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  <title>Somewhat Offbeat</title>
  <subtitle>Molly</subtitle>
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    <name>Molly</name>
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  <updated>2006-12-12T05:11:28Z</updated>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2006-12-12T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T05:11:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T05:11:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manners turn me onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:capacityforyou:64613</id>
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    <title>An Undeniably ROUGH around the edges draft of what will (eventually) become a splendid SERIAL PAPER</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T06:51:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T06:51:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;To the untrained eye the &lt;st1:place&gt;North Mariana Islands&lt;/st1:place&gt; appear to be a south pacific paradise. In many ways, they are. Among other perks, the islands boast white sand beaches, lavish coastal regions and tropical weather. The other perks, as seen by the American garment industry, might be the American soil and complete lack of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; labor, minimum wage and immigration laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ECONOMICS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:capacityforyou:64382</id>
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    <title>To You TWO!!!</title>
    <published>2006-11-28T22:07:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-28T22:07:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Cookie Cooking Ladies,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think your gift was unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;It's just in the video game I was getting dominated.&lt;br /&gt;So here is my poem of thanks,&lt;br /&gt;I like the cookies, but I sure would've liked spanks... too.&lt;br /&gt;Right now you're mocking me,&lt;br /&gt;SO SHUT UP! please.&lt;br /&gt;Both you blonde bombshells made my day.&lt;br /&gt;I was just too scared to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a manly man and I don't like emotions.&lt;br /&gt;So to heal your hurt feelings this is my potion&lt;br /&gt;Accept it or reject it,&lt;br /&gt;I know you will like it.&lt;br /&gt;I eat your cookies with great pride.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the joy of having 2 great friends I cannot hide.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hate me&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.</content>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2006-10-20T02:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-20T06:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-20T06:24:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I am acknowledging the breadth between my entries. I completely forgot about LJ for almost the past year. &lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting at the front desk of Upton Hastings waiting for the drunks that aren't coming so that I can check their bags. I've been sitting here since 11 and because of the unfortunate seating situation, my ass feels like it is about to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone?</content>
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    <title>i took john to school today</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T12:27:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-06T12:27:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tight pinstripe pants, collared shirts and pretty ties are the best thing in the world at 6:30 in the morning.</content>
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    <title>the problem:</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T23:11:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-26T23:11:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into:&lt;br /&gt;Friends World&lt;br /&gt;Long Island University's Honors Program&lt;br /&gt;Wells&lt;br /&gt;St. Joe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get into McGill - the letter cited that I only took three years of math and all undergrads there have to have four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Joe's is giving me a $40k scholarship. I might end up going there just because of the money. And convenience.&amp;nbsp; Friends World is almost officially too expensive, even with Masonic Scholarships it'd be like 25k+ a year. And I wouldn't be able to work. I haven't gotten FA letters from Wells or Liu yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen non-Hannaford people in three days. Thirty hours of work since Friday. All going to my banged up car. Everyday after school (except Tuesday) I'm work 4-9 hour shifts. I love not being 18 and not dealing with child labor laws. I'll have 40+hours this week.</content>
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    <title>thank goodness there's John</title>
    <published>2006-03-14T04:22:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-14T04:22:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everything that i ever want is too much money, and i'm finally becoming logical enough to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good thing that happened today: i'm going to be a bridesmaid. i have a dress fitting tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2006-03-08T13:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-08T18:58:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-08T18:58:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dan ratcliffe is moving to colorado. we just spent four hours walking around and talking. we listened to summer teeth by wilco. he gave me a very, very long hug. and tight.</content>
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    <title>hey look</title>
    <published>2006-02-26T21:19:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-26T21:19:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/semi-mebitingJohnsear.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/f5439421.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/semi-KatieI.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;Katie is a permanent fixture in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/semi-John-tie.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Johnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>morning.</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T15:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T15:06:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>where's the party by madona on shuffle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dude, I got some snappy new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Wellingtons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They're blue. John's mom got a green pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
I also got a completely new wardrobe via Patagonia. They had a 50% off sale. Off of everything. Already low prices. (hannaford slogan?) I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's leaving today. I'm seeing MMW on Saturday. Hopefully. If we don't play Dread Pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>My first acceptance letter.</title>
    <published>2006-02-16T19:36:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-16T19:36:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bjork</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;It is my distinct pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted for admission to Wells College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I spent the morning at Saint Joseph's. I had a tour and an interview. It's a nice campus, but I wasn't really into it. My parents absolutely loved St. Joe's, and thought that we could make the money work and I said everything depended on if I got into Wells. The letter from Wells was in the mailbox when I got home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>I feel like sometimes I go way too far for you.</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T16:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-11T16:52:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been listening to coldplay lately. Or at least now. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I want to go to Portland and Cambridge. I miss the morning when someone
picked me up at 8 and we climbed Mt. Pisgah. I love that it's spelled
"g-a-h." Shhh. &lt;br&gt;
Where'd my passion for South America go? I want to go back to that. I
want to live in Costa Rica next year. I need to be far away.&lt;br&gt;
my slates delivery is here ~&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>so, spitting cowboys...</title>
    <published>2006-01-25T03:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-25T03:00:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>liquid tension experiment</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just got home from John's. I love how he lives five miles away and our parents expect that we'll be together every night. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I miss this:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/meatcoffeeshopnotsobadwithoutbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I also miss this:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/meinpadricscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
(- bug bite on cheek and chapped lips - and pasty-ness) I'm talking
mostly about the car, and those days of postAPness and low stress
summer. With Nora in the backseat being witty. And Liam running by the
car with the phone.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
going along with that:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/PADRIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
First class at UMA today. It's like a more intensive HUSH. Yeah. Yeah.
First class --&amp;gt; 170 pages of reading. And like 30 handouts. And one
class until our first exam. The first exam alone is 30% of my grade.
Holy shit.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I know I haven't updated in a long time, and I know pictures don't count, but I can't avoid lj forever. I had to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
In conclusion:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/crazykids011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>yesss</title>
    <published>2005-12-29T20:51:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T20:51:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sugar tree music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i hope everyone's vacation is going well. Christmas was a little strange. It didn't really feel right, but it was nice to have everyone home. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i just got a big sloppy wet kiss on the cheek. Johnny's playing with some change on the table, looking listless and bored. Now he's staring at the people in the pool directly across from us. His right foot is shaking and he's got a huge hole in his jeans. now he's (still bored) with his right hand massaging my shoulder.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i've been at sugarloaf since monday? i think. with john. he has a condo. we're going home either sunday or monday. liam is coming here tomorrow. we've been mostly hanging out with cam mckee and other skiiers. skiiing is great, but i'm sooo bad. fill me in on everything that's been going on, i feel disconnected. fran, esp you. yeah, you know. and pad, where've you been.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2005-12-24T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T00:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T00:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;
I cannot stand much longer &lt;br&gt;

Cause I'm falling down &lt;br&gt;

Thought I'd be much stronger &lt;br&gt;

With you not around &lt;br&gt;

Inside my head my eyes seem fixed on you &lt;br&gt;

What am I supposed to do &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2005-12-19T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T02:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T02:57:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[ ] I am shorter than 5'5.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish my (natural)hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100 safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am blonde.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have blue or green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been physically hurt by one of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something&lt;br /&gt;[xxxxxx] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to the hospital for over a month.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[xxxx] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[xxxxxxx] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own skanky underwear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I twirl my hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love being neat.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering names&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My answers are totally honest  EXCEPT the having children thing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:capacityforyou:60324</id>
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    <title>pictchas</title>
    <published>2005-12-17T01:19:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-17T01:19:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;
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Ain't she a beaut?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I heard that this is a really bad picture.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
on the $11,000 art.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
this is so coolllll&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
looove it&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Josh Shain......&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Frrrannnnnces&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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That's Fran up there. Emily, too.&lt;br&gt;
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Me, in the circle.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/jessperderline.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/brittany.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Look at all the learning!! And Alex Wilson's armhair!!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/me7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Me, in acadec, and half of my laptop&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/fran2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/meartdeco.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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    <title>how nice.</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T20:40:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-14T20:46:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/albeitatravesty/Picture031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
there are more to come. 49 more, to be exact.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2005-12-11T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T00:51:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T00:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="7"&gt;I feel good. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="7"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It's never been quite like this before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="7"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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  <entry>
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    <title>sleepy</title>
    <published>2005-12-06T04:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-06T04:13:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that's all a joke about john, obviously.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">AD was pretty great. Fran agrees. Right?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Julie Wei and I rocked today. Those questions, whooa, whooa. Mark
Kostin told me USM shouldn't worry me. He went to McGill for undergrad.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I had coffee at B&amp;amp;N with Dan and Chris Miller. Right. That was, not so hot.&lt;br&gt;
I played lacrosse for a really long time at John's. His little brother
rocks. Kind of. John is the man, he's hilarious. He's a total Catholic
boy. Talks about the Pope all the time and stuff. Wears like four
crosses and talks about how hallowell is "weird." I don't think that he
likes gay people. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
He's seriously hilarious though.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Undo my back zip</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T04:39:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T04:49:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ben folds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"I feel sexed up...."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
She smiles and it's a rainbow.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I have red nail polish on my super short nails. Katie Ayer, Malindi,
and I all did it the night we made 60 crepes (no joke, 60). It's
chipping and my hands need lotion because working at H-ford makes them
super dry. (Zac, how's that going, by the way? can you relate to my
dryness?) I woke up at 10 this morning and watched Emma. Which was
good, but I don't think that I was in the right mood for it. I still
haven't finished A Very Long Engagement. Andrew and Sarah were here
last night, Andrew and I got in a fight. We're so compatible. Padric
comforted me. Meg, I do miss you, I just couldn't handle so I had to
stay away for a while. I have a kanji quiz tomorrow. Before school.
It's easy to be easy and free when it doesn't mean anything. You've
done me no favor to call and be nice. What do I want for Christmas? I'm
supposed to tell Josh and Andrew and I really don't know. Ideas? They
said no to the gift certificate idea. Do I need anything? I want these
Hugo Boss glasses, but they said no to that also. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just smiled like a bank teller, blankly telling me, "have a nice life." &lt;/span&gt;I'm
not very good at ice skating anymore and I wish that I could ski. I
would rather ski than snowboard. Left handed people are better, but there are exceptions. There's
this guy named Mark West, and sometimes he creeps me out, but we have
astonishingly similar taste in music. Everyday she wears the same
thing, I think she smoke pot. I love long conversations. The word love
shouldn't be used lightly, I feel that I use it way too much, but I've
been trying to cut back. I told Liam that I would call him when I got
out of work, but I forgot. I've been forgetting/neglecting to call
people a lot lately, sorry if you're a victim. I have to call Liam.
Which means I won't go to bed for hooours. I'm so exhausted. I ate so
many poptarts today, it's crazy. Those damn cinnamon and brown sugar
ones have me at the knees. It's weird. That John person has never heard
of Woody Allen. He just told me that. Meg would have a fit. Caleb, make
sure you think about that link I sent you, I'll go fifty/fifty on it.
Tell me what movies all of you want to see so that I can order them and
we'll have a movie night. Let's have a huge movie night with everyone
there. Who wants to come? Everyone. Like the Japanese party, except no
QAF. (PG- i need the next season, i'll bring in the other) And when
should it be? Padric wrote a letter to the editor, it's really good. &lt;font size="5"&gt;It sucks me in when you're aloof, it sucks me in, it sucks it works.&lt;font size="2"&gt;
I think that it's funny when you call someone a 'goat weeny.' This will
tear you up. You're all dressed up like the cure. Unearned unhappiness.
I bought two bottles of Evian today. Yesssssssssss. I applied to a
college. I haven't worked on an application all weekend, i've been too
busy socializing. Ridiculous.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I love to drive. Not the fact that I can, but driving in general.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I want to have that rainbow smile. Dan says that I have sunshine eyes.
or said, back in the day. Meaning a couple weeks ago. Or something.
But, rainbow smile. It happens all the time, it's no big deal.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, which I've really been getting into
lately. Teka's sleeping on the recliner next to me, and if it wasn't
for the mass amount of ticks that i suspect are lodged into her skin
i'd pet her. You're not here to make friends, you're here to make
better surgeons.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Dan Ratcliffe pulled out in front of me today which prompted a text
message then a call then me being unblocked and us talking and it was,
interesting. He even tried to get me to come to his show. Yeah, that's
right, how weird.&lt;br&gt;
I went to Lucky G's today, it's gone downhill. Megan and Mal were there
right after too, I hear. Too bad, we could've had a party.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Josh Barret - let's hang out. with Nora.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" size="2"&gt;
        The sea is calm to-night.&lt;br&gt;
 The tide is full, the moon lies fair&lt;br&gt;
 Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light&lt;br&gt;
 Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,&lt;br&gt;
 Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.&lt;br&gt;
 Come to the window, sweet is the night air!&lt;br&gt;
 Only, from the long line of spray&lt;br&gt;
 Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,&lt;br&gt;
 Listen! you hear the grating roar&lt;br&gt;
 Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,&lt;br&gt;
 At their return, up the high strand,&lt;br&gt;
 Begin, and cease, and then again begin,&lt;br&gt;
 With tremulous cadence slow, and bring&lt;br&gt;
 The eternal note of sadness in. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Sophocles long ago&lt;br&gt;
 Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought&lt;br&gt;
 Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow&lt;br&gt;
 Of human misery; we&lt;br&gt;
 Find also in the sound a thought,&lt;br&gt;
 Hearing it by this distant northern sea. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 The Sea of Faith&lt;br&gt;
 Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore&lt;br&gt;
 Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.&lt;br&gt;
 But now I only hear&lt;br&gt;
 Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,&lt;br&gt;
 Retreating, to the breath&lt;br&gt;
 Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear&lt;br&gt;
 And naked shingles of the world. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Ah, love, let us be true&lt;br&gt;
 To one another! for the world, which seems&lt;br&gt;
 To lie before us like a land of dreams,&lt;br&gt;
 So various, so beautiful, so new,&lt;br&gt;
 Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;&lt;br&gt;
 And we are here as on a darkling plain&lt;br&gt;
 Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,&lt;br&gt;
 Where ignorant armies clash by night. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
-Matthew Arnold&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mr. O'Mahoney gave me a copy of that the day that I said everyone from Whitefield is a farmer.&lt;br&gt;
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p.s. i got a new screen name. it's albeitglorious.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:capacityforyou:57306</id>
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    <title>"you're one of the sexiest girls I know"</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T03:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T03:33:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's been a good day.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ladies and Gentlemen Open UP</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T03:23:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-01T03:23:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That bomb threat was pretty bunk. And by bunk I mean not cool, in case
you were wondering. That is a pretty lame word, I'll try not to use it
again. Except how Fran and I didn't get in trouble for leaving the gym
and meeting Michaela. GOOOOAL. &lt;br&gt;
I love how I had privs during first period but I was there to talk to
PJ. And then right as I'm about to leave I have to go to the gym...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The Harlem Rockets were like a tv show. I'm pretty glad that I went.
The 7' one called me "m'lady" in the hall today. MW called me that
yesterday. Weeeird. Maybe they have a secret connection and were trying
to freak me out.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
A. Hennings and I caught up tonight. He's the one that was wearing a
dress in an older entry.. yeah.. well he's better now. Because he
wasn't too good. He's dating someone, I was excited. &lt;br&gt;
I'm exchanging emails with a boy that I'm trying to corrupt (i met him
at Hannaford). When he's bags for me (@H) I make him do a different
dance for each customer. He's super cool and he sent me an email saying
that we could be friends. There was more of a progression, but(t) that
was the general outcome.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
AREN'T YOU EXCITED????&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:capacityforyou:56795</id>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2005-11-29T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-30T02:26:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-30T02:28:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bach</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Malindi and Katie came over tonight. We made crepes. Katie found all of
her cds from 5th grade. We listened to them, sang, and danced on the
way to our destination. Malindi hasn't really changed. They make me
comfortable. They're some of the only people that don't require me to
keep my guard up. We want to have a barn party. We called Sam Boynton.
Sam and I decided that we're going to get together with Nate Haskell
and play dress up like the old days. He's still got the trunk.&lt;br&gt;
Malindi's conscientious. She's smart. She's truthful and genuinely fun
to be with. We've been friends since we were ten. She taught me how to
waterski and took me to Caratunk for the first time. Katie's just cool.
She draws people in. We write each other notes at work - using thermal
tape and hand sanitizer only.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;

I can't stand when people disregard your findings, then when they find the same themselves act like it's a new phenomenon. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I painted my nails. I bought a jacket. I can't keep the heater on in my car (if i have the jacket on) because I start to melt.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
We made 60 crepes tonight...........&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I was supposed to just be checking my email but I'm still sitting here, it's been an hour. Josh Shain is something else. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'm watching this alt. med. thing on mpbn. Who cares if it's a placebo
if you're feeling better? I'd rather put herbs and massage into my body
then unknown chemicals. I was on steroids for four months and they did
nothing at all (and Kelly called me scabface), but reflexology changed
everything (no scabface). Let people take what they wannnt.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:capacityforyou:56551</id>
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    <title>capacityforyou @ 2005-11-27T13:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T18:21:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T18:21:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;, Thanksgiving, all that. It was great, really really great. Perfect, even.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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