<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!-- If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/ -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="http://www.livejournal.com">
  <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada</id>
  <title>yawns are contagious</title>
  <subtitle>whitney</subtitle>
  <author>
    <email>tripp.w@gmail.com</email>
    <name>whitney</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2005-10-05T02:47:52Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="236610" username="pinacolada" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom" title="yawns are contagious"/>
  <link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:102374</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/102374.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=102374"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-10-04T22:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T02:47:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T02:47:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;i hate myself.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
and absolutely everything i am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:101970</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/101970.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=101970"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-09-28T19:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T23:04:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T23:04:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>postalservice-sleepingin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">craziest feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't listened to the postal service in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am. i'm listening to 'sleeping in.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's taking me back to last winter in such a crazy vibrant way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sad. or a specific memory. it's just a feeling of winter in boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's freaking me out.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:101854</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/101854.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=101854"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-09-27T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T20:28:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T20:28:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is a bad sign, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;never get attached.&lt;br /&gt;never get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;hm.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:101568</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/101568.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=101568"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-09-23T06:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T10:57:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T11:00:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sayanything-awalkthroughhell</lj:music>
    <content type="html">when there is conflict in my life, i seem to cope poorly through my
dreams. which, since my mind is restless and my heart pounding, have a
tendency to turn into nightmares. my mind sifts through every single
emotion i'm feeling so i don't have to cope with it during the day.
except that my mind is fucked and i end up with these dreams i can't
really remember but that shock me awake with my pulse racing. it's 6:30
in the morning. and the skyline is quiet and covered in pink clouds. my
fingers are shaking and my mind is racing to figure out what the hell
happened in my subconcious last night. i have the longest day ahead of
me and it's my fault. cause i'm emotionally brillant and apparently
can't function with people. the one thing i desperately need and
want...and i've fucked it. god forbid i can maintain anything well
before i let something screw it up and i am left with nightmares,
asthma attacks, and being awake at dawn. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
maybe if i hadn't come back none of this would have happened and i
could function. don't i learn? at all? or even a little? this isn't for
me. and it really obviously isn't for us. my mind is racing. i hate
this. with a fucking passion. i'm so bored with feeling like this. it's
awful and it get so old and i don't even have something to look forward
to to get me through right now. i'm just terrified.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
god the sunrise is amazing. holy fuck. but that doesn't really matter,
does it? not really. four hours of class. an hour or two of travel.
another couple hours of emotional disaster. and then who knows. i
needed this so bad. i was so fucking happy on thursday. beyond words
happy. i haven't had caffeine in weeks. and didn't need it in the
slightest. i still don't if i can just get back to right. i'd do
anything. i will do anything. i just wish none of this had never ever
fucking happened cause this isn't worth it for anything. i wish i could
fucking rewind to about two months ago, before there was any worry. any
fear. i wish. i wish. i wish. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i'm physically sick over this. i wish i could sleep so i would kill
some time and not have to think about it. maybe 2 hours of bad sleep is
better than any at all, maybe my brain will be so dead i can just be a
zombie through the day. FUCK. i would change absolutely everything
about this if i could...everything.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 235px;" src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Estirmedown/DSCN94881.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:101274</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/101274.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=101274"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-09-20T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T23:28:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T23:34:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes, i have this fear that i have no passion in life. or anything that i am good at. or anything that i would choose to devote my life to. and that even if art is that thing, i have a fear of being one of those pretentious fakes who puts van gogh up on their walls but knows nothing about the subject itself or even what else there is in the world besides the impressionists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the museum brings out a physical pang when i go in. and this chill. and then i am reassured that my potential declaration of art history is where i should be in life and when my lecturer talks about the bristles of michelangelo's brush stuck into the fresco of the sistine chapel it blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared of being the faker who likes art because it's unique and cool to like art. i doubt i am though. but who knows. i just know that being able to physically represent yourself in an abstract form is the one of the most concrete ways to be in touch with the human mind. modern art gets a bad reputation as "not being art", but seriously, anyone can paint a water lily on a canvas. can &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; take the feeling of fear and turn into something physcial and two dimensional? brillance. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monet and cezanne and van gogh are brillant, yea. and pioneers. but there's so much more. way, way, way more. maybe i can be a curator at the moma. first have to finish college. then explore australia. then maybe back to the states. maybe.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:101083</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/101083.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=101083"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-09-08T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T04:00:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T04:01:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>elliotsmith-waltznumbertwo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i should really learn to think super carefully about decisions. and i should also understand that with something like this, if it knocks me down, it's probably going to keep kicking me in face. i love screwing myself over cause it seems i've hand cuffed myself to the next three years. god, you know, i understand that my life doesn't suck or come close to sucking. but like honestly, sometimes i hate that i feel like my luck is changing. when clearly, it's not. at all. and i'm really fucking tired of putting faith in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to finally fucking figure out that this is the way it goes. and this is what i'm bound to.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:100775</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/100775.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=100775"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-07-31T15:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T19:36:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T19:36:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Estirmedown/megryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
so. being in the state of complete physical discontent requires a fix of drastic change.&lt;br&gt;
copy the above hair-cut...or...keep it as is?&lt;br&gt;
oh man, i suck.&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:100386</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/100386.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=100386"/>
    <title>i'll tell you one thing...</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T12:33:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T12:33:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jackjohnson-breakdown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">jack johnson through store head phones.&lt;br /&gt;trampolines&lt;br /&gt;and hazy nights.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:100243</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/100243.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=100243"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-06-30T01:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T05:25:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T05:25:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i came very close to losing another shoe at avalon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my knight in shining armor fixed it in time before it got swept into the mosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has yet to call and say he is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1:24. when will he call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a deep love/hate relationship with motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is vibrating.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:99731</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/99731.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=99731"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-06-05T14:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T18:11:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T18:11:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Estirmedown/tumtum.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
that's tumtum. i kind of miss him.&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:99510</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/99510.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=99510"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-05-23T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T23:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T23:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bill is drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've had our first confrontation of the summer.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:99240</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/99240.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=99240"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-05-11T14:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T18:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T18:14:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is highly appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the last thing to be watched on my tv at bu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was david bowie and that AMAZING girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing 'under pressure.'</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:98940</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/98940.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=98940"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-05-08T22:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T02:42:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T02:42:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>elliottsmith-sweetadeline</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i miss manchester. and ursa. and natick. and jason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss emma. and boston. and nights at bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:98634</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/98634.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=98634"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-05-03T17:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T21:58:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T21:58:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beck-que onda guero</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just unwrapped my first canvas in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost want to cry.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:98524</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/98524.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=98524"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-04-27T02:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T06:40:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T06:40:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's two am. and for some reason, all i can reflect on is trying to
reason why my brain seems to be an emotional, dysfunctional mess. but i
am coming up with nothing condusive. i am just aware of the quirks that
define me, but not nessecarily my seeming lack of emotional capacity or
acknowledgement. i am the youngest child and only girl. in my entire
extended family of first cousins i am the only left handed one. i am
not related to a single one of my aunts by blood. i was never alive
during the lives of my grandfathers. i have two half uncles on my
fathers side that are rumored to be men of poor character whom i have
never met. i am seemingly unable to develop and maintain lasting
friendships. i have unwarrented fears of thunder storms, the dentist,
home invasion, hitch hikers, and death. i worry constantly and at times
fear that i am wearing my heart out because it beats oddly. i lie to my
mother, yet tell her everything. i don't know the color of my eyes, but
it is a mix between my parents' blue and green. i am overly jealous.
especially of people with deep artistic and musical talent. i hate
mimicry. i have heard the saying "you cut off your nose to spite your
face" more times than i would ever like to recall. at age eighteen, i
am still unable to comprehend death and its affect on the living. i
believe strongly in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;.
but for some reason, i enjoy giving off the air of deep conviction;
when really, most of what i say is an unformed opinion that means
nothing to me. my father is a deeply aggressive man and i am inclined
to believe any conviction i might have comes from him. i am covered in
scars and have stories for all of them. i am always discontent with the
person i am no matter how often i change. my heart and soul lies within
a few people whom i love and adore more than myself. on that note, i am
secretly vain and live in a world between deep insecurity and
narcissism. i am one of those obnoxious people who loathes the radio
and yet indulges in pop culture. i am conflicted between a parent who
lives for nothing but the outdoors and a parent who would love to do
anything but. i have no idea where my mild artistic talent comes from,
but i would prefer to be musically inclined instead. i hate my passion
for modern art because i feel i am another artistic poser with no
understanding of true meaning. i am an impulse buyer and can tell you
about hundreds of dollars i've wasted on things i never use. i was
raised by two older brothers and a handful of cousins who have taught
me more than anyone or anything. i constantly wonder where i will end
up in ten years and would pay millions to fast forward time. i wish my
writing was much more profound but i am limited to this capacity of
creativity. and this. this. this. horrible emotional insensitivity.
overly solitary and profoundly needy at the same time. how do i even
form relationships? how do i keep them? why don't i cry anymore? i
shake when i have caffine and my fingers look skeletal and fat. this
computer screen is blinding white. i have been told that my eyes are
not supposed to hurt when i go out into the sun. but they do. is that
wrong?&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:98287</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/98287.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=98287"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-04-20T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T23:50:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T23:50:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whoever said "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" can go suck a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people make me nuts.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:97856</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/97856.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=97856"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-04-19T04:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T08:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T08:54:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">4:53 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course. facebook is down. cause i'm not bored or anything at 5 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll watch bring it on.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:97768</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/97768.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=97768"/>
    <title>emma made me change it to 'in bed' instead of 'in your pants'</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T01:37:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T01:39:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
1. Queue up your mp3 player on shuffle.

&lt;br&gt;
2. List the first ten songs that come up, adding "in bed" to the end of each.

&lt;br&gt;
3. Post in your journal.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. 'Any Way You Want It' in bed
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2. 'Going Away to College' in bed
&lt;br&gt;
3. 'Say It Ain't So' in bed&lt;br&gt;
4. 'All In The Mind' in bed
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. 'Pretty Vacant' in bed
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
6. 'Open Road Song' in bed
&lt;br&gt;
7. 'Collect 'Em All' in bed
&lt;br&gt;
8. 'Atheist Peace' in bed
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. 'If I Can't Change Your Mind' in bed
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. 'A Ten' in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[The best ones are in red...the other's are dumb]&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:97321</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/97321.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=97321"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-04-06T02:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T06:56:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T06:56:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">apparently i am emotionally unstable betwen the hours of two and three in the morning.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:97031</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/97031.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=97031"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-04-04T18:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T23:27:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T23:27:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[ .01. ] first name: whitney&lt;br&gt;
[ .02. ] middle name: ann&lt;br&gt;
[ .03. ] last name: bah you&lt;br&gt;
[ .04. ] nickname(s): mu, moogle, bear, bay, muguana&lt;br&gt;
[ .05. ] gender: female&lt;br&gt;
[ .06. ] birthday: august 18&lt;br&gt;
[ .07. ] height: 5'7''&lt;br&gt;
[ .08. ] hair colour: brunette...streaked blonde.&lt;br&gt;
[ .09. ] eye colour: um. green blue yellow?&lt;br&gt;
[ .010. ] do you wear glasses or contacts: nope.&lt;br&gt;
[ .011. ] do you have braces: used to.&lt;br&gt;
[ .012. ] is your hair long or short: long-ish? maybe. i need to cut it.&lt;br&gt;
[ .013. ] where were you born: natick&lt;br&gt;
[ .014. ] current location: boston and boston area&lt;br&gt;
[ .015. ] zodiac sign: leo&lt;br&gt;
[ .016. ] how many language(s) do you know: one&lt;br&gt;
[
.017. ] what language(s) do you want to learn: french would be cool to complete. and suddenly interested in sign language.&lt;br&gt;
[ .018. ] bad habits: nail biting&lt;br&gt;
[ .019. ] piercing you have: two sets in each ear, left cartiledge&lt;br&gt;
[
.020. ] piercing you want: industrial and another...but, i don't know what to call it.&lt;br&gt;
[ .021. ] tattoos you have: none&lt;br&gt;
[
.022. ] tattos you want: 'amor vincint omina' on my lower back&lt;br&gt;
[ .023. ] today: is monday and it sucks.&lt;br&gt;
[ .024. ] today's date: april 4th...&lt;br&gt;
[ .025. ] the time: as of now: 6:35&lt;br&gt;
[ .026. ] ready for a bunch more questions: bah you&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
FAMILY&lt;br&gt;
[ .027. ] mother's name: cindy&lt;br&gt;
[ .028. ] father's name: billy&lt;br&gt;
[ .029. ] brother's name: will and ben&lt;br&gt;
[ .030. ] sister's name: i don't have one...&lt;br&gt;
[ .031. ] favourite aunt: mean question. shut up you.&lt;br&gt;
[ .032. ] favourite uncle: again...the point?&lt;br&gt;
[ .033. ] favourite grandparent: grammy by default...&lt;br&gt;
[ .036. ] worst relative: oh shush.&lt;br&gt;
[ .037. ] best relative: ALL OF THEM. for real. i miss you guys.&lt;br&gt;
[ .039. ] does anyone in your family understand you?: my mom. ben. jane.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
PETS&lt;br&gt;
[ .040. ] do you have any pets: just one...&lt;br&gt;
[ .041. ] what are their names: david ortiz&lt;br&gt;
[
.042. ] what kind of animals are they: froggy&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
SCHOOL&lt;br&gt;
[ .043. ] are you still in school: yes&lt;br&gt;
[ .044. ] did you drop out: hahahhhahaa. oh. no. i didn't.&lt;br&gt;
[ .045. ] current gpa: can we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; talk about this?&lt;br&gt;
[ .046. ] favourite grade: senior year of highschool.&lt;br&gt;
[ .047. ] least favourite grade: all of middle school.&lt;br&gt;
[ .048. ] favourite teachers: geog, mrs. langley, my lit professor right now&lt;br&gt;
[ .049. ] least favourite teacher: um. caulfield. louis g. bianco. professor worley.&lt;br&gt;
[ .050. ] favourite subject: english and social sciences&lt;br&gt;
[ .051. ] least favourite subject: math and lab sciences&lt;br&gt;
[ .052. ] do/did you buy lunch or bring it: i didn't eat lunch.&lt;br&gt;
[
.053. ] play any sports on the school's team: highschool's...yeah. volleyball and track.&lt;br&gt;
[ .054. ] do/did you do any extracurricular activities: um. not that i can remember. is that bad?&lt;br&gt;
[ .055. ] are/were you popular: i don't really think so. no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .056. ] favourite dance: prom. i guess. though they both kind of sucked. &lt;br&gt;
[ .057. ] favourite memory: rainy phantoms game. first motorcycle ride. last day of highschool. all of last summer.&lt;br&gt;
[
.058. ] favourite memory you want to have: i'l take what comes.&lt;br&gt;
[ .059. ] least favourite memory: christ...first semester of this year.&lt;br&gt;
[ .060. ] most humiliating moment: something that happened last semester. bad times...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
FAVORITES&lt;br&gt;
[ .061. ] number: 8, 18&lt;br&gt;
[ .062. ] letter: lowercase a.&lt;br&gt;
[ .063. ] shoes: purple pointy heels&lt;br&gt;
[ .064. ] saying(s): muh, bah, i'll bite you&lt;br&gt;
[ .065. ] TV show: CSI, Top Model, Idol...&lt;br&gt;
[ .066. ] sport: um. baseball. maybe. i suppose.&lt;br&gt;
[ .067. ] vegetable: peppers.&lt;br&gt;
[ .068. ] fruit: mangos.&lt;br&gt;
[ .069. ] movie: American Beauty, 28 Days Later, Donnie Darko...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://bu.thefacebook.com/p.php?s&amp;amp;x=t&amp;amp;q=Garden%20State"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[ .070. ] magazine: Self, Cosmo&lt;br&gt;
[ .071. ] actor: Um. I don't know.&lt;br&gt;
[ .072. ] actress: Dunno either.&lt;br&gt;
[ .073. ] candy: I used to love 100 Grand. I dunno what I like now.&lt;br&gt;
[ .074. ] gum: Extra Wildberry Frost&lt;br&gt;
[ .075. ] scent: Curve Cologne &lt;br&gt;
[ .076. ] candy bar: Dunno. Takes a certain mood.&lt;br&gt;
[ .077. ] ice cream flavour: Butter crunch, black raspberry, plain vanilla&lt;br&gt;
[ .078. ] colour: red&lt;br&gt;
[ .079. ] season: spring and summer&lt;br&gt;
[ .080. ] holiday: thanksgiving&lt;br&gt;
[ .081. ] band: um. i don't know. i listen to a lot of random stuff right now.&lt;br&gt;
[ .082. ] singer: above.&lt;br&gt;
[ .083. ] group: above above.&lt;br&gt;
[ .084. ] rapper: um. nothing. please.&lt;br&gt;
[ .085. ] type of music: rock, punk, acoustic, some emo, new wave...&lt;br&gt;
[ .086. ] thing in your room: BUBBLE&lt;br&gt;
[ .087. ] place to be: jason's room, my basement at home, manchvegas&lt;br&gt;
[ .089. ] tv channel: TLC what?&lt;br&gt;
[ .090. ] junk food: um. mozzerella sticks.&lt;br&gt;
[ .091. ] overall food: mexican? maybe. i still want that enchilada&lt;br&gt;
[ .092. ] store: i love urban and AE. but urban is too expensive for moi.&lt;br&gt;
[ .093. ] hangout: anywhere.&lt;br&gt;
[ .094. ] fast food: not a fan.&lt;br&gt;
[ .095. ] restaurant: um. cheesecake?&lt;br&gt;
[ .096. ] shape: circles.&lt;br&gt;
[ .097. ] time of day: early evening.&lt;br&gt;
[ .098. ] country: america is cool. i like it.&lt;br&gt;
[ .099. ] state: NEW HAMPSHIRE. like woah.&lt;br&gt;
[ .100. ] boys name: jason. awwww. &lt;br&gt;
[ .101. ] girls name: theodora! me and me alone.&lt;br&gt;
[ .102. ] mall: natick. represent.&lt;br&gt;
[ .103. ] video game: ddr? mario cart 64? halo?&lt;br&gt;
[ .104. ] shampoo: granier frutis&lt;br&gt;
[ .105. ] board game: um. i don't know. clue?&lt;br&gt;
[ .106. ] computer game: "and it don't itch!"&lt;br&gt;
[ .107. ] car: omg. '68 corvette.&lt;br&gt;
[ .108. ] music video: the killers - mr. brightside&lt;br&gt;
[ .109. ] swear word: what the f?&lt;br&gt;
[ .110. ] word: tintinabulation&lt;br&gt;
[ .111. ] month: may is nice.&lt;br&gt;
[ .112. ] cartoon character: bubble?&lt;br&gt;
[ .113. ] scary movie: 28 days later&lt;br&gt;
[ .114. ] team: um. red sox. i guess. if i have to.&lt;br&gt;
[ .115. ] possession: i...don't know.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU HEAR&lt;br&gt;
[ .116. ] eminem: dirty&lt;br&gt;
[ .117. ] dog: i miss her&lt;br&gt;
[ .118. ] hot: no please&lt;br&gt;
[ .119. ] britney spears: over publicized&lt;br&gt;
[ .120. ] nsync: dead&lt;br&gt;
[ .121. ] real world: amusing&lt;br&gt;
[ .122. ] orange: banana&lt;br&gt;
[ .123. ] choice: float the boat.&lt;br&gt;
[ .124. ] f***: loser&lt;br&gt;
[ .125. ] bisexual: if it makes you happy&lt;br&gt;
[ .126. ] black: licorice&lt;br&gt;
[ .127. ] icq: umm...confused.&lt;br&gt;
[ .128. ] insane clown posse: scary&lt;br&gt;
[ .129. ] linkin park: annoying&lt;br&gt;
[ .130. ] jack: candle stick&lt;br&gt;
[ .131. ] rainbow: rain&lt;br&gt;
[ .133. ] cucumber: crunchy&lt;br&gt;
[ .134. ] shark: teeth&lt;br&gt;
[ .135. ] lifehouse: the band?&lt;br&gt;
[ .136. ] bat: jason's room&lt;br&gt;
[ .137. ] leather: muhhh coat&lt;br&gt;
[ .138. ] whip: lash&lt;br&gt;
[ .139. ] america: yeah?&lt;br&gt;
[ .140. ] water: tastes yucky&lt;br&gt;
[ .141. ] volcano: hot&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
THIS OR THAT&lt;br&gt;
[ .142. ] rock or rap: rock&lt;br&gt;
[ .143. ] rock or pop: rock&lt;br&gt;
[ .144. ] rock or r&amp;amp;b: rock&lt;br&gt;
[ .145. ] rock or metal: rock&lt;br&gt;
[ .146. ] rap or pop: pop&lt;br&gt;
[ .147. ] rap or r&amp;amp;b: r&amp;amp;b&lt;br&gt;
[ .148. ] rap or metal: metal&lt;br&gt;
[ .149. ] pop or r&amp;amp;b: pop&lt;br&gt;
[ .150. ] pop or metal: pop&lt;br&gt;
[ .151. ] r&amp;amp;b or metal: r&amp;amp;b&lt;br&gt;
[ .152. ] linkin park or limp bizkit: um...i guess linkin park&lt;br&gt;
[ .153. ] tool or korn: tool?&lt;br&gt;
[ .154. ] selena or jennifer lopez: selena&lt;br&gt;
[ .155. ] hot or cold: cold&lt;br&gt;
[ .156. ] winter or summer: summer&lt;br&gt;
[ .157. ] spring or fall: spring&lt;br&gt;
[ .158. ] shakira or britney: shakira&lt;br&gt;
[ .159. ] icp or eminem: um. eminem.&lt;br&gt;
[ .160. ] marilyn manson or rob zombie: manson&lt;br&gt;
[ .161. ] kittie or garbage: garbage&lt;br&gt;
[ .162. ] mtv or vh1: both?&lt;br&gt;
[ .163. ] buffy or angel: neither.&lt;br&gt;
[ .164. ] dawson's creek or gilmore girls: gilmore girls&lt;br&gt;
[ .165. ] football or basketball: oh man. football. stupid bouncing ball.&lt;br&gt;
[ .166. ] summer olympics or winter olympics: um. i don't care.&lt;br&gt;
[ .167. ] skiing or snowboarding: haven't done either.&lt;br&gt;
[ .168. ] rollerblading or skateboarding: rollerblading&lt;br&gt;
[ .169. ] black or white: the color? black.&lt;br&gt;
[ .170. ] orange or red: red&lt;br&gt;
[ .171. ] yellow or green: green&lt;br&gt;
[ .172. ] purple or pink: um. pink.&lt;br&gt;
[ .173. ] slipknot or mudvayne: neither. please and thank you.&lt;br&gt;
[ .174. ] hot topic or pac sun: um. pac sun. i think.&lt;br&gt;
[ .175. ] inside or outside: depends on the weather.&lt;br&gt;
[ .176. ] weed or alcohol: neither?&lt;br&gt;
[ .177. ] cell phone or pager: cell&lt;br&gt;
[ .178. ] pen or pencil: pencil.&lt;br&gt;
[ .179. ] powerpuff girls or charlie's angels: charlie's angels&lt;br&gt;
[ .180. ] scooby doo or dino: um. what?&lt;br&gt;
[ .181. ] dragon ball z or pokemon: neither.&lt;br&gt;
[ .182. ] star wars or star trek: star wars&lt;br&gt;
[ .183. ] tattoos or piercings: piercings&lt;br&gt;
[ .184. ] prep or punk: either is cool.&lt;br&gt;
[
.185. ] slut or whore: i'm with jane on this one. whore.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
PRIVATE LIFE&lt;br&gt;
[ .186. ] do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: i do i do.&lt;br&gt;
[ .187. ] do you have a crush: no?&lt;br&gt;
[ .188. ] do you love anyone right now: yessssuh&lt;br&gt;
[ .189. ] have you ever been in love: currently&lt;br&gt;
[ .190. ] how many people have you liked: um. i dunno.&lt;br&gt;
[ .191. ] who was your first crush: don't really remember. something a long time ago.&lt;br&gt;
[ .192. ] how many hearts of have you broken: probably none.&lt;br&gt;
[ .193. ] how many people broke your heart: no one...really. it got mended.&lt;br&gt;
[ .194. ] best quote to sum up love: ammaazzinngg&lt;br&gt;
[ .195. ] so what is your bf/gf/crush like: jason? he's a big dork and my favorite. he's the best ever.&lt;br&gt;
[ .196. ] do you have a picture of him/her: don't hate me. i love you.&lt;br&gt;
[ .197. ] please post it if you do:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img style="width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Estirmedown/jason.bmp"&gt; haha. there he is!&lt;br&gt;
[ .198. ] do you have a picture of yourself: i think so.&lt;br&gt;
[ .199. ] please post it if you do:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img style="width: 111px; height: 135px;" src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Estirmedown/facebook.jpg"&gt;i think i am flipping someone off.&lt;br&gt;
[ .200. ] do you go by looks or personality: personality&lt;br&gt;
[ .201. ] ever kissed a friend: um. don't thnk so...&lt;br&gt;
[ .202. ] are you still friends: bah!&lt;br&gt;
[ .203. ] so moving along..do you smoke: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .204. ] do you smoke weed: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .205. ] ever trip on acid: nope.&lt;br&gt;
[ .206. ] how about a little x: nope...&lt;br&gt;
[ .207. ] crack, heroin, anything else: nope...sorry. i'm boring.&lt;br&gt;
[ .208. ] beer good or beer bad: bad.&lt;br&gt;
[ .209. ] are you the sissy who drinks wine coolers: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .210. ] do you like smirnoff ice: beh. not really.&lt;br&gt;
[ .211. ] prefer beer or liquor: neither? thanks.&lt;br&gt;
[ .212. ] what kind of cigarettes do you smoke: i don't. loser.&lt;br&gt;
[ .213. ] have you ever drank Hpnotiq: um. no. not that i know of.&lt;br&gt;
[ .214. ] if yes, when was the last time you got some: say what?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
WOULD YOU EVER&lt;br&gt;
[ .215. ] bungee jump: questionable.&lt;br&gt;
[ .216. ] sky dive: yes.&lt;br&gt;
[ .217. ] swim with dolphins: yuh.&lt;br&gt;
[ .218. ] scuba dive: eeeeh. maybe.&lt;br&gt;
[ .219. ] go rock climbing: love to.&lt;br&gt;
[ .220. ] eat shit for $1,000,000: for that much money: maaaybe. depends on the shit.&lt;br&gt;
[ .221. ] turn your back on your friends for personal gain: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .222. ] steal a friend's boyfriend/girlfriend: no. not so much.&lt;br&gt;
[ .223. ] cross-dress: prrrobbabbbly not.&lt;br&gt;
[ .224. ] lie to the police: again, probably not.&lt;br&gt;
[ .225. ] run from the police: no&lt;br&gt;
[ .226. ] lie to your parents: yup&lt;br&gt;
[ .227. ] walk up to a stranger and kiss them: no, probably not.&lt;br&gt;
[ .228. ] be an exotic dancer: nah&lt;br&gt;
[ .229. ] walk out of a restaurant without paying: i over pay. never under pay.&lt;br&gt;
[ .230. ] streak: flash? yes. streak...no. never.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
YOUR FRIENDS&lt;br&gt;
[ .231. ] best friends: umm...i dunno. emma. kim. lisa. jill. elysse.&lt;br&gt;
[ .232. ] known longest: i dunno. around the same time...&lt;br&gt;
[ .233. ] wish you talked to more: kim and jilly.&lt;br&gt;
[ .234. ] wish you saw more: same as above&lt;br&gt;
[ .235. ] how many friends do you think you have: who cares?&lt;br&gt;
[ .236. ] who drives you insane after a while: who actually answers this stuff?&lt;br&gt;
[ .237. ] who can you stay around forever and never get sick of: i dunno. i'm with nines a lot.&lt;br&gt;
[ .238. ] ever lose a good friend because you took it to the 'next level': haha. no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .239. ] craziest: apee&lt;br&gt;
[ .240. ] loudest: i don't know.&lt;br&gt;
[ .241. ] shyest: umm...none of them. really.&lt;br&gt;
[ .242. ] best hair: i am jealous of apee's and emma's hair.&lt;br&gt;
[ .243. ] can always make you laugh: all offf them.&lt;br&gt;
[ .244. ] best eyes: he is not my 'friend' per se...but boy wonder does.&lt;br&gt;
[ .243. ] best body: bah. i dunno.&lt;br&gt;
[ .246. ] most athletic: um. &lt;br&gt;
[ .247. ] sex symbol: bah...&lt;br&gt;
[ .248. ] hot tempered: i don't know.&lt;br&gt;
[ .249. ] most impatient: ME..no, i donno. could be.&lt;br&gt;
[ .250. ] shortest: um. jane. dork.&lt;br&gt;
[ .251. ] tallest: barbs.&lt;br&gt;
[ .252. ] talented: um. in what way?&lt;br&gt;
[ .253. ] best singer: nina probably.&lt;br&gt;
[ .254. ] skinniest: haha. barbs.&lt;br&gt;
[ .255. ] nicest: i...don't know. all of them.&lt;br&gt;
[ .256. ] best personality: again...up in the air.&lt;br&gt;
[ .257. ] biggest drug user: MEEEEE. oh. right. no.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br&gt;
[ .258. ] flashed someone: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .259. ] told a person how you felt bout them: yeah. &lt;br&gt;
[ .260. ] been to michigan: michigan michigan.&lt;br&gt;
[ .262. ] gone to jail or juvi: field trip what?&lt;br&gt;
[ .263. ] skateboarded: not really.&lt;br&gt;
[ .264. ] skinny dipped: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .265. ] stolen anything: i'm such a good kid. no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .266. ] wanted to kick my ass for making this so long: shut up.&lt;br&gt;
[ .267. ] kicked someone's ass: 'fraid not.&lt;br&gt;
[
.268. ] pegged someone in the head with a snowball: i don't tthinkk so. i don't recall.&lt;br&gt;
[ .269. ] broke a beer bottle: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .270. ] gotten into a bar, under-aged: never tried.&lt;br&gt;
[ .271. ] kissed someone of the same sex: cheek maybe? sometime.&lt;br&gt;
[ .273. ] gone on a road trip: not really.&lt;br&gt;
[ .274. ] gone on vacation without adult supervision: kinda yea. for a night.&lt;br&gt;
[ .275. ] been to a concert: yes&lt;br&gt;
[ .276. ] been to another country: canada and bahamas? i'm awesome.&lt;br&gt;
[ .277. ] talked back to an adult: doyle. i hate him.&lt;br&gt;
[ .278. ] got pulled over: nope. scary.&lt;br&gt;
[ .279. ] got in a car accident: no&lt;br&gt;
[ .280. ] broke a law: probably somehow.&lt;br&gt;
[ .281. ] given money to a homeless person: kind of. mostly given them food.&lt;br&gt;
[ .282. ] tried to kill yourself: not really.&lt;br&gt;
[
.283. ] cried to get out of trouble: no, but it might have worked even if i wasn't trying to&lt;br&gt;
[ .284. ] kissed a friend's brother or sister: no&lt;br&gt;
[ .285. ] kissed a brother or sister's friend: no&lt;br&gt;
[
.286. ] dropped something on the floor that you were cooking and let
someone eat it anyway?: i dunno. i hope not.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
OPINIONS&lt;br&gt;
[ .287. ] what do you think...about pop music: it can suck a nut.&lt;br&gt;
[ .288. ] about boy bands: umm. mildly annoying.&lt;br&gt;
[ .289. ] about flag burning: stupid. what's the point?&lt;br&gt;
[ .290. ] of the war on terrorists: can't tell...&lt;br&gt;
[ .291. ] about suicide: touchy subject...&lt;br&gt;
[
.292. ] about people who try to force their opinions on you: shove it.&lt;br&gt;
[ .293. ] about
abortion: not worth answering this. not up to me.&lt;br&gt;
[ .294. ] about rock/metal music: it's cool. i can hack it.&lt;br&gt;
[ .295. ] where do you think you'll be in 10 years: um. i dunno. somewhere warm?&lt;br&gt;
[ .296. ] who do you think you'll still be friends with in 5 years: who can tell?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
WHAT DID YOU DO&lt;br&gt;
[ .297. ] last birthday: went to a RED SOX game. hell yeah i did.&lt;br&gt;
[ .298. ] yesterday: woke up. went to breakfast. went to an artist's home. rode the T back to BU. homework.&lt;br&gt;
[ .299. ] last weekend: i don't remember specifically. i was at bentley.&lt;br&gt;
[ .300. ] Christmas: went to the other tripp's house. did the whole present thing.&lt;br&gt;
[ .301. ] Thanksgiving: the manch fam was over...board games and what not.&lt;br&gt;
[ .302. ] New Year's: jilly's house.&lt;br&gt;
[ .303. ] Hallowe'en: NOTHING&lt;br&gt;
[ .304. ] Easter: the tripps came over. we ate.&lt;br&gt;
[ .305. ] Valentine's day: um. the actual day? i was here. by myself. without boy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
THE LAST&lt;br&gt;
[ .306. ] thing you ate: waffle&lt;br&gt;
[ .307. ] thing you drank: soda water&lt;br&gt;
[ .308. ] thing you wore: stolen BU shirt and old navy pajama pants.&lt;br&gt;
[ .309. ] place you went: dining hall&lt;br&gt;
[ .310. ] thing you got pierced/tattooed: cartiledge pierced&lt;br&gt;
[ .311. ] person you saw: emma nina&lt;br&gt;
[ .312. ] person you kissed: jaaassoonnn.&lt;br&gt;
[ .314. ] person you talked to: nines.&lt;br&gt;
[ .315. ] song you heard: ryan adams - wonder wall&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
RANDOM&lt;br&gt;
[ .316. ] what are you eating: gum.&lt;br&gt;
[ .317. ] what are you drinking: water&lt;br&gt;
[ .318. ] what are you wearing: see number 308&lt;br&gt;
[ .319. ] any shoes on: not currently.&lt;br&gt;
[ .320. ] hat: um. no?&lt;br&gt;
[ .321. ] listening to: riva is sleeeeeping&lt;br&gt;
[ .322. ] talking to anyone: nina is here. but no one online right now.&lt;br&gt;
[ .323. ] are you pissed I made this so long: SHUT UP&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Yes OR No&lt;br&gt;
[ .324. ] are you a vegetarian: yes&lt;br&gt;
[ .325. ] do you like cows: yes&lt;br&gt;
[ .326. ] are you a bitch: yes&lt;br&gt;
[ .327. ] are you artistic: yes&lt;br&gt;
[ .328. ] do you write poetry: no&lt;br&gt;
[ .329. ] are you a fast runner: no. &lt;br&gt;
[ .330. ] can you ski: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .331. ] are you british: heritage wise-yes.&lt;br&gt;
[ .332. ] do you want to spear britney: sure!&lt;br&gt;
[ .333. ] do the voices talk to you: rarely.&lt;br&gt;
[ .334. ] did you ever give barbie a haircut: could be. i don't remember.&lt;br&gt;
[ .335. ] would you eat mac &amp;amp; cheese with hot dogs in it: if i wasn't vegetarian i would.&lt;br&gt;
[
.336. ] do you think disney creators were on acid when they made 'alice
in wonderland’: yes.&lt;br&gt;
[ .337. ] are you straight: yes.&lt;br&gt;
[ .338. ] are you stupid, insane, or in any other physically handicapped: oh dear...you need to shut up...&lt;br&gt;
[ .339. ] are you nice: sometimes&lt;br&gt;
[ .340. ] are you naughty: not really&lt;br&gt;
[ .341. ] are you short: i wouldn't say so&lt;br&gt;
[ .342. ] are you tall: almost&lt;br&gt;
[ .343. ] do you own a hot pink shirt: no. actually.&lt;br&gt;
[ .344. ] how about orange pants: no.&lt;br&gt;
[ .345. ] can you see the flying monkeys: bored bored bored&lt;br&gt;
[ .346. ] are you evil: no&lt;br&gt;
[ .347. ] did you ever know someone who had a mullet: oh man. bruce is my hero&lt;br&gt;
[ .348. ] is britney a whore: no. she's pretty normal. just in the press.&lt;br&gt;
[ .349. ] are you a teenage zombie: shove it&lt;br&gt;
[
.350. ] am I annoying you?: blah blah blah&lt;br&gt;
[ .351. ] do you like marilyn manson: some stuff.&lt;br&gt;
[ .352. ] are you secretly from another planet: are you stoned?&lt;br&gt;
[ .353. ] this is over are you happy now: blah blah blah, work now&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:96865</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/96865.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=96865"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-04-04T11:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T15:45:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T15:46:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">girl in the elevator wearing a 'little green CHS' fleece and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Ejaneinpodunk"&gt;jane's&lt;/a&gt;
last journal entry have made me realize it has been WAY WAY WAY too
long since i have been to manch. and i feel like i am losing touch with
some of the most important&amp;nbsp; people in my life.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
fuck you, college. fuck you.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:96271</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/96271.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=96271"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-03-29T09:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T14:05:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-29T14:05:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wearing a black leather coat gives you a completely different attitude.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:96039</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/96039.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=96039"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-03-27T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T21:14:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-27T21:14:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">because my &lt;a href="http://www.bentheo.com"&gt;brother &lt;/a&gt;is the coolest thing ever...he helped me finally set up my picture website.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://aworldtoowide.com"&gt;a world too wide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
livejournal is confusing me. i kind of want a new blog site. not that i really use this anyway.&lt;br&gt;
but i'm sure i could find a better system than livejournal. i don't know. i guess we'll see.&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:95917</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/95917.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=95917"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-03-19T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T19:11:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T19:11:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[1] Full Name&lt;br&gt;Whitney Ann&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[2] Were you named after anyone?&lt;br&gt;Not really...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[3] Which finger is your favorite?&lt;br&gt;Left index finger.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[4]&amp;nbsp; When did you last cry?&lt;br&gt;Um...I don't know. Awhile ago.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[5]&amp;nbsp; Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br&gt;
Uh, sure.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[6] What's your favorite meal?&lt;br&gt;Anything pasta. I think.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[7] Do you have a bad habit?&lt;br&gt;I bite my nails...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[8] Most embarrassing CD?&lt;br&gt;
Lou Bega...Mambo Number 5...&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;[9] If you were another person, who would you be?&lt;br&gt;Um...a peace corps worker. Or a native Austrailian.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[10] Are you a daredevil?&lt;br&gt;I don't think so. Am I?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[11]&amp;nbsp; Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?&lt;br&gt;
Probably...no one's perfect.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[12] Do looks really matter?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; matter? Probably not...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[13] Have you ever misused a word, and felt really stupid?&lt;br&gt;Probably...can't think of any specific time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[14] Do fish have feelings?&lt;br&gt;I think so. They can hurt and it bet it's pretty scary when they get pulled out of water.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[15] Are you trendy?&lt;br&gt;Um. A little. Maybe? What does trendy mean?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[16] How do you release anger?&lt;br&gt;CLEANING. I used to paint. But I haven't done that in awhile.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[17] Where is your second home?&lt;br&gt;BU, Bentley, and probably Carlisle and Manch over the summer.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[18] What was your favorite toy as a kid?&lt;br&gt;Um. I don't know. I don't remember.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[19] What class in school do you think is totally useless?&lt;br&gt;Um...none of them. I think they'll all kind of important&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[20] Do you love sappy love songs?&lt;br&gt;Um...not...really. No. Not at all.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[21] Have you ever been on the radio or television?&lt;br&gt;We did that radio stint at like...2 in the morning. Once. Or something. Right?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[22] Do you have a journal?&lt;br&gt;This one...and I use one when I'm beyond upset. Otherwise, not really.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[23] Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br&gt;Um...yes. Quite a bit.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[24] Have you ever been in a mosh pit?&lt;br&gt;
Yessuh.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[25] What do you look for in the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;Easy going-ness. Laughter. Honesty.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[26] What are your nicknames?&lt;br&gt;Mu, Moogle, Muguana, Moonbeams, Bay, Bear&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[27] Would you bungee jump?&lt;br&gt;
Um. Maybe. On the recoil the cord can wrap around you neck and snap it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[28] Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br&gt;Nope, slip out of them.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[20] What are you worried about right now?&lt;br&gt;OMG, Brandeis, next year, housing, grades, money, sleep...don't ask.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[30] Do you wear overalls?&lt;br&gt;Ha. No.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[31] Are you strong?&lt;br&gt;Physically...emotionally? ...no. Neither.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[32] Favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br&gt;Butter crunch. Black raspberry.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[33] What are your favorite colors?&lt;br&gt;Red, navy, black...not together though.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[34] How many wisdom teeth do you have?&lt;br&gt;
AH! All four. Soon to be none though...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[35] Are you in love with anybody?&lt;br&gt;Head over heels. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[36] How many people have a crush on you?&lt;br&gt;No one that I know of.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[37] Who do you miss most right now?&lt;br&gt;Jason, Ben, Will, the rentals, Apee, Jane-a-thin, Tom, Danna, Ursa...I miss a lot of people.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[38] What scares you most?&lt;br&gt;AHHH...scary. Lightning. Dentist. Home invasion. Death. Being alone.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[39] What's your all time fantasy?&lt;br&gt;Get a piece of art into a
museum, or sell a piece. Live in Austraila or Hawaii for a year or two
after college. Spend a year in Europe and see every piece of art, every
cathedral, every monument. Everything. I don't know. I wish so many
things would happen once I get out of this shit whole called college.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[40] Do you have any pets?&lt;br&gt;Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;. I have a froggy named either David Ortiz or Barry Manilow. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;[41] If you could go out with anyone right now, who would it be?&lt;br&gt;Oh, you people are silly. I'm already going out with him.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[42] Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br&gt;Dog person to the core.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[43] What is beautiful?&lt;br&gt;
The sky after it snows. The wooden Pieta statue in Germany. Exploding
dog. Ice storms. Acoustic guitars. Pink hair. Broken sidewalks. The
Process of Believe CD booklet. Scars. Blue eyes. Black leather. Vintage
cars. Drag queens. Mismatched socks. The sound of nails on a key board.
Candid photography. Colored mascara. When the leaves grow back on the
trees in the spring. Strained glass. Natural light. Thick paint.
Cartoons. Frames around paintings. Marble floors. Sparks. Grafitti.
Lighthouses. Dreams. Black and white photography. Oh bah. More and more
and more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinacolada:95570</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/95570.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://pinacolada.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=95570"/>
    <title>pinacolada @ 2005-03-19T10:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T15:16:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T15:16:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just ate cookies for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it raining out or what?</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
