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  <updated>2008-01-17T07:19:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:28678</id>
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    <title>True Colors and their Idioms</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T07:19:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T07:19:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i bleed crimson red&lt;br /&gt;while my heart burns fiery blue&lt;br /&gt;green i am with envy&lt;br /&gt;as white lies i say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as grey an area&lt;br /&gt;as when the blue moon did rise&lt;br /&gt;you can't see my bruises black&lt;br /&gt;when rose-colored glasses disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grass may be greener,&lt;br /&gt;golden opportunity on the other side&lt;br /&gt;but return to call this kettle black,&lt;br /&gt;and your true colors you cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:28345</id>
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    <title>Emily's Christmas Present</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T22:02:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T22:02:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The best thing of my life. A Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs coffee mug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I'm the fairest one of all...why do I attract short weird guys?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. So funny, so true. The short weird guys part...I don't think I'm the fairest one of all haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SNOWING!! The first white christmas is 17 years! AHHHHH!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:27951</id>
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    <title>Dave Matthews- Fool to Think</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T19:48:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T19:48:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Look at me dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;All I could hope is to have you&lt;br /&gt;To have you walking with me&lt;br /&gt;Laughing so in love, we two&lt;br /&gt;Almost drunkenly&lt;br /&gt;I did imbibe of this&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I swear you did&lt;br /&gt;But you looked away too quick&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me home&lt;br /&gt;As if I was yours&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of love&lt;br /&gt;You are the trouble with me&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk right by&lt;br /&gt;I smile, you do not notice me&lt;br /&gt;Treat me recklessly&lt;br /&gt;All you do is toss me pennies out&lt;br /&gt;But the silence in me is screaming&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I swear you did&lt;br /&gt;But you looked away too quick&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me home&lt;br /&gt;As if I was yours&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I swear you did&lt;br /&gt;But you looked away too quick&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me home&lt;br /&gt;As if I was yours&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a mess of me here&lt;br /&gt;I'd dance a thousand steps for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you say yes to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be whatever gets you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a mess of me here (was I a fool?)&lt;br /&gt;I'd dance a thousand steps for you (was I a fool?)&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a fool, am I a fool for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always has a song for the way I feel...</content>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-12-02T15:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T23:12:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T23:12:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to experience a successful relationship...I have never had one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the kind that are happy...the kind you don't have to exhaust yourself to maintain. I'm not saying I expect it to be perfect or without fights. But fights are what have made up my only two serious relationships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness/fun equaled 5% of the time and fighting was 80%. The last 15% was sex. &lt;br /&gt;I would prefer it to be more like Happiness/fun=85% and fighting=5%...and 10% sex...yeah that would be nice</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:27181</id>
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    <title>I'm happy because...</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T06:23:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T06:23:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Es Schneit hier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow...bundling up...christmas music...red starbucks cups...family in two days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon...</content>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-11-09T23:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-10T07:31:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T07:31:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that typing or reading any word enough times will make it feel wrong. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatience....one of my bigger flaws.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:26668</id>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-11-08T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-09T05:54:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-09T05:54:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I WILL BE WITH EMILY IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS! AND ALL OF LIFE'S PROBLEMS WILL BE GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick for two weeks...that NEVER happens to me. But Emily will cure all.</content>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-11-04T19:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-05T03:44:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-05T03:45:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm lonely for female companionship. I miss having a girfriend that I can talk about anything with. I spend my time with the guys, only three of them, and they refer to me as "one of the guys." Well except Brandon who is obviously going to see me as a girl, because he wouldn't kiss a guy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best immediate outcome of college is Emily and our relationship. It's wonderful. I have never felt so appreciated. We went the first month of college without seeing each other, but when we called it was so fun. I would tear up and there was so much to say and laugh about. Not that we never laughed before, but there was a new found appreciation of our time together. We realized we had not gone a month without seeing each other since we were FIVE! It had been 13 years and we had not spent that kind of time apart. When we finally saw each other at the Battle in Seattle she jumped on me (She saw me first or else I would have jumped too) and we didn't stop smiling and hugging for the next 24 hours. We even went to the bathroom together so as to not waste our time together. Everything was funny, and I hooked her up with someone I knew she would be crazy about. Now she is trying to figure out a way to get here for the upcoming extended weekend, and I am so pumped. We understand each other better now too. We have dipped out toes in each other's way of life. She has been hooking up and flirting and having a good time with boys. And I have smoked some hookah, blown some smoke rings, gotten a little tipsy, and am trying to have my first mature relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people thought high school would be the end of us, and I simply laughed. But even I did not expect such amazing things for our friendship. I was worried, and now realize I need never be. I'm excited to be 75 years old, driving a flame car around with her. That was an inside joke, but I think it will really happen. I love Emily Hardin.</content>
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    <title>Vantage</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T19:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T19:36:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*Five people sitting around on the floor of a dorm room, talking about nothing in particular. Quiet music in the background. It's almost 1 in the morning.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli: I kinda want to go on a walk. Anyone want to go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: That sounds great, I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie *jumping to her feet*: LET"S GO TO VANTAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi *also jumps up*: YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: Oh God I have a feeling this is actually going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli: Let's do it, come one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we drove into the dead of night at 100 miles an hour, climbed a huge steep hill in the pitch black, sat around on blankets and looked at the stars. It was particularly good for me, I need to learn how to let go of my common sense and practicality. The moon was spectacular. We got back at 3 in the morning. 'Twas a good end to a bad evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/andrealail/pic/00003hxa/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/andrealail/pic/00003hxa/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-10-31T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-01T04:57:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-01T05:00:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe that six months later, a picture of Fatty still makes me cry to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/andrealail/pic/00002w4q/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/andrealail/pic/00002w4q/s320x240" width="320" height="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Truest thing I have ever read</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T01:40:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T01:40:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly." - Rose Franklin</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:25302</id>
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    <title>The Disconnect</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T02:12:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T02:12:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Boys have pride, the most useless of all human emotions. They have ambition, the biggest of human downfalls. The main distraction from what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a common proof,&lt;br /&gt;That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,&lt;br /&gt;Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;&lt;br /&gt;But when he once attains the upmost round,&lt;br /&gt;He then unto the ladder turns his back,&lt;br /&gt;Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees&lt;br /&gt;By which he did ascend.&lt;br /&gt;-Shakespeare, Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. &lt;br /&gt;-Shakespeare, Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph de Bricassart: What kind of man is this Luke O'Neill, who roams about and doesn't even make a home for Meggie? &lt;br /&gt;Fiona 'Fee' Cleary: The ambitious kind. &lt;br /&gt;-The Thorn Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the price of great pain... or so says the legend... &lt;br /&gt;-The Thorn Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, there will always be something, not even someone but something, that he wants more than you.  To be a pro football player, to know everything, to be the greatest jazz trumpet player the world has ever seen, to be a composer, or even to be a rockstar. And that's all right with me, because I want to be happy...and to not understand this concept is to be miserable. My main ambition is to be happy, and find someone who wants to have fun with me...where my main exercise is laughter. And if men must have pride, I hope he has it in me.</content>
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    <title>I have an addiction that is affecting my physical and mental health</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T06:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T06:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Three letters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just kidding actually they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMB!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to sleep, but I can't listen to Dave Matthews when I'm asleep. This is an unfortunate fact. Damnit. Anothes unfortunate fact, I searched facebook for people going to Central with Dave Matthews Band in their profile...I found a grand total of SEVEN! FUCK THAT! Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely seperate note, I have not been apart from Emily for this long since I was five. This sucks. And I'm completely serious too, it's been thirteen years and we have never spent a month apart. Gah.</content>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-10-12T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-12T21:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-12T21:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm coming home to support my viking band! YAY!</content>
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    <title>You know you're obsessed with DMB when...</title>
    <published>2007-10-09T05:17:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-09T05:17:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*You have an odd obsession with the numbers 27, 34, 36. 40, and 41.&lt;br /&gt;* You refer to anybody in the band on a first name basis, people give you weird looks, then you explain.&lt;br /&gt;* You've tried to excessively mimic that crazy ass dance Dave does at shows.&lt;br /&gt;* You do the eyebrow and facial type gestures that Dave does when singing a Dave song.&lt;br /&gt;* You're friends advise you to play no Dave Matthews Band when they come around.&lt;br /&gt;* You feel light headed and woozy 5 minutes before DMB takes the stage at EVERY concert (and you are not drunk)&lt;br /&gt;* You genuinely wept the first time you heard a song live.&lt;br /&gt;* You day dream about becoming rich when you are older so you can hire the band to play at your wedding, playing a set list completely devised by you.&lt;br /&gt;* When your summer job revolves AROUND your DMB concerts.&lt;br /&gt;* When you steal a city street sign that bears the name "grey street" and then when a new sign is replaced, you take that one too.&lt;br /&gt;* When you hear elevator music that is transformed into DMB songs (in your mind) and you sing along and tell other people on board "this is my favorite band".&lt;br /&gt;* When you sit in front of the radio/cd player half of the day learning DMB songs&lt;br /&gt;* When you dream of buying out a ticket to each and every show on a DMB tour one summer or winter.&lt;br /&gt;* When despite how many people you know named Dave anytime you say the name everyone knows you're not talking about any of your buddies.&lt;br /&gt;* When your friend asks you to burn your Dave CDs for them and they need a new CD case to hold them all&lt;br /&gt;* You're wandering through a department store when you hear "Satellite" (or another DMB song) come on over the speakers...you then stop in the middle of the aisle, start singing along, and claim to everyone who passes how this is your favorite band being played.&lt;br /&gt;* You have a Dave song to match each of your moods, and have at least one that reminds you of an ex.&lt;br /&gt;* You get pissed when somebody tells you they have no idea who Dave Matthews Band is.&lt;br /&gt;* Your parents yells to you whenever Dave's on TV.&lt;br /&gt;* When in the course of the day, you both see and hear "the guys" more than your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;* You dont go out with a person because he/she says the band is trash.&lt;br /&gt;* You consider the Dave Matthews Band a higher authority than god.&lt;br /&gt;* When you become annoyed even if your friends are only jokingly making fun of the band/the way Dave sings/anything.&lt;br /&gt;* When you just can't fathom how people could NOT love this band, and you try to get everyone you know as hooked as you are, despite what they listen to.&lt;br /&gt;* You have ever told someone that you and Dave share a "connection".&lt;br /&gt;* If you feel like Dave is talking to you when listening to any DMB song.&lt;br /&gt;* You get pissed at the shows when the "radio" Dave fans go to shows and sit down for songs like Bartender, Warehouse, or Pig.&lt;br /&gt;* You turn half your friends into Dave fans and fight with the ones who say "Dave Matthews is gay" just because they know it pisses you off so much.&lt;br /&gt;* When you say "oh this is my favorite DMB song", then turn right back around and say the same thing about the next song.&lt;br /&gt;* When you take peoples IPODS and look at their artists and just go straight to the D's.&lt;br /&gt;* When guys/girls who dont listen to Dave turn you off.&lt;br /&gt;* When someone wants to set you up your first question is "does he/she like Dave Matthews Band? because if he doesn't it's not going to work"&lt;br /&gt;* When you are annoyed that you can't do the dance while driving.&lt;br /&gt;* Listen to at least one song of DMB everyday.&lt;br /&gt;* When you can relate any conversation you're having to DMB.&lt;br /&gt;* When you can honestly say you feel like Dave's talking to you when he says "thank you very much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from a facebook group by Jenn Berry. I only chose the ones that applied to me...and I added this one myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If when you go to a pet store to buy a fish, you want the kind with big eyes.</content>
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    <title>Andrea vs. Printer</title>
    <published>2007-10-08T00:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-08T00:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Scoreboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printer: 1,326&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the FUCK do you load cartridges? And assuming I will eventually figure it out, how do I hook up my printer to the computer?! FUCK COMPUTERS! And printer cartridges can be curb stomped.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrealail:23792</id>
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    <title>Odd</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T02:43:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T02:43:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The only two people I can think of on earth that hate me, think to contact me in the same 24 hour period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Mr. Rainwater's surprise 40th birthday party! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last odd thing on the list, is one more thing Brandon and I have in common, perhaps the wierdest of all. We both have experienced sleep paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd.</content>
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    <title>Dave Matthews-Say Goodbye</title>
    <published>2007-10-05T05:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-05T05:59:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here we are tonight, you and me together&lt;br /&gt;The storm outside, the fire is bright&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes I see whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You've got me wild, turned around inside&lt;br /&gt;And then desire, see, is creeping up heavy inside here&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel the same way as I do now&lt;br /&gt;Now lets make this an evening&lt;br /&gt;Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stay here with me, love, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just for an evening&lt;br /&gt;When we make our passion pictures&lt;br /&gt;You and me twist up as secret creatures&lt;br /&gt;And well stay here&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow go back to being friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to being friends, but tonight lets be lovers, we kiss and sweat&lt;br /&gt;Well turn this better thing&lt;br /&gt;To the best&lt;br /&gt;Of all we can offer, just a rogue kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tangled tongues and lips,&lt;br /&gt;See me this way&lt;br /&gt;Im turning and turning for you&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Float away here with me&lt;br /&gt;An evening just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;But tommorrow go back to your girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to my world&lt;br /&gt;And we're back to being friends&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see me,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight lets do this thing&lt;br /&gt;All we are is waisting hours until the&lt;br /&gt;Sun comes up it's all ours&lt;br /&gt;On our way here&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow go back to being friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to being friends&lt;br /&gt;Tonight let's be lovers, say you will&lt;br /&gt;And hear me call, soft-spoken&lt;br /&gt;Whispering love&lt;br /&gt;A thing or two I have to say here&lt;br /&gt;Tonight lets go all the way then&lt;br /&gt;Love I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening&lt;br /&gt;Lets strip down, trip out at this&lt;br /&gt;One evening starts with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;Back to being friends&lt;br /&gt;Lovers...love...lovers&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight, one night...love you&lt;br /&gt;And tommorrow say goodbye</content>
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    <title>The legacy continues...</title>
    <published>2007-10-04T17:28:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-04T17:28:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have my fathers piano skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just flunked my first piano test!</content>
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    <title>A crazy list of things in common</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T15:25:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T15:25:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We have the same favorite PB&amp;J (Extra crunchy peanut butter with rasberry jam that has the seeds still in it)&lt;br /&gt;We are both missing parts of our front teeth that are replaced with fake ones&lt;br /&gt;Discovery channel is our favorite&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us have ever had a bloody nose-which basically everyone has had&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us can roll our R's-which like, everyone can do&lt;br /&gt;We both prefer cats over dogs&lt;br /&gt;Moulin rouge is our favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;The only Ludricous song either of us know happens to be the same one&lt;br /&gt;We both have T mobile and Washington Mutual&lt;br /&gt;We are both aries&lt;br /&gt;We were both Vikings in high school at different schools&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us like rap-except of course for that one ludicrous song&lt;br /&gt;We both will only eat tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich to go along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is more but I have to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY!</content>
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    <title>I'm holding...</title>
    <published>2007-09-29T06:21:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-29T06:21:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...my kitten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well with the world. I can deal with boys that don't call me, roommates that party until 2 in the morning, a cold that won't go away, a heavy period, homework, and a car that broke down and now needs $800 dollars as long as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my kitten and family.</content>
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    <title>Stress</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T05:49:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T05:49:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I did seven total hours this weekend of theory homework. Oh...my...god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't text me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my kitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I made Wind Ensemble. Doubt it though</content>
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    <title>Brandon Zueger</title>
    <published>2007-09-20T15:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-20T15:43:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What's your favorite movie? Moulin rouge?! No way me too!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Thai dish? That's hard but it's got to be Swimming Rama. You too? What a coincedence!&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to WAMU. Oh my goodness that is your bank too?&lt;br /&gt;You woudn't happen to have t-mobile...okay this is getting strange.&lt;br /&gt;What is your sign? Wow, of course we would be the same, this is crazy. &lt;br /&gt;You prefer cats!! Oh my gosh most boys like dogs, that is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this was just the beginning of bilions of things I have in common with this guy. And more where that came from. It even got so wierd as to the fact that both of us have fake pieces of our front teeth Lol. I was waiting for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should watch out for guitar players with german last names &amp;gt;.</content>
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    <title>Homesickness</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T01:18:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T01:18:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want my kitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r185/andrealail/April2007117.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>andrealail @ 2007-09-13T08:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-13T15:50:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-13T15:50:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it is my last full day at home. My kitten is laying on my lap, it's super cute. I will miss her the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to check the fluids in my car, make copies of house and car keys, pack a lot of shit, have my friends over, learn how to use my ipod, teach clarinet at the junior high, practice clarinet, do one more load of laundry, get my sweatshirt mended, clean my car, have relatives over, and say goodbye. I will miss you guys while I'm away. Jaimie I know you are leaving tomorrow as well, so good luck and remember our Deutschland times FOREVER! Dania I had a lot of fun with you the other night, I love you and come visit! Jeff, I'm so happy we are back in each other's lives. Ella, give Frau Kanning a hug for me and remember Doener! OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best summer of my life folks. I am going to continue my trend by saying No Regrets, not a one. Nothing could have improved my summer, it was sublime. Graduation, new kitten, Germany and everything that encompasses, orientation, playing in Thouroughly Modern Millie with my daddy, quitting my job, the amazing camping trip, Dave Matthews, and always having the time for what's important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep y'all updated.&lt;br /&gt;Out.</content>
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