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  <title>I Memorize The Words To The Porno Movie</title>
  <subtitle>It's The Only Thing I Want To Believe</subtitle>
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    <name>Amy</name>
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  <updated>2005-07-15T02:32:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:65251</id>
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    <title>Get license.  Check.  Totalled a car.  Check.</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T02:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T02:32:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think it's about time for a funny little story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at approx. 12:00pm, I, Amy Holsten, got my driver's license.  Missed 4 points.  In a car I had never driven before, because mine did not have proof of insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove around for a few hours, calling people, trying to find someone to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding no one, I took a trip out to the country to see my grandparents before my grandpa leaves for a month and a half.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie calls.  We decide to meet at the Coffee House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive down Gibson Canyon, going 45-50.  Lose control of the car.  Roll off the road, and I flip the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is most likely totalled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom, still upside down in the car, listening to My Chemical Romance.  She thinks I am kidding.  I then call Melanie to tell her I can't meet her for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy helps me out.  One calls the police.  A woman talks me out of hysteria.  The fire dept. gets there.  Then Melanie.  Then my grandparents.  Then Cliff.  Then my aunt.  Then my dad.  Then the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still more upsed about the car.  I guess I have marks from the seatbelt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hear it for licensed driving.  I rock.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:64943</id>
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    <title>The Absence Of Title</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T06:33:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T06:33:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Cliff and Melanie brought me my kitten yesterday.  She is adorable.  But she kept me up all night last night.  It really is like having a baby.  I was exhausted this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I ARE GOING TO hang out this weekend.  EOS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff is leaving this weekend.  So Amy will be a sad sad girl.  I am on his computer right now.  He is sleeping.  He's cute.  I love him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move out of town and change my name and start a new life where no one knows me.  Most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could get going with the art.  I just can't seem to get that shit off the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think the cat names are down to Kizzle, Marla, Cash Money, Cat-tastic or Killer.  Still no decision yet though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to get the last of 4 teeth drilled.  Tomorrow morning.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Cliff lets me use his computer all the time I am starting to go DJ/LJ crazy again.  MeH...?  It happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall ehd for now on that note.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:64693</id>
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    <title>Amidst The Summer Vacation Fun</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T23:21:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T23:21:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rocks Tonic Juice Magic by Saves The Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just never seem to get around to updating anymore.  It's a sad sad thing really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bad Seniors.  Isn't that just dandy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifford is amazing.  He got me a kitten.  With Mel and her mom.  I get it tomorrow.  I am so excited.  Its a siamese.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its been almost 3 months for he and I.  Hella cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have my license soon.  Which would be just glorious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we may have a game of car hide and seek in the country.  Were meeting at Vaca High at 8 if anyone is interested.  Bring a partner, both must have cell phones.  Bring a flashlight too.  Call me if you want to join or want details.  688-1694.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just don't know.  A lot has happened, but not much I feel like writing about.  Considering I am on Cliff's computer.  This is all for now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:64264</id>
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    <title>Back With A Vengence</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T21:47:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T21:47:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Library...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My goodness.  It has been over 2 months since my last update thingy.  I suck at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo...what has Amy been up to since then?  You needn't ask because I shall tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy has a boyfriend.  He's cool.  We like him.  It's Cliff.  Yes it is.  It was a month last Friday the 13th.  We're one hot couple.  DAMN GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have 2 police reports filed against me now for domestic violence.  Which is APPARENTLY illegal.  One with my mom and one with Sean.  But Sean had that shit coming.  He deserved it and he knows it.  It's all good now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...turned 17 on May 15th.  Cliff and Melanie threw me a party the Friday before.  They're hella cool.  I love them to points of illness.  I got a lot of sexual shit, too.  Underwear, condoms, vibrator, massage, orgasm, body frosting?  All in all I came out on top.  Well...on the bottom but I prefer that most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is making me go to a psychologist who is refering me to a psychiatrist for the possibility of medication.  And I'm going to anger management now which makes me very angry and does not help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job at Solano Baking Co.  But I have not started working yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smells familiar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ass load of homework to do right now that I should be doing but I'm not.  Procrastinators, UNITE!!!  Well...maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there has to be more than this.  This has been an eventful 2 1/2 months.  Summer is almost here.  YES!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.  I think that's all I have to say right now.  It's over.  You killed it.  Just stop talking because you suck at life and you should just crawl into a hole and DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go my way, I'll be home watching Will &amp; Grace by 3:30.  I &amp;lt;3 collaborative days.  And all that jazz.</content>
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    <title>Rough Day</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T14:25:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T14:25:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't even know how to say all of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Sean and I broke up.  I'm beyond devastated.  But we decided it's just mainly a title change.  Which I hate.  But I want him to be happy.  So if this is what he wants...so be it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam came over with cookie dough then took me to Cliff's to be babysat or what I like to say...Suicide Watch.  They really did a lot to make me alright.  I took yesterday a lot better than I thought I would.  Probably because of what Sean and I talked about and I guess agreed upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam took me home and my mom was super pissed.  I told her what happened.  And then the next thing I know were in the midst of a fist fight.  The whole left side of my face is hella bruised and scratched and this morning in the shower I lost A LOT of hair.  She tried to call the cops on me.  But instead called my grandma and uncle which I told her I'd never forgive her for because she knows how I hate him.  And he almost hit me.  She called my dad and he came to pick me up and I spent the night here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a field trip today for Anatomy to UC Davis to tour the campus and see the anatomy lab.  Dead bodies...YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I would have to say yesterday was one of the worst I've ever had.  But I don't really know what to say about it.  She took my cell phone which sucks hella hard.  I don't need pity or sympathy.  I just needed to get this all out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:63925</id>
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    <title>Actually...It's a mid-size SUV</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T21:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T21:37:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Sean wants me to do an update.  So that is what I'm doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job.  It was alright but I hated working every weekend.  I much enjoy spending time with certain other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I have hit roughly 4 1/2 months.  I love him more than he could imagine.  That's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next weekend we will engage in the Battle of the Beta Championship Games.  If that fish wants to be my fish, he has to fight for it.  Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did a lot of driving and such.  My dad and I watched most of The Wall.  And we also watched The Wizard of Oz and played Dark Side of the Moon.  Interesting.  Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we moved from my mom's into a condo.  Sean and I painted my room black &amp; white.  Cool shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did hella bad on my last report card thingy.  I got like a 2.83.  That's awful.  And I have Psychology this semester.  Cool shit.  I like it a lot.  I'm a geek.  I like school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea got my permit 3 weeks ago.  Obviously.  I'm about to go drive home.  I'm in Sac right now.  I think I'm gonna go spend time with my boo.  I miss him.  And love him.  And all that mushy gushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn my stage fright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sean...I don't know what else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.</content>
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    <title>Cute.</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T19:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T19:45:22Z</updated>
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    <title>Welcome To The Working Class</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T05:37:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-09T05:37:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Hard working American citizen Amy"&lt;br /&gt;"Working class Amy"&lt;br /&gt;"Tax paying Amy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I totally got a job.  Went in for an interview on Friday and in about 2 minutes he told me when I was working and how much I was making and see you tomorrow and all that good stuff.  I now work at Strings Italian Café.  I'm a hostess.  It's actually pretty fun.  Yea, I like it.  I do not, however, like that he has my schedule as Friday, Saturday and Sunday 5pm-10pm every week.  That's going to cut back on the social life...that I don't really have in the first place.  Hah.  I have to smile like ALL THE TIME.  That's grrrrrrrrreat.  Hehe.  But yea other than that its pretty cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I really have to say.  Besides I love Sean.  3 1/2 months and...well still relatively alright.  =)  I love that boy a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that's it.</content>
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    <title>Heck Yes I Am</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T21:46:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T21:46:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ape Dos Mil by Glassjaw</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=2253"&gt;"What Kinda Kiss R U?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/2253/res2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tender Kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;The tender kiss is the feeling where you can be anywhere and show your feelings.</content>
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    <title>Hella Fun Times</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T04:19:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T04:23:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pink Floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amy Adventure #4693212 : The Great Television Quest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approx. 5:00 PM on this Sunday evening my father informed me of his mission to aquire a new 27" television for our family/game room.  I decided to join him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a short drive to the local Wal-Mart™.  Quick run in.  And a last minute change of plans.  My father opted for the 32".  We manage to fit it in the cart, pay, and leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attempt at getting it into the car was not quite as easy.  32" television.  Compact car.  Hyundai Accent to be specific.  In about 10 minutes we got it out of the box and into the backseat.  The only possible way we can get it in our car and home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home was easy enough.  And now we must get the television from the car into the house.  As my father is pulling it out of the car and I am going to get the dolly it slips.  And hits the ground.  We get it onto the dolly, roll it inside and have a look-see.  The screen was scratched.  Now I didn't think it was that bad.  I told them that you can get them out with some of that stuff you use on glasses to remove scratches.  But Tiff thought it was too scratched and wanted it taken back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course...my father being whipped...we go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were loading it back into the car I say..."I have just one sound for you...*whip sound*".  He gave me a dirty look.  Sorry, it's true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to Wal-Mart™.  Load it into a cart.  Almost drop it until these 2 people run over and help us.  Wheel it back into the store.  Stand in the return line.  Get the cash back.  Get another television.  Pay.  Leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading it into the car was a lot easier the second time.  We have it down to a science.  Yada yada yada.  We got it home.  Did NOT drop it this time.  And now I'm sitting here watching it.  Gr-reat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella fun.  I should get back to arranging my room.  Yep.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Merry Fuckin' Christmas</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T20:43:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T20:43:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Summer Romance by Incubus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yea so it wasn't the best Xmas ever, but I didn't expect it to be.  Whateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at my dad's.  Woke everyone up.  Tried to get everyone to get ready so we could go to my mom's house.  I was talking about how today I should become bulimic and just eat then go puke and eat some more.  Then not even 1 minute after I finish talking about that our dog that I HATE pukes on my dad and Tiff's bed RIGHT in front of Tiff.  Maybe I'm a horrible person, but I thought that was a good start to the day.  Hella funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got all pissy because everyone was being SUPER slow and threw a remote at the wall.  I threw it kind of soft though so it only left a dent in the wall.  Next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnnnd....at my mom's I got hella CD's and a couple DVD's.  Evolution (Seann William Scott...*drool*), America's Sweethearts (John Cusack...*drool*), and Death To Smoochy (Edward Norton...*drool*).  Totally.  And some clothes as usual.  And this Atari joystick game set thingy.  Hella awesome.  I was hella playing that shit last night.  But I can't play it right now because I can't find my remote here and can't change my TV to input.  Thus, the reason I am updating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my grandma's house and ate.  Totally.  Yum.  Opened presents.  I got the usual lame stuff.  'Cept my aunt got me this 170 piece art set.  Fuck yea.  And I ended up playing with my sister's toys all night.  As usual.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 word...cheesecake...is it cake or is it pie?  That was what Justin and I talked about last night.  Anywho.  Cheesecake.  'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sean called me.  Which made me like so excited I could have cried.  I was totally like "eeeeeeeeeeee!!!"  HELLA happy.  That made my day okay.  I love him.  Yes I do.  Oh yea, did I mention I love Sean?  Because I do.  Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is time for a quest.  I need to find my remote. And I'm off.</content>
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    <title>Back In Sac</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T05:20:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T05:20:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Atomic Punk by Van Halen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">AC/DC reference.  Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mystery of the &lt;i&gt;freezing&lt;/i&gt; bedroom has been solved.  Thank goodness.  That was a Titanic event waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...so Merry Christmas Eve Day.  I got presents today at my dad's.  Stuff from him and Tiff and my grandma.  It's funny how she still thinks I'm 7.  Ehh...anywho.  I got a mini fridge for my room.  Cool shit.  And a new stereo thingy.  Mounts on the wall.  Hella cool.  And we played this DVD movie game my sister and I got.  My dad and I were one team and Tiff and Erica were the other.  We OWNED!!!  Hella bad.  You bet.  56-13.  What now hoes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally stated reading Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.  Not only my favourite Disney movie, but one of my favourite stories cuz it's just so CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new Palahniuk book a few days ago too.  Stranger Than Fiction.  It's a non-fiction one.  Hadn't seen it anywhere before so I hella got that shit.  Along with the Lewis Carroll one, a Washington Irving one and an Edgar Allan Poe book.  Fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving again.  This time from my mom's to a condo.  Hella close to Sean.  That's gonna be...interesting.  And a total kink-fest.  I mean what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a family vacation in order.  Late February.  My mom and sister and I.  Probably Sean too.  Also Kate's whole family plus Ryan.  Disneyland.  So even though I don't really like that place, it'll be alright if Sean is with me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean is totally gone until Monday.  But I'm not as jdhfjhsdljfhsd as I thought I would be.  Not yet anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm PMSing.  Well....I should KNOW that kind of thing now.  Ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for still having another week of vacation.  That rocks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...we got this wireless keyboard and a wireless mouse.  Tiff was like "What do you think of these?" and held up the mouse.  I said "Yea...it's cool 'til we lose it...which we will" and all she said was "...yea...".  Hmmmm...DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've run out of things as far as this entry goes.  Be safe, kids.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:62100</id>
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    <title>Zeppelin Rocks My Socks</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T18:42:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T18:43:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was going to do Sublime, but I figured I'd leave that one to Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_deenie_tot' lj:user='deenie_tot' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deenie-tot.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://deenie-tot.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deenie_tot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a band/artist and answer only in song titles by that band: Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;Are you female or male: Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: Trampled Underfoot&lt;br /&gt;How do some people feel about you: What Is And What Should Never Be&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself: Dazed And Confused&lt;br /&gt;Describe your ex boyfriend: Communication Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Describe your current boyfriend: Whole Lotta Love&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you want to be: Over The Hills And Far Away&lt;br /&gt;Describe what you want to be: Fool In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you live: Ten Years Gone&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you love: All My Love&lt;br /&gt;Share a few words of wisdom: The Song Remains The Same</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:61783</id>
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    <title>YAY</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T17:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T17:12:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;HAPPY LEIF ERICSON DAY, MOLLY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I mean birthday.  You know how we do.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:61655</id>
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    <title>I Love This Song</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T16:29:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T16:29:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Collide by Howie Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yep...I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find, you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet, you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find, you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my place&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find, you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find &lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:61194</id>
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    <title>Yep</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T05:08:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T05:08:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Progress Report:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE - A&lt;br /&gt;English - C (Thanks Sean =P)&lt;br /&gt;Alg II - B&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy - A&lt;br /&gt;History - C&lt;br /&gt;Span II - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, they kind of fucking suck.  But whatever.  I can get up to a 3.0 by the report card.  MeH...?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:61172</id>
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    <title>I Rock.  Love Me.</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T04:06:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T04:06:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Oh man we ate at the GREATEST Italian place today.  Romano's Macaroni Grill or whatever it's called.  They should call it &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!  It fucking ROCKED!!!  And I had this AMAZING dessert thing.  I could have died.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went madd shopping today.  Got hella ducky shit for my and my sister's bathroom.  And I decorated tonight.  Yea, I rock.  It's so cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock just struck on the hour and I totally mistook it for the doorbell.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm about to go in the hot tub.  Because I can.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:60789</id>
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    <title>Mmhmm.</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T19:51:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T19:51:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sooooooooooooo...looks like I finally have internet again at my dad's.  Cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this place for the first time last night.  It's...big.  Compared to what I'm used to.  We have a hot tub.  So I think there's a hot tub party in order soon.  Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can get on to my roof from my room which is pretty cool.  Never been able to do that.  And I can get into the attic from my room.  So that'll be a nice hide-n-seek hiding spot.  MUAH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitty's handling the move well.  SHES MY BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love Katie.  She's so cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnnd...I love Sean.  Yes, it's true.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:60420</id>
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    <title>Long Time No Update</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T00:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T00:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So where the hell has Amy been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllllllllll....I've been to the doctor like 3 times in the past month.  God, that just never gets old.  I got to piss in a cup again today.  Actually, 2 cups.  That was weird and slightly difficult.  And I got to do that less than a week ago too.  Boy oh boy I just LOVE going to the doctor all the time.  Ehhh...I don't mind it all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I are doing great.  As far as I know anyway.  So...yes.  It's been about 2 1/2 months now.  Things are up and down but I guess that's pretty normal.  I'm also just way insecure and crazy and I know it so I try not to freak too bad.  But...ehh...sometimes I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm....I got in kind of a big fight with my mom a little bit back.  She took away my phone but I have it back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like dying.  I feel like shit lately.  Mostly physically though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved last weekend.  From my dad's anyway.  To Sac.  He gave me his truck but there's a lot of work to be done on it.  And I want something else anyway so we're probably going to fix it up and trade it in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on those short stories.  This is more aimed toward Justin.  I'm such a procrastinator.  Something like that.  Anywho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to piss.  But I don't want to.  *cries*</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Happy Birthday Justin</title>
    <published>2004-11-21T22:05:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-21T22:05:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTIN!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that's all.</content>
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    <title>Employment Perhaps</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T03:30:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-16T03:30:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Crowley by Ozzy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Who has a job interview at Target tomorrow?  Oh that's right...AMY DOES!!!  Wish me luck.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:59681</id>
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    <title>Fight Club = Life</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T04:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T04:22:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jamie's Crying by Van Halen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;We went to Barnes &amp; Noble tonight.  I got Fight Club.  I can't wait to get started with it.  Since I already know I LOVED the movie.  And I've heard the book is a bit different.  YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got Murillo's for dinner.  Which rocked.  Yes it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From eating so many sour skittles my tongue and the roof of my mouth is RAW.  If I suck on my tongue hard enough I can taste blood.  Yum yum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I have some homework and reading to attend to...&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:artist_at_large:59429</id>
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    <title>Adventures In Babysitting</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T00:53:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-14T00:53:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Going to babysit the brats soon.  No they aren't brats.  And by that I mean my 5 and 2 year old cousins.  Should be fun.  Wish me luck?  Someone can call my cell if they so desire.  I should be babysitting from about 5:30-8:00 or so.  Someone better text me.  I'm expecting them now.  Send 'em.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm Officially Happy I'm Not With Him</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T00:34:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-14T00:34:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Chris: do you think that you could help me out&lt;br /&gt;Me: with what?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: alicia&lt;br /&gt;Me: how?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Chris: your could with your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Chris: good*&lt;br /&gt;Me: you have a hell of a lot of nerve, Christopher&lt;br /&gt;Chris: i know&lt;br /&gt;Chris: you know i would help you out with chris&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would never ask you to&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because that is fucked up beyond words&lt;br /&gt;Chris: im sure&lt;br /&gt;Chris: why because i am way sexier than he is&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hardly&lt;br /&gt;Chris: is that why you were hitting on him the entire time we were going out&lt;br /&gt;Me: I NEVER hit on Chris, NOT ONCE&lt;br /&gt;Chris: im just playn&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I would NEVER go for Chris&lt;br /&gt;Chris: so about alicia&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't think I can help you&lt;br /&gt;Chris: can you at least try&lt;br /&gt;Chris: please&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, let me reword that....&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't think I WILL help you&lt;br /&gt;Chris: ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Chris: why not&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: thats what i said&lt;br /&gt;Chris: i think?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Give me one good reason why I should help you&lt;br /&gt;Me: What have you done for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seriously&lt;br /&gt;Chris: cause we went out for 8 months&lt;br /&gt;Chris: ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's all the more reason for me not to help you&lt;br /&gt;Chris: ouch&lt;br /&gt;Chris: please&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Chris: you suck&lt;br /&gt;Me: If anything, I'll be telling her to stay away from you&lt;br /&gt;Me: But thats about it&lt;br /&gt;Chris): thats not right&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh its not, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: no its not&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry, but I'm not going to help you mess up another one&lt;br /&gt;Chris: mess up another what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't worry about it&lt;br /&gt;Chris: you turned out fine didnt you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't really say&lt;br /&gt;Chris: whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prick.</content>
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    <title>Cemeteries Rock My Socks</title>
    <published>2004-11-13T21:21:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-13T21:21:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Diary Of A Madman by Ozzy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;We ordered my powderpuff jersey this morning.  I'm number 77.  Hehehe...inside joke with Sean.  I still have to turn in the form for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the cd my dad just bought me.  "The Essnecials : Ozzy Osbourne".  I've only listened to half of the 1st CD so far.  I think I like Goodbye To Romance the best so far.  Good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got a new house.  It's in Sac.  It's 2 stories which is what I've always wanted.  It's apparently pretty big.  And the seller for me....it is right across the street from a cemetery.  I mean RIGHT across the street.  From my front door you can turn around and see it.  And there's only 5 houses on the street.  And on both sides of the street are 2 really big vacant lots.  So...that rocks pretty hard.  Plus my dad says when I get my permit and a job (which I might be applying for a couple soon) then I get his truck.  He's cute little 95 or 96 Chevy S10.  It's a stick so I have to learn to do that but after I do it'll be great.  So then I'll be way more willing to come up there.  Especially because....CEMETERY!!!  VACANT LOTS!!!  CEMETERY!!!  Kind of sick that that's what did it for me.  But that's me for you.  I'm a sick person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to take me to check it out right now.  So I guess this update is finished.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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