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  <title>say what you want</title>
  <subtitle>you won't make it home tonight</subtitle>
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    <name>amber &lt;3</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-17T17:31:13Z</updated>
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    <title>moved.</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T17:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T17:31:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've moved, mostly because I want a journal again. One with no attatchments and previous histories. you can now find me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='drhope' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://drhope.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://drhope.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;drhope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;if you really want to enquire. it doesn't have a fancy background, cute mood themes, or very many userpics. just pure me. so, if you want to add it, go ahead. if not- i could care less. i don't have one of these so others can read about me, i have it so that i can just type out the crap in my head to make it easier to sort out and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.</content>
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    <title>sink or swim</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T06:23:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T06:23:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Hola Livejournal! Long time no type.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, life hasn't been going as well as I would anticipate. But I suppose you can't win them all, &amp;amp; I've resorted back to a life of self-destruction to try &amp;amp; fill that void. I'm coming to terms with my ultimate failures, &amp;amp; have realized that this is going to either be a revalation, or the death of me. Whichever demon decides to reveal itself first. A blend of the two could happen, perhaps. Only time will tell. I get done with finals on Thursday. I need a break, I need to go home, I need to get away from Greek Life. Hell, I have many needs. Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more once i figure out which path to take.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-11-09T16:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T21:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T21:26:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lets just say, I feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yano, how in Toy Story, Andy forgets all about Woody for Buzz Lightyear?&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I feel right now. Like Woody. But- I'm not going to push Buzz out the window, because that just means that I'd have to go rescue him. Fuckkk that. I think I'll just stay under the bed with the other toys...</content>
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    <title>mmm</title>
    <published>2006-11-06T20:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-06T20:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life has been busy. Vair busy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie- i've made my fair share of PLD's already, &amp;amp; its only november. Formal is on the 18th, I can't wait. I'm going with Ryry &amp;amp; even though i'm a bit hesitant, it'll be a blast.&amp;nbsp; I just gotta find a dress that fits me :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;lt;3 my roomie, my new members &amp;amp; I hate this one girl who dropped who was my little. That i spent over $300 on, for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is analogies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-10-07T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T03:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T03:19:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forgot what being home was like. Its part love, part hate. I love physically being in my house, with my fat ass cat &amp; dog. I hate the drama of my friends. When you grow up, you always think how you &amp; your best friend will be friends forever, you'll do everything together. go to school together, go on double dates together, go shopping, drive around, live together, grow old together. everything. everything together. I'm starting to feel like "best friends" is only a title that gets slapped on to a pair of people who have known each other for way too long &amp; know too much about each other to ever let go. And the friends I make in college, you can't call them the "best" because best is defined as better then everything else. &amp; if you haven't known them as long how can you be sure they are better then the old 'best friend'? you can't. and currently, the majority of these people i consider "friends" and i'd go as far to even say &lt;i&gt;sisters&lt;/i&gt; aren't that at all. life is changing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend. I'm going to be a godmother. I still feel unappreciated &amp; unwanted. And yet- I just can't seem to get out of bed some mornings because i don't want the world to keep spinning while i'm only holding on with one hand. I know what happens when I hang on with both- and i don't want it. I don't want life to go on without me anymore, but I really do wish it would slow down a bit. Long enough for me to figure out what i'm doing &amp; what i want.&lt;br /&gt;just a little.</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-09-04T11:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T16:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T16:05:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know what is so wrong with me. I spend too much time dwelling on what i shouldn't, which in turn ruins the here and now. I need a break. I need to not explore my own mind. To not think. To stop being so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Coordinate brain &amp; mouth&lt;br /&gt;then ask me what its like to have myself so figured out.&lt;br /&gt;wish i knew....&lt;br /&gt;I just want to believe...</content>
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    <title>back at school  :)</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T16:28:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T16:28:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally got my internet! Thank god for Shed. He came over &amp; hooked up wireless in the triple so im stealing it through the wall :)&lt;br /&gt;I moved in Wednesday. It's been going pretty good so far, actually. I'm really happy about my roommate situation, plus I'm getting used to living in a house with 36 other girls. It's kinda odd at times, but I don't mind. My room is so flippin hot though. Sucks we dont have air conditioning. I've been spending my nights down at Alpha Tau Omega :) with my boys &amp; Trevor. I already have the biggest hots for, like, 4 people. AAAaaanndd I'm 'dating' Trevor. I'll explain later, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy- to be honest. Which is unexpected. I'm coming home for the week, &amp; then coming back up here for labor day weekend. I miss Rachel, my fab 4 and my brittany.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mosquito bites are too itchy &amp; i'm done with LJ.&lt;br /&gt;Slam bitches :)</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-08-01T14:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T18:41:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i don't even know anymore.</content>
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    <title>remember me.</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T15:28:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T15:28:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dog &amp;amp; i are sharing a bagel. I went to the Randy Travis &amp;amp; Julie Roberts concert last night with my grandma, terri, andy, payton &amp;amp; valerie. It was a lot of fun actually &amp;amp; we had great seats. other then that, nothing really has been going on. my little boys lost their baseball game wednesday night. saturday night i got really wasted at coreys with brit &amp;amp; rachel. however, it led to me getting kinda mad at rachel. but its ok, because we talked about it. well, i told her i was mad &amp;amp; why &amp;amp; she understood. she didnt stop, but she understood why i was mad- which is better then nothing i suppose. Im pretty sure i've come to the conclusion that i spend too much time remembering &amp;amp; not enough time going forward. just because im moving forward doesn't mean i'm looking ahead. usually its down.&amp;nbsp;or else im looking too far ahead and not realizing the now.&amp;nbsp;i just want something solid. something of my own? i dont even know really. seems like all the good ones are gone. everyone seems to have something to tell me- but its nothing i want to hear. its not that easy, you make it sound so simple. im really just in need of a push- someone to guide my direction, because im not sure where to go. left? right? north? south? west. eventually. but from there- god im dreading it. i dont want to go back just as much as i&amp;nbsp;want to return.&amp;nbsp; at times i think im afraid of chage- yet its the thing i want most. i want something to change. hello, walking contraditcion.&lt;br /&gt;i have to shower &amp;amp; work tonight. fuckkkk this week is gonna suck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;someone guide me.</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-07-15T11:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T16:02:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Its sooo nice out. Days like this make me really wish I had a pool. I don't even feel tan either, which sucks.&amp;nbsp; Summer isn't exactly going the way I thought it would be. Oh well, I should have known better then to have high expectations. I hate not having money. I hate my family not having money. Most of all, I'm highly upset &amp;amp; confused with Matt Prentice right now. Rick called me to say that he has a job opening available at Shiraz for me... but wait- didn't they close that place? yes. Yes they did. and now wtf. seriously. Matt gives my dad a $30,000 paycut, closes 3 restaurants, lays off tons of people, then goes back on his decision? seriously, i don't get it. Maybe its temporary...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mainly just want my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost my camera, which sucks big time because I had cool pictures on there. I need to clean out my car &amp;amp; look for it.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go shower or something &amp;amp; lay out or shop or sleep; the only things i really do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PS: my birthday is on a saturday (Aug. 5th). who wants to go to canada with me?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I just asked that, considering no one who reads this is actually my friend. whatever.</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-06-29T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T22:03:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T22:03:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;font face="Mistral" color="#000000"&gt;i'm bored. obviously. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Fight for Your Right by the Beastie Boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/fight-for-your-right.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"&lt;br /&gt;Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to party hard and cause a little trouble...&lt;br /&gt;And you're too busy getting wasted to move out of your parents' house!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Addicted to Myspace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Myspace addiction factor is: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are officially addicted to Myspace. It's quite possible you haven't seen a real person in days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtomyspacequiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Myspace?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/libra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Libra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social and charming, a Libra is sure to turn your head in a group setting.&lt;br /&gt;Libra has the style and grace to intrigue you... and the passionate soul to reel you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Libra will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and patient. Libra doesn't feel rushed to make a decision with you.&lt;br /&gt;An appreciator of beauty, you can show Libra all sorts of inspiration - from art to nature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>rules.</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T13:24:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-22T13:24:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type your cut contents here.&lt;br /&gt;The Crasher's Rulebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never leave a fellow Crasher behind. Crashers take care of their own. &lt;br /&gt;2. Never use your real name. &lt;br /&gt;3. Never confess. &lt;br /&gt;4. No one goes home alone. &lt;br /&gt;5. Never let a girl get between you and a fellow Crasher. &lt;br /&gt;6. Do not sit in the corner and sulk. It draws attention in a negative way. Draw attention to yourself, but on your own terms. &lt;br /&gt;7. Blend in by standing out. &lt;br /&gt;8. Be the life of the party. &lt;br /&gt;9. Whatever it takes to get in, get in. &lt;br /&gt;10. Invitations are for pussies. &lt;br /&gt;11. Sensitive is good. &lt;br /&gt;12. When it stops being fun, break something. &lt;br /&gt;13. Bridesmaids are desperate - console them. &lt;br /&gt;14. You're a distant relative of a dead cousin. &lt;br /&gt;15. Fight the urge to tell the truth. &lt;br /&gt;16. Always have an up-to-date family tree. &lt;br /&gt;17. Every female wedding guest deserves a wedding night. &lt;br /&gt;18. You love animals and children. &lt;br /&gt;19. Toast in the native language if you know the native language and have practiced the toast. Do not wing it. &lt;br /&gt;20. Always have an early "appointment" the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;21. Definitely make sure she's 18. &lt;br /&gt;22. You have a wedding and a reception to seal the deal. Period. No overtime. &lt;br /&gt;23. There's nothing wrong with having seconds. Provided there's enough women to go around. &lt;br /&gt;24. If you get outted, leave calmly. Do not run. &lt;br /&gt;25. You understand she heard that but that's not what you meant. &lt;br /&gt;26. Of course you love her. &lt;br /&gt;27. Don't over drink. The machinery must work in order to close. &lt;br /&gt;28. Make sure there's an open bar. &lt;br /&gt;29. Always be a team player. Everyone needs a little help now and again. &lt;br /&gt;30. Know the playbook so you can call an audible. &lt;br /&gt;31. If you call an audible, always make sure your fellow Crashers know. &lt;br /&gt;32. Don't commit to a relative unless you're absolutely sure that they have a pulse. &lt;br /&gt;33. Never go back to your place. &lt;br /&gt;34. Be gone by sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;35. Breakfast is for closers. &lt;br /&gt;36. Your favorite movie is "The English Patient". &lt;br /&gt;37. At the reception, one hard drink or two beers max. A drunk crasher is a sloppy crasher. &lt;br /&gt;38. Never hit on the bride! It's a one-way ticket to the pavement. &lt;br /&gt;39. The way to a woman's bed is through the dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;40. Dance with old folks and the kids. The girls will think you're "sweet." &lt;br /&gt;41. If there is a cash bar, bring your fake war medals. You'll never have to buy a drink. &lt;br /&gt;42. Try not to break anything, unless you're not having fun. &lt;br /&gt;43. At the service, sit in the fifth row. It's close enough to wedding party to seem like you're an invited guest. Never sit in the back. The back row just smells like crashing. &lt;br /&gt;44. Create an air of mystery that involves some painful experience when interacting with the girl you're after. But don't talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;45. Always remember your fake name! Rehearse it in advance and make sure you know your fellow Crasher's code-name as well! &lt;br /&gt;46. The Rules of Wedding Crashing are sacred. Don't sully them by "improvising." &lt;br /&gt;47. You forgot your invitation in your rush to get to the church. &lt;br /&gt;48. Make sure all the single women at the wedding know you're there because you've just suffered either a terrible breakup or the death of your fiancee. &lt;br /&gt;49. Always work into the conversation: "Yeah, I have tons of money. But how does one buy happiness?" &lt;br /&gt;50. Be pensive! It draws out the "healer" in women. &lt;br /&gt;51. Always pull out in time. &lt;br /&gt;52. Tell any woman you're interested in that you'd love to stay put but you promised to help out at the homeless shelter today. &lt;br /&gt;53. Get choked up during the service. The girls will think you're "sensitive." Bring a slice of onion or artificial tears if necessary. &lt;br /&gt;54. Avoid virgins. They're too clingy. &lt;br /&gt;55. If pressed, tell people you're related to Uncle John. Everyone has an Uncle John. &lt;br /&gt;56. Don't fixate on one woman. ALWAYS have a back-up. &lt;br /&gt;57. When seeing a rival Crasher, do not interact - merely acknowledge each other with a tug on the earlobe and gracefully move on. &lt;br /&gt;58. The Ferrari's in the shop. &lt;br /&gt;59. If two rival crashers pick the same girl, the crasher with the least seniority will respectfully yield. &lt;br /&gt;60. No "chicken dancing" - no exceptions. &lt;br /&gt;61. When crashing out of state, request permission from the local Wedding Crasher chapter. &lt;br /&gt;62. No more than two weddings a weekend. More and your game gets sloppy. You'll also attract unwanted notice. &lt;br /&gt;63. Bring an extra umbrella when it rains. Courtesy opens more legs than charm. &lt;br /&gt;64. Always save room for cake. &lt;br /&gt;65. When your crash partner fails, you fail. No man is an island. &lt;br /&gt;66. Smile! You're having the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;67. Mix it up a little. You can't always be the man with the haunted past. &lt;br /&gt;68. Dance with the Bride's grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;69. No sex on the altar. Confessionals, okay. Chair lofts, better. &lt;br /&gt;70. Two shutouts in a row? It's time to take a week off. Ask yourself: what is it that is getting in the way of my happiness? &lt;br /&gt;71. Research, research, research the wedding party. And when you are done researching, research some more. &lt;br /&gt;72. Studies have shown that women have a more developed sense of smell. Breath mints - small cost, big yield. &lt;br /&gt;73. Make sure your magic trick and balloon animal skills are not rusty. If the kids love it, the girls will too.&lt;br /&gt;74. In case of emergency, refer to the rulebook. &lt;br /&gt;75. Girls in hats tend to be proper and rarely give it up. &lt;br /&gt;76. No excuses; play like a champion.&lt;br /&gt;77. Carry extra protection at ALL times. &lt;br /&gt;78. The unmarried female rabbi - is she fair game? Of course she is. &lt;br /&gt;79. The tables furthest from the kitchen always get served first. &lt;br /&gt;80. Stop, look, listen. At weddings. In life. &lt;br /&gt;81. Occasionally bring a gift - you're getting sex without having to buy dinner, so you can afford a blender. &lt;br /&gt;82. Always think ahead but always stay in the moment. Reconcile this paradox and you'll not only get the girl, you might also get peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;83. Don't let the ring bearer bum your smokes. His parents may start to ask questions. &lt;br /&gt;84. Stay clear of the wedding planner. They may recognize you and start to wonder. &lt;br /&gt;85. Don't use the "I have two months to live" bit - not cool, not effective. &lt;br /&gt;86. Shoes say a lot about the man. &lt;br /&gt;87. Always choose large weddings. More choice. Easier to blend. &lt;br /&gt;88. You're from out of town. ALWAYS. &lt;br /&gt;89. Know something about the place you say you are from, whether from another US state or another country. Texas is too-played out. For some reason, England, Germany or even New Hampshire seem to work. Master the accents convincingly, and you've nailed them! &lt;br /&gt;90. Of course you dream of one day having children. &lt;br /&gt;91. Never dance to "What I Like About You." It's long past time to let that song go. Someone will request it at every wedding. Don't dance to it. No matter how... &lt;br /&gt;92. Tell the bride's friends and family that you are family of the groom and visa-versa. &lt;br /&gt;93. Only take one car. You never know when you'll need to make a fast escape. &lt;br /&gt;94. Deep down, most people hate themselves. This knowledge is the key to most bedroom doors. &lt;br /&gt;95. Try not to show off on the dance floor. This means you Jeremy. &lt;br /&gt;96. Etiquette isn't old-fashioned. It's sexy. &lt;br /&gt;97. Catholic weddings - the classic dilemma: painfully long ceremony - horny girls. &lt;br /&gt;98. The newspaper Wedding Announcements are your racing form. Choose carefully. &lt;br /&gt;99. Be judicious with cologne. Citrus tones are best. &lt;br /&gt;100. Save the tuxes for "the big show" only. &lt;br /&gt;101. Avoid women who were psychology majors in college. There no kind of woman more clingy and persistent than a psychologist researching you later on. &lt;br /&gt;102. No periwinkle colored ties, please. &lt;br /&gt;103. The older the better, the younger the better (see Rule #21) &lt;br /&gt;104. Be well groomed and well-mannered. &lt;br /&gt;105. Never cockblock a fellow Crasher. Cockblocking an invited guest - okay. &lt;br /&gt;106. Eat plentiful, digest your food. You'll need the energy later. &lt;br /&gt;107. Know when to abandon ship if it ain't floating. &lt;br /&gt;108. Know your swing and salsa dancing. Girls love to get twisted around. &lt;br /&gt;109. Always carry an assortment of place cards to match any wedding design.&lt;br /&gt;110. NEVER reveal your true identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
im reposting this, for my own personal use.&lt;br /&gt;so, uhm, fuck off.</content>
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    <title>for once</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T14:24:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T14:24:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Monday is just an 'update' kidna day. Max's party was nice, got to see my family &amp; the, like, 2 of my cousins friends that i know who were there like Collins. I played with the children &amp; actually had a conversation with Payton. I forgot that she's actually smart for her age. Came home in time to watch Entourage last night- which was FAB. loves it. Ari was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Im sad I have to miss the boys baseball game tonight. :( I wish that they played on nights I don't have to spend at work. Oh well- they'll win anyways. AHHH I have no idea what to wear to work tonight. I just bought a new pair of realllly cute shoes too hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle went to Grand Rapids to visit Stephanie, and I am vair lonely without her. Rachel works every night this week too. &amp; probably every night until july. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to go lay out before i shower &amp; get dressed for work.&lt;br /&gt;love ya bitches.</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-06-11T11:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T15:40:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Work is going well. Jeff comes up front sometimes to check on me &amp; make sure I am behaving. This week I only work monday, wednesday, friday &amp; saturday. I'm getting really, just, bothered by the fact that I haven't talked to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; lately. I mean, I shouldn't care, because I have no reason to care. I have serious attatchment issues... Whatever, summer is still young. Time to play :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's graduation party is today, so I have to go get ready for that. peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh PS: Thursday June 29th. 730. I'm having a spa party w/ the Body Shop. So, like, come hang out in Waterford with me &amp; play with lotions. It'll be really fun. &lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-06-06T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T01:55:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so tired... swam all day with kyle &amp; katie. favorite girls ever :) passed out last nite at like, 11. only to be woken up by sean at 3 because he was drunk &amp; needed a ride home. so, being the sweetie i am, i picked his ass up &amp; drove him home &amp; stuff. crawled back into bed around 445ish &amp; had the worst possible sleep ever. ive never slept so terrible &amp; distraught in my life. finally got up at 11 though. today was pretty pointless though. i work tomorrow night, so hopefully that goes well. im a little worried about the fact that i'll be replacing joan. she's been working nights for, like, years. i mean, im really happy she got transfered upstairs because she'll be getting better money, but still. everyone knows her &amp; i don't know ANY of the customers, and they looooove when you know them. ah well, i mean, i'll deal with it i guess. a job is a job. i think...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, bed time i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;peace out ell-jay.</content>
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    <title>easy like Sunday morning...</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T13:38:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's hard to figure out what to do in a situation like this, because i personally don't see it as a problem. However, I do see how he thinks it is. It's not an easy thing to try &amp; wrap my head around, but I do believe I am fully capable of solving this mystery. When a person has the drive &amp; motivation to work something out, they will. They will do anything in their power to make it work. Or so I'd like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;The final sketch of tattoo number two is nearly done. Considering I've had it sketched out for months now, I am wanting to change it. Naturally. Nothing seems fitting, fulfilling enough. Can't quite seem to get a symbol to express an emotion/ idea I'm looking for. Jodi doesn't like the idea of me "defacing" my body anymore. Whatever. My other tattoo is literally one square inch, on the top of my foot, usually covered by a shoe or sandal. Location of number two will also be inconspicuous, but hopefully a bit larger. If anyone wants to come with me when I get it, let me know. I'm debating on just going to the place around the block from me since its &lt;i&gt;right there&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe Kiki will go with me, since she loves me dearly &amp; calls me more then any other "friend" besides Rachel (naturally). I don't know what I am doing today. There is so much to be accomplished, yet nothing at all. Looks like I'm going to the mall again then ;) Salsaaa Salsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you bitch.</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-05-28T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T22:22:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">All I have to say right now, is Pennsylvania was great. Mission not fully accomplished, but its a start.</content>
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    <title>5</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T03:30:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">This week will prove to be quite busy. Canada trip for my big sister's birthday/ going away party Wednesday evening. I'm going to miss her so much, but i'm so proud that she got the internship at Disney. Thursday is Chelsea's mother's funeral. Yes, I know Chelsea says "Don't feel obligated to come.", I don't. It's something I want to do. I've met her a few times &amp; I know how important she was to Chelsea.  Friday morning Gina &amp; I leave for Pennsylvania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days until Pennsylvania. I could not be any more excited. Hellooooo bar mitzvahs &amp; big money. And Sean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must get to bed. Goodnight everyone.</content>
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    <published>2006-05-18T04:27:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I have the most sporadic work schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like cold tea. Not to be confused with iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Richie is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a blue polka dot date book.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with people I really do not like, because I am too nice to say no.&lt;br /&gt;I want a tiny Pomeranian, to name either Wolverine or something equally masculine and strong sounding.&lt;br /&gt;My dad totally shut me down when I asked for another dog.&lt;br /&gt;I am not as spoiled as people think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not rich.&lt;br /&gt;I live by the STYLE &amp; E! channels.&lt;br /&gt;Diet Dr. Pepper Berries &amp; Cream is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw &amp; Faith Hill in concert was banging.&lt;br /&gt;I need a back massage.&lt;br /&gt;I'd settle for a slow down.&lt;br /&gt;I like spending time with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing quite like a pair of new underwear.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy visiting my dad at work; I have a crush on one of his employees.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy with my looks.&lt;br /&gt;I love sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to move to England.&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely in love with the Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about marrying Rupert Grint.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went to a wedding was when I was about 12.&lt;br /&gt;I am a romantic.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing stopping me is my own inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;Car's are a love of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Harry &amp;gt; Prince William.&lt;br /&gt;Thats hot.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen 'The Notebook'.&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;I aim to please.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet famous people.&lt;br /&gt;I want more style.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think people hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Music can change my mood.&lt;br /&gt;I say things I don't mean.&lt;br /&gt;I love country music.&lt;br /&gt;Love songs make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't keep history.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the worst &amp; best feeling in life.&lt;br /&gt;I love Miyazaki's films. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I make terrible mixed cd's.&lt;br /&gt;Ponytail's have become my hairstyle of choice.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't dyed my hair in over 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I want a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;I often feel pressured.&lt;br /&gt;I am very predatory.&lt;br /&gt;Do you love it??&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get married one day.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn between the south, Michigan &amp; far away lands.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young.&lt;br /&gt;I want at least one more tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;And 2 or 3 more piercings.&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something more.&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell people how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I crave attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm picky.&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked tigers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like french.&lt;br /&gt;I used to catch fireflies when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon stars.&lt;br /&gt;I am as irrational as I am practical.&lt;br /&gt;I have expensive tastes.&lt;br /&gt;I am falling apart, one day at a time.</content>
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    <title>dream of ways to throw it all away</title>
    <published>2006-05-17T05:10:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font face="BatangChe" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start setting goals I can reach. Living life one week at a time is stressful. Thank goodness for date books. And best friends. 2007 seems so far away, I'm running out of reading material. Dear JKR: Write faster. Thanks. Love; Amber.I am unhappy with so much right now, but I have never been good with making the change I want to see. Its time for the liberation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When your brain tells you what you want, and what you actually want don't match up. . . it's exhausting! And it's complicated, but its life. And life. . . sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>updated</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T19:45:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">new mood theme, changed my page colors, few new icons... thats all really. mmm if anyone can tell me where i put the code for my header, thatd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo; the new house is nice. saw An American Haunting saturday. wasn't that good. my weekend was busy, worked thursday through sunday. payed off though; i got a nice big raise. got to see sean too. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't have much to say. im going to keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.</content>
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    <title>__trytoexplain @ 2006-04-25T11:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T15:26:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Exams suck.&lt;br /&gt;I was enlightened last night.&lt;br /&gt;Chain smoking with the one person you can count on to always be there for you is the best feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hair cut. &amp; liposuction. &amp; my 2-way to beep.&lt;br /&gt;That won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to make progress.&lt;br /&gt;I saw sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want these&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.pacsun.com/is/servlet/izoom/PacSunProducts/1726223_01?$detail_product$"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.pacsun.com/is/servlet/izoom/PacSunProducts/1726272_01?$detail_product$"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.pacsun.com/is/servlet/izoom/PacSunProducts/1668839_01?$popupLarger_product$"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I saw sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b148/amberturner/hearts.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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    <title>spent on rainy days.</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T21:44:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">///I should have saved up for rainy days, because they're the hardest to be dry. I've got no self control. I'm always begging into telephones./ It always seems that I put too much into things, sit around &amp; think too much about situations, ideas, goals. Without ever doing anything about them. I just plan, think, wish, dream. I don't know what else to do. I never seem to find the confidence to take the next needed step. / I think I'll print it in the personals that I'm looking for a match; Someone to light me up, someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done/ I want this, I really do. I don't know how to get it. I've lost that drive, that will, that fire. I can't find the light when I need it. / I'll pay you compliments, you can still treat me bad/ Now that its all changed, I miss it. I miss being walked on, treated bad, loved. Without missing it at all. I'm searching for truth, honesty, perfection. Yet all I keep getting is pain. /But now it's easy, getting easier, to leave you and this town behind/ How will it all work out? I pray that I don't screw up in the next few days, because all I want is one last chance, one last way to possibly make it work. I'd give so much for it. / I'll be anything... the cord of a parachute... the blanket on top of you...The window you are looking through... the cord of a parachute///</content>
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    <title>seems so wrong.</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T05:24:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">This is the most complex situation i've ever been in. &amp; its amazing. like, a pretzel of love. I love it. Thats probably not a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my shams &amp; its hasnt even been 24 hours without her. scary. Spent some time with Eva &amp; then washed my car. Mmm the car wash is therapy to me. So relaxing. Hung out with Rachel. Had probably the best talk ever. One pea- two pods. Its so obvious why we've been friends this long. Shes not some psycho hahah, &amp; I can honestly tell her &lt;i&gt; everything &lt;/i&gt;. Just like my shams :) &lt;br /&gt;nothing more to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>look me in the eye</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T04:43:04Z</published>
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my feelings are hurt about this. I have no emotional investment in this, yet I am still upset for some odd reason. I really just want some sort of answer, some sort of light at the end of the tunnel. Where does the good go?</content>
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