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  <title>Sarah</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:15738</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3 spam</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T00:37:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T00:37:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Living in a college town is not a great stepping stone for resume building.&lt;br /&gt;I got my first paycheck yesterday and I have to say that it is great to share the role of a DINK!&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I don't know what I really want to do and as the hubby pointed out recently, I seem to seek answers everywhere but within and expect a job to be "that great".&lt;br /&gt;Finally after an hour, he came out, only to release the snake into the water about thirty feet from where we were lounging on the bank and floating in the water. Be sure to read the related article, Asthma explained by common allergy to milk and dairy products. Well, that something involved making a trip to Atlanta and another couple. I got my first paycheck yesterday and I have to say that it is great to share the role of a DINK! There were many people at the dog parks today.&lt;br /&gt;At the end I guess she ran out of points and had to leave the porkchop pack behind. For now, I will like to continue to support our local rescue groups.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to read the related article, Asthma explained by common allergy to milk. Be sure to read the related article, Asthma explained by common allergy to milk. After much thought, I decided to go to the registrar's office yesterday and submit my request for a refund for next quarter.&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be here somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;To learn more on this topic, be sure to also read the related article, Asthma explained by common allergy to milk. " I guess I'm a bit apprehensive about the stress load, the pay, and routine dealings with the ignorant and stubborn. My motivation seems to have dwindled greatly since last quarter. Well, that something involved making a trip to Atlanta and another couple. looking back on when we first adopted him to now and seeing how much he has changed. Be sure to read the related article, Asthma explained by common allergy to milk and dairy products.&lt;br /&gt;To learn more on this topic, be sure to also read the.&lt;br /&gt;But the desire to land a "career" and make some mulah is boiling from within. To learn more on this topic, be sure to also read the related article, Asthma explained by common allergy to milk.&lt;br /&gt;I had to release some before exploding or having a meltdown.</content>
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    <title>hilarious</title>
    <published>2005-08-05T15:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-05T15:00:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.clickondetroit.com/news/4811765/detail.html"&gt;http://www.clickondetroit.com/news/4811765/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2005-03-25T13:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T18:08:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T18:08:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was just walking home... and while waiting to cross the street some old guy who was pulling some giant cart walked up to me and said "is the Easter bunny going to be visiting your house this weekend?" I was a little creeped out, but politely replied, "no, probably not." The old guy then guffawed and said "I bet he will! He'll bring you some yummy jelly beans!" At that point I had the horrifying mental image of this old guy breaking in to my apartment Saturday night wearing nothing but bunny ears and covering me in jelly beans while I sleep.</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2005-02-22T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T02:11:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T02:11:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate today.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a complete failure and my life is worthless.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love my new fish... the same way I loved my old fish, but I just can't, and I feel guilty.</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2005-02-14T16:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T21:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T21:26:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://starfiction.com/hphc/hermharryfinal.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starfiction.com/hcvalentines.html"&gt;hp_hardcore presents Hardcore Valentines! Click here to get your own!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ilovemyfish</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T22:45:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T22:46:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My wonderful fish... he's either in fish heaven, or else if there is no fish heaven, who knows... but his body is in the Huron River... that much I do know. (I didn't murder him, he was already dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His proper name was Galois, but I called him "fish." I bought him from pet supplies plus, and he had external parasites, and couldnt eat cause the parasites were in his mouth. I nursed him back to health, and had him for about a year. I loved him very much. He was cute and got all excited and wagged his fins whenever I got home. I loved him, and he loved me (I think). He died sometime early this morning from unknown causes. I will miss him very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~siveson/myfish.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP my cute wonderful fish...&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>hmm....</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T21:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T21:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#9d5277"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#9c68b9"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff69b4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#cb4a5c"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#fb528c"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#bf349a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;algebra is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:13397</id>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2004-08-28T00:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-28T04:19:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-28T04:19:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img42.exs.cx/img42/8251/DSC00753.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:12806</id>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2003-12-04T11:47:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-04T16:48:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-17T18:24:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I'm going crazy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:12547</id>
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    <title>I'm hungry and I want a cigarette</title>
    <published>2003-05-15T19:19:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-17T18:26:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I don't want to do my russian homework, so I am instead updating my livejournal.  It's been almost 48 hours now since I had a cigarette.  I think I really am going to quit this time since I came to the conclusion that there never is going to be a "good" time for me to quit, so I might as well just do it now.  Anyways I'm hungry so I probably should eat soon since I would normally just smoke if i was really hungry and its making me want a cigarette and I dont like the orange/pepper flavored Nicorette gum that I have.  I suppose even if it did taste good it still wouldnt be the same as smoking.  Not that smoking tastes good, I think its rather disgusting personally... but it truthfully is much more satisfying than chewing some awful gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having math classes.  Russian is totally not as much fun as math.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:12414</id>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2003-05-04T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-05T03:31:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-17T18:25:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>*yawns*</title>
    <published>2003-02-24T07:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-24T07:51:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been sleeping too much the last two days I think. All I seem to want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way....  I don't totally hate the XBox anymore.... cause Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball TOTALLY rocks. Well maybe not totally, but it is sorta fun collecting cute swimsuits for the girls to wear.  I almost think I actually would maybe want an XBox now. x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will cut my hair. Approximately 4 inches will be cut off I think.</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-12-24T07:44:00</title>
    <published>2002-12-24T20:57:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-17T18:25:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's no one for me to talk to on aim.&lt;br /&gt;And I am bored and sitting here&lt;br /&gt;and i cant go do anything really cause i gotta leave in a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;BLAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;I get presents today and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably gonna get vice city i thinks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, i'm probably gonna work.. then come home or something and play vice city so i can listen to 80s music while gettin it on with some prostitutes. life really couldnt get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me a dog please. well not really.. cause i would have no where to keep it. i suppose i could try and just keep it in my dorm room, but if it started barking then that would be not too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast/lunch today = christmas candy (very healthy)&lt;br /&gt;i shoulda had some muffins... but of course i was lazy. *sighs*</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-12-12T15:12:00</title>
    <published>2002-12-12T21:29:39Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-12T21:29:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HELP I AM BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111</content>
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    <title>my car is gonna fucking own you.</title>
    <published>2002-12-11T12:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-11T12:40:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going home today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a car very soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-10-13T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-13T04:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-13T04:28:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to see Sweet Home Alabama tonight. It was super happy and now I am all happy and stuffs and I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I went to the natural science museum earlier and practiced my animal stances. I think that I have perfected my gorilla stance, and my saber tooth tiger stance. It was fun.</content>
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    <title>Writing papers is for bitches.</title>
    <published>2002-10-01T17:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-01T17:28:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Weezer - Falling for you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I am sitting here trying to write my paper... I got a page and a half done so far, so thats something at least. Only 3 and a half more to go now. I wish it was wednesday already. Only it has to be wednesday and my paper magically finishes itself. And all the rest of my homework has to be done. Fuck. I can't wait till I get to go to sleep. Sleeping isn't stressful. I have to go work again soon. I hope no one wants me to help them, so then I can work on my paper a bit more. I'm hungry but I can't eat anymore. *sighs*</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-09-30T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-01T01:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-01T01:05:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just had to fill this out to prove Cecilia wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your name? Sarah&lt;br /&gt;2) What color pants are you wearing right now? they are blue&lt;br /&gt;3) What are you listening to right now? Garbage - Push It&lt;br /&gt;4) What are the last four digits of your phone number? 0969 or 1946&lt;br /&gt;5) What is the last thing you ate? some icky pasta at dinner&lt;br /&gt;6) If you were a crayon what color would you be? purple&lt;br /&gt;7) Where do you plan to go on your honeymoon? Doesn't really matter to me all that much&lt;br /&gt;8) How is the weather right now? It is not very hot so I am happy&lt;br /&gt;9) Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone? my mom&lt;br /&gt;10) What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? eyes&lt;br /&gt;11) How are you today? happy! &lt;br /&gt;12) What's your favorite drink? water&lt;br /&gt;13) What's your favorite alcoholic drink? i'm not a big fan of alcohol, it all tastes disgusting in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;14) How do you eat an Oreo? i put it in my mouth and chew it then i swallow it&lt;br /&gt;15) Favorite sport to watch? HOCKEY! GO RED WINGS!&lt;br /&gt;16) What's the next CD you're going to get? Ben Weasel's solo album I dont remember what its called.&lt;br /&gt;17) Hair color? brown... I want purple hair though&lt;br /&gt;18) What color are your eyes? green and brown&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you wear contacts? no&lt;br /&gt;20) Siblings and their ages? none&lt;br /&gt;21) Favorite months? december probably&lt;br /&gt;22) Favorite food? hmm... candycanes maybe&lt;br /&gt;23) Last movie you watched? Panic Room&lt;br /&gt;24) Favorite day of the year? umm what the fuck I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you too shy to ask someone out? hmm.. not really&lt;br /&gt;26) Do you like scary or happy movies better? depends what kinda mood i'm in&lt;br /&gt;27) Summer or winter? winter&lt;br /&gt;28) Hugs or kisses? both&lt;br /&gt;29) Relationships or one night stands? haha I fuck 30 different men every night... not really... I would have to say relationships.&lt;br /&gt;30) Chocolate or vanilla? vanilla&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you want your friends to write back? doesn't matter to me&lt;br /&gt;32) Who is least likely to respond? i dont fucking know!&lt;br /&gt;33) Who is most likely to respond? i dont fucking care!</content>
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    <title>I like candycanes.</title>
    <published>2002-09-29T20:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-29T20:34:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Screeching Weasel - Acknowledge</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I want it to be christmas soon, so I can have some yummy cherry flavored candycanes. I should be writing my anthro paper right now, or doing my german homework that is due tomorrow, or perhaps even working on my math homework, but I don't really want to. I wrote a half a page of my anthro paper a few minutes ago, so that's something at least. I even took my ritalin today. I really should get something more done, cause I gotta go out to dinner with my mom and grandparents, then I gotta work for two hours. I'm getting sick of my job already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dye my hair purple, cause purple is such a pretty color... but I also dont wanna have really dry horribly unhealthy hair. I could cut my hair off, but then I might get sad and wish I had longer hair again. I wish that I could cut my hair, and it would all grow out again like in a day if I wanted it to. &lt;br /&gt;I could ask everyone's opinion about whether or not I should cut my hair, but I already know what everyone would say... "no sarah dont cut your hair off, girls with longer hair are prettier.." blah blah blah I don't think I would want to anyways, cause its FUCKING AWFUL growing it out. Maybe I should dye my hair purple though. I am too indecisive, so I probably won't dye my hair ever cause I will never decide whether I should or not. I think I am babbling too much now. Just like the owl who works at the museum in animal crossing. He doesn't like insects.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>hmm...</title>
    <published>2002-09-29T08:14:25Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-29T08:14:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sleater-Kinney - Dance Song '97</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, I have decided to update this. if that isn't a sign of the apocalypse, then I don't know what is. o_O anyways... despite the fact that I will be studying ALL day tomorrow, except for the few hours I work, I am happy! ^_^ I really dont HAVE to start my paper tomorrow, I probably should though. I have one sentence written already... but it sucks. *sighs* oh well.. I'm not going to worry about it now. I'm just gonna go to bed and hopefully have happy dreams *^_~* I bought butterfly wings the other night from Kroger... but they have prettier ones at Hot Topic. I would buy em, but I doubt I will even dress up for halloween or anything. I had a fun time tonight. I'm too happy and in too much of a good mood to sleep. But I really should sleep anyways, so I'm going to go do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute picture of me wearing my cheap butterfly wings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~siveson/pics/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:9368</id>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-07-09T01:04:00</title>
    <published>2002-07-09T05:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-09T05:02:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lioncourt.nu/etc/test/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lioncourt.nu/etc/test/armand.jpg" border="0" alt="I&amp;#39;m Armand!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lioncourt.nu/etc/test/"&gt;Which Anne Rice Vampire are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://lioncourt.nu"&gt;Tera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:9043</id>
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    <title>I hate myself and I want to die.</title>
    <published>2002-07-07T18:03:17Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-07T18:03:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>smile.dk - butterfly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I cried for two hours last night, then I went to sleep, and when I woke up I started crying again.  I don't know why I am sad, so don't bother asking.  I want to go to Germany and fine a nice cute german boy who will marry me.  I won't be able to understand everything he says well, but does that really even matter?</content>
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    <title>What the hell is a breast maker?</title>
    <published>2002-06-18T19:16:52Z</published>
    <updated>2002-06-18T19:16:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a review from amazon.com for the Zojirushi NS-JCC10 Neuro Fuzzy 5-Cup Rice Cooker, and i really don't quite understand what this "breast maker" that makes bread is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the $ everything should work!, May 28, 2002 &lt;br /&gt;Reviewer: A Kitchen &amp; Housewares enthusiast from Menlo Park, CA United States &lt;br /&gt;This is a very nice rice maker - that makes rice extraordinarily well. I bought it because of the reviews and because I own a Jojirushi breast maker that makes wonderful loaves of bread. The appearance of the rice cooker is great, and the settings and controls very simple and intuitive. However, the porridge cycle on my machine does NOT work correctly - for the price everything on this rice maker should work correctly the first time without having to hassle returns or warranty repairs. So, overall a nice rice cooker, but with poor quality control.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:briteabyss:8583</id>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-05-16T09:21:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-16T13:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-16T13:20:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My eyes hurt. It is too early. WHY THE HELL DID I DECIDE TO WAKE UP THIS EARLY? Fuck.</content>
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    <title>briteabyss @ 2002-05-13T12:47:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-13T16:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-13T16:50:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garbage - Sleep Together</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I woke up around noon, and i was like hmm... I'll wait a little while and make some food like when Days of Our Lives is gonna be on.  But there is nothing to eat.  I wish someone would bring me food, because I don't want to go anywhere to get any, and at this point, I CAN'T because Days is gonna be on soon.  I was just thinking about how I missed having a boyfriend who could drive, because he would bring me food, but then I was like hmm... even when I had a boyfriend who COULD drive, I don't think he ever did anything like that for me.  I know that I brought HIM food sometimes.  But he never did that for me I don't think.  I guess I'm just fucked.  I think there are some rice cakes...</content>
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