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  <title>They’re a rotten crowd.</title>
  <subtitle>You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>H. Inermis</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-19T23:32:17Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="6570417" username="iseepurplehair" type="personal"/>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:143974</id>
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    <title>I love Halloween</title>
    <published>2008-10-19T23:32:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-19T23:32:17Z</updated>
    <category term="life the universe and everything"/>
    <category term="halloween"/>
    <category term="who in any form"/>
    <content type="html">I'm such a nerd :B  But today I went out and bought a Ten suit as Ross and am planning to get a dress shirt and white chucks to go with it.  (And 3-D glasses, where can I get those?)  I have the screwdriver already, and will probably go get a hair trim as well, so it will be more manageable to gel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's geeky.  And I need to find people to do something with.  Even if I just sit around at a friend's house and hand out candy, I'll feel better if I'm in a costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:76304</id>
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    <title>I never said it...</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T20:05:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T03:41:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stairway to Heaven- Led Zeplin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/iseepurplehair/pic/0006t9s2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/iseepurplehair/pic/0006t9s2/s320x240" width="320" height="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment to be added ^^</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:74090</id>
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    <title>*Yawn*</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T16:17:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T16:17:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>And The band Played Waltzing Matilda- the Bushwhackers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joci, sorry from keeping you from paintball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the concert is in a week...I will see you then.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:71962</id>
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    <title>Note on nothing</title>
    <published>2006-07-30T20:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-30T20:28:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>July, july! -the Decemberists, woo!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad...it's been, what, maybe two weeks since the computer bumped me up to a "+" account (I swear it did it by it's self), and I've allready filled up all of my userpics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES...THIS IS ABOUT USERPICS.  How sad is that?  But I love getting new ones...it's like a sickness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm unfamillar with the term "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mooches off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone call!  I've another week untill I go to camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:70127</id>
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    <title>Seriously, people...</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T18:15:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T18:16:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Arienette- Bright Eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(I just had to share this :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;37%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me ina nutshell, innit?&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>iseepurplehair @ 2006-02-07T01:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T01:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T01:56:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">test</content>
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    <title>I hate this stupid computer</title>
    <published>2006-01-25T01:27:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-25T01:27:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't wait to ditch this stupid machine, and that won't happen for at least another 6 months. Why? Because apple decided to hook up with intel and come out with a whole new chip design, which came out last thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of school. I'm sick of the stupid teachers and the stupid work and the stupid shallow students.  Possibly the reason I'm so irritated is that people are moving tighter and tighter in little groups and cliques. I, of course, have no steady group, and I  am more often then not left high and dry. By the end of the year I will be eating my lunch in a bathroom stall like in Mean Girls. Just like that. Seriously, I do not belong &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt;.  People don't even see me. I'm just a dull piece of scenery, part of the high school back drop. Don't deny it, you know it's true. I barely exist.</content>
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    <title>I posted this in sparkbox too</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T03:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T03:38:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don't know when but a days gonna come</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just so you don't read it twice. It's bad enough as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, chapter 1-b because I'm a slow typest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boring, boring, boring&lt;/i&gt;.  I scritched the point of my mechanical pencil against the allready graphite-coated surface of my desk. Sunlight streamed in through the dusty windows, illuminating the cluttered classroom. I was sitting in the back row, noncholantly slouching against a bookcase filled with stacks of old art materials.  The air was alive with the shouts of 9th grade boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher, a Miss O'Brien [an: for lack of a better name], was trying her meek best to restore order to her class. I rolled my eyes. O'Brien was one of those teachers who have been teaching all their lives but act like they've only set foot into the room. An unpleasent kind. Currently, she was attempting to get a table full of  paticularly brazen students to quiet down. She hadn't gotten around to tell us why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ben, I need you to...&lt;i&gt;We don't throw things in here, Nathan!&lt;/i&gt; Boys, sit back down-- That goes for you too, Kitty, Joan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a polite knock at the door. Miss O'Brien, frozen in the act of telling a student to move to a different seat, looked as suprised as the rest of us. It was possibly the first time anyone had ever knocked in the history of our school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door swung inward, and a man of perhaps forty entered. He was wearing a neat, if rather old-fashioned suit with a blue tie. His hair was rather gingery and he wore a pair of square glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked around for a moment, then, spotting Miss O'Brien, made his way towards her. He extended a hand in greeting. "Hello, you must be Miss O'Brien," he said pleasently. His voice wasn't that unusual, but contained a fragment of an accent I couldn't quite place. Something about the way he pronounced his "e"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss O'Brien shook his hand, then let go quickly. "Yes. And you are...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"David Phalen." David Phalen nervously brushed at his jacket. "We spoke on the phone...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, yes." Miss O'Brien returned her focus to the class. "Students, this is Mr. Phalen. He is here to tell you about an art show his gallery is holding next month." She turned to Phalen. "Can you take it from here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmn? Oh, yes, thank you."  He stepped up to the front of the room, apparently unaware of the continual murmer of sidetalk going on all around him. "Well, good afternoon, kids. Like your teacher said, my name's Dave Phalen, and I was wondering if any of you here would be interested in entering an art show..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself tuning him out automatically. We occasionally had guest speakers in my classes, but this was the first in art class. He didn't appear to be making the most exciting first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind drifted to other things. I was in the process of dozing off when the bell rang. I sat back up, looking back and forth rapidly. Phalen was gone. O'Brien was seated at her desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stack of business cards were neatly perched on the end of a desk by the door. On a whim, I slipped the topmost card into my pocket as I left the room.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Long post (you are warned!)</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T03:38:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T03:38:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Angry+Estatic=Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be angry about:&lt;br /&gt;1.)&lt;i&gt;Freezing&lt;/i&gt; weather...no snow!&lt;br /&gt;2.)Joci ditching me this afternoon to go hang out with the Shelbi's. &lt;i&gt;Thanks a ***** lot, Jocelyn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)Stupid PE homework&lt;br /&gt;4.)I can't bring anything to that GSA thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be happy about:&lt;br /&gt;1.) My 101% in English. Nya nya nya :P&lt;br /&gt;2.)Holiday stuff tomorow&lt;br /&gt;3.)Sugar hype tomorow&lt;br /&gt;4.)Very little homework over the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the poem I told Maria I'd post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kill a man and it's homocide,&lt;br /&gt;They'll lock you up till when you die&lt;br /&gt;But kill a thousand and they won't mind-&lt;br /&gt;It's just foreign policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to kill a man&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you will and soon you can.&lt;br /&gt;A couple atomic bombs, and man-&lt;br /&gt;They can't stand the monotany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny how Lady Liberty cried&lt;br /&gt;When the cow you just ate so innocently died&lt;br /&gt;But now she remains completly dry-eyed-&lt;br /&gt;War can boost the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flag's half-mast and it's going up in flames,&lt;br /&gt;While our country's at war playing shooting games&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to drive anyone insane-&lt;br /&gt;Living in this political monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care how many lives can go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;They're just the words to a poem or the lyrics to a song.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as we don't know right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of the conspiracy.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Who wants to drink coffee?</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T21:53:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T21:53:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>People typing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We(Me n' Kavina) are doing an exeriment on caffiene and need test subjects, 5 for each coffee and water(YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR YOURSELF). We're going to starbucks on monday, and test people after drinking a small coffee. You'll hafta do a sheet of problems, and you'll be timed.(They're easy, like 25x35=?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reply, we'll meet in front of my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neio</content>
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    <title>Production begins!</title>
    <published>2005-10-08T16:56:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-08T16:56:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joci and Marie's chitterchatter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, so we started shooting yesterday. Pasted the Coughlin twins in. And I am THE GOTH. And Lydia-chan is THE SLUT. And Joci is THE PERSON. According to maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bention a whole bunch of random crap when JC&amp;Maria stayed over. Watched "Moulin Rouge", Or however you spell it. A good movie, but the DVD was screwed up and kept skipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joci's Turn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie's house kicksass. Marie is cooler than any of you will ever know. gawd i love her. we stayed at her house and i ate a frozeen tomato or two. (it looked like a vital organ) anywayz, it's maria's turn-a-rooni-dooni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria deleted like half f what i wrote, by accedent, and so she will have limited writting time. I had to re-write like half of what i said. but i love her anywayz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well poo. It was a mistake, like. So yeah, Joci was eating frozen tomatos and it was repulsive and sexually suggestive and we have EVIDENCE. On VIDEO. She better not piss me off or onto the internet it goes. I want coffee. Toodloo. hahaha funny word. I just ate Cheerios. Cheerios own.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:38027</id>
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    <title>I shall post again! Because I am bored!</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T03:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-03T03:40:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I swear, you guys all have lives and I don't. Or at least somthing more exciting to do then clog up phone lines with ancient dial-up and post stuff nobody needs to know. But I shall not be vanquished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, JC and Maria, where you guys at lunch? D-chan said somthing along the lines of a club...what's up? I want to go over the music with you. I have a melody! Yay! Of course, it's cliched and lame, but at least it's somthing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys think Elfman sounds weird normal, try running him through a synthsizer. Dad got this thing where you hook a Cd up to your guitar and you can play along with the band. Except it took awhile to figure out how to fix the pitch and get rid of distortion. Seriously, you would not believe how weird Modest Mouse sounds in a lower pitch.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iseepurplehair:36936</id>
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    <title>*gasp* MARIA THIS IS FOR YOU!</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T02:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T02:59:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Presenting...the first chapter that was not released in the US! It's like that degrasi episode! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~prologue~&lt;br /&gt;	Since various versions of this story have been running in the tabloids for months, I have decided to write a correct version. People who honestly wish to know what happened deserve to read the truth, not the butchered plot Draco Today has been running on and off for the past several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;	I must admit, I played an unfavorable part in the whole affair. Even so, I will try to explain the whole mess in an  unbiased way. I will keep the views as even as possible.&lt;br /&gt;	The whole escapade started a few months ago, when the Prime Minister’s nephew went missing. The nephew, tragically named Christian, was the closest family Serio had. His own parents had been killed in an accident when he was barley 40. (In a human equilivent, he was roughly 4)He they were as close as father and son, if not closer.&lt;br /&gt;	Leading up to where our story begins, Seiro had tried every search tactic possible to find his lost adopted son. To make matters worse, things got touchy between the two nations, Bren, and Irth, where Serio controlled Pearl City, the capital.&lt;br /&gt;	Tempers rose as Greth, current ruler of Bren, was blamed for Christian’s disappearance. The countries were on the brink of a war.&lt;br /&gt;	It was at this point when Serio summoned me to his office. &lt;br /&gt;									&lt;br /&gt;									-Flint&lt;br /&gt;					~chapter 1~&lt;br /&gt;	There are people who are just difficult by nature. Many  people, humans and dragons, were brilliant or heroic and thus found their places in history, but were extremely difficult to work with. Power seem to magnetically attract people like this.&lt;br /&gt;	Prime Minister Serio was one of these people. True, he kept a good eye on his home, Pearl City, and he had crime at an all-time low, but he made life a merry hell for those who worked for him. Patience was the first thing they required you to have before you worked for him.&lt;br /&gt;	“Flint! Get you little gray tail over here!”&lt;br /&gt;	I’m Silver. SILVER, Flint thought as he scurried towards his employer’s office. And I’m not that small. He’s just bigger.&lt;br /&gt;	The little dragon swished his tail nervously as he entered the room. He couldn’t help but feel that, by rebuilding his study to be twice it’s original size, Serio had made the ceiling extra high just to intimidate the lower-downs.  And, although Flint would rather cut off his tail then admit it, the ruse worked.&lt;br /&gt;	The bronze dragon was hunkered down at his desk, amber eyes smoldering with pent-up anger. His assistant took this as a strong warning. Flint had been scorched by his boss enough times to know when to be cautious.&lt;br /&gt;	“Err, ...yes, sir?” he said, unhappily aware how little conviction his voice carried.&lt;br /&gt;	Serio’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the little dragon in front of him. He barley came up to the PM’s waist.&lt;br /&gt;	“Any results?” His voice was rocky and gruff, but the unhappiness in it was clear.&lt;br /&gt;	Flint nervously plucked at the triangular glasses perched on his nose. “Eh... well, to make a long story short, no, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;	Serio sighed, sending a small puff of copper smoke across his desk. “Just as I thought. This is going nowhere fast.” He heaved himself to his feet, pausing in front of the fire. Serio knelt down, reaching into the burning logs. He puled out a small flame, holding it in his palm. It flickered, reflecting in Serio’s slated pupils.&lt;br /&gt;	“You know what I’m thinking, Flint?” He said quietly. “That we need a new plan. fast. Now.”&lt;br /&gt;	Flint sighed. “We’re doing the best we can, sir. I’m sure your nephew soon.”&lt;br /&gt;	“That’s not good enough.” Serio made a fist around the flame. Little tendrils of smoke wrapped around his paw. “We need to go back to the old ways.”&lt;br /&gt;	“ ‘Old Ways’, sir?”&lt;br /&gt;	“Yes.” He snuffed the flame out with his thumb. “It wasn’t that long ago, after all. bridges can be built.”&lt;br /&gt;	“Built to where?” Flint was confused, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;	His employer turned to face him. “Somewhere very close that dragons haven’t touched in hundreds of years.” He paused for dramatic emphasis. “The human world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corniness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Maria- I believe "Window Well" is without a hyphen.</content>
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    <title>NERD ALERT!</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T15:51:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T15:51:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Note: JUst more of my freaky CB rantings. Hey, I'm keeping you posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now listen to ze songs on the flash site. I REALY want to, but I won't...wait untill it comes out...be patient...GAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to be human :)</content>
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    <title>Couldn't resist, Maria</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T17:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T17:59:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Well, beatniks for one, folk singers and motorbike riders. Y'know. All those hip, jazzy, super cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats. It's in the fridge, daddy-o! Are you hip to the jive? Can you dig what I'm layin' down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother! "</content>
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    <title>Buffalo Exchange</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T20:49:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T02:53:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mum and aunt took me shopping today. I got this AWESOME pair of boots. They're red knee-lengh Docs. I also got a couple skirts and a "Nightmare"shirt at the Red Light store.</content>
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    <title>Woo! :D(If you're sickened by hyperness, don't read)</title>
    <published>2005-08-10T02:46:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-10T02:46:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Modest Mouse-One Chance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm in a GREAT mood all of a sudden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My Aunt Connie and Uncle Steve come in tomorow! Yay! Off to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) *deep breath* The Corpse bride, target of my recent "learn all you can" obbession, is going to have SONGS. A musical. Can I handle that? Like "The Nightmare before Xmas". *breathes* I think that's good, but I dunno...will Johnny sing??? *swoon* X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I will be 14 in 11 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I have a new song, but I'm too wound up to type it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giddy giddy giddy* WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pant pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proabably shouldn't eat shugar this time of day but oh well!</content>
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    <title>Bad news</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T03:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T03:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Howl's Moving Castle" is leaving theatres. It hasen't been in long, but it's not really the most popular movie ever. So now, a new movie must be decided upon. Just not "Charlie". Two screenings in as many months is plenty.</content>
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    <title>I BEAT THE SYSTEM!!!</title>
    <published>2005-08-08T03:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T17:27:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No one else- Weezer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can now view comments! Woo! I just have to make the page public, then log out and view them! XD</content>
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    <title>I need opions</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T23:40:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T03:53:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Howl's Moving Castle" or "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"?  I'm thinking birthday here...</content>
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    <title>New story</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T16:47:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T03:54:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Classical stuff my mum left on</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've started a new story! Technically, it isn't new (it's been rattling around in my brain for weeks), but it's new to the people who will be reading it.I'm trying to keep it as light-hearted as I can. If you think about it, my other story was pretty bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have huge shadows under my eyes, even though I slept pretty well. My mum says I have "Irish Eyes". I look like I walked out of a Tim Burton set or somthing...btw, that's why I don't wear eyeshadow. When I do, I either resemble the dude from "Corpse Bride" or look like I have two black eyes.</content>
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    <title>My room is a mess</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T03:53:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T03:53:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I tried to neaten up, and now it looks like a tornado hit. Ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm procrastinating and posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.dmbh.org/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A TAN Dragon Lies Beneath!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dmbh.dragoncity.net/images/quiz/drtan.jpg" border="1" alt="My inner dragon color is TAN. Click here to try the Quiz!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner dragon is the true draconic magic-user. Deep down I am very wise, somewhat shy, and I have a rather short fuse. But don't worry, tans prefer to spend their time counting their enormous treasure, so pass quietly and you'll stay out of danger. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>Last public entry</title>
    <published>2005-05-29T22:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T22:39:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>null and void</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ANNOUNCEMENT: I've decided to lock my journal entries, so only my friends can read them. So, if you're not on my friends' list, and you're intrested in what I write here, GET ON MY FRIENDS' LIST! Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm consitering posting my story on this. It would make it easier for JC, maria and Lydia to read it. Comment yay or nay on it!</content>
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    <title>Yay! more pointless survey questions!</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T21:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T21:34:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>-</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, more excitement! woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Street your house is on: N.E. 9th&lt;br /&gt;City: Portland (duh)&lt;br /&gt;Room: Living room&lt;br /&gt;Floor: ground floor&lt;br /&gt;Chair: an uncomfortable whicker stool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The first word in your head this morning: Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;When you think of blue, you see: water?&lt;br /&gt;red:roses&lt;br /&gt;green:nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about you (Gods I realy must be bored!):&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;hair color: Faded red and black&lt;br /&gt;height: 5'3&lt;br /&gt;age: 13 *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;glasses: yes&lt;br /&gt;are your nails painted: my toes are&lt;br /&gt;Element: Air&lt;br /&gt;addiction: Manga, reading, writing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!</content>
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    <title>Copy this, put in your own answers (sp?)  and put it as a comment</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T02:47:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T02:47:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marijuana Australiana- Bushwhackers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everyone's doing surveys, so I guess I will to! Just copy and paste as a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: A root beer&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said: Hi Harry!&lt;br /&gt;Last place you were standing without apparent reason: The bath tub&lt;br /&gt;What you're listening to: Les darcy- Bushwhackers&lt;br /&gt;Your default picture: Hatsuharu&lt;br /&gt;In front of you: CD case&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you watched on the telly: "Friends" rerun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;( I have to ask) Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Number: 3 or 9&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Wolf or rabbit&lt;br /&gt;Fictional animal: dragon&lt;br /&gt;food: pasta fazoole (I don't know how to spell it. Basically, an Italian pasta dish with beans)&lt;br /&gt;soda: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;objects: guitar, pens, notebooks&lt;br /&gt;place: Australia&lt;br /&gt;city: London or Melbourne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later. My intrest ran out. bye!</content>
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