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  <title>my life or something like it ...</title>
  <subtitle>you think you know, but you have no idea ...</subtitle>
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    <name>Amber</name>
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    <title>a bunch of little diddies ...</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T07:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T07:11:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>a walk to remember - movie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Is it diddies? Or ditties? Or none of the above? Either way, you get the point. I took a few of those little memegen things, and hahaha. Ok. You'll see the first one and you'll know why I posted. And of course, they are ALL about OTH. Bad addiction. Bad habit show. It's really starting to suck a big one so why do I continue to torture myself? *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further adue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074765428" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What your life would be like if you were on One Tree Hill. by obsessive__love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="amber2403" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Favorite Color" value="blue" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Erika Marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Person you are cheating on your boyfriend with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Mouth McFadden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Keith &amp; Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Sports Radio Annoucing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Super Saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;"It's worth nothing if you can't knock down the shot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="obsessive__love"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074765428"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Erika Marsh - Best Friend. Eh. Would have rather had Brooke. HaHa. BOYFRIEND - FELIX. RIGHT! *eyeroll* My fellow friends that are aware of my obsessivness for this show know that I CANNOT stand Felix. I've never liked him. Always had a bad bad feeling about that good for nothing boy. Person Cheating on him with -- Mouth. Well, that's an improvement to say the least. But come on, where's my Jakey? Parents -- Oh GOD, shoot me know. Keith AND Jules. One or the other... or PREFERABLY NEITHER! Yuck! Hobby - Sports Announcing.. LMAO!! OMG, 'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this I agree with. Super saying - "It's worth nothing if you can't knock down the shot." Tyler is mah girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074623200" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Which guy from One Tree Hill, should you be with? by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~silent_pain"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;kay_less_than_3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="armored_username" value="Amber" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="age" value="20" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Lucas Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;day you meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;October 2, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="kay_less_than_3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074623200"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures I'd get the cheater/liar/DUMBASS! Again, where's my Jakey? Come on now. I don't want LUCAS or NATHAN. Just Jake! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074695021" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Which One Tree Hill Star will you date?(girls only) by &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Kim_142042"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Kimsters345&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Amber" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Lucky Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Lucky Number" value="24" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Favorite Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Coach Whitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your date is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.honeybat.com/pictures/paul/paul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;It will take place on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;July 18, 2036&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;He will spend this much money on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;$346,950,490&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;You relationship will end on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;March 15, 2044&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Between the first dat and last he said I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;588,381,939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="Kimsters345"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074695021"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!!!!! OMG. THIS IS JUST PERFECTION. I've always said I had a slight crush on Paul Johansson. Gotta love the evil mastermind of Dan the man. But HAHAHAHA. I freaking LOVE it!! Another coincedense. March 15. Dallas Texas. One Tree Hill Concert. I met BRYAN GREENBERG! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074641683" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Which One Tree Hill Guy Are You Destined For? by &lt;a href="http://roxy.pinkfusion.net"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;madegirl16&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Amber" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Age" value="20" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Favorite Color" value="blue" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Favorite Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Favorite Band" value="nsync" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Favorite Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;select name="Favorite Character"&gt;&lt;option&gt;Lucas&lt;option&gt;Peyton&lt;option&gt;Haley&lt;option&gt;Nathan&lt;option&gt;Brooke&lt;option&gt;Karen&lt;option selected="SELECTED"&gt;Jake&lt;option&gt;Keith&lt;option&gt;Dan&lt;option&gt;Deb&lt;option&gt;Whitey&lt;option&gt;Other&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;You Are Destined For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;You Two Will Meet On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;December 9, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;His first thought about you will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;I'm going to marry this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="madegirl16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074641683"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about DAMN TIME. That's what I thought. I will marry you, Jakey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074622231" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Which One Tree Hill character will you have sex with? by cherryxcutie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Amber" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Age" value="20" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Gender" value="female" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Peyton Sawyer (Hilarie Burton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Where it will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;In your uncles bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;When it will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;At a family party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="cherryxcutie"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074622231"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Which one will I have SEX with? PEYTON? LMAO!! OMG. I freaking LOVE these things. See that'd work out all well and good if I was a guy ... or let's say if I LIKED GIRLS! But Priceless. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is the end of my OTH madness. Have a good laugh? I really hope so. Not so much has been going on in my actual life lately. Went to New Braunfels this passed weekend. Didn't have as much fun as I would have liked but what can ya do? Other than that I'm in Roscoe. That sucks. And I got in to UNT, I'm pretty sure... Or I think? LoL. Guess I should find out for sure right? But I'm pretty sure I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that. Nada, or I don't want to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Love, chicos &amp; chicas!</content>
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    <title>life sucks.</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T09:44:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T09:44:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So i've basically come to the conclusion that no one freaking believes in me at all. Sure, i'm a little drunk, and I don't care about spelling things right, right now. I'm drunk. And yeah, this could have a little to do with the way I'm feeling, but probably not. Now, that I'm drunk, I'm just more supseptiable (spe?) to feeling it all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad pretty much thinks I'm a nothing, and that I will continued to be nothing. He compared me to to my cousin, who finished her bachelors in 2 years b/c she went to summer school. And because I haven't done that, he thinks I'm desitined to be a failure, which of course, doesn't give me too much hope for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish that my lump was cancerous. Isn't that sad? So at least then, my father would realize that I am someone, and that I am human. And that I shouldn't be taken forgranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then he'd see that my tickets were only tickets. That things could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad that when I got into a wreck going 90miles an hour with a fertilizer rig, he asked if I'd been drinking first. Not if I was okay. Or if my car was okay, that was his second worry. But if I'd been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that was my whole families concern. 90 MILES PER HOURS. And they asked if I'd been drinking. Not if I was okay. They didn't seem to care about that. Granted, my dad didn't know that I was going 90miles per hour, but a wreck is a wreck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.</content>
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    <title>BLAH!</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T07:39:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T07:39:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I HATE FUCKING DRAMA!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>no title ... just more stress ...</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T19:20:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T19:27:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Johnny Lang - Red Light ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As if my life wasn't hectic enough. On top of all the run-in's with the law I've had that a friend that is currently in Iraq even heard about. Hmm. And I thought it was just small town gossip that went far fast. Guess I was mistaken, right. A few days ago, I got a personal email from him, telling me that he's heard that I've gotten into some trouble. Yeah, I have, but I'm working it all out, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said, on top of that I've got more gut wrenching news. Late last night, as I was going to the bathroom like normal people do, I leaned over and suddenly the small area between my thigh and my ... girl spot (?) felt really sensitive. I looked down to see if I had gotten a bruse by some reason beyond me, and there was nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt the tender spot, and what do I feel? A lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in itself freaks me out. There was that Real World kid, who had cancer when he was 19, so you know it can happen to anyone. You don't really think it can, but I guess it can, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, cancer practically runs hand in hand with my family. My mother's mother (my grandmother) is currently dying of cancer. She had it in prostate, I think, first and then she did chemo, all that junk, and I think it went into remission. Then suddenly, it came back. It is also in her female area and the doctors can't do anything about it because of the position it's in so that leaves a good feeling in my stomach, I bet you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mother's fahter (my grandad) had it. I think it was in his colon? I'm not for sure on that one either, but luckily he's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my father's mother (my memaw) had breast cancer. She lived through it too, but you know, that's a lot of odds against you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things off, my mother had to get a benign tumor removed from her throat when I was in 3rd grade or so, and now, my sister, Ashley, has a lump in her breast that she won't go get checked out. Yeah, I know she's stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother as soon as I woke up to tell her about, and she just seemed to think it was a cyst, that it was no big deal. She told me just to wait a few days, and if it got bad, then I could set up a doctors appointment. If it doesn't get worse? Don't worry about it. That makes a girl feel really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is a good chance a cyst is all this is. I realize that I'm probably being overly dramatic, but my own mother didn't seem to be bothered at all while, on the other hand, I am terrified. With my families history, who wouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ryan Thompson pulled me into his room last night to talk about it. It was almost 3 when I found out about the lump, and if I would have just sat at home, I would have worried myself sick so I had to leave, get out, and do something. Well, DeAnna was there, who I called as soon as I found it. And then she called Becky, and I guess told Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he pulled me in and wanted me to tell him what happened. I had already known that he knew, not because DeAnna told me that she told him, but because that boy is easier to read than a freaking book. And I know DeAnna more than she'd like to admit. I know the way she thinks, and I know she'd tell him. He said he made her, and I believe that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he wanted me to tell him, but the words never once came out of my mouth. He told me about his families medical problems. About how his father was before his father got cancer, and how he turned his life around by having faith in God. I believe in God for the most part. I don't go to church because I don't believe you have to go to church to be spiritual and have faith. I don't believe that and I won't let a single person tells me otherwise. But on the other hand, I do not want to have God thrown in my face when I'm in a situation like this. It doesn't make me have faith, it makes me angry. And I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while he was talking to me about faith, I just nodded and half-way tuned in him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started talking about DeAnna and the night was focused on their soap-opera drama the rest of the night. I had to tell Thompson what he didn't really want to hear, and I had to tell DeAnna to pick a boy and only that boy or to be alone. My personal preference was that she not have anyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single, and I'm leaving in a few months. I realized the other night that unconsciously, when my friends started getting boyfriends, I drifted away from them. When Becky was dating Elliot and when DeAnna was dating Jeremy, my first year of college, I never saw them. I think I went out of them a total of a weeks worth during that semester. Then when Jeremy and DeAnna broke up, and Tori started dating Shiloh, I started hanging out with DeAnna again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to look at these couples where all they do is look at each other in that way, and kiss. I told DeAnna that the other night, and I asked her to cool it with Thompson just until I've left so that way I'll get to spend my last few months with my best friends. She said she'd try, but all last night, as I was playing worst case scenario in my head, Thompson was singing and staring at DeAnna like she was the only person in the room, and DeAnna would sometimes pay attention to him, and sometimes now. But when she did. She always had to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the second night in three days that I've cried myself to sleep. Plus, I've been on the verge of tears ever since I woke up. Stress is a killer, right?</content>
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    <title>an update</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T05:07:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T05:07:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the phantom of the opera - all i ask of you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So this is to all of you that are biting to the brim of your nails (is that even right?) waiting to hear about my, um, situation. LoL. I went to the Municipal Court today, and the lady I talked to was much nicer than the lady on the phone. Turns out, the lady on the phone didn't know what the hell she was talking about. So if I do Deferred Judification or something then it won't go on my record, and I WON'T get my lisence suspened. Granted, it's like 50 dollars extra, but for the unsuspended lisence, I'm willing to pay it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with that. I have a buttload of shit to do, but I've got like 2 months or so to do it all in so I'm not that worried. My mother asked about my money today. What am I supposed to tell her? That I'm pay off an MIP. HaHa. Nope. She already was bitching about the speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple day later, even though I'm still going to have to pay a shit load, things are looking better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can convince my parents, I'm sure to pay for my actual speeding ticket that they know about. They probably know they are going to have to anyway because I don't have a job or any income. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my little sister didn't splurge when she went to the mall today just so she could give me the rest, plus 25, plus like 50 in change. That's why God invented coinstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I didn't get stopped on my way home. GOOD JOB AMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm bored with typing. And nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ta ta.</content>
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    <title>wow, my stress meter is sky rocketing ...</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T21:51:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T21:59:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so breaking news. My MIP is 370 dollars, including court costs. I don't have 370 dollars, I have 260 dollars in my bank account. Plus, I have a speeding ticket to take care of too. Just PERFECT. And I still have to get my no insurance ticket dropped somehow. Oh yeah, and I need an inspection sticker, which is two months expired by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life could not be more shitty than it is right now. HaHa. I take that back. I'm probably going to lose my driver's lisence on Thursday, and then I have to drive 6 hours home with a expired inspection sticker mostly likely. Please pray that by some mircle of God I actually get home without being arrested first. Maybe if that happens, I'll believe that there actually is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad how quickly a person can lose faith when they are dealt a shitty hand. DeAnna said something about karma, but what did I do to deserve bad karma? They made fun of a homeless guy, they got out of an MIP. I just laughed, didn't say a word, and I got a speeding ticket AND an MIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cops are GRAND. Gotta love that justice system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a 175 dollar speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a 355 dollar 'no insurance' ticket.&lt;br /&gt;3. My inspection sticker is expired.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't get it renewed until I recieve a current form of insurance.&lt;br /&gt;5. My dad handles my insurance so he'd have to send it to me. Even then it'd take 3 or 4 days to get here.&lt;br /&gt;6. I might get kicked off of my dad's insurance and might have to start paying for it all myself. This is my 3rd speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't pay for my insurance myself.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't have a job.&lt;br /&gt;10. I just got a 370 dollar MIP.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm going to get my lisense suspended.&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm going to have to do community service. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm going to have to take a alcohol awareness course.&lt;br /&gt;14. I only have 260 dollars in my bank account. As you can see, without a job, that will not be enough to pay for it all.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm going to have to drive home (4 hours) Thursday without a license.&lt;br /&gt;16. If I get stopped, I go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;17. My dad doesn't and can't know about the MIP.&lt;br /&gt;18. And it all fell apart within 3 fucking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I'm granted to be able to pay my MIP in a payment plan and if I don't miss the payment deadline, I won't have to pay an extra 25 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;2. At least the hectic and complex stress will only make me that much stronger. HaHa. *ROLLEYES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times I can say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I LOVE MY FREAKING LIFE!</content>
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    <title>all i want is freedom, a world with no more light (i think)</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T19:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T01:24:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>all i ask of you - the phantom of the opera soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so the wonderful world of Amber gets INCREASINGLY better, just you wait. Wow, and I truly did think I had a boring life. In the time span of THREE days, me, with the best luck in the ENTIRE world, somehow manages to get a SPEEDING TICKET. (81 in a 70. Perfection.) And an MIP. Wow. I love it. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, since DeAnna, Becky, and I promised Kyle we'd go visit him, and even though I really didn't have the money to go, we did. Hit negative in my bank account, and no job. The list still keeps piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving in a few months and now I have this to take care of. WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told my dad about the MIP being that I just got it last night, and I don't think I'm going to. I really can't. Because I just got a speeding ticket, he'd make me go home FOR SURE, which would suck. Move back in with the parentals. Yes, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to be that long because frankly, I'm hungover right now. Go figure. *insert eye roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't drunk when I got the MIP. I was sitting out on Becky's balcony. They were smoking, and I was just chilling. DeAnna told me to put my drink down, and I didn't get it down before the cops showed up. The asked me what was in it, I told them. They asked my birthday, and it took everything inside of me to tell them the true. I turn 21 in just a few months, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE COPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, they had to call the firetruck earlier that day to get some boy out of a compromised sexual ... position I guess with a peice of wood. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has it's silver lining. Although isn't it sad, that that's mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Edit]&lt;/b&gt;Ok, so apparently, that wasn't enough. A speeding ticket, a no insurance ticket, and an MIP. To make the oh soooo wonderful week better, I'm not stuck without a mode of transportation. Please, could my life be anymore like Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got drunk last night, as you all may know, hence the MIP. Well, technically, that came before so whatever. DeAnna and I got a ride home from Rusty, and I called DeAnna today about our cars. She started calling around, and apparently, got Becky to come pick her up. But because things were so spur of the moment, she completely forgot to call me that lives just 2 houses down. Now, her parents are in town and Becky is going to meet her so that they can go swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm stuck here. I need to go to Walmart to get stuff. I'm hungry and I have no food in my house. I haven't eaten all damn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you catch the TINY hint of sarcasm in my words? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams!*&lt;b&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>my new best friend ...</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T04:25:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T04:25:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>again. none ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Isn't it weird how things can go from completely comfortable to crazy and hectic all in the blink of an eye? I had a long talk with my dad today, and he seems to think that moving to Dallas is probably best thing for me. My grandparents are really close, well as close as Weatherford, if ever I need anything. And it's ... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just really weird. I never expected to encounter a problem like this. I was scared to go off to college from high school, when I wasn't going to be alone, when I was going to have like 5 other graduates attending with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Now, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe some good can from this? Maybe it'll force me to break out of my shell. I usually don't openly meet new people. They have to be introduced to me through a friend, and even then, sometimes I'm not so welcome. Now, I'll have to step out on my own and do it. Could be a growing experience for me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I got the optimist thing down pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even told my room mates yet. Tori had an accident with her dog, and she spent all day at the vet. Apparently, he got out sometime, last night and either got into a fight or got shot. His hip, I forgot what side, is completely shattered, and the vet is going to have to put a metal plate in it to repair it. That's going to cost 2500 dollars. And she still owes me 150. But I can't ask her for it now, not after what happened to her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 12 is my 21st birthday, and I don't think I'll be around anyone I know to share it with. I'll probably come back down on the weekend. Either that, or DeAnna said she was going to kill me! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little worried about Dallas crime and being there on my own. But that will only make me stronger, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm going to do is take a few hours here a Blinn and transfer into Dallas this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle wants me to go to Baylor really bad, but I don't think that is even a possibility. So expensive. All private schools like that are. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, it's meant to be, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods to self*</content>
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    <title>it has to be monday ...</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T22:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T22:04:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So I had an advisory appointment today, and I was actually reall excited about it. Because since the last time I'd seen an advisor, I figured out what I wanted to major in. And it was today, that I was going to declare my major and start working toward that goal. I had an appointment set up for today, at 1 oclock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there, and I express to my advisor what it is that I want to major in: journalism. I've always loved to write, I do fairly well at it, and I'm always looking to improve on that skill. Plus, I was loving the idea of working up to working on magazines and things of that nature.. I suddenly had it all figured out so naturally, I was eager to get started on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Texas A&amp;M is doing away with their journalism department. My advisor didn't give me a specific reason as to why, but the class of 06 is the last class to have the opportunity to major in journalism at A&amp;M. I'm class of 07. My advisor said that I could major in Communications and get a certificate in journalism if I was wanting to just stay here, but a certificate doesn't even equal up to the same importance as a minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was out of the question. I finally know what I want to do, but suddenly, I'm unable to stay here to do it. He sent to my email a list of colleges I could transfer to after Blinn this summer, meaning I'd be starting at the chosen college this FALL. I had plans of moving in with Becky and DeAnna, but I don't think that is going to happen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta leave College Station in order to pursue the major I want. I can either go to Houston, which is 2 hours away from here and 6 or so hours away from my hometown. San Marcos (which, E, is right by New Braunfels :)), which is still 2 hours from here, just in a different direction. Dallas, which is 4 hours from here and 4 hours from home, or I could commute from CS to Sam Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much ruled the last one out. Huntsville, where Sam Houston is located is only a 30 minute drive from here, but with the gas prices being so outrageous, I couldn't afford to do that, especially on top of rent and bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really have no other choice. I HAVE to move away from here. I have to go to a place where no one else knows who the hell I am. I had my high school friends here. Now, I won't even have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little scary, and a little confusing. I don't understand how all of this could have happened in such a short span of time. But it did, and now I'm left with another choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I want to go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer? I have no fucking clue.</content>
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    <title>time is on my side ...</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T07:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T07:19:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Wonder where I got that from? Just watched 'Fallen' with Denzel Washington. E said to me at one time that it was a really good movie and a must rent. I FINALLY rented it. And my verdit? I LOVED it. Yes, she was right. It's a really good movie, with really good drama, action, and twists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely done on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another note. That (^) is not really why I came here to offer an update into my life. I went to a Frat party last night, didn't get particularly WASTED, but I was drunk enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the night, I went to DeAnna's bar and drank a few, not a lot, of Smirnoff Ice Green Apple drinks. Like 2, I think? Then when that bar closed, DeAnna went to Adam, Justin, and Ryan's, and I went home. Doug was in town, but I didn't go see him. And needless to say, they didn't stay at my home last night. Wonder if he knew that it was because of Andy? I felt bad about not going, but frat party or Doug's show with no Andy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, DeAnna went to Ryan, Adam, and Justin's, and I went home to wait for her to call me, when she was ready to go the frat party. As I understood it, she was going to go home to change first. So I started watching SNL. It wasn't that funny, I grew bored really quickly so instead of continuing to watch, I, too, went to Ryan, Adam, and Justin's. It wasn't that great of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we stayed there for like 30 more minutes and left for the frat party. DeAnna decided she didn't want to change. Becky, Me, DeAnna, Kris (Becky's B/F), and some of his guy friends all loaded up in two vehicles and we starte for the party. When we go there, we had to park a few blocks away b/c the parking was getting so crowded, and they were restricting it for people with parking passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, our next obstacle came. Without a second glace, Becky, DeAnna, and Myself, the only girls in the group got in swiftly. The boys on the other hand were another story. Because they were men, they weren't allowed in without a wrist band so they had to go. Becky left with them because Kris, of course, is her boyfriend, and DeAnna and I opted to stay since we had seperate vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt bad at first because she thought that Becky was mad at her for doing so. When we finally got a hold of Becky, she said she wasn't. So then DeAnna started drinking more. I had 1 shot, like 1 to 2 margrias, and a few beers. Like I said, I wasn't wasted, but I was drink enough to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Micah, and Zack were they. Zack was drunk and HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeAnna and I put her purses in some guys car which would later come back to bite us in the ass. He was a member of the frat, and we asked him for a place to put our purses. Eventually, he led us out to his BMW and said we could just put them in there. When we were getting ready to get them, DeAnna and I walked out to see that the car was now gone. I freaked. I think DeAnna was still a little too drunk to notice. I tracked down like a lot of frat boys and were like do you know anyone that owns a blue BMW, 4 doors. We narrowed it down to a guy named Alex, I think. When they tried calling him, his phone went directly to voicemail. I was panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as we were standing near the enterance gate, still trying to find the guy that had our purses, I spot him walking up. I flip out and ask him where the hell has he been. He and His friend explained that they had to give a drunk person a ride open and then lead us out to get our purses that were still in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a RELIEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we ended up giving a random boy a ride home? B/c he asked, I guess? LoL. Eric, I think his name was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove DeAnna's car back to get mine. She ended up calling Jeremy on the way home, and I remember being really pissed at her for doing that. I was drunk too. And I didn't think it was a good since that she was DRUNK DIALING her EX. I just thought the girl was never going to learn. I remember telling her not to talk to me tomorrow b/c I was so pissed. Yep, alcohol probably helped with my rage a little! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over all? The night was fun. I forgot how much I love Frat Parties! Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today, I got to ride in my dream car. A BMW Z3 Roadster. I actually want a Z4, but I'm not going to complain one bit! It waas sooo nice. Not at all like a regular convertable. You can't really feel that aweful wind in your face and it going numbr from her hair hitting it feeling. LoL. Yeah, it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's late and I have an appointment with the adviser tomorrow. Nite all! :)</content>
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    <title>just a small update.</title>
    <published>2005-04-24T21:20:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-24T21:20:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>michael bolton - how am i supposed to live without you?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nothing too big .. I just too this little quiz and thought it was interesting. Friends was a great TV show and I was bored so naturally I wondered. What Friends Character Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a shock to anyone? Out of the 6 friends, I am the most like Rachel. What I thought was funny though that I was 95% like Rachel. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1101074602rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;. Popular and stylish you're Rachel. You can be a little vain at times but your heart is in the right place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;95%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Chandler&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Joey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="55" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="55" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ross&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="45" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Monica&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=183"&gt;Which Friend are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>disappointing expectations ...</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T07:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T07:05:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been a while since this actually happened, but I haven't been up to writing in the LJ, and with everything that has happened since my last entry, this is what seems to stick in my head the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've admitted it to a few people, and I have no clue who all, if anyone, reads this, but I'll now admit it to everyone. I'm not ashamed. I'm just not proud of the circumstances. Anyway, I like Andy. If it hadn't been apparent before with all of the entries that I posted about him and Doug's band, and how much of a great guy he is. And how funny he is. But I do. I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong. I know he's married. I know he's 30 (biggest shocker of them all). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few weekend ago, Easter weekend in fact, DeAnna and I scheduled a trip up to visit our friend Frank, or at least that was my excuse. I was planning on taking a trip up to see Doug's band on the 25, and stay for Frank on the 26th. I wanted to see Doug mainly because I wanted to see Andy. I wanted to get drunk with him, and I wanted to do crazy, off the wall stuff like we do soo many times before. I wanted to let loose and have a good time. He's the only boy that can seem to actually make me do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always concerned with the consequences of my actions. I can never just do stuff risky on a whim. I'm scared that if I get drunk and go wild, a guy will think that it's all I am, and he'll think that he can get anything from me. And I'm scared that he'll sink to any level just to get anything from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm with Andy, I can spray people with fire extinguishers, and walk outside with cops and firetrucks surrounding the area without a second glance. Sure, I was scared when I saw that cop, but not to an overwhelmable extent, not like I would be if I was alone in this, not like I was when DeAnna and I ran from a cop a LONG ASS time ago. And when I met back up with Andy, I laughed about the closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough with that. I'm sure you get the picture that I went to New Braun. to see Andy. However, when DeAnna and I arrived there at RiverRoad Icehouse with Frank, I immediately noticed that it was unusually quiet. It was passed ten o'clock. Andy would have for sure been drunk by now, and I kept straining to hear him from across the bar. The bar wasn't that crowded yet so I really go worried when I didn't see him anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeAnna and I decide that we go sit down, so we go by ourselves. Instantly, I mention that I don't see or hear Andy anywhere. I think that maybe he couldn't make it, but the website did say it was FULL band. Then I begin to think that he and Jimmy might have gone to pick something up somewhere and would be back shortly, but they never came back. And DeAnna soon pointed out that drums weren't even set up. I was beyond confused. Andy had have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Bassist, who didn't even recognized me at first (I don't know why? Maybe it was the fact that I was wearing a Camo SKIRT and not just plain pants), came up to us and as soon as he was able to sit down, I instantly ask where Andy is. He hesitates for a moment before saying that Andy and Jimmy aren't with them anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops, I am almost positive. I can't believe what I've just been told. There was absolutely no way. When Andy joked about it after Robbie got fired, I assured him that there was no way. Doug always bragged about how awesome his guitarist was. He said Andy could play anything and everything, and that wasn't ever an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Steamboat, Andy played accoustic guitar while everyone sang a various of 80's songs and old television show theme songs. He knew every single cord to every single song, and I was just amazed by it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the day would come that he'd be fired, but alas, it has. And I'm heartbroken. I feel so bad for Andy. I know he took it hard when Robbie got fired, and I just wish I knew how he'd ended things with Doug. I just wish I knew he wanted to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaww .. Why does life suck? My homewreckerness is over now before it could even begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS!</content>
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    <title>vain much ...</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T02:37:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T02:37:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is my result for the same test E took ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#dfdfdf"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#df6060"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#bf3f3f"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#c0c0c0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#dfb260"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=amber2403"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/amber2403/"&gt;amber2403&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha .. i love myself .. is that how that goes? longer updating coming up next.</content>
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    <title>you're always 17 in your hometown ...</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T23:32:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-05T23:32:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wade bowen - mystery of a woman ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So techincially it wasn't my hometown, but does hometown friends count? Two guy from our high school drove the 6 hour drive to come up and hang out with us this weekend. It was soo much fun. I didn't start out the night with them. Instead, I helped the roomie sell merchandise for Aaron Holt. He opened up for Doug Moreland the night that we all sold merch for them at 3rd Floor, apparently. LoL. I didn't really remember him until this ONE song. I don't know it, and I can't think of it now for the life of me, but when I heard it, it immediately became clear to me who he was. He did A LOT of cover songs, though, which isn't necessarily the best thing to do, but he was still a good singer and stuff. And the band was really good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part of my night was pretty much uneventful. We just hung around the booth, and people would come up, ask stuff or buy it. LoL. Not too much more than that. However, there was this one time when the roomie went to get another beer. Two boys were walking down the steps, passed the designated area, and I was leaning on the table with the merch. One boy, so obviously drunk, and starts making coversation with me. He asks what I'm selling, and I'm like 'merchandise?'. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to specify and proceded to tell me, "Now if you tell me that you're the merchendise, then I'd say I was definately in the market." Okay, WTF? LAME! His brother or friend or someone was so obviously sober, or more so than the other one at least, and it was breath of fress air to see him step in when the dude was going way overboard. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to sell him a CD, which are normally 15 but we lowered to 10 that night, for 5 dollars. I wouldn't budge. He made up a story that him and Aaron are buddies and that Aaron said it was okay. I told him to get Aaron down there and let him tell me to my face. Other than that, it's 10 dollars. He wouldn't give up, but I'm starting to think that it was just an excuse to stick around. He went on about supply and demand and stated that he was so obviously pointing out PHYSICS. Try Economics, bud. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of it all, he ended up placing a 5 dollar bill in my hand and walking away. So Aaron got 5 bucks and wasn't out any merchendise. Yippie! And Yes, we gave the money to him. HaHa. I wanted to pocket it, but I thought that maybe I shouldn't. Though it could have helped out later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the merchendise thing, I went with Tori to the Chicken so she could meet some friends that were in town as well. Then I got a call from DeAnna telling me that they were all up at Bourbon St. Bar. I was Tori's ride, but I told her I was leaving to see my friends that I haven't seen basically since graduation. That was 2 years ago. She found another ride, and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, most of there were already drunk. Okay, that's a like. ALL of them were already drunk. So I had some catching up to do. Ryan gave me the rest of his beer, and bought 2 shots, one tequilia/one jeager, for me and DeAnna. I've got pics of us taking them. Pure Greatness. And then he bought me another beer. I LOVE free drinks! So let's see all I had eaten that day was a lean pocket, I believe, so buy then (yes, I know, not a lot of alcohol)I was pretty wasted. It was GREAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to someone elses house. We drove down buy a lake, I guess, and just chilled on tailgates. It was quite like old times. DeAnna and Jeremy were fighting because Jeremy was pissed that Ryan, his friend, wanted DeAnna. Apparently, to him, it was all DeAnna's fault because she was a 'whore', as he liked to put it. WHATEVER. Well, I was drunk and when it comes to my friends, I'm gonna stand up for them. So needless to say, I got in Jeremy's face and told him to back off. It wasn't DeAnna's fault a BOY LIKES HER! She's a pretty girl, she's gonna get that, whether it be his friends or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me it was none of my buisness, blah blah blah. But when my friend is standing off, crying her eyes out because a boy made her feel like trash. Yeah, it'll become my business REALLY quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after all of that settled down as much as it was going to, we then discover that DeAnna has lost her phone. So me, DeAnna, and a girl I had just met that night, Laurie, I think, got into her truck and drove down the path while Larry and K.C., our friends from out of town, walked it with a flashlight. They got a head start so by the time we got to them, they had already found it laying on the ground. Jeremy, being a drunk dumbass, decided to ride on the hood of the truck so we were delayed with trying to make him fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, in th midst of all of this, Jeremy's ride leaves him because he's too busy fucking with DeAnna. Go figure. So he doesn't want to ride with me because I pissed him off, and quite frankly, I don't want him to ride in my car. So he's like, 'I'll just walk back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk from College Station to his house is long enough, let alone the walk from the other side of CS out in the boondocks somewhere. Yeah, right. So DeAnna, Larry, K.C., and I get in my car, and we leave. I'm driving down the road. I told DeAnna I wasn't going to stop for Jeremy ... And I didn't! Lmao. He was off to side and I just passed right by him. Not too long after that, he calld DeAnna telling her that it was 'Fucked up that she didn't stop for him'. I WAS DRIVING THE CAR! It was my choice not to stop, not hers. But DeAnna kept saying that she felt bad so I turned back around to go get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, he wasn't there, he was hiding in the house somewhere. And DeAnna and K.C. went to go find him. They were taking forever, and I wasn't in the mood to wait so I back the car up, and have it facing the road, getting ready to leave again. Then here come, DeAnna, K.C., and Jeremy. Jeremy stops a few feet away and says that he doesn't want to ride with us. So I'm like fine, I got a ride home, it's you who doesn't. So I start leaving again, but I don't actually pull out of the driveway. DeAnna is still trying to get him in the car. So I get irritated, and I get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Jeremy that if he's come, he needs to get into the car now. I'm offering him a ride now, but as soon as I get to my car, I'm leaving and I won't be coming. If anyone expects a ride they better be seated in my car before I get there. And Jeremy looks at me and just like, 'Okay, let's go.' Lmao. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dropped him off at his house, and he's still yelling at DeAnna about stupid shit. But he gets out eventually. By this time, I had taken DeAnna to Bourbon to get her car that we left with after we left the bar. She is soooo drunk that she backs up and ALMOST hits my car. I flipped out! And then I back up, scared she's gonna do it again, and I ALMOST hit a car. It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got out. We got home. And we passed out at like 5 in the morning! Lmao. Craziness, I tell ya. Despite the High School BS, it was overall, a fun night. Tonight is a party at Jeremy and Travis'. A LOT of ppl will be there, I think. More fun! YaY!</content>
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    <title>so true ...</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T08:04:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T08:29:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok .. 3rd update in a night, though, technically, it's the next day. Look at the time, everybody! But man, I just couldn't help it. I didn't plan on posting this at all, but it's sooo true, and it might give people an insight to me. I don't know. Sounds weird, but I was blown away by it.&lt;br /&gt;Becky, DeAnna, and Anyone who really knows me will probably agree with this. I'm so distant and almost seemingly cold-hearted to people, such as my family. I never want to hug them, and crap like that. It's just weird for me. But my friends I cherish! Lmao. I didn't expect this thing to be that dead on. Whoa. F R E A K Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904866_sktopcold2.jpg" border="0" alt="http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/cold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;In your eyes, people see shards of ice&lt;br&gt;everywhere... You are cold and distant, pushing&lt;br&gt;away people that love you and truely care for&lt;br&gt;you! You want to be able to reach out and love&lt;br&gt;them but... You can't for some reason... You're&lt;br&gt;just too.... You :P Underneath that cold&lt;br&gt;exterior lies a warm, happy soul that wants to&lt;br&gt;let loose and have fun! Your sanctuary would&lt;br&gt;probably be anywhere up high where you can look&lt;br&gt;down on life below you, like the roof of an&lt;br&gt;apartment building... Your eyes resemble a&lt;br&gt;saddened, crestfallen person seeking out&lt;br&gt;attention, but doesn't know how to handle it.&lt;br&gt;However, you do find comfort from your friends,&lt;br&gt;they're always there for you, and they know the&lt;br&gt;REAL you :) Even though you do seem rather&lt;br&gt;cold, you can be very protective over something&lt;br&gt;you truely believe in or love. Let go of that&lt;br&gt;"tough" rep and just be you! It's&lt;br&gt;impossible to live life without some fun and&lt;br&gt;love ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes%3F%20(With%20Pics%2C%20See%20All%20Results!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes? (With Pics, See All Results!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;This was fun too .. Generally because it's about OTH. Didn't get the results I wanted because personally, I'm more a 'Brooke'. Lmao. But you know what, I get to cheat on my STUIPD ASS HUSBAND with a HOTT rocker, so I'm down! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/treehill/1072499701_tophaley02.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8cbcda8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations you are most like Haley James! You&lt;br&gt;are an intelligent person. You kick ass&lt;br&gt;mentally and physically! You like to talk a&lt;br&gt;lot, babble, and all that jazz. You are very&lt;br&gt;positive and believes that that "if&lt;br&gt;there's a&lt;br /&gt;will... there's a way." You also have a good&lt;br&gt;sense of what is a friendship and rarely&lt;br&gt;encounters unnecessary drama in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/treehill/quizzes/Which%20One%20Tree%20Hill%20Character%20are%20You%20Most%20Like%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which One Tree Hill Character are You Most Like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&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>amber2403 @ 2005-03-01T21:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T03:55:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T03:55:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none - gg and oth if five ... exciting!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">2 updates in one day! Wow. But these are just kind quick ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 'What Napoleon Dynamite Character Are You' quiz, and lo and behold, I'm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1104857293_onDSummer0.gif" border="0" alt="Summer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Summer Wheatley and you hate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really is that a shock to ANYONE? At least I'm not the token black guy!!! HaHa.</content>
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    <title>amber2403 @ 2005-03-01T18:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T00:34:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T00:34:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none - friends ... yay.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Survey... WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question1" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type1" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question2" value="Name%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type2" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 12, 1984&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question3" value="Birthday%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type3" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ft. Worth, Texas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question4" value="Birthplace%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type4" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;College Station, Texas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question5" value="Current+Location%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type5" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question6" value="Eye+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type6" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question7" value="Hair+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type7" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'4ish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question8" value="Height%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type8" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question9" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type9" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;American? HaHa. I don't know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question10" value="Your+Heritage%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type10" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um, tennis shoes when I went to get food!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question11" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type11" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cute Boys! HaHa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question12" value="Your+Weakness%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type12" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too many to name.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question13" value="Your+Fears%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type13" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEESE! Yum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question14" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type14" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get a job. Lmao. Seriously!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question15" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type15" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LoL... OH SNAP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question16" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type16" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cry Me A River, since it was what I woke up to (My Cell Phone Ringtone)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question17" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type17" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyes, probably.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question18" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type18" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:00 a.m. I'm a night owl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question19" value="Your+Bedtime%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type19" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When me and the roomie would go all across Texas on a whim and have the best time ever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question20" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type20" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pesi, I guess. But I drink Diet Dr. Pepper.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question21" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type21" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burger King. MacDonalds has bad fries!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question22" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type22" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group. HaHa. I think I have a fear of intimacy! LMAO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question23" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type23" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used Lipton's packets. I don't drink that instant or premade stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question24" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type24" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHOCOLATE, what do you THINK?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question25" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type25" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neither. Ew.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question26" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type26" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ha. NO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question27" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type27" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probably a little too much!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question28" value="Do+you+Swear%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type28" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, all the damn time! I ain't ashamed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question29" value="Do+you+Sing%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type29" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LoL. There are those days where ya just don't wanna get out of bed, but I try to!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question30" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type30" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't think so? LoL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question31" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type31" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, I KIND OF am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question32" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type32" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, but I don't know if that'll ever happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question33" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type33" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In certain areas, sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question34" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type34" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question35" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type35" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question36" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type36" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ha. NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question37" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type37" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When they aren't bugging me! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question38" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type38" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not when they cause the lights to go out, and you're are all alone in the house, and you live in the country. SCARY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question39" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type39" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used to, in high school. Flute.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question40" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type40" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HaHa. Hell Yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question41" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type41" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, I don't smoke. Grossest thing ANYONE could EVER do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question42" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type42" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, don't do that either. What's the point? NOT cool.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question43" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type43" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, never been on a date ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question44" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type44" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES! I have surprisingly. But I didn't spend any money. Probably a good thing, though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question45" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type45" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question46" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type46" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, never eatin sushi. I don't like fish, and there is just something about it being raw that irks me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question47" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type47" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been on a stage (I'm counting this month as in Feburary). Helped my buddies take down some equipment from their show.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question48" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type48" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. I don't put myself in that situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question49" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type49" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. I think I've only ever done that ONCE in my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question50" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type50" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. I would think I'd remember if I had so No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question51" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type51" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lmao. What do you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question52" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type52" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. But I'm not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question53" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type53" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, I don't think so. I've only ever fought with my sisters and I could always kick their ass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question54" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type54" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like a pack of gum probably when I was young.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question55" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type55" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not anytime soon. What kinda question is that?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question56" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type56" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I grow up? I am, and I still have NO IDEA! Journalist maybe? For some fashion mag! haha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question57" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type57" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Europe. More specifically, France! I wanna see Paris!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question58" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type58" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question59" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.."&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type59" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question60" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type60" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question61" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type61" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neither. In between. Shaggy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question62" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type62" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'10 - 6'1 I guess. Most of the guys I fall for are tall, like JT (6'1). Lmao.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question63" value="Height%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type63" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lean. Don't really know how that goes in terms of weight. I'm not a guy. But I'd take a Paul Walker over Vin Deisel ANY DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question64" value="Weight%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type64" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abercrombie. HaHa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question65" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type65" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is this about the boy? I'd like for him to be, for the most part, drug free too. For Me? Only one and only once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question66" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type66" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too many to count, sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question68" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type68" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3? 2 in the ear. 1 naval piercing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question69" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type69" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0. Not a big fan of needles and pain! HaHa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question70" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type70" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Most definately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question71" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type71" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>hungover again ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-26T21:29:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-26T21:29:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none - watching 'Carrie'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Should it be alarming that the passed three REAL journal entries, I've always been hungover? Yeah, no, Amber doesn't have a drinking PROBLEM! The only way I can think of justify it is that, I don't update that often? LoL. So at least the gap between my drunken stupidness says something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Got drunk again last night. HaHa. Didn't expect to. But DeAnna and I went out ... I hadn't even planned on it. We went to Scooter's (?) first, where her roomie and some other people that I knew were there. I drank two beers there, and then it was off to Bourbon Street to see some other people we were supposed to me ... Lmao ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Got free drinks there all night, and I LOVE free drinks! I think I had 2 cherry vodka sours and a shot. Not a very good shot might I had ... What it tasted like it had milk in it, YUCK, and maybe Kahlua? I don't know for sure .. Buttery Nipple, whatever that entails, but it wasn't all that bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I got drunk .... After the club, we went to somem other guys house .. Moved the party .. There I had a shot of Tequila, and I was done. Lmao. I couldn't even remember the words to a JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE song that I know by heart ... WEIRD. Lmao. And I couldn't remember the words to Wade Bowen's 'Who I Am', and if ya know me, ya know that is my by far most favorite song that Wade Bowen could EVER do! I'm freaking in love with that song, but I got the first line. Lmao. That was where I drew a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love to watch the sun set as it fades behind the tree.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is as far as I got ... I'm sad, I know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now? I feel like ASS! I woke up, and I didn't take my makeup off last night. HaHa. I looked like DEATH! Now, I'm probably pale and nasty looking ... And I look like Death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk is fun. Sucks that there has to be a hangover that follows though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. Got the layout fixed up a little better. I think I might have to redo it thought to fit ALL settings. Someone told me that making the layout 800x600 could help with that ... It'll work the best for all comps. but I don't know if that is true or not ... I'm a little confused about it, but I might try that out later ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, wish me a speedy recover from this God Awful HANGOVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh.</content>
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    <title>that didn't last long ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T06:21:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-24T06:21:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none - conan...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So the Notebook was a little hardcore, and I'm too conservative to be sporting something like that .. LoL. Made me blush everytime I looked at it ... This is a little better, I think. I like the colors and it's of Steamboat .... YaY! So much Funny ... The bassist? Bottom, right I guess... HaHa .. Isn't he so cute?</content>
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    <title>new layout ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T19:28:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T19:28:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>watching passions ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah, it's kind of risque. I know. A little hardcore, but this is in honor of the Notebook and Take Me Back, my two favorites right now. And I don't know. I felt BOLD! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that scene. It was sweet and romantic ... And not to mention that Ryan Gosling is gorgeous beyond belief .... Don't know how long this will stay up, but *shrug*, it's not THAT bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaHaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I trying to kid?</content>
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    <title>have you ever partied like a rockstar?</title>
    <published>2005-02-20T22:19:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-20T22:35:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Omg, the weekend. Let me just start with that. It was wild, crazy, hectic! The list can just keep going and going and going. I'm starting to feel the effects of a hangover coming on that I didn't have this morning. Could this mean that I'm just now sobering up?! Lmao. Guess it's not great to drive 4 hours and still be drunk. *shrug* Confused? LoL. Yeah, it can get that way. Sit back and relax for a long entry about such craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started Friday night, as I have previously mentioned in the last entry. Tori and I told Doug that we'd go sell merchandise for him in Fort Worth, Texas. I think that is about 4 hours away from College Station? Something like that. I didn't actually expect for us to go until Tori called my phone while I was in town, and asked if I still wanted to go. I definately did! We hadn't talked to Doug all day. Tori got his number from him Friday, but when she entered it in, she was way too drunk and entered an extra digit. Being that we didn't know his number, LoL, we couldn't figure out which one was the EXTRA digit. So we called Andy instead and left him a message. Fucker never called us back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tori and I get ready. We load up the 'stang and head off to the barn to feed her horse before going. We are still unsure about if we are needed, but to live life spontaneously is the only way  to do it! When we were driving through Hearne, I called our friend Frank and left him a message, telling him that we needed Doug's number to call him about that night. He gave it to us, we called Doug and he answered! LoL. Yesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still needs us, but as it turns out, the bar is 21+. I'm only 20. But Doug said he'd sneak me in through the merchandise door! Lmao. Doug asked where we were. Tori replied that we were halfway. COMPLETE lie. We were just in Hearne, which was about 20 miles away from Bryan/College Station. LoL. But whateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive there was LONG and BORING. I was dead tire from my total of 4 hours of sleep from the night before, and I almost feel asleep while driving. Lmao. Tori did fall asleep which only seemed to make it that much easier for me. I had no one to talk to. But other than that, listened to music and drove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Dallas, we found everything pretty easy. Tori was hungry so we went to Chick Fila or however you spell it. We went inside because the drive through was hella long. Probably not the best idea. I'm wearing my pointie shoed boots and I totally bust ass trying to step up onto the sidewalk! Lmao. EVERYONE saw me. I didn't care really because like I would ever see those people again, but I scratched my phone! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we found the bar, which was located right by the La Quinta, where they were staying. Tori called Doug so he could get me in, but as it turns out, they were back at the hotel. So we load back up, and drive over there. When we get into the room, the entire band is there, and they are practicing and working out kinks for that night's show. They sounded really good, and as we walked down the hallway on the 4th floor, where their rooms were located, you could hear the music clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat with them while they practiced and when they finished we all walked together back to the bar. It was close enough so we didn't have to worry about a car. Like Doug planned out, he sneaks me in through the merchandise door. However, a crew guy sees us anyway, and asks for our ID's. I'm helping Tori set up the merch. when he approaches us and asks to see our ID's. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull mine out and hand it to him, he looked at it, then at me, and back at the lisence. Remember it's 21 and up so I shouldn't be there, but luckily, he's nice and just marks me. I'm guessing it was because I was with the band! LoL. THANK YOU DOUG MORELAND AND CO! Flippin' awesome. I didn't drink, however, until the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Dead Wringers'(?) open up for Doug and when they get off stage, one of the boys (they are like 17 and 18) walks up to me because I had met him the weekened before 'officially'. I didn't remember then, but he says he remembers seeing me in New Braunsfels a lot, which is probably true. I used to go down there like ever other weekend. But I talk to him for a little bit, and then they leave because they don't have money for a hotel room, and are staying in Dallas, or something like that. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug comes onto the stage, and he and his band are setting up and tuning. Just when he's about to start the show ALL of the lights and electricity go out. Total darkness. Apparently that is a regular thing because without missing a beat, the crew starts bringing out tons of candles that they had stashed in the back somewhere. As it turns out, sometimes the electricity will go out in that part of Fort Worth. So I guess it's pretty regular thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Doug plays a great show, tells the audience that Tori and I are lesbians! (Lmao. NOT True!) And wraps for the night. He did really good. For working, Tori and I got a free shirt! NICE. So we load up the merchandise and they are backing up their equipement while the crew is cleaning up around the bar. However, it seems that no one realizes that the bar is closing because NO ONE leaves. The crew tells them over and over again to leave, but they don't listen. And then all of a sudden, one just goes off. He screams and shouts and basically throws a tantrum. Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, everybody leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loading all of the equipment, we are all sitting around the bar. The doors are shut and the bar is closed down, and the bartender starts asking who wants a shot. Doug volunteers me and Tori! Lmao. But everyone had one. Jaeger and Redbull. Not my favorite. Then they gave me a mixture of Guiness beer and Kilian or something like that. Both darker imported beers, I think. GROSS! Guiness is nasty, not to mention soo fattening. But it's alcohol so I drink it anyway. And it got the job done quickly. I had only eaten a sandwich all day, so after the first shot, I was feeling it! Lmao. Needless to say, I got DRUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori and Doug finished their beers and left, taking the van with them. Andy (the guitarist), Jimmy (the drummer), and myself stay. We still have drinks and we decide that we want to walk anyway. So we just sit there, shooting the shit and drinking. When Andy finishes his beer, he leaves too. And the bar people nicely tell us to finish up so they can start closing down. I down my beer and we are off to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get there, Jimmy invites me back into his room (weird!), but I decline. Lmao. I can hear Doug, Tori, and Andy in the room adjacent to it so I wanna go in there. I knock and the usher me in! Lmao, but lock out Jimmy, I think. *shrug*. Next thing I know, Tori is pulling me to the windows, and she's like, "Amber, look out the window!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do and instantly I erupt into laughter. Down in the parking lot of the La Quinta hotel, there was Andy's shoe, Doug's hat, a phonebook, and the plastic face cover to the fire alarm. Apparently, Doug drunk ass wanted to be funny, and threw Andy's shoe out of the window. To get back at him, Andy threw out Doug's hat. Then, I guess it being as hilarious as it was, they looked around for other shit to through out and found a phonebook, then a face plate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Andy and I decide that we need to go pick up the stuff. So we exit the room to go get it all. We're going toward the stairs, but we had just exited our room when Andy spots a fire extinguisher across the hall. He's playing with it for a little bit and then suggested that he shoot Doug with it. LMAO! OMG. I told him not to do it. I said, "Don't do it, Andy. Don't do it." But .... He does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the extinguisher from it's case, knocks back on the room door after pulling out the pin and getting it all ready. Tori is standing next to the open window so when Doug opens the door, Andy just points and shoots! White smoke goes EVERYWHERE. And this was close rang action I'm talking about too. They were basically standing toe to toe. Doug falls back and lands face down on his stomach. I'm laughing. Tori's laughing. Andy is laughing. We go examine Doug and he's not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andy, I think you killed him." I then say. Can I just say that I freaking LOVE Andy so much! Lmao. Such a funny FUNNY guy when he's shit faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't. He's just playing." Andy lifts Dougs arm and lets it go. Doug's arm falls limp to the ground. "Oh, shit. Maybe he's not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh some more when we hear Doug groan, and somehow, again, Andy and I are on a mission to go get the crap that is still laying in the street outside. When we shut the door, Tori told me later that Doug gets to knees and looks at Tori. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tori, look!" He says, and she looks at him. All of a suddeny, Doug slaps his hand to his chest really hard, and all you can see is fire extiinguisher powder coming off of him. I bet that was FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Andy and I are making our way down the steps. There are pipes and vaulves positioned close to the ceiling, and Andy's tall so he can easily reach. He turns one on. You can hear something flowing, and he turns it off. I laugh. Each floor has them, so I don't know what the hell he was controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the last one, a loud alarm erupted throughout the entire hotel. Andy and I look at each other with matching, 'holy shit' expressions and take off outside. I climb into a truck where Doug's hat landed. Andy grabbed his shoe. And we placed the faceplate and phonebook in the back of someone else's truck because by then people are evacuating the building. It's going on 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, and people are coming out in their PJ's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy tells me to get into his car. We're gonna drive around so it doesn't look suspicious. I was told that Tori looked out the window just as we were getting in the car. She tells Doug that we're fleeing. And he goes to look! Lmao. We didn't actually 'flee', we just drove around the La Quinta. Andy, then, as we are sitting in his car decides to play matchmaker AGAIN, and tells me that he thinks that Jimmy likes me now. (Forgot to mention that 'Eric' went home with A GIRL that night. He didn't stay at the hotel with us! So glad about that. LoL)We drove around and parked again. Andy got out to get something (don't know what) and I was getting out too, but he told me to stay in and that we'd talk (? LoL.) I so cannot remember what we talked about! Lmao. But we were interrupted when we spotted more people in their PJ's, standing out side. I'm doing all I can to keep myself from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go up to one lady in particular. Andy plays dumb, and asks what's going on. She tells him that the fire alarms just started going off in every room. And when you look to the hotel, you can see emergency lights flashing in all of the rooms. I'm basically laughing by now, but I turn away and try to muffle it as best as I could. Andy then asks how it happened. The lady says it was probably some kids that pulled the lever. HaHa. If she only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Andy and I leave and we go back into the hotel room, where we find that our room is filled still with extinguisher haze and smoke. Tori points to a dismembered fire alarm, and then proceeds to tell us that she threw the battery out the window to shut it up, but that didn't stop it. They even took it off the wall! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide that it's probably not the best to remain at the scene of the crime so we move over to the other room, where Jimmy is sleeping. (but not really. LoL.) We get the alcohol and switch rooms. They turn off all of the lights so that they'll think we're all asleep. And we all go to the window. Andy and Doug see a firetruck drive by, but I never saw it. I was pretty sure that we were all going to be sharing a jail cell that night. LoL. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide that we still need to go get the stuff so I volunteer to do that. I leave the room and go downstairs. I exit the building and just as one of the side doors close behind me, I realize that I don't have a key to get back in. And as irony have it, I was locked out of the hotel and I was PLASTERED in public when a cop creeps by. Let's not forget one more fact: I'M A MINOR! I was so scared that he was going to try to talk to me, but he just drove passed me. I went to my car, though, I didn't have keys and pretending like I was going to get something. I waited for him to disappear from sight and I ran back around to the lobby and pressed the call button so someone would let me in. Didn't bother with the stuff! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back and tell them all about the cop. They are a little scared about the idea, and Tori says that if she has too, she'll strip down and answer the door naked! Lmao. She says I have to do it too, but I said no. Then I said I'd take one for the team if the cop appeared by us! Lmao. And Doug told us that if we did that he promised he wouldn't even look .. BULLSHIT! Who the hell does he think he's fooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, the night winded down. Somehow, I ended up in Andy and Doug's room, where as Tori passed out in the open bed where we were both supposed to SLEEP. Andy went and got my bag for me so I could change into some PJ's of my own. LoL. And Doug was already passed out as he put the fire alarm back together. He got the stuff we left behind when he went to get my bag. Don't know what time it was when we finally settled down. Andy called his wife really late, but she was obviously just happy to talk to him! LoL. I think I would have been pissed. HaHa. And after that, we both passed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were awoken when Tori banged on the door and said that we should go. I packed up my things said good-bye to everybody! And we drove the four hour trip back to College Station. I'm DEAD tired. I think I'll take a short nap. Peace out. And leave me a message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy, winking: "Thanks for the good time last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, smiling: "Anytime!" Lmao.</content>
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    <title>just like old times ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T19:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T19:36:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none - silence ..</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night Doug Moreland and Co. came into to College Station. Being that I have NO job or homework to otherwise keep me occupied, I decided to go. I hadn't been to a concert in like a month, and it had been even longer since I'd last seen Doug. Never seen him with the new band though. They were pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori and I offered to help sell Merchandise because they man that they scheduled wasn't showing up for some reason or another. Something about he got a better job so he took that without so much as a call to Doug to tell him otherwise. It was fun getting drunk on free beer and flirting with the boys to make them buy stuff. I think we did really good. DeAnna joined us shortly into the concert, and by the end of the night, it was just me and her. Tori was otherwise occupied by a COMPLETE retard! Ex-b/f of hers, not the recent one. Total jackass, and he has a girlfriend. I think he ended up staying over last night, in Tori's room. And did I mention he has a girlfriends. This is bitchy but my roomie really showed her class with that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the dude is like BUTT ASS ugly. If you're gonna be a homewrecker, do it the right way, and get a hott ass guy to carry on your arm. And he was a cowboy. YUCK! She likes that, but the tight wrangler jeans? Gross. 3rd, he was ANNOYING as hell! But then again, so was she. DRUNK PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up at the R. Inn bar with DeAnna and drank a few before Becky, Kris, and I left DeAnna to finish bartending while we went to the concert. HaHa. We're so mean, but I didn't want to miss Doug play. When we got there, we found a couple of seats and then I spotted Tori talking to Doug so I went to say 'hello' to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we seated ourselves behind the merch. table and began to bring people in. We were the most crowded when Doug decided to mention into the mic that we'd trade shirts with the boys. HaHa. And I told this one guy that if he bought something now, he'd have to wait until the end of the show to see if any shirts are coming off. He bought something, but needless to say, no shirts came off! hahahahaha. I'm so evil. But hey, it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the concert we helped Doug and the band load and take down all of their stuff. Then it was off to our house we go, with everyone tagging behind. They were all staying out our, like usual. Good thing we got the extra couch space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the new bassist rode with me. He was weird to say the least. We talked the entire way back to myself, and when I was watching Andy and Doug play 'Washers' outside of the house, while all of the others were inside, Andy proceeds to tell me that he things 'Eric' likes me. I give him a weird look, and I ask her 'Eric' is! Lmao. Turns out that it's the bassist. YaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cute. Not my type of guy. He's a muscian. And he's probably way too old for me anyway! Lmao. Enough reasons for you? But later, we all settled down to watch Napoleon Dynamite because Andy hadn't seen it yet.I sit at the edge of the couch, next to DeAnna, who is sitting on a chair beside the couch. And guess who comes to sit right beside me? You've probably guessed it. 'Eric'. There is a WHOLE couch space, but he choose to sit RIGHT beside me. A little weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that's not bad enough, he gets a blanket, covers us BOTH up with it, and proceeds to try to rub my leg underneath the covers. Can I just say this again? GROSS! I would move my leg away from him, but once we quiet and I guess I'd moved it back, he would do it again! And then to make things EVEN worse, he tried to hold my HAND! Wtf? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up to do something and I set my hands on my lap. When he sat back down, he covered us both back up, but I didn't move my hands. So wish I had because the next thing I know, I feel his hand trying to take mine. I move my hand away, but he persists. So I completely pull my hands out from the covers and rest my hand in them! Lmao. As if that wasn't obvious enough. I HOPE he got the pictures. That's so gross. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound extra shallow and extra bitchy, but the dude freaked me out. I can't help that. I'm sure that there are you that when you're around them, they just give you this bad vibe. You don't know what it is or why, but you can't help but feel unnerved by them. I get this feeling with the new drummer too. I think that was mostly in part because when we were in Steamboat, and before I knew that it was Moreland's new drummer, the guy just wouldn't stop staring at me and my friends. He didn't know who we were, and yet, everytime I caught his gaze, it was on us. Just a little freaky. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. I went to sleep at 5:20 this morning, woke back up at 9:30, rested my eyes until 10:30, and haven't gone back to sleep yet. I got up. Talked to Doug, Andy, and the others before the left for Dallas or Fort Worth. One of the two. They invited me to go, mainly because Tori and I said we'd sell merch for them tonight too. *shrug* Don't know if that will actually happen. I think you have to be 21 or older to get in, but Andy said that maybe they could work something out and get one person in. LoL. Guessing that was me? HaHa. Since Tori is 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to wait until she gets home from work to talk to her about going. I wanna go, but I know the girl. She'll say she's dead tired, and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then. Adios!</content>
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    <title>i stole this from jill ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T23:13:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T23:13:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>oth - mouth and brooke brick scene *tear*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">even if I don't speak to you often,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must post a memory of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so long as it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you....</content>
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    <title>i think i might throw up ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T01:27:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T01:27:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none - fear factor ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's a Monday night, and I'm sitting at home with only 3 channels. Fox, NBC, and ABC. Nothing on Fox. Nothing on ABC, so I decide to watch Fear Factor. Bad idea. I feel a little nauseated right now, and two more couples still have to go through the nasty, disgusting obstacle. It's a couple fear factor. The girls lay and get locked into a tunnel or hole rather that was dug into the ground. A bamboo like set of bars go over the top of her, caging her in. Lets not forget that she is in there with like THREE BUCKETS of bullfrogs. Okay, gross. I've been freaked by frogs since I was little. I couldn't do it! Sorry, but 50 grand? Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, Johnny? Joe. I can't remember his name says go, the  boys have to go across this nasty, dirty lake and go to a one of two boxes. The first holds hundreds and hundreds of black, king scorpions, which are another thing that I'm deathly afraid of. Have been since a little girl. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a key, and when they pick it up, they have to run back across the lake and unlock one of the locks that keeps the girl captive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, he has to cross that lake, and this time, he goes to the second box, consisting of hundreds and hundreds of RATS! He can't use his hands. He has to use his mouth to get out this key, and when he gets it again. He has to run across the lake and unclock that last lock, pulling the girl out of the frogs. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't over yet. Then they have to go to a table set up near by and drink blended up bullfrog. A tall glass full. BOTH OF THEM! It'd disgusting, and I seriously almost puked.... Yuck!</content>
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    <title>pre superbowl party ...</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T09:29:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T09:29:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>noah bastian - crying all the time (?) / 2gether ...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Did I ever make it clear that I wasn't going to watch the superbowl? That I really didn't give a rats ass about it? Well, I didn't. It is the truth that Friday, as in this Friday, I still had no clue who was even playin the the derned old thing! The superbowl is just one big ol bore to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't about how I didn't watch the Superbowl, and watched Starsky and Hutch instead. This is about the pre-superbowl party that I attended the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started with me going to eat with DeAnna, Becky, Dee's sis Kristen, and her roomie, Sarah. We ate at some Japenese food place that was like hella good. And as I normally would, I acted like a complete DORK! I can't remember what I even did though. I just knew that we all laughed a lot, and some of it was at me! HaHa. No, but we just all had a great time, chatting it up, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, DeAnna had to go to work. We, as in me and Becky, were going to meet her up there later. Becky had to help a friend move first, and I just didn't want to go up there right at 5. So I waited until 5:15 to walk out of my house! Lmao. But DeAnna bartends now so I went up there and got a few drinks. She made me a Tom Collins, which I had NEVER tried before, and it was BEYOND gross. It wasn't that just was really nasty, it was just that it tasted more like lemon and water? And that's just a WEIRD taste to me. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up not drinking, but paying for that!, and I just stuck to Smirnoff Ice, regular. I had about ... 3 or 4 of those while I was there, and Becky showed up a little later. There was the, we guessesd, homeless lady wondering around the hotel the entire time. She didn't have a room b/c if she did, why would she be wondering aimlessly around the lobby. Plus the head clerk was just as sketchy of her and if she was staying, she wouldn't have been, right? Right. She could play piano though. Odd, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I were just chilling up at the bar while DeAnna worked, and shortly later, Meredith came to join us. As soon as DeAnna closed we were all going to go over to Travis and Jeremy's house for the 'pre-superbowl party'. At first I really had no intention to go. My excuse was that I wanted to watch Paris Hilton on SNL. Lmao. You know, because 'That's Hot.' But after a couple of Smirnoffs, I got to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been out since Jan. 27th, which wasn't technically 'going out' since I was so dead tired I almost passed out at the concert! It was the night after the whole 'Dallas S4 Gay Bar' thing. And I hadn't gotten drunk since the one night I got drunk in Steamboat. And by my 3rd or 4th Smirnoff, I was already feeling it, and I was slowly getting into the party mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came and DeAnna close the bar down. We were all on our way to Travis's. Everyone showed up at basically the same time. We started off buy playing a couple drinking games, well some of us. I didn't really have to drink. But everyone seemed to be ganging up on Tracy. She got pretty drunk off of that! And it was pretty damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the night went on, I got more and more wasted. The girls ended up booty dancing to Bleu Edmonson. And I think I remember the guys just watching! hahaha. Go figure. *insert eye roll here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my own expectations, I had a good time. There was this one guy. Can't remember his name He sang me N SYNC! "This I Promise You", and I was just like ... Aww, Justin, I love you! HaHa. He was good too. Said he tried out for Nashville Star and American Idol. Got to the 3rd round on Nashville start (Not televised) and like the 2nd with American Idol (Not televised). Don't know he was telling the truth, but he was pretty good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this one guy that looked JUST LIKE Ashton Kutcher almost. Definately a cutie. And He was soo drunk, and f'n HILARIOUS! Then there another one that, I was convinced looked like Jesse McCartney. HaHa. He's like, "What's up with you and matching everyone to celebs?" Can't help it! Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the night all of the boys decided to go streaking. HaHa. We follow them in Becky's car, and they are 'going all the way to Jack In The Box'. They didn't.. WHIMPS! Turned around 2 blocks later! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long after that that I left. They started talking about Jack in the Box and I got hungry. So I made a pitstop. Couldn't see as I drove home. Do NOT Drink and Drive ppl ... Sooo bad. I'm sure I was swerving EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of talking .. haha .. if I think of anything else I'll post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got serended tonight ...kind of. LoL. So he probably wasn't actually singing directly to me but to a crowd. But DeAnna called me and she sang me a Keith Urban song. It wasn't the same guy as the night before.... Way better! And OMG, so swoon worthy. Didn't know if was cute though, seeing as I couldn't actually see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug* DeAnna has got to tell me something tomorrow. Wonder what that is ...</content>
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