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  <title>Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down</title>
  <subtitle>I think you only live to see the lights of town</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-06-28T01:43:47Z</updated>
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    <title>maybe you'll hum along</title>
    <published>2008-06-28T01:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-28T01:43:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Elton John__Tiny Dancer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I don't have any real reason for this post, other than that my last one was three months ago and pretty negative. True as it is, I'm sort of tired of it staring me in the face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of myself. As much as I try to change the way I go about things, it never happens. I wish I wasn't so quiet, but every time I try to give an opinion, I change my mind, convinced that no one will care anyway. Whether they do or not, I don't care, but I wish I could just say some things sometimes. I haven't got anything to lose, but I don't say it just 'cause. It's dumb. I'm tired of just accepting things the way they are, but I have little motivation to do anything to change them. If I do, it comes and goes, and when it does come, I somehow find a way to beat it back down, convinced it won't make a difference even if I did change whatever it is I want to change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to school in the Fall. I know it's still far away, but I don't want to go. I wish I wasn't taking three AP classes. I don't really even want to take AP Spanish. I hate spanish. Rita is a great teacher, but I just don't care enough about it to really want to take AP. AP English is just going to be a pain in the ass. AP History is pretty much the only thing I'm looking forward to. It's the only class I actually like anyway. I don't want to take a math class. I hate math. I don't have to, but I don't know what else to take. I hate Ms. Kaniewski. She's a terrible teacher and I swear to God she's on crack, or some other drug. Why else would her hands shake so much? If she's not on drugs, she's an alcoholic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life. This is nothing new and it usually doesn't bother&amp;nbsp;me, but for some reason it does this time. I don't do anything except work, sit and stare at the computer, or watch tv or a movie. Would it kill me to socialize once in a while? But I don't know who I would hang out with. There are only a handful of people that I can spend an extended abmount of time with just by ourselves, and they're always busy. *sigh* I need to find a second job. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I've given thought to leaving for some time...If only I could read a map</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T13:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T13:47:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It is truly amazing how quickly my father can ruin something. Seriously. It's like a talent. I wake up at 8:15&amp;nbsp;this morning, which is entirely too early to begin with,&amp;nbsp;and he comes bouncing into my room because he's been awake since 5:45 stomping around the house and having no consideration for the other people that could possibly still be sleeping. So he comes in all cheery and I am not a morning person whatsoever, and he's like "So are you excited for NY, are you excited, are you excited? How much money are you bringing? Are you done packing?" ect. Normally, I could care less that he asks these questions, but I JUST woke up. I don't feel like talking about it. And, it might seem weird, but I don't typically get outwardly excited about a trip until I'm there. In the place. I don't know why, but that's just the way it goes. I stared at him for a second or two and then answered his questions while trying to keep from yawning, and he of course, takes offense. Honestly, I have never in my life met a more sensitive person than my dad. He can dish it out, but my God, the SECOND you give it back, he gets so mad, you'd think you had shot his best friend or his parents or something. So I, in an attempt to avoid fighting with him, apologize and remind him that&amp;nbsp;I had just woken up. He basically ignores that and asks me how much money I'm bringing and I tell him that from all the money that I had gotten for Christmas, my birthday, and Easter (which in itself is weird. Who gets presents, especially money, on Easter?) I had accumulated about $350. He flipped out. And I said, well what am I supposed to do? Not spend it? The people I got it from told me to specifically use this for my trip. I'm going to use it. And he's like, We should just get a debit card. But I haven't wanted to use a debit card. I would rather know how much I have and how much I've spent. I can understand where he's coming from, taking that much money to NYC is kind of stupid. But I'd rather have it on me and not risk them saying "Oh, we don't take debit." The chances of that happening? Slim to none. I would still rather have it on me. And it's not like I'd be taking the entire $350 every time I went out. And then he pulled the, "Well, now you're assuming that the people who clean your room aren't going to steal from you." And I said, Yes, I most certainly was expecting that. I'm not stupid, I also know that it's ridiculous to think that them stealing from me could not happen. But God forbid I be just a tad trusting. When my dad argues, he doesn't really argue. He just uses one or two points over and over and over and over again until finally, you get so frustrated, that you just give in to whatever it is he wants. So after 15 minutes of explaining and re-explaining why I don't want a debit&amp;nbsp; card, he concludes that it's only because I don't use one on a regular basis. Bull shit. You swipe and sign, idiot, a monkey could do that. At this point, I'm done with trying to make my point and agree to get the debit card because, clearly, that's the only way I'm going to be able to take my spending money with me. But surely, if I FINALLY agree to do what he wants, I'm just being a smart ass. It's like I cannot win with him. Either I have a chip on my shoulder and a defiant attitude and only want to argue with him, or I'm being a sarcastic smart ass when I agree with him. His argument for that is that he doesn't understand why I haven't come to this conclusion myself. And that's why he's waited so long to bring it up again. If I don't agree with him, why would I come to that conclusion by myself. At any rate, I kept saying that we should get the debit card and that he's right. I must have "Fine, you're right, we'll get the debit card" 10 TIMES IN THE LEAST SARCASTIC WAY POSSIBLE AND HE'S STILL ACCUSING ME OF BEING A SMART ASS. So then I just stop talking. I go into shut down mode, because that's how I operate. Well that really pissed him off and he said, "Have a good time" in a really snide way and then walked out. And of course somewhere in there, I wasn't letting him be excited for me. The way he can spin things and pull excuses out of his ass is absolutely amazing. I wonder where he learned it from, because if there was an olympic team for that, he'd be the captain. He makes ridiculous accusations and you don't get a chance to defend yourself because he's so loud that you just end up screaming and THEN you're being disrespectful. It's pretty comical actually. A random passerby could probably get some good entertainment out of it. I feel bad for my sister. He's home all spring break and does nothing but nag at the both of us because we're relaxing. But it's alright for him to sit on his ass and do nothing. He'll sit there and yell about the dishwasher not being unloaded and the piles of laundry that need to be done while he plays sudoku. I don't mind helping out at all, but don't be a hypocrite. Then again, the day my dad isn't a hypocrite is the day that I become Queen of England. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/rant. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Update much?</title>
    <published>2008-02-17T16:23:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-17T16:23:27Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>I Want To Tell You++The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, I don't know if I haven't updated in the last month because I didn't think to or because there was nothing to update. I'm guessing the latter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite literally, nothing is going on. There's been Act2 stuff after school and that's it. Midterms were good. There's 39 days until New York and 75 days until school gets out. I've applied to practically every store in Brighton and nothing. I know people aren't really looking to hire a 17 year old because they aren't really looking to hire at all, but still. When you apply to at least 12 places and you still get nothing, it gets discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my aunt and uncle's house last night. Liam has discovered his tongue and he continually sticks it in and out, over and over again like it's going out of style. It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two Bobby Darin cds, &lt;u&gt;The Notebook&lt;/u&gt; (the book, already have the movie), and &lt;u&gt;On the Road&lt;/u&gt; on Thursday after skipping out on the pep assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oscars are next Sunday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I haven't posted in the last month. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Ricky, Fred, we're revolting." "No more than usual."</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T00:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T00:00:25Z</updated>
    <category term="cars"/>
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    <lj:music>My Favorite Husband radio show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">On Thursday&amp;nbsp; night, my parents finally bought another car. A 2008 Taurus,&amp;nbsp; but it doesn't look like an old people car which is nice. That and I&amp;nbsp;finally, finally have the Expedition. I have to get a job..pretty much now, cause the gas mileage is horrendous, and I have to pay for gas if&amp;nbsp;my parents&amp;nbsp;pay for the insurance which is fine with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are next week. But at least we don't have school on Monday. I've finished&amp;nbsp;three&amp;nbsp;review packets. The psychology and sociology one's took for-ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ikea last weekend and bought a new comforter. We found some&amp;nbsp;furniture, but it was too big to fit in my mom's car so we have to go back and get it with the Expedition at some point. I'm glad we're actually following through on&amp;nbsp;re-doing my room, usually it would never have happened.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>and angels fall without you there</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T01:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T01:38:55Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>black balloon++the goo goo dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy New Year, even though its a week too late. 2007 went so fast.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully&amp;nbsp;2008 will&amp;nbsp;go just as fast. That was nice. It's crazy that we're halfway done with school. Act2 starts up for the musical tomorrow and I'm excited. As much as I hate &lt;em&gt;Urinetown&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;nbsp;I miss hanging out with everyone there and even though practically living at the school is annoying, it's so much fun I don't really mind it. I wish it could just be that and not school. I'm not ready to go back yet. I think if we had this week off too, then I'd be ready to go back, but not yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family came over yesterday for mine and my mom's birthday. I got a crapload of money, a shirt, and a fancy sweater thing. I got &lt;em&gt;Breakfast At Tiffany's&lt;/em&gt; from my sister, I've wanted that forever.&amp;nbsp;Then from my parents I got more money, really, really comfy pjs as lame as it is, and this cool framed picture that's an old movie poster for the original &lt;em&gt;Ocean's 11&lt;/em&gt;. My mom said that next weekend we can go to Ikea and start looking at furniture for my room. If re-doing my room actually happens, I'll be shocked. But they seem like they want to, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;em&gt;Peyton Place&lt;/em&gt; over break and it was really good. I have to go back to the library and get &lt;em&gt;Return To Peyton Place&lt;/em&gt;. I can see why it caused such an uproar in 1956, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't have any homework. It didn't get done if I did.</content>
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    <title>i've finally figured out some things you'll never know</title>
    <published>2007-12-29T03:19:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-29T03:19:10Z</updated>
    <category term="gilmore girls"/>
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    <content type="html">Merry&amp;nbsp;Christmas, plus a few days :) I hope it was good for everyone. I got&amp;nbsp;some pretty good stuff, and anything I didn't get I'm&amp;nbsp;almost sure to get on my birthday. One of the few&amp;nbsp;luxuries of having your birthday and Christmas within two weeks of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The Goods"&gt;-A super nice&amp;nbsp;"flat iron", lol&lt;br /&gt;-A super nice hair dryer, which I really did want.&lt;br /&gt;-A desk thingy for my computer so now I don't have to use my desk chair.&lt;br /&gt;-Nail polish/nail stuff in general&lt;br /&gt;-An ILL purse from my grandparents, which is actually sort of cute&lt;br /&gt;-An ILL calender from my sister&lt;br /&gt;-A weird rubix cube thing that isn't really a rubix cube&lt;br /&gt;-A body pillow&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/em&gt; by S.E. Hinton&lt;br /&gt;-Season 2 of &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Season 7 of &lt;em&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;A total of three really nice zip up hoodies from Pac Sun&lt;br /&gt;-A Jack's Mannequin zip up hoodie&lt;br /&gt;-A ping pong table :D&lt;br /&gt;-Random other things that I can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part about Christmas was when I decided to finally upgrade the software on my iPod and instead of getting an update, it completely blew out my entire iPod. All of my music is gone and everytime I connect it to the USB, it just says Do Not Disconnect over and over and over again without ever doing anything. My iTunes doesn't recognize it. I tried reinstalling everything, but then it went and installed a newer version of iTunes that my computer can't handle because it's very old and now everything is screwed up. I have to take it to the Apple store. I don't know what I'm gonna do about the iTunes thing. That, and getting my wisdom teeth out the day after Christmas wasn't so fun. It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be, though. I think my mom was trying to get me to overdose on Vicodin on Wednesday. She gave me four pills within 6 hours and I was soooo sick. Pretty funny actually. I managed to eat spaghetti last night and a sandwich today. And I can actually open my mouth and chew. It helps that the swelling has gone down&amp;nbsp;a little bit. Not a lot, but a little. Plus, getting my wisdom teeth out has been a perfect excuse to watch a crapload of tv and not get yelled at by my dad. It's incredibly nice. Finish a disc on one show and go to the next. Speaking of which, I'm selling my Season One Grey's Anatomy for $10 and my Season Two Grey's Anatomy for $15 or $20 cause I never watch them and they're just taking up space, so if you're interested, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, me, Niki, Erika, and Rachel went to that gift wrapping thing for Morgan Carey. Oh. My. God. It was so cold, I can't possibly describe it. Kind of fun though. Then Sunday night, Niki and I went to see &lt;em&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/em&gt;. It was pretty good. Very cute. Very sad. You will cry. If you don't, you have no heart at all. I have to go see &lt;em&gt;Juno&lt;/em&gt; soon. It looks hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Kristen! :D</content>
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    <title>the more I see the less I know, the more I like to let it go</title>
    <published>2007-12-08T14:22:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-08T14:22:44Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Snow (Hey Oh)++Red Hot Chili Peppers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">10 more school days until Christmas break. Last weekend I went to State Festival with Act2, or 16 people from Act2. It was fun, but of course I forgot my camera. The school that held it was amazing. It's just for the performing arts and their entire shop is like the size of our theatre. It's crazy. Not to mention it's organized. Our shop is like the size of my living and dining room put together and we've got a staircase from &lt;em&gt;Arsenic and Old Lace&lt;/em&gt; still sitting there. We can't get rid of it, though. You never know when a staircase may come in handy. There was a lot going on. We got there and had lunch, saw &lt;em&gt;Little Shop of Horrors&lt;/em&gt;, watched some Individual Events, then you could have taken the first workshop but nothing was offered that I wanted to do, so I just watched more IEs. Then we had dinner and after went to the second workshop for an hour and a half. &lt;em&gt;Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/em&gt; was after that. I have never seen a worse show, ever. It was a musical first of all. Second, it was some stupid adapted version so it sucked. On top of that, they had random props being thrown out on stage because some idiot forgot to put it out there during a scene change or when they walked on stage or something. At one point they started doing the Soulja Boy dance, or however you spell it, they were so desperate for our attention. It was awful. Then we went back to the hotel that had a waterpark and played there for a while. On Saturday we got up and had breakfast, then went over to the school and saw &lt;em&gt;Comedy of Errors: Stayin' Alive&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;It's one of Shakespeare's first plays with a 1970s twist to it. Hilarious. We had lunch, took the third workshop, there was another show, &lt;em&gt;Big Mary&lt;/em&gt;, but I didn't see it because I wanted to take the fourth workshop. After the workshop, there was dinner, and then we saw the last show, &lt;em&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/em&gt;. It was amazing. Some parts were overdone, but the kid who played Johnny, holy crap. He made you want to cry. I really want to read the book now. Then the awards and scholarships were handed out and we went home. It's fun being on a bus during a snow storm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're going to get our tree and then I'm babysitting. My aunt and uncle's baby is due tomorrow. She's already dilated (dialated? I've never had to spell that before) 1cm and she didn't even know it, plus he dropped down almost a week ago. Hopefully he won't come on their anniversary. That'd be weird and kinda suckish to share.</content>
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    <title>and you can have it all, my empire of dirt</title>
    <published>2007-11-24T23:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-24T23:32:02Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>hurt+johnny cash</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I vote that we skip straight to Christmas break and not go back to school until then. It just sounds like a better plan than going back to school on Monday. I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I did a lot of nothing which was nice. I played CTR which I haven't played in forever and that was fun. &amp;nbsp;Thursday I went to my grandma and papa's house like we do every year. My grandma is really starting to drive me nuts. She thinks I'm depressed and she only ever talks about it with my parents. She never, ever says anything to me. If she's so concerned, you'd think she would say something, anything at all about it. But no, she just sits there and stares at me like I'm dying or something.&amp;nbsp;It's alright though. I hardly did anything but watch the&lt;em&gt; I Love Lucy&lt;/em&gt; marathon on TV Land anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to my aunt and uncle's house to have "Thanksgiveagain" which is what they're officially calling it, to have thanksgiving with my dad's side of the family. It was boring, but whatever. They have a realllly comfortable couch and a big screen tv which is excellent for watching &lt;em&gt;Christmas Vacation&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sat and did my nails and watched tv. I love breaks. They're so relaxing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Brando is hot.</content>
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    <title>brought on by the fear of fear itself</title>
    <published>2007-11-11T20:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T20:31:49Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>the city's summer+the honorary title</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was my aunt's baby shower. It wasn't so bad. We, thankfully, didn't play any ridiculous games. My grandma and mom were trying to decorate the tables to the extent that people wouldn't have been able to eat anything if Erin and I hadn't said something. It was ridiculous all the crap they had on there. They got a lot of stuff though, which is good. It's crazy how much you actually really do need for a baby. I think he's going to come early but everyone else says no. I should bet some money on that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through and re-did all my icons except for two. Now every other post is my default, which is somewhat funny to me for no particular reason.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;em&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/em&gt; this morning. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, two days next week, and then Thanksgiving break. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ramble.</content>
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    <title>nothing but blue skies from now on</title>
    <published>2007-11-04T17:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T17:00:37Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>blue skies-ella fitzgerald</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vampyre &lt;/em&gt;is all done now and I'm sad. I have nothing to do anymore. This week went by sooooo slow because of that. I'm so used to having something to do after school and being there until 7:00. State Festival is on Nov. 30 and Dec. 1 and I'm pretty excited. You get to take a bunch of workshops and see shows performed by some of the top schools in the state. I actually have to do my homework when I get home, and then when I'm done with it, I sit there wondering what to do. It's weird to think that I used to be able to sit in front of the computer and tv for hours on end without getting bored. Now I'm just restless and need to be doing something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw &lt;em&gt;Urinetown&lt;/em&gt; with Kaitlyn, Dawn, and Kelsey on Friday night. Definitely not worth $15. I know it was because we bought them at the door, but still. Some things were hilariously funny and others were just..not. We're never, ever doing that show, ever. I'm supposed to dress up in a chicken suit for our spanish video today. Should be interesting. I need to do my writing for Essay and Analysis. And e-mail myself my spanish powerpoint for tomorrow. Hopefully nothing will go wrong with that, but with my luck something will. I won't be able to open it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it snows soon. And I hope November goes fast. I love Christmas and winter. It makes me happy. WNIC started playing Christmas music. On Friday, the four of us were singing to it on the way to &lt;em&gt;Urinetown&lt;/em&gt;. My dad turned on the car the next day and was like, "Yeah, you're a freak. It's not even Thanksgiving for God's sake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my aunt and uncle's house yesterday for the Michigan/Michigan State game. The baby wouldn't stop hiccuping. It felt (and looked) so weird. All of a sudden my aunt's stomach would sort of pop out everytime he hiccuped cause his shoulders would go up. I didn't even know babies could have the hiccups before the popped out. Next week is the baby shower. Exciting stuff.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catiegirl916010:47546</id>
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    <title>sweeter than wine; softer than a summer night</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T15:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T15:32:20Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="act2"/>
    <lj:music>this magic moment+the platters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This past weekend went pretty well. Opening night was un-explainably stressful. We hadn't even been through a rehearsal without stopping, the show was the first time. There were only a few minor mess ups. Joel missed a cue, which was noticeable, but oh well. The cast parties were fun. I wish more people would come. Talk about a small house. We have this Friday and Saturday left, then the set strike on Sunday. I have to go Lead Staff gift shopping soon. Probably Saturday.&amp;nbsp;Cyd came to visit on Sunday which was fun. I miss her being around all the time and the Cydtatorship. Singing This Magic Moment and greenroom never get old. I don't care what Roy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home today because my throat attacked and now my voice is completely gone. With my luck, I'll end up having strep throat or something. If I have to stay home tomorrow, I'm screwed. I had a test today and a test tomorrow. I might have two tests tomorrow. Plus, missing that much Essay and Analysis, god. I'll never catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch tv episodes I've seen 2893969280698 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll all come to see &lt;em&gt;The Vampyre&lt;/em&gt; this weekend :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catiegirl916010:47189</id>
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    <title>fear is a powerful thing; it'll turn your heart black, you can trust</title>
    <published>2007-10-14T13:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-14T13:18:19Z</updated>
    <category term="new york"/>
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    <lj:music>Devils and Dust+Bruce Springsteen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hell Week officially starts today. We open in 5 days. At least we don't have school on Friday. I'll be able to catch up on sleep. I am definitely going to New York over spring break. I don't think it's really going to sink in until we get closer to it. I'm excited, though. There's a good chance we're going to Radio City Music Hall. *bounces* I'd probably just stand there and look at it like an idiot. You could probably die doing that too often in the middle of the city. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take the PSAT on Saturday at 7:30 in the morning. That'll be really fun right after opening night. I hate this week. Everyone gets on everyone else's nerves so easily. And just when you think you've finished everything, something else comes up. I don't think Community Ed is open today and I have to get the tickets from there. In two weeks, it'll all be over and I'll have so much time on my hands, I won't know what to do with myself. The t-shirts came in, and they look amazing. The blood dripping off the letters is sweet. December 1st&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;officially declared Thespian Day in Michigan by the govenor. At least she can do one thing right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died yesterday on Darwin. They had grated the road again, and on one of the curves, there must have been, literally, one ton of rocks laying there. Suddenly, the car is doing a 180, and I'm looking at a fence, then some trees, then a fence again, then a car coming from the opposite direction. How I managed to not hit anything and not scratch the car, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance I won't be updating for another two weeks. Shocking, I know.</content>
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    <title>"just because there's snow on the roof doesn't mean there's no fire in the furnace"</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T22:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T22:40:53Z</updated>
    <category term="the office"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've been terrible about updating, but I have nothing to say. &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; starts tonight and I am way beyond excited. I need to get the second and third seasons for Christmas or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's&amp;nbsp;a really good chance I'm going to NYC over spring break with Act2. As long as we get 16 people to go, we're going. Sigh. I hope it happens. I'd be so dissapointed if it didn't. I might get to go to Spain over the summer if there's enough spaces left. That'd be pretty amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play opens in..three weeks I think. Less than that, which is insane. We got the tickets today and now it really feels like it's coming up fast. I'm kinda tired of spending six days a week at the school, but oh well. It's fun. It's annoying, but it's fun at the same time if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yeah, I have nothing to say. My life consists of school and Act2..which pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catiegirl916010:46663</id>
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    <title>your words in my memory are like music to me</title>
    <published>2007-09-16T01:16:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-16T01:16:54Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
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    <lj:music>Set The Fire To The Third Bar+Snow Patrol w/Martha Wainright</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This week took forever and went pretty fast at the same time. I'm going to kill myself in 5th hour. There are the worst people &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; in that class. All of my other classes combined aren't as bad as that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the first build for Act2 today and it went pretty well. There's only one freshman (so far) that I really can't stand. Unfortunately, she has a small part in the play. She thinks she owns the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold. My throat is all scratchy and I've got a disgusting cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished licking 50 some envelopes at the build today when Dani decided to tell me she heard about some lady who got a papercut while licking envelopes and they found cockroach eggs in the cut, which felt really good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I watched Mommie Dearest last night. Watch it only if you want to be depressed/find about Christina Crawford's childhood which (I'm hoping) is a tad exagerrated. If it's not, it'll make you even more depressed and show you that your parents really don't suck as much as you think they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/random information.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm staring at the asphalt wondering, what's buried underneath?</title>
    <published>2007-09-08T13:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-08T13:31:14Z</updated>
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    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="vacation"/>
    <lj:music>the distric sleeps alone tonight_the postal service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;School started this past week. It's not so bad. I hate having Chemistry 1st hour and then Math 2nd hour since Chemistry is pretty much a math class, but other than that, my classes are alright. Yesterday I kept going back to my old locker. I'd be half way up the stairs and be like, "Why am I going up here?" Yes, I am a dork. I have to write an essay on dangers teenagers face on the internet for Essay and Analysis. I started it, but went off on a rant about something completely unrelated, so it needs to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackinac Island was fun. The bridge walk was alright. It took us an hour and a half or so. The line to get on the bus that takes you back was a three hour wait. My dad tried going back to the bridge&amp;nbsp;to hitchhike, but the police and national guard&amp;nbsp;came running over and said it was too dangerous, so we waited in line.&amp;nbsp;The people behind us actually ended up knowing Allison and her grandpa.&amp;nbsp;We start talking and they thought we looked familiar and the husband had renovated the house that all the girls moved into.&amp;nbsp;It was weird. I don't think it took 3 hours, the line was moving&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;well.&amp;nbsp;I'd say more like&amp;nbsp;an hour and half or 2 hours.&amp;nbsp;There were a TON of buses, but there were at least 75,000 people there. I'm not kidding. Something about 50th anniversarry's make people want to come, I guess. It'll probably take me forever to upload the pictures, but I plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have 40 days until the play opens. 5 weeks. That's 3 and half weeks shorter than we normally have. It'll be interesting. I think we can do it, as long as the crews and everyone works hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go to my grandparents today for my cousin's birthday. I can't figure out why we're not having it at my aunt and uncle's house, but then again I shouldn't be so surprised. My aunt can't handle having people over and my grandma needs to be in control of everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the rest of my school supplies. Sounds like an exciting weekend.</content>
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    <title>stop this train--I wanna get off and go home again</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T23:40:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T23:40:48Z</updated>
    <category term="chelsea"/>
    <category term="school"/>
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    <category term="vacation"/>
    <content type="html">It's been a while. My internet has been out for 5 days because of the huge storms that we got. Two trees (that I know of) came&amp;nbsp;down in our neighborhood. Hopefully it'll be nice and cool now. I got my schedule yesterday. It's crazy that school starts next week. This summer went by so fast. 2007 in general is going by fast. We're going up to Mackinac Island this weekend which should be fun. I haven't been there in a long, long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister saw a promo for &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;. I can't wait for that to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I haven't posted in two weeks. I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netflix owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh! Happy Early Birthday, Chelsea! 3 more months till college :D</content>
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    <title>nobody's been dealing, so fold your hand</title>
    <published>2007-08-13T14:33:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-13T14:34:35Z</updated>
    <category term="chelsea"/>
    <category term="music"/>
    <category term="nashville"/>
    <category term="john mayer"/>
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    <lj:music>Tie The Rope+The Format</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've been meaning to update this ever since I got back from Nashville, but that didn't happen. I'm done working at Varsity since camp ended. Hopefully I'll be able to work more at the dollar store. Lack of car will probably limit that, though. Most of this is centered because when you try to center one thing, it centers everything. *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nashville was pretty awesome. I knew I should have updated sooner, everything was still fresh in my mind. My mom and I left Thursday morning and we got lost within the first 20 minutes. Hilarious now, not so much then. After a while, we finally figured out where we were going and we drove the entire 8 hours or whatever it is to Nashville. We made pretty good time. Especially for getting lost so quickly in the beginning. I think we were there by 5 or 6 local time. On Friday, my mom insisted on getting up insanely early so we could, "See everything we wanted to." Psh. The breakfast at the hotel was really good though. We left and went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and Studio B after figuring out how to park. My mom was not meant for the city. She gets nervous about everything and it shows big time in her mannerisms and everything. Anyway, the Hall of Fame and Studio B were pretty cool. I'm not in to country music at all, besides Johnny Cash, but they had a lot of the good, original stuff, and only a little bit of the modern, whiny stuff. Studio B was great cause it's where Elvis recorded over half of his songs. I have a picture of my mom sitting at his piano. She was excited. After that, we had lunch and went to the Ryman Center which is the original home of the Grand Ole Opry. It's unbelievably pretty in there and the history of it is really interesting. Then we met up with Chelsea and her mom at a Starbucks in Manchester. We took Chelsea back to Nashville and pretty much as soon as we got into the Center, James Morrison, one of the opening shows for John, came on. He was pretty good. There will be a major pic!spam at the end of this under the cut. Ben Folds was next and he was amazing. I like him better live. Finally, John came on and he was incredible. There are no other words. He played a good set and Chelsea said that's the best show she's been to. I wish he would have played some stuff from Room For Squares, but still. Amazing-ness.&amp;nbsp;After the show, we went back to the room and got pizza..again. Chelsea burnt her mouth on a jalapeno, insert one of those ~ things over the 'n', and then got in a fight with the Coco Puffs the next morning. On Saturday we went to the First Center for the Arts, that's not the full name, but that's all I remember. It was pretty cool. I was so tired, though. We got lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe. I got some coffee and I was better, which is sad, but true. We stopped at Grimey's before all this, which is cool little record store just outside of town. After lunch, we had to take Chelsea back. Then we started the four and half hour drive back to Cincinatti. I don't know how to spell it. Sunday we got up fairly early, and drove the rest of the way back. Or at least 30 minutes outside of home. That's when my mom's car decided to die and we had to call AAA and my dad to come and get us. It must be something abut TN that my parent's cars do not like. Last time we were there, my dad's car died, too. We finally got back and we now have new carpet. I don't like the color much, but it feels nice on your feet. It was&amp;nbsp;a really fun weekend. Not long enough, but still fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge pic!spam under the cut. They're fairly big, so if you're internet is slow, it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Pretty, pretty pictures."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Studio B, where Elvis recorded over half of his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Studio B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom at Elvis' (Elvis's? I never know) piano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairly self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus like another 4 walls. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Ryman. These pictures don't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Ryman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John effing Mayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting was great for the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/Nashville%20and%20John%20Mayer/DSC03255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Chelsea :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I didn't post too many. I have waaaaaaay more in my photobucket. If you want to see them, let me know.</content>
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    <title>and I will wait to find if this will last forever</title>
    <published>2007-07-28T14:37:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-28T14:37:03Z</updated>
    <category term="work"/>
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    <category term="vacation"/>
    <lj:music>Clarity_John Mayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There are only 2 more weeks of working at Varsity left. This summer has gone by so fast. Last summer seemed to take forever. This time next week though, I will be in Tennessee, and that is beyond exciting. Hopefully Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday will go fast. My mom and I are leaving Thursday morning, driving the whole way, probably just hanging out&amp;nbsp;around Nashville on Friday, picking up Chelsea in the afternoon, going to see JOHN EFFING MAYER, haning out for part of Saturday, and start back home on Saturday night. We're stopping somewhere in Ohio for the night and coming back the rest of the way on Sunday morning. *bounces* The weekend before school starts, we're going up to Mackinac Island/Mackinaw City which will be fun. That's my favorite place in all of MIchigan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're gone in Tennessee, the new carpet is coming in. I don't want new carpet. Now we'll have to actually eat in the kitchen instead of everywhere else. And that means I have to pack up allll of my books and all the crap in my room cause they have to move my furniture, obviously, to put the carpet in. Which in turn requires me to clean out my closet. It needs it badly, but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get my eyebrows waxed today. In like an hour. I should probably get dressed.</content>
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    <title>insert lyric here</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T12:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T12:59:19Z</updated>
    <category term="gilmore girls"/>
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    <content type="html">I've been sick for the past 3 days. I felt terrible on Tuesday and didn't go to work on Wednesday. I tried going yesterday, and about 10 minutes before we were supposed to start serving lunch, I threw up. It was embarrassing. I called Becca and because she's amazing, she came and picked me up and we managed to shove my bike in the back of her car. I don't feel ridiculously sick right now, but that's how I felt yesteday morning, so I'm not taking any chances. Varsity doesn't have any power, or at least their phones are out, so I had to call Mrs. Roach and tell her to tell them that I'm not coming. Those storms last night were, from what I heard, incredibly insane. We must have missed it by not more than a few miles. My mom said she heard that more than 22,000 people were without power just in Livingston County on the radio this morning. It took her 45 minutes to get home yesterday cause of all the trees in the road and power lines. Crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy nominations were yesterday. Nothing spectacular,&amp;nbsp;but &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;got some good stuff and I'm happy that Studio 60 got a few nominations. I can't belive Julia Louis-Dreyfous got nominated &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. That show isn't even that good. And I don't know anyone who watches it. I think she won last year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GG box set is coming out in November and it's quite possibly the ugliest thing I've ever seen. It looks like Barbie stopped in her convertible and threw up all over it. The problem is that is says it has "hours of bonus features" and I am a horrible, horrible sucker for bonus features. Plus I've already got 1-6. I could sell them, but eh. I don't know if I feel like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school packet of info for next year came sometimes last week. That is so depressing. This summer is going by so fast. And I need to make some serious schedule changes, which sucks because everyone and their mother makes changes so it's going to take forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and sister come home from Ft. Wayne tomorrow. That'll be the end of the wonderful peace and quiet. Erin jammed her thumb. Shock. She can't do anything or go anywhere without getting hurt in some way or another. It's all black and blue and purple and swollen so hopefully it's not broken. Although I wouldn't be surprised if it was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might get away with not having any family functions this weekend. Cross your fingers.</content>
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    <title>I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free</title>
    <published>2007-07-13T23:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-13T23:54:17Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Folsom Prison Blues++Johnny Cash</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I thought the summer was going by fast, but this week took for-ever. It didn't help that the crazy religious lady that I work with at camp seemed to be extra religious this week. She's one of the people who think Harry Potter is bad because of the witchcraft. 'Nuff said. Today she was going on about how bothered she was by the fact that her son didn't take her grandson to church. She always asks me if I listen to Christian music. It's a good thing Erin doesn't work there. I have way more self control when it comes to saying things on my mind. Erin-not so much. She says what she wants when she wants and doesn't give a damn who hears it or how insensitive it is. The ladies that work there would probably die of a heart attack after working with her for a day. Erin thinks she'd be able to control herself, but idk. If I get irritated by it, I can't even imagine what she would do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store with Kelly today and we saw these HUGE bags of those Icee popsicles we always used to have as kids. So many flashbacks/memories. Its weird how things are so much different now. If you would have told me a year ago that this was the way things were going to be now, I would have laughed. A lot.&amp;nbsp;I miss the fort building and the walks and bike rides and stupid fights. Back then I thought it'd be so cool to just grow up and get it over with, but now I'd rather be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go see Harry Potter, but I don't know when I'm going to go/don't have anyone to go with. This weekend I might go to the Plymouth art fair with my aunt and my mom. It depends on how much I feel like it. I'm willing to bet I probably won't want to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and Erin leave on Tuesday for Ft. Wayne. 5 whole days without them. Can you say amazing? I'll be coming home to an empty house after work, which means I can relax in peace.</content>
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    <title>If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T16:42:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T16:42:01Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>New York, New York++Frank Sinatra</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I have been trying to update this for a week now, and everytime I go to do so, I get distracted and end up not updating. And of course now that I have the time, I can't think of anything I wanted to put in here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiger game on my dad's birthday got rained out, so instead we waited for 7 hours, that's right, 7 horrible hours, in the car waiting for the fireworks on the Detroit river. The only cool thing about that was being able to say, "Hey look! There's Canada on the other side of the river!" and that's not exciting.&amp;nbsp;The rescheduled game is on August 6th and it's a night game so it should be fun. The other game was a day game, and those are fun, but not as fun as night games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 4th of July, we had the whole family over, except for my Uncle Mike and Aunt Peggy 'cause it's their annniversary. They said they were coming and then called during dinner and said they weren't. Typical of them. Which isn't an insult, it's just how they work. My Aunt Beth, though, got completely wasted. She was half-way there when they all arrived. Other than the fact that it was embarrassing, it was scarring. I walked into my room and she was sitting on my bed laughing and crying and saying all kinds of things that were just..idk.&amp;nbsp;Weird to hear, I guess. I know she's stressed about all the problems with my cousin and stuff, but god. Do you have to try to drown your problems in drinking? I know it's a popular solution, but not only does it not work, your kids don't need to see you like that. They've got enough going on in their lives without their mother showing up drunk. Luckily, I think they're too little to fully know what's going on, but Sara's almost 10, and she's not stupid. She talks like she's 15 and she knows when something's wrong. My mom was beyond pissed (it's her sister). It wasn't even the kind of mad where you go and tell someone off. This was the mad where your voice is so on edge and sharp and shaky that you're afraid to know what you would do if you let yourself get fully mad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to see her today when we go to my Aunt Marcia's house for my cousin's birthday. I have a feeling it'll be awkward. I'm hoping she doesn't remember talking to me though, cause if she doesn't it won't be so bad. But if she does..ugh. It'll be bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have more than $1,000 in my bank account. I dunno why, but that's exciting to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get dressed at some point. I haven't been doing anything but watching I Love Lucy, Gilmore Girls, Lauren interviews, and Lucille Ball movies/interviews. *nods* It's pretty sad. All I do is watch TV/movies, work, eat, and sleep. Looks promising, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>sometimes I get the feeling that I'm stranded in the wrong time</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T22:03:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-23T22:03:46Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Is It Any Wonder? + Keane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So. As boring/painful/dreadful work can be, I'm really glad I have two jobs. It's not just the money, but it keeps me busy and it breaks up the day. Not to mention, both of my bosses are really nice people who are willing to work around my schedule when it needs working around. Even though the actual job sucks sometimes, I like working. It makes me feel like I actually accomplished something other than watching 3 movies in a row.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Netflix. I &amp;lt;3 it. Searching for movies on there is addicting. Last night&amp;nbsp;I watched the Judy Garland version of &lt;em&gt;A Star Is Born, &lt;/em&gt;which is three hours. I've never been a freak about Judy Garland, not that she's bad, she's amazing, I've just never watched that many of her movies other than &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz, &lt;/em&gt;but I loved this movie. Like a lot. It's the only three hour movie I've ever been able to sit through without wanting to get up and was actually mad at myself for having to pause it so I could go to the bathroom. The extras were cool, too. They had all this footage from the premiere, which looked insane. There was the same number of people there, if not more, that there were at the Academy Awards that year. Crazy. Plus, in that footage was some rare Lucy/Desi clips and interviews which was a nice surprise. Anyway, I've watched it twice since it got here, so if you haven't seen it, rent it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my sister and her friend to see &lt;em&gt;Evan Almighty &lt;/em&gt;today. The plot was kinda weak, which I expected, but it was still cute. Steve &amp;amp; Lauren are way too cute together. Seriously Matty, watch out. Even if Steve is married. Hah, speaking of Matty, "Fatty had a party and nobody came." That Conan interview=priceless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to my grandparents house for my dad and uncle's birthday. I think this is the first time I've seen the whole family together since Erin's birthday party. Which means that it would have been more than a month. Do you know what kind of record that is? It's unheard of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is my dad's actual birthday and we're taking him to the Tiger game. They better win. I'm taking the day off from work and losing money, so that's the least they can do ;)</content>
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    <title>Is it alright if I sit here tonight?</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T02:02:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T02:02:24Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Symmetry++Edwin Derricutt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SCHOOL IS DONE. :-). &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;I got a B on my math final, and that's without the extra credit added. I was happy. I know that my overall grades in English, History, and Gym are all A's. Math I think will be a B+ or a B. I don't know what I got on Biology or Spanish. I seriously think I failed Bio. The exam was so much harder than I was expecting. And of course Mr. Muscoe didn't have the grades up like everyone else this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started work at the dollar store today. It's not bad. Boring at times when there's a huge lull. I think that's how you spell it. The only problem is that the only station that comes in on the radio is country. 5 straight hours of nothing but country music does not sit well with me. One day when I open, I'm gonna play with it and see if I can get ANYTHING else. I figured out that with both my Varsity job and the dollar store, I'll be making about $760 a month between the two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop listening to Edwin Derricutt. His voice is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought a texting deal of send/receive 250 a month, I think. Surprising, but I think he likes it, which is just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the World War II Veteran memorial with my dad yesterday for my great-great uncle. It was really nice. And very moving. I hardly knew the guy, but it still made me so sad. Some of my distant family was there, and whenever we see them, they're always so peppy and hyper, but I've never seen any of them that solemn before. Obviously they won't be jumping up and down at a burial or anything, but still. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!for Lauren on Jay Leno tonight.</content>
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    <title>all the lonely people, where do they all come from?</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T23:35:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-07T23:39:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Today was the last full day of school. That makes me happy. Just three more days of finals, and that's it. I'm procrastinating like no other right now. I studied for History, but I just have no desire to study for English. Weird, since I usually love English, but I just don't feel like it right now. This week has gone by so slowly. Today went pretty fast, but other than that, ridiculously slow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I had to go to a golf outing with my dad and take pictures of all the people. I made $30, so I'm not really complaining. Other than the fact that it was 90 degrees outside, it wasn't that bad. I went to Barnes and Noble afterwards and spent 2 hours in there just looking. I finally ended up buying &lt;u&gt;Shopgirl&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Love, Lucy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt; I heart books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is fairly packed with crap to do. Tomorrow is the Act2 picnic and since my great-great Uncle Freddy died yesterday, we'll be going to the viewing tomorrow as well. Saturday is the actual service which I don't think we're going to since it's waaaaaay far away. But on Saturday, Erin has a basketball tournament, Ashely's graduation party is in the afternoon, and I'm supposed to babysit from 6 till late. Sunday is my cousins birthday party and studying for exams. Then Monday, exams, and then right after that, my dad is picking me up from school and we're going to this thing for my Uncle Freddy. I can't remember the exact term for it, but because he was a World War II veteran, they have a service for him at the place he's being buried with the 21 gun salute and all that stuff. I think it's 21 guns. I don't remember. And then the last day of school is Tuesday, which is exciting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that Mr. Williams' (the tech/set director for all the plays) wife died yesterday. Too much death lately. Too much sad and not enough happy. My sister started making fun of my Aunt Dorothy's hair (Uncle Freddy's wife; it's WAY white and she's been wearing it in a beehive for the last 66 years) today and my dad looked at her and said, "Do you know why she wore it that way? 'Cause that's how Uncle Freddy liked it. He told her he liked it that way and so she went and had it done and it's been that way ever since. 66 years." That made me sadder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should at least &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to concentrate on studying.</content>
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    <title>I never tried to make the best of my time when I thought that I had plenty of it</title>
    <published>2007-05-28T04:03:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-28T13:25:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Two and a half weeks since I last updated this thing. That has to be some sort of record for me.&amp;nbsp;I don't know how to sum up those past weeks, so this is just random stuff with pictures/details about my San Diego trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Gilmore Ramblings"&gt;GG is done and I'm sad. It's weird to think there's never going to be another new episode. Ever. I really hope they don't do that TV movie everyone's been talking about. It'd be nice to see the cast back together again, but seriously. No. Don't do it. Don't ruin the series. Don't turn it into another Brady Buch disaster. Please. I did like the finale though. It tied up loose ends, enough to not leave you questioning what would happen with the characters, but not so much that it didn't make you not want to see more, if that makes any sense at all, which it probably doesn't since it's the longest sentence ever. And the end scene *sigh* I have to hand it to DR. Sometimes I hated him, but he handled it pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;About a week and a half ago I went to San Diego with Kaitlyn. It was so much fun. It wasn't that sunny..at all, but it was still really fun. That part of California is so beautiful and, smog-free for the most part which is nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I wanna go back to San Diego"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaitlyn and her dad picked me up at 4:30 in the morning on Friday (the 18th just in case you were &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wondering). We drove to the airport and her dad travels a lot, so we got to go to the World Club which was nice. I felt all fancy, and they have the most amazing espresso ever. The comfy couches and chairs don't suck either. We flew for about an hour and a half or so and then stopped in Minneapolis/St. Paul, changed planes, and then flew into San Diego. We got to fly over the Grand Canyon and the Rocky Mountains which was a pretty cool view from the plane. We were exhausted by the time we got there, so we went to a beach and slept even though it wasn't sunny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Kaitlyn's dad had to work so we just sort of layed around the hotel for a while. Kaitlyn wanted to work out, and I was like...haha...yeah..I'm good with staying right here, thanks. So she went and did that and then we went swimming for a while and had these super good virgin strawberry dackery's (I have no idea how to spell that). They were amazing. Later on, we went out to eat with her dad and then he had to go back to work, so we went shopping at the outdoor mall there. It's the coolest thing. It's too bad it's not warmer in Michigan cause it's so neat how everything is outside, then you walk into a store, buy what you want, walk back out, and you're outside again. It sounds stupid for getting so excited about it, but it's cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Kaitlyn had food poisoning. We think it was from the burger from the night before. We tried to go to Sea World and we did walk around a little bit, but she was just too sick so we ended up taking a cab back since her dad was working again. Kind of a lost day, but oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we went to Mexico and shopped in Tijuana. That was fun, but I am so glad I don't live there. The rest of Mexico probably isn't like that, especially since Tijuana is a shopping/tourist district, but good lord. People just don't give up when they want to sell you something. It's amazing. One girl who was selling rose's followed us for five freaking blocks before I finally told her that I didn't have any money left. Going through customs or whatever wasn't fun. Those guys make me so nervous and I sounded like a babbling idiot when he asked what my citizenship was. Um, how 'bout you put your gun away and then I'll tell you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we flew back. Five hour flights are not fun. They're long. Very, very long. My dad picked us up at the airport and then we just went home and slept. Luckily, I missed the jetlag for the most part. That night I had trouble falling asleep, but the day wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. There's tons of pictures in my photobucket :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's waaaaaaaaaaay more pictures in my photobucket, but these are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Some pictures "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to see, but that's the harbor (at night, obviously)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* A median of palm trees. The two bulidings in the background is where we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the outdoor mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City view from our room. Andddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbor/ocean view :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple trees. Does it get much better than that? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, while the next two are cheesy like you wouldn't believe, they had this little village behind our hotel and in it, there was a store called American Nostalgia. Guess what I found :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/DSC02964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the biggest loser ever and I'm pretty sure Kaitlyn though I had completely lost it, but I couldn't help it. The now sit proudly in my room. Hahah. I still can't believe I bought those. You should have seen the look on my dad's face when he saw it. He stared, laughed, then said "That's awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome trip if you ask me :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Here's the link to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e151/catiegirl916010/San%20Diego/?mediafilter=images"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna see the rest of the pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;guest password: pirates</content>
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