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  <title>Get off the couch</title>
  <subtitle>amy</subtitle>
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  <updated>2004-08-18T16:14:06Z</updated>
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    <title>__stripitaway__ @ 2004-08-18T12:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-18T16:14:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Olympic badmiton is awesome! Shon Seung Mo is a badass.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 8 miles monday. 5 yesterday plus 2 hours tennis. Just biked an hour and did pilates ab workout. That shit is tough. Jeeees. Hoping to get in pool this afternoon. Feeling better now that I'm getting back in shape. Look better naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought new sheets yesterday. I'm seriously turning into my mom. I was so excited! Over 350 thread count sheets?!? What the fuck? And then we spend 25 amazing minutes trying to find the best towels with the strongest hem and thickest terry cloth...Hot damn. I'm also turning into a neat freak, which is especially odd. I can't wait to organize my dorm room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda hungry but it's too early for lunch. I think I'll go waste some time by alphabetizing my bookcase.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;amy</content>
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    <title>__stripitaway__ @ 2004-08-16T09:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-16T13:15:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Buying 20 15mg of adderall from fat girl at school today. Couldn't be more excited. It's not like I'm doing anything too illegal. My dad used to prescribe the shit for me for take tests but now the laws are getting stricter since people abuse this drug.</content>
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    <title>__stripitaway__ @ 2004-08-15T20:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-16T00:53:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dind't run. Fuck. Went out to dinner with dad and this girl Kristen who's been living with us for a month. She sucks. I don't know how we know her but I feel she uses our family for our money, our house for it's convenience to Harvard Square and our cars for well, what cars do. It was a sad dinner. Mom's coming back from california tomorow so it was our last night free. I hate eating. Why didn't I run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow going to a party with people fom work. I plan on getting very drunk. And I will not eat anything tomorow only to increase my drunkness and decrease my waste. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my camera.&lt;br /&gt;I packed most of my shit today. Now I have no clothes. I haven't showered in a few days which is quite disgusting considering I am mostly a neat freak. I am more like my mom every day which is terribly frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printing pictures from www.radiohead.com on glossy paper. I wish I could make these things. They're quite intriguing. People may consider them strange but I especially enjoy them. I suggest you take a peak.</content>
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    <title>__stripitaway__ @ 2004-08-15T10:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T14:33:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Raining. Fuck. No tennis today unless I go indoors and I'm not doing that. Wouldn't mind playing some squash, but don't exactly see that happening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't run today, will shoot myself. It's necessary or I will have ass beaten to pulp when I arrive at school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my camera...Trying to read paper more often. I'll go work on that.</content>
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    <title>new name</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T02:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T14:30:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I started another new lj partly because I had some odd people reading my old one and partly because I enjoy filling out the "my interests" section thing...&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walked to Square with dad. Bought some shirts and shorts. Walked into the Tannery and saw shallow girl from school working there. Pretended not to notice her with little success. She was very excited to see me and we talked more in 5 minutes than we've ever before. She made me try on trendy tight pants and said I looked "cute." I was embarassed because I gained weight since end of school year and our only prior conversations revolved about how skinny I am and how she's unsuccessful at dieting.&lt;br&gt;My t-shirts are pretty rad. One's blue and says "nice looking bass" with a picture of a fish on it. It's not one of those cheesy/funny shirts you see dumb people wearing. It almost borders classy. Bought another shirt which is nice color and a long sleeve shirt too. Two pairs of shorts, same style different colors. It's weird, in the past few days I've done more shopping than in the past few years. Going to college 3000 miles away I guess kinda forces you to get a few things...&lt;br&gt;Played about 2 hours or tennis with dad. He passed out so played another 2 hours with random folks at the club. Came home, tried to go swimming with dad in neighbor's pool but gate locked. Hopped fence but dad was too old and fat to make it. Came home binged, felt bad so binged more and watched tv. Didn't run today and feel shitty and dissapointed. Didn't run yesterday and feel shittier and dissapointedier.&lt;br&gt;Watching Kill Bill 2 with dad--good bonding day with him. I love tennis, Especially when I play well. Planning on playing tomorow with Ben. I don't have too many friends but Ben and I are pretty tight. We have an odd relationship revolving mostly around tennis and awkward sexual endeavors. I'm not sure who's using who but I figure it's good practice cause I'll probably fuck around too much at college and it'd be nice to be considered a good lay. He can't really keep it up so I know he's not really using me and can't really hurt me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalpct.com/Pictures/CanonS50/Image02.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;my camera&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--once this arrives I will probably post too many pictures because I enjoy myself&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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