyd be a bigger pain in the butt I think. I love the name Maeve Joy, I also like the name Jason, there were other names.. I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream wedding: If I WERE to get married Id like it to be in the carribean, on a beach, maybe filmed and we could have a party when we got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: My mommy told me I wont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to attend college: I had a dream I was accepted to NewYork something something of art. I'm still at good old NSCAD though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Job: Graphic artist, conceptual artist, tattoo artist, small business owner, painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country you want to visit: Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Nine - In a guy/girl...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: I'm sort of indifferent, these things dont make me love someone, or even find them attractive, I have very diverse taste. I prefer how someone presents themselves and then I hit there personality and theyre tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: Taller than me (I mean Im only 5'4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best weight: it depends how they wear the weight. I probably would be able to be with someone twice (or thrice) my size, Id be crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best first date location: Doing something fun in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best first kiss location: Were ever it happens! I dont think the first kiss is that important, but it does have to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Ten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of drugs taken illegally: mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: ...I'm not sure I trust my life with anyone. If I had to? Maybe three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: 4? I think 2 grew over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name's been in the news: I don't think ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: alot, Im tanned though all year round and so theyre covered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: Looking back? I don't regret it, the week I did it, I did alot. I regret losing track of people. I regret being manipulative and I regret being a jerk so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Eleven-What is your favorite...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gum: cappiccino and peaches, not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restaurant: Somewhere new! I like the weird monk and dharmas the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink: Orange juice and some sort of clear pop like sprite at the same time, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season: Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type of weather: breezy and warm if not near hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotion: satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing to do on a half day: Bike! I was thinking today about how I used to love going fishing with Sam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late-night activity: Movies? Plotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sport: Swimming, biking, football (playing it not watching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;city: Halifax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;store: DA dollah store mah homie, Im Pooooooooor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Twelve-When was the last time you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried: I'm not sure, not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a sport: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed: Today with miss Kate Leth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged someone: hmm.... Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone: Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt depressed: Today and yesterday, recently, I think I do it out of boredom, man I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt elated: Probably today, Im all over the map with my mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt overworked: Not since school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faked sick: ALOT in highschool. I just felt depressed somedays and took it off and said I wasnt feeling well, it was true I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lied: Probably rencenty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Later.Thirteen-What was the last...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word you said: Something about pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing you ate: Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song you listened to: Waterskis by Champange Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing you drank:&amp;nbsp;Water I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place you went to: Halifax with Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie you saw: I watched most of Kung Foo Hustke the other day, it was funnnnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie you rented:&amp;nbsp; I forgot what it was called, Magnolia? something about a flower and some guy died, and it rained frogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Fourteen-Who was the last person you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged: Everett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried over: I just felt like crying probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed: Everett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced with: I am not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shared a secret with: Also not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a sleepover with: Kate Leth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called: My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a movie with: Everett and other peole maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw: My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were angry with: hmm, no one right now, this is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsessed over: Making stuff, altering clothes,sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Fifteen-Have you ever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced in the rain: Yes, I had a bar of soap in my boot, I showered too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone: NO COOTIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done drugs: mayhap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept around: Eww no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partied 'til the sun came up: Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a movie marathon:&amp;nbsp; Im sure I have. I looove movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone too far on a dare: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spun until you were immensely dizzy: All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken a survey quite like this before:&amp;nbsp; Yes, they own me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layer.Sixteen-What are your thoughts on...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abortion?: Do what you gotta do.But just so you know abortion isnt the only choice. I think adoption isn't always considered as much of an option anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Penalty?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution?:Not really.It should be regualted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol?: Is fun in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana?: Not bad.Only in moderation. It's more addictive then people care to admit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other drugs?: Thats a very wide topic, I dont think I'll bother unless this was more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay marriage?: Give'r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking?: I AM SO TIRED OF SMELLING LIKE SMOKE. I WANT TO MOVE OUT AND SMELL LIKE LAUNDRY AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk driving?:&amp;nbsp;Is very very very dumb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloning?: Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism?: it happens. It would be neat if itd stop, the work was pregressing pretty good on the whole racism and gender equality dealio... and then there comes television and MTV, oooh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premarital sex?: Mariage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion?: Spirituality is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war in Iraq?: Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloading music?: Yeah, they really need to figure out how to deal with people stealing music. Untill then my collection expands, if its really good though I buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legal drinking age?: Is were it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn?: Is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide?: Is not accepted in western culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="CLEAR: both" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I always try to think of a subject line...</title>
    <published>2007-04-21T20:28:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hello! I felt I was in need for another update, I'm on everyday and every now and then I think that I'm a bit of a stalker or something. Like Livejournal is a window into other peoples lives and I'm just peeping in. Creepy Julie.&amp;nbsp; Really though its more like I'm reading&amp;nbsp; a newspaper about peoples everyday lives, which is probably better than that garbage in the real newspaper, gah! Staying informed on wordly affairs is over rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is done for the year (WHOOP!) and now I must venture out and get a job. Hopefully something... thats not EB Games, most anything else might be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently cleaning my room and putting up some pictures I did. I made a linocut of a butterfly and I'm putting the prints of it all over my room. It's very gross, I'm trying to brainwash myself into liking it. So ignore I said its gross. Its lovely... Right... &lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid to go onto Livejournal the last couple of days because some oneposted a lunar moth. I think to most people it looks pretty neat but I literally fell backwards. So I've decided being afraid of butterflys is kinda really stupid and irational and I have to get over this. I'm going to draw a whole bunch of butterflys. I'm sort of attatched to the linocut already. The most satisfying part was cutting into it and picking all the bits of lino out, it was like I got to cut the little bastard up.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Not so bright.</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T19:53:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I know kids are dumb, I mean I'm pretty childish and silly. But this girl on face book has taken dumb to a whooole different level. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=2266923374"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=2266923374&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in grade 9. Her house will probably get burned down. I think I might drive by around 11 or 12 just to see if the cops show up or anything interesting. I mean house parties are awesome, but you should deffinatley not invite the whole internet. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, another marvel of human stupidity. I was on the bus today . A man with a stroller gets on the bus. This bus is one with a rotating floor. He see's his friend at the back of the bus, leaves the baby on the rotating floor and talks to his friend the whole bus ride. Holy retarded. I wanted to get the kid and call social services. The baby could have gone flying. Eventually someother women went to the back of the bus and ratted him out for being so stupid. The entire bus was watching that stroller except him.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to hit him.. grrr!</content>
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    <title>jellyfishjive @ 2007-04-03T17:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T03:07:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Oh ball-sack. My dad won some tickets to see Grindhouse. Since he's a workaholic he gave them to me. I was soo pumped to see it and then I got the ticket and it said the premier was at 7 tomorrow, I have class from 6 untill 10. Ohhhh well, I guess I'll have to pay to see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this part I wrote a few days ago, my computer borked and I went to post something and it was still here... I guess its still true although it was like last week) &lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK..is what I'm not doing. I've been dragging my feet on several assignments and trying to finish like a million more. I'm very sick and dizzy. I went to a party last night and took an anti-nausia/dizziness pill and it really didn't mix well with alcohol... I think I need a new glasses perscription.&lt;br /&gt;I think this summer when I'm not in school I might do a sort of series of illustrations involving a little red frog with a blue umbrella, it might be a bit like a book. I'll probably wont be even close to driven enough to do a whole book though (even a short one, it would end up being more of an oversized very pamphlet...)</content>
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