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  <title>Interestingly enough...</title>
  <subtitle>Gliding Into Mediocrity Alone</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Raksha</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-17T20:03:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:condescention:83703</id>
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    <title>Funny story</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T20:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T20:03:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, yesterday I received a phone message from my friend Garth. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Erin, so, um, yeah, I got your email and I guess, um, since today is wednesday we can't really, um, hang out tonight and I think Friday, ah, wouldn't really, probably wouldn't be good though I don't know if I am busy or not...but Sunday, yes, Sunday morning would be, well, agreeable with me if it is with you, so you can call me back at 661-**** if you would like to make plans. Oh, and congratulations on your wedding date. Hope that's going well for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, utterly paralyzed with disbelief. I thought, 'did I make some joke in my email that he took the complete wrong way?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him back and I guess this another case of my life being ruined by that girl who has the same name as me and a similar life. Some friend of Garth's thought she and I were the same person, and he passed on the news that 'Erin is getting married.' So, no wonder the message was so painfuly awkward, as he thought that I had met someone, gotten engaged and set a date without ever mentioning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story for today. Other news in brief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have a new friend named Katherine. She is a Co-op student too and we have lunch dates. I enjoy her.&lt;br /&gt;-I might help set up the MEtric show on Saturday with Andy. Oh, I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie's band is playing Logan's on Saturday and so I will see Luna Riot for the first time ever, though Jamie gave a nice preview with his air guitar and Amy Winehouse covers last night. Then he puked.&lt;br /&gt;-Cam is now somewhere in Canada...I think Montreal today. He'll be in Victoria by June 6th, at the latest.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:condescention:82344</id>
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    <title>Yo</title>
    <published>2006-12-21T09:05:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-21T09:05:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anyone still reads this, I'm officially switching to friends-only. So, if you really like it, you need to get a lj of your own to read it. Or at least an account. Email me and I'll add you as a friend.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:condescention:81812</id>
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    <title>Back in Vic</title>
    <published>2006-08-26T19:58:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-26T19:58:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, the last few days have been really fun! Matty picked me up from the airport, much like a superhero would, and it was the first time ever that someone came and met my flight! How exciting! Too bad all the time he spent with me consisted of driving me to Sharon's work, having lunch and going on her harbour tour. It was still fun, and he complimented b\my sweet shades, which have already broken completely and been exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to White Rock with Sharon! Well, after spending 5 hours sitting in her kiosk on the dock, having inappropiate discussions about boys with her and her coworker Jasmin, who is awesome and also going to visit us. We followed that up by shopping and then an uber-late dinner on the beach, also terrific, and a long bitchfest over coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I hung out with Sharon's dad, and tried to sleep through the Welcome Wagon lady hitting on him, mistakenly thinking him single. Then I helped him sort through his sweet Welcome Wagon swag, and we started dinner, and made ourselves a mushroom and cheese pizza, which was never really thoroughly cooked, but we were impatient. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sharon raced me to the ferry, where I spent over 2 hours having a guy from Saudi Arabia hit on me. No one wants to date you if you don't think women should be allowed to drive. He also made an offensive face when I told him my friend spoke Hebrew. Also, I am super-buff and can carry my own luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm settling into our new house, which is so cute! I love our deck and yard, and the fact that we're in a little cul-de-sac. The only problem so far was that my room was hypothermia-inducing last night, and even with a sleeping bag and my comforter, and the supernatural power of my troll pillows, I was still cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm killing time, waiting for a guy to call me about a free mattress. Which kind-of sucks, because I just plotted out my rout to Hillside, where I would get food and other key living supplies (like a space heater).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:condescention:81640</id>
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    <title>Well...</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T02:01:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T02:01:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ambush - Figurines</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This weekend was crazy. Parts of it were great, parts of it were awful, but overall it was just incredibly memorable. Oh, except there are a few parts I don't actually remember. But I had them filled in, as far as I know. I made a new friend, who totally rocks. I didn't come home all weekend, I said a bunch of things worthy of Sarah's quote board, and laughed almost an unhealthy amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of work is Wednesday, and I'm psyched for it to be over. Already my last few Edmonton days are getting filled up with a bunch of things I don't want to do. Like hang out with my sister, for her birthday. I'm more inclined to mourn the day of her birth than celebrate it. I had a blessedly brief coffee with Liz, in which she went on and on about weddings for an hour. I'm not even exaggerating - nothing non-wedding came up, because I didn't get a word in edgewise. I do know how much will Safeway charge for floral arrangements now, and Liz informed me that I do get to bring a date to her wedding. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my last few days here suck, because my family gets clingy and a lot people who have made no effort to see me all summer suddenly need to "catch up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen way behind on emails, which is weird because I had a bunch of time off work. Sorry people who emailed me. I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a chance I'm going to drive to Calgary with Sarah, so she can go to a wedding and I can fulfill my promise of visiting Russ. I'm sad that I never got to go to the zoo, even though I know it would be more depressing than fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:condescention:81366</id>
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    <title>Highlights</title>
    <published>2006-07-29T03:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-29T03:10:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ride It On - Mazzy Star</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I've had another fabulous day. Oh, except for the parts when I was with my sister. Those parts were sheer hell. Unless she wasn't talking, because then she was singing, making a more opaque kind-of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, through the power of ignoring my sister and ditching her a little, it was a pretty great day. The main highlight of the day was Rianne calling me "loaded." (She didn't mean drunk, either). I also bought a lot of stuff today, and it was ridiculously on sale. I bought some necklaces for 5 for a dollar, so now Rianne and I have matching ones, as there were very few non-ugly ones. Plus, shirts for under ten dollars are always cool. Unless they say "Hustler" on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to hang out at home after two busy work weeks and a couple of nights away. I did enjoy my sleepover Monday/Tuesday at Sarah's, and cruising Whyte Ave. Oh, minus the time we spent with Ryan and Dave. Ryan is Sarah's supervisor, who is married to a golddigging wife who cheats on him. Even though he's a nice guy for the most part, I can't even feel sorry for him, because all my pity automatically goes to his wife, because he is incredibly annoying and boring.</content>
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    <title>condescention @ 2006-07-13T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T04:06:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T04:06:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jessica - Adam Green</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think one of the things I miss most about JWP is having a computer of my very own. I had a whole lunch break to email people, look up horoscopes, and play Free Cell. My new job offers me a lot more time outdoors, way better pay, and a bunch of boys to adore me, but our lunch breaks are however long it takes us to eat lunch, and it's not like I can sit there and read a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think everyone on earth knows about my new fabulour job working construction with my Dad, but you'll notice I just gave a vague outline in case one of my many, many readers didn't know. It's a pretty bitching job, with minimal public interaction and pretty cool coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is pretty much a horrible person to work for. He swears, throws tools, and generally behaves much like all construction foremen: a lunatic. It's like a club where they secretly feed you steroids and force you to get a farmers' tan. Of course, my Dad is only like that maybe 10% of the time, and he's pretty funny otherwise, as illustrated by this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of the many reasons my Dad has previously given for me not working with him is that he didn't want me getting sexually harassed/ dating any construction workers. Unfortunately for him, My brief exposure to one fo the other crews must have earned me some admirers, because yesterday 3 of the guys asked if I was working. Instead of doing the stay-away-from-my daughter-thing, my Dad said, "I don't know why you guys care. She's moving to Saskatchewan after she graduates." Prompting Greg (who's from Saskatchewan) to say, "Who moves to Saskatchewan?" making him my favorite ditch-digging suitor. I also like it when my Dad sees one of the company owners on the road and pulls his hat sideways, then turns up his Gnarls Barkley and starts singing along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? My social circle in Edmonton is dwindling. Kevin is constantly busy, though I saw his mother today at Sobey's. She also misses him, and never sees him. Dyonne is busy with a move, but is at least trying to see me. Alyssa is off road trippin', and I haven't seen Rianne is forever, though I gave her a call tonight. (No one gives me my messages, so if anyone has called me lately and not heard back, I have no idea that you called, and you should probably just email me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails are at an all-time low as well, though my few subscriptions keep tricking me into thinking that I actually have mail. International emails are in extreme deficit, and I am not very happy about that. Helen is the best emailer so far this summer, both in personal emailing and in house-search emailing. Maybe in my one hour of spare time a day I'll start building her a trophy of some kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Now, again, it is late and I have ruined my chance on catching up on sleep. How will I ever be ready for fun on Saturday night??? What will Sarah and I do on our crazy stagette night? Probably fall asleep on the futon. Yeah!</content>
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    <title>condescention @ 2006-06-10T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T01:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T01:54:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>End Credits - Nada Surf</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, yesterday was full of surprises, with the potential to delight and amaze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first surprise was that I didn't have to work! Yeah! So I made the most of my day by calling Rianne. She was working at Starbucks, so we met up for shopping. Unfortunately, Rianne had an irritating suitor that followed us around on our trip before going to meet a friend (who I strongly doubt existed). We then endured supper with him, plus I dragged Sarah along, because I just couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, and an incruciatingly long car ride, Sarah and I fled, leaving Rianne to the mercy of her unattractive beau.&lt;br /&gt;She later admitted to going to the bathroom 7 times, just to get away from him while they were out with her other friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I headed to Alyssa's, where we decided to go out with Sarah's coworkers again, meeting them at The Fox and dragging them to The Globe. It was a pretty enjoyable night, all in all, though far too much beer was consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky I didn't have to work, because I slept through the alarm I set. I'm also way tired, and tonight is supposed to be our big "going out" night. At least it won't be at the Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's grad lunch is tomorrow, and all I did today, besides nap, was chop up fruit and clean for it. My sister is doing fuck all for the event, as per usual. She did take the car again though! thanks sis! Welcome to being a university graduate sho still drives her parents car!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:condescention:80422</id>
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    <title>I dedicate this entry to Rianne</title>
    <published>2006-05-21T05:40:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-21T05:40:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A hot Australian guy made me this CD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, several things about it did not rock, but the day rocked despite them. What did not rock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)How long it took for the bar to get busy&lt;br /&gt;2)Scary lesbian sightings.&lt;br /&gt;3)An over-air-conditioned Boston Pizza&lt;br /&gt;4)People not showing up&lt;br /&gt;5)An unnecessary cab ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our JuneWarren reunion lunch was great. Nicole showed up all alert and happy, with blonde hair and a smaller waistline. I got to hear how things ended with "Kent." We laughed, no one cried, and Tara should have been there.Oh well. We'll be doing another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rianne and I went shopping at WEM, her second home and workplace. She somehow made XXI less annoying to be in, and I scored a cheap shirt that wasn't ugly. She also bought me my lunch and a coffee from Starbucks. What a fabulous date this girl would be. Men everywhere are missing out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listened to me go on about my non-boyfriends and we wathed Dr. Phil and talked about possessive people. I hate Dr. Phil, but Rianne made him bearable, perhaps by amusing me with her sock knitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry really isn't capturing how fun Rianne is to hang out with, so this paragraph will try to capture that. Pretty much, my homecoming has been really disappointing friends wise. I don't know if I just remember seeing people as being more fun than it usually is, or if my friends (or myself) are just not fun anymore. But, yesterday was more fun than I thought it would be, as my expectations for reunions have been beaten down. So, Rianne rocks. All 3 people who read this should be jealous of me having such a cool friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she also has fabulous clothes, which she will lend you when you want to dress up like a hipster.</content>
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    <title>Emails</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T07:16:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T07:16:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>We Used To Be Friends - Dandy Warhols</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I wasn't planning on an update, but I had to log in to comment on Caitee's journal, so I may as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa and I had a pretty fabulous weekend. We had a planned sleep over at Sarah's (which I prefer, so I can bring all my things and complete my morning and night routines). As we left this afternoon, Alyssa said something along the lines of it having all the necessary components of a good drunken night. Then I made her list those components, and helped her with a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bruises. Alyssa tackled me to the ground, injuring my knee and her elbow. &lt;br /&gt;2) There are tons of photos. Over 100, and all with hilarious captions.&lt;br /&gt;3) We slept uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;4) We were still drunk when we woke up.&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone got drawn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were probably more, but that's all that comes to mind. Anyways, Whyte Ave was crazy. Eight people got stabbed in the course of the evening, but I only saw one guy (or Steve did) so I'm going to recklessly doubt the media reports. The whole ave was so packed that we didn't even go into any bars. We were on the street until we saw the riot squad, and then we decided to go back to Sarah's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we made waffles(Sarah made us waffles), and shopped along Whyte. I was looking for a present for a boy, and Whyte Ave seems to be a girly shopping street. Maybe I would have had more success if I had an idea in mind, instead of waiting for something to literally jump out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think my Mom is going to go shopping with me for her Mother's Day present from my brother. Maybe this year it won't be a terrible disappointment. It will be funny to wrap it up and have him give it to her an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I log onto MSN I never actually go on because there is no one I want to talk to. Are all the people I want to talk to doing the exact same thing? Maybe I never go on because when I log in and have no emails, I instantly become too depressed to engage in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa has become CSI obsessed, so her, Pamela and I are having 4 hour marathons. The next one is Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't seen Rianne. Is it because I don't have a cell and no one here gives me my messages? I want to have a girls night with her, and she's reading this right now, so you know we'll make it happen.</content>
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    <title>I'm home!!!</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T20:26:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T20:26:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Make You Mad -The Odds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I've been home for almost a week now. But my journal readers may not be aware of that fact, especially as I was too lazy to call people and tell them I was home, even though I like them (this means you, Rianne). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have evaded the usual stress I feel about getting a job, by reminding myself that I am 21, and too old to work some crappy job. I am waiting to hear about two positions actually related to my field of study, but don't really feel that getting either is excessively likely. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent most of my non-family time (the best time of all!) with Alyssa, my multi-provincial associate. Yesterday we went shopping for hours at WEM, parted ways for dinner, then magically reunited to watch ANTM and talk on MSN, side-by-side. The best part of MSNing was assaulting people who spoke to only one of us, when they were mutual friends, and typing identical comments in unison. Also, my laugh is a lot more...well, not enjoyable, but maybe compelling(?) in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen Kevin, and his lovely girlfriend Sarah, only once, but I suspect there will be much more time spent with them. Dyonne has just had her wisdom teeth out, and hasn't been by, though she did call me even though she ws biting down on gauze at the time. It reminded me of when Kevin had his wisdom teeth out, and I took pictures of him. Oh, those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this summer is still pretty undecided for me. I can predict that there will be a lot of complaining about not getting emails, and having to write emails. I'm also hoping to do some kind of crafting. There are a bunch of things I've been meaning to use for a particular project present, and all I need is a seamstress and the drive to create. It's also going to include a lot of free activities, as I won't have any money. I may also start dating someone wealthy to alleviate this problem. Wish me luck!</content>
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    <title>I want to be cool like Caitee and update my livejournal!</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T06:42:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-03T06:42:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Happy Kid - Nada Surf</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This will be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my first drunken phone call this weekend. At 5am this morning. From Australia. The call is estimated to have cost 15 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately emailed Bess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I substituted for a professor in a first year Writing class. I am going to get paid, but don't know how much. I only had to administer a test, but I am adding it to my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to get any Victoria Co-op jobs, after some kick-ass interviews. I am going home to Alberta, unemployed and broke yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make t-shirts, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>condescention @ 2006-03-13T10:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-13T10:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-13T10:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My life is rated PG-13!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/1885/pg136sy.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your life is rated PG-13!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caffeinenebula.com/quizzes/quizFiles/ratings-mpaa/quiz.html"&gt;What is your life rated? (MPAA Scale)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizzes.caffeinenebula.com"&gt;Take Other Caffeine Nebula Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>I actually did this on Friday, and stole a few answers from Ian.</title>
    <published>2006-03-13T10:12:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-13T10:12:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Your Ex-lover is Dead -Stars</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Kindergarten Teacher's name: Honestly, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you kissed: Mark Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last word you said: Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you sang: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you hugged: Helen, for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last thing you laughed at: Alyssa. Not that she’s a thing, but she does say funny things on occasion….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's in your CD player: I have a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What socks are you wearing: Do you have some kind of sick fetish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's under your bed: A back massager. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Current taste: Whole-wheat pasta. It better be healthy, because it tastes like gross. T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Current hair style: What ever a bob that has been growing out for almost a year would be called. Probably “lacklustre ponytail.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Current clothes: I had to change out of my stolen Kiltlifters t-shirt into my Foo Fighters one. I am also wearing the same jeans I wear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Current Job: Layabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Current longing: For a fantastic summer job, that pays me more than I am worth, and is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Current desktop picture: Futurama cast + Matt Groening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Current worry: My ex-boyfriend “stopping by” when he’s in town tomorrow. I will stab him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Current hate: Men. All of them. Even children under 4, and nice bus drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current undies color: Blue with red ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current favorite article of clothing: Probably the jeans I wear everyday. Value and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite physical feature(s) of the opposite (or same if you like) sex: I’ve never been able to narrow this down…hair is one, and probably smile. &lt;br /&gt;23. Last CD that you bought: Plans - DCFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be: In my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Worst place to be: In a Workshop of any kind. Or Legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Time you wake up in the morning: As late as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you could play a new instrument: base guitar. Because I always here how girls can’t play base, and I want to be a feminist now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Another longing: For this survey to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Current favorite word/saying: Oh Noetry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite book(s): Fifth Business and Manticore. Choke and Invisible Monster. Hocus Pocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Movie(s): The Virgin Suicides, Junebug, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite bands and song: The Odds, Nada Surf, Le Tigre. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Kid – Nada Surf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite day: Lately….Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you want to go: Australia? Anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your career going to be: Unemployed Arts student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What kind of car will you have: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Eye Color: Blue, and a bit of gold in one. “Witch eyes,” if you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair Color: Unwashed blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Righty or Lefty: Right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Zodiac sign: Aquarius, which is usually depicted as some merman pouring water out of a jug for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Innie or Outtie: Innie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Your heritage: Uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: Shoes you wore today: They cost 13 dollars, and look like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Your hair: It’s in a ponytail. It’s how it likes to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Your weakness: I have no sense of direction. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Your fears: Gremlins, sharks….all the irrational ones really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Your hopes: This survey ends soon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Your most recent secret: Silly survey! Secrets don’t go on the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Your thoughts first waking up: “Shower or breakfast?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Your bedtime: 1-3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Your most missed companion: Right now, I miss having Kevin around. High school Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Your perfect pizza: 8 cheese! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Sweet and Chewy or Salty and Crunchy: The former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Single or group dates: Double dates are terrible. Triple dates are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Dogs or Cats: Cats, but dogs can be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. chocolate or vanilla: What am I, stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Cappuccino or Frappuccino: Heterosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Smoke: Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Curse: I like to curse people with an inexplicable desire to complete terrible online surveys that are offensive to grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Sing: I don't understand what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Take a shower everyday: Twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Have had sex: I’m a porn star now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Think you've been in love: But what do you mean by “love”? Can it ever be defined….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/articles/1657880/"&gt; Love is...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Want to go to college: I want to go to a real school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Want more than what you've got: I do need groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married: I’m a child of divorce. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: As opposed to the wrong ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Think you're attractive: Fuckin' rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Think you're a health freak: I’m not a freak of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Get along with your parents: Not having to live with them is a big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Play an instrument: Just my small, invisible violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You In the last month :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Drink (alcohol): Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Smoked: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Done a drug: Just caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Made Out: Not according to my definition….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Go on a date: V-day with Helen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Eaten sushi: Several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Been dumped: Ha, that was January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Made homemade cookies: My roommates make them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Had Sex: Strictly the lesbian kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Gone skinny dipping: I will never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Dyed your hair: It’s pretty much perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Stolen anything: A Kiltlifters t-shirt. A keychain. Laundry detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Had too much to drink: Pretty much any is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Been caught cheating: I don’t cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Been called a tease: Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Gotten beaten up: Just try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Changed who you were to fit in: What a Degrassi moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Cried at something beautiful: Ugly things make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Spent too much money on something you didn't need: Hi, I’m a student at the end of the year….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Cried when someone died: Yes.</content>
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    <title>General stuff</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T23:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T23:28:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>He War - Cat Power</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I neglect this journal so much...It's becoming that friend you never call or email, who you feel less and less able to call or email because then you have to somehow justify neglecting them for so long. What a terrible cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my journal is incredibly not bitchy, and has to forgive me, because I'm the only friend it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I never update you, my little journal, is that I hate being at my computer. I really do. I hate MSN, emails, even fun internet things like imdb celebrity news. Half the time I spend on here is watching TV I downloaded, and the rest is spent doing homework, or putting off doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a basic recap of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Landon, I have already eliminated two other romantic interests (No, I didn't kill them, Bess). I don't want to talk about boys anymore, so if anyone asks, I'm just going to say I'm a lesbian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa and I are having BFF Thursdays, where we dedicate Thursdays to us going out (just us) and BFF activities. This started on Reading Break, which Alyssa and I enjoyed immensely. We are also having breakfast tomorrow, another semi-tradition we are continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of writing to do. A historical story, three revisions of other stories, and two chapters of a memoir that I will never actually write, as well as as a rewrite of the book proposal for said memoir. I also have to keep writing poems, editing poems, and revising poems so I can make a travesty of a portfolio for the end of the year. How much do I hate this? A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the "Bad Poetry/Oh Noetry!" shirt, which makes my life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know where I'll be in the summer. So, Edmonton people, if you really want me back there try to find me a job. A high-paying and fun one, specifically related to my field of study. Victoria/Vancouver people: you can feel free to do the same. Think of it as a competition.</content>
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    <title>I know you all miss the horoscopes....</title>
    <published>2006-02-04T21:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-04T21:29:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aries March 21 - April 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have a hard time putting what it is that you don't like about your new neighbor into words next week, particularly after he slices through your larynx with a cheese grater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus April 20 - May 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will scour the periodic table of the elements for several weeks in search of a fitting name for your new heavy-metal trio. Unfortunately, both of your bandmates will feverishly object to Derek And The Borons on several counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini May 21 - June 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen some disturbing displays of faith in your lifetime, but next week's encounter with a highly devout theoretical mathematician who expresses his love for Jesus Christ as an "unbounded dynamical system" takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer June 22 - July 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graphic, unsettling slide, absent-mindedly fed into the projector upside down, will bring much-needed levity to your otherwise leaden murder trial this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo July 23 - August 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care what the other guys at NASA think, the blooper reel you compiled this week from 45 years of launch footage was pretty darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo August 23 - September 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjecting your waitress to the observation that all restaurants are in fact revolving restaurants due to the invariable rotation of the earth on its axis will more than explain why you're dining alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra September 23 - October 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not saying that the awards are undeserved, but still, if all those people had wanted to see a gay cowboy movie, all they had to do was come by your basement anytime during the last 14 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio October 24 - November 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to its promise, a new kitchen disinfectant will make life easier for you, a single working mother with two children. But that's only because you'll take to regularly huffing the highly toxic solvent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius November 22 - December 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a devoted female campus advocate, you've long maintained that "no" means "no," but next week will bring the realization that sometimes "no" also means "help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn December 22 - January 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, you'll prove wrong friends and family members who have long accused you of being self-centered and callous when you drive cross-state just to spend a couple of days with your step-uncle at his luxurious beachfront home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius January 20 - February 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your second night away from the comforts of home, you'll start to wonder if camping out in line to get into the new state park was really worth the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces February 19 - March 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep anger and bitter disappointment over the distance of your first discus throw will result seconds later in joy over the distance of your second discus throw.</content>
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    <title>One sentence</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T10:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T10:17:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My life is worthwhile because Bess Winter K. emails me.</content>
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    <title>Well, well</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T00:20:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T00:20:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I made a CD for my MOM</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, my few remaining journal readers, I need to update you on a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Landon I broke-up. I know, you are all shocked, but hopefully, in time, you will be able to cope with the tremendous loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was a week or so ago, so I pretty much don't have anything to say about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't become a good email correspondent. I really want to be one, but I just suck at it. I'm going to strive to be better, so everyone hope for an email in the next week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied to my first Co-op job, to be a technical writer at Business Objects in Vancouver. I do really want the job, even though it will mean paying rent, and having to fins somewhere to live, and hassles of that nature. I thought about doing the roommate thing, but I'd really like to live alone, as it is one of my life goals. I already got to check one life goal off yesterday, and it was thrilling, so now I am hungry for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Caitee on the phone today, and I was thrilled to do so because Caitee is funny, and she also has a really cool voice. Things sound funnier when she says them. Plus, her life is more interesting than mine, so I like to hear all about it. Now we both have loser friends desperate to get married. Hoorah!</content>
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    <title>Good quiz Rianne</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T04:37:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T04:37:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/slowdown15/1116770798_resrebecca.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c60cbc)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU ARE REBECCA You are CLASSIC. You have the girl&lt;br&gt;next door appeal and an all american look that&lt;br&gt;just says Beau-Ti-Ful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/slowdown15/quizzes/Which%20America&amp;#39;s%20next%20top%20model%20(%20season%204%20)%20model%20are%20you%20%3F/"&gt; Which America's next top model ( season 4 ) model are you ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I will never sell lottery tickets AGAIN!</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T00:56:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T00:56:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah, working the ol' high school job. Selling cigarettes to kids with fake IDs, making excessively insipid small talk, listening to insanely popular jokes about the lottery, and being told I bear a striking resemblance to the girl on the cover of Purely 18 magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryon gave me the best present ever: He let me not work at all next week! Next week will be busy will everyone bringing in all the tickets we sold their friends and relatives this week! My least favorite part of the week after Christmas? Arguing with people who cannot manage to follow the simple instructions on the back of "Scratch and Usually Lose" tickets and then argue with me about how much/the fact that they won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a productive outing with Kevin yesterday, as we both renewed our licenses (his driver's, my passenger's) and I found part of Alyssa's gift! Kevin shopped for Sarah, found nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a lovely reunion lunch with Rianne and Tara. (Nicole was missed). They both got me presents (and good ones too!) so I felt like a Grinch or Scrooge or my sister. I was glad to see them. Rianne went to San Diego for Christmas, which made Tara and I jealous. I resolved to email them both more frequently, and Rianne mentioned some sort of online magazine which I might contribute to. Delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that Liz's parents are getting divorced, which is sad. And they seemed destined to be together, as he was the pofficer who arrested her first husband (Liz's biological Dad) for operating a grow-up. Ah, love....it dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting excited for Christmas. The presents I have so far are encouraging, and I know I'm getting money from my dad, so I will get new jeans. And now I have an extra week to see people!</content>
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    <title>Sweet</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T05:51:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T05:52:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Line - Handicap Parking</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have completed some poems for my portfolio. &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?condescention&amp;lt;a"&gt; "Poems" &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>What's this? Another update?</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T03:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-09T23:48:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lazer Beam - Low</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Don't feel too spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is basically a continuation of my christmas wish list, more for me than you guys really, who are all probably not going to get me any presents. I plan to edit this entry throughout the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Bill Gaston. Then I can make him sign it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking for poetry by Carla Funk and Billy Collins. Oh, Billy Collins.&lt;br /&gt;Some VERY simple cookbooks would be nice. No dessert ones, and they don't necessarily have to be vegetarian, but not "101 things to do with raw meat."&lt;br /&gt;I want Marilyn Manson's biography, but only if you can buy it and not make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDS&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers: Twin Cinema would probably make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I also need blank ones, and I mean the kind that come with cases. Maybe colorful ones too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;I want Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD. Ash lent me hers, but then made me "give them back" and basically then stopped talking to me entirely. Thanks a lot, Ash. Also, other funny shows I like on DVD would be quite awesome. I'm not going to list them all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/gallery-badpoetry.jpg"&gt;this shirt&lt;/a&gt; more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also still want a travel mug and super-powerful stapler.</content>
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    <title>I made a website! Look at it!</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T07:44:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T07:44:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I really suck at updating this. Mostly, it's because I have way too many writing classes. Way too many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, as I am one-sixth done something due very early tomorrow, I feel like posting, for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Proof that I am funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: I love you like peas love rice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Peas don't love rice at all! You don't love me, and this is how you tell me....through a terrible simile??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: what would you do, if you ,um, got pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If it's a girl I'd name it Landon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: This thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band &lt;br /&gt;Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:: The Odds &lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female:: I Would Be Your Man&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:: Someone Who's Cool &lt;br /&gt;How do some people feel about you:: Satisfied &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself:: Sweetness &amp; Love &lt;br /&gt;Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:: Heterosexual Man &lt;br /&gt;Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:: We'll Talk &lt;br /&gt;Describe where you want to be:: Suppertime &lt;br /&gt;Describe what you want to be:: Mercy To Go  &lt;br /&gt;Describe how you live:: It Falls Apart &lt;br /&gt;Describe how you love:: Love of Minds &lt;br /&gt;Share a few words of wisdom: Leave It There  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: Everyone I know if Alberta is now contacting me as they remember that this is one of those times when I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been getting a few emails, some very late (but always appreciated) regarding when I'm coming home. As it stands, I should be back around the fifteenth, but I'm not betting Rianne's life on it.....yet! Now you know, sort-of. Also, Steve, I might be stopping off at Phil and Sandra's for a night or two, so perhaps we could arrange a visit while I'm in your town. Also, as a heads up, my boyfriend's moving there in January so keep a good look out for nerds and expect to actually see me a bit. Brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care for Christmas, but everyone else loves it so bloody much I feel like i have to feign excitement. Basically, I am going to do a very bad job of shopping this year. So, as crude as this is, everyone who's expecting a present from me or planning on giving me something should make it known, or I will be embarassed. My list so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A high-powered stapler (think LEVERAGE)&lt;br /&gt;A travel mug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all my materialistic desires are both extravagent and exotic, but I'll appreciate anyone who gets me things that don't suck. I'll try to appreciate the thought of you poor gift-givers, but I'll probably resent you for life anyway. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: I made a website. I don't promise it doesn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://finearts.uvic.ca/~birkett/217/"&gt;http://finearts.uvic.ca/~birkett/217/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>condescention @ 2005-11-10T11:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T19:45:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T19:45:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;table&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td valign="top" width="255" height="600"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGLDf.gif" name="thebigpicture12"&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td valign="top"&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;The Sonnet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;eliberate&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;entle&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;reamer (&lt;font shmolor="red"&gt;DGLDf&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the &lt;b&gt;Sonnet&lt;/b&gt;. Get it? Composed? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring &amp; careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;center&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="5" align="right" bgshmolor="#bbbbbb" border="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr height="20"&gt;  &lt;td align="middle" bgshmolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genghis Khunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img border="1" hspace="3" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBSMf_thumb.gif" vspace="7"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Brutal&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Sex&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Master&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The 5-Night Stand&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The False Messiah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Hornivore&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Last Man on Earth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=15529799473277926269"&gt;&lt;b&gt;burkettturton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Been awhile</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T01:30:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T01:30:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fool - Cat Power</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I finally got my card from Rianne, my postcard from Caitee, and a few letters, including one fantastic one. And I got a paycheck, from working at the poster sale. Score! I have job training later this week, which is sad and tragic. Goodbye, free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terribly out of touch with my Edmonton social circle. Everyone should email me! Tara should also update her journal, for once. I may not be in a place to criticize, but that won't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new boyfriend is working out alright, though he is terribly busy with midterms. He's also brought some fresh blood into my social circle with his friend Marty, who Alyssa adores and I enjoy immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a Halloween party this Friday, which I hope will be a raging success. Ash is coming (you are coming) and whoever else I choose to invite. We're all inviting our random class friends, which I think is fun. More fresh blood, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have a meeting with a group for a presentation I'm doing. Sigh. I hate group work. And I missed the first meeting, so now they seem to want to speak me with the most ludicrous section. We also get an individual mark, so I want a good topic. I got 85% on my first psych exam. Thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should email me and tell me about their lives. Unless they have a journal that needs updating.</content>
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    <title>For anyone interested</title>
    <published>2005-09-24T20:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-24T20:54:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Steadier Footing -Death Cab for Cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My new mailing address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Cluster 60202&lt;br /&gt;Student Residences&lt;br /&gt;University of Victoria&lt;br /&gt;STN CSC PO 2100&lt;br /&gt;Victoria, BC V8W 3A4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I am about to go check my mail, and be disappointed. Sean and Ashley are supposed to be coming over soon, and I don't want to do homework. I'm going out for vegetarian Chinese tonight. Matty and I are alone, as all the other roommates are gone for the weekend. We had a very small party last night, with Alyssa, Stu, and their friend Jen. Shot checkers is the official game of my house, and I am the worst player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you JWP crew! I can't find any postcards worthy of sending you!</content>
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