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[Mar. 22nd, 2006|08:04 pm] |
Open iTunes or Windows Media Player to answer the following. Go to your library.
How many songs?
2856
Sort by song title:
First - #41 Dave Matthews Band
Last - Yuko & Hiro - Blur
Sort by time:
First - 00:00 Blank- John Mayer
Last - 51:19- Fresh Air, Jack White and Meg White, June 9, 2005
Sort by album:
First - 'N SYNC
Last - Blank ones but otherwise Youth First Mission Trip CD
Top Five Most Played Songs:
1. Passion - Amen UK
2. Follow Through - Gavin DeGraw
3. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage - Panic! at the Disco
4. Camisado - Panic! at the Disco
5. Faded - 22 Green Club Mix Radio Edit
thanks Kate! |
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[Jan. 7th, 2006|06:24 pm] |
so im "studying" just so that u can inform my parents
im tired. sick. and i want a hug.
i am going to miss sisa at naimun this year. i will have no one to double team with...tear.
o well back to studying |
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[Dec. 18th, 2005|01:40 pm] |
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wow what a night last night. i guess you could call it a time of growth together and individually. i dont know what i would do without my friends. honestly, u guys know everything like i dont know. theres nothing that i couldnt tell u. sure we have our ups and downs; miscommunications, butch, gossip, "broken" calculators, boys. but seriously, its all worth it. i wouldnt take back one minute of it. not one 45 minute drive or really bad movie. its so unbelive able. i never thought i would find 'it' again but apparently i have. so thanks.
I'll Be There for You by the Rembrandts - Friends Lyrics
So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job's a joke(me?), you're broke(emily), you're love life's DOA. (steph)
It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.
But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour. (or snow)
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too. (all)
You're still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.(sarah/mary)
You've burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these, (steph)
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.
That, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.
No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me. (jill)
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me. (____)
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you. (all)
It's like you're always stuck in second gear, (em can't park)
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.
But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.
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[Dec. 8th, 2005|05:22 pm] |
how did they know?! its hard to wear under the white polos tho, so it weekend only |
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[Nov. 28th, 2005|05:50 pm] |
hello all, christmas dance is less than 2 weeks away. wow. i will b attending with pat. that should b a very fun night. sarah and emily dont have dates. i think im supposed to b asking someone for emily and idk about sarah. we will find her someone. idk what is going on b4 really, besides going to beth's.
i dont want to go to band tonight. im really not in the mood to add to my head ache. o well, i have a concert on friday so they would b might worried if i didnt show for the last practice. i guess i should finish my hw too then.
udmun on friday and sat...double woot |
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[Nov. 13th, 2005|05:30 pm] |
hello. i never update. i dont have time. but i do, i choose to not use it well. or so i am told.
anyways. i got another major! woot woot (my ode to lisa!) drew was not as bad of a chair as i thought he would b.
i think i may have found the person i want to ask to christmas dance. idk. idk if i want to take anyone. ahh the choices.
o wow it was so mush fun on wed; i got to PLAY with maddie. we made up our own version of the can can. i enjoy it. yes, it brings me joy.
wow im a wierdo. do comment |
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[Oct. 24th, 2005|08:55 pm] |
so my life is crazy. no time for life. i wish i was sleeping
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I took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Wants interesting and exciting things to happen. A..."
Click here to read the rest of the results.
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[Oct. 9th, 2005|04:59 pm] |
I GOT MY FIRST MAJOR SPEAKER! i was very happy. congrats to all of the other award winners
Take the quiz: "What kind of eyes do you have? (with pictures)"
Brown
You have brown eyes. Brown is the color of the earth. Your eyes symbolize your comforting and fostering nature. You are stable, grounding, sophisticated, considerate, conventional and orderly. People may consider you to be cozy or warm. People feel safe when they are with you. Some words to describe you: reliability, elegance, security, healing, homely, grounding, foundation, and earthly.
i have blue eyes |
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[Oct. 5th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
leave me your name and...
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2005|03:49 pm] |
do u think these r true about me???
| What Your Sleeping Position Says |
You are calm and rational.
You are also giving and kind - a great friend.
You are easy going and trusting.
However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games. |
| Your Birthdate: November 4 | 
Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer.
You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize.
Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual.
Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times.
The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled.
You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details.
There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4. |
| You Are French Food | 
Snobby yet ubiquitous.
People act like they understand you more than they actually do. |
please comment....with a cherry on top maybe? |
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[Sep. 27th, 2005|06:25 pm] |
i know this is really long but i feel like posting it...do read and comment!
Ode to the Nice Girls
This rant was written because a nice girl finally snapped.
I've read the tribute to the nice guys; this is my response.
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
By Jessica Leigh Griffith |
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[Sep. 13th, 2005|06:49 pm] |
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so basically i am trying to stall doing my apush essay. i think its working right now, but later i will regret it. considering my mom will b home in like 15 and knows how much i had done b4, maybe i should go do that.
i have had 3 lovely calls with kate in teh last 2 days! double woot. and she must come home soon or else ill release bitty bart on her. iknow kate, tremble. maybe ill have to rob dcds of oreo and set him wild on her too.
ANNA HARRIS IS AN MUN DITCHER! SHE IS CHOOSING A BOY OVER MUN! I KNOW, GASP! NO MATTER WHAT SHE TRIES TO SAY, DONT BELIEVE HER IT IS FOR THIS BOY AND NOT FOR THE OTHERS WHO WILL B THERE, EVEN THO HES A "PAL". yes pal was her word not mine, tho it is a good one.
wow i have managed to pass more time. well im off...please comment! it will make me happy! |
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[Aug. 27th, 2005|11:06 am] |
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nothing to really update about.
i dont have a lot of hw.
im still sick.
i like my classes.
i am one of very few juniors in about .5 of my classes.
i am bored and sick of being sick.
i want to leave the house and do something but my mom says no.
i did nothing important last night.
i will do nothing important tonight.
UMM SO YEAH, KRISTEN ANDREE DEFINITELY LEFT MARIAN! I KNOW ITS A NEWS FLASH.
someone really should call me. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2005|12:58 pm] |
wow i have NO voice....NONE.
the reasom steph objects is bc im supposed to marry mike |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2005|08:35 pm] |
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i have no energy and ive slept for more 14 hrs in the last 24 hrs. if u havent heard...im sick. tom. is frosh retreat, i have to wake up early. maddie got in trouble big time for just joking around and at that very time her dad walked out, so now i feel badly bc i know she was joking around. and she had to call and apologize, but i know she was joking, and she was in tears and i could hear her parents yelling in the background and then she was yelled at to go to her room. ill c her tom. so i can tell her i know she was joking, should i do that? then i came home and had dinner, even though i didnt feel like eating. now im sitting here hacking up a lung and freezing and im supposed to be writing an APUSH essay, yeah thats really getting done.i cant wait for life to return to normal, even if that normality means no sleep, school, no free time, and a whole lot of homework...but it wouldnt mean being sick, i just dont get sick; i dont have the time or energy to.
its been a long time since ive said this but tom brady is really hot and u knwo what LFO (lyte funky ones) make me happy. o mi g a i going to miss carpooling and kate who has no service between her legs. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2005|06:27 pm] |
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ive desided that the saying "good girls are bad girls that just dont get caught" fits me quite well... what do u think? |
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[Aug. 13th, 2005|02:28 pm] |
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omg, dibs by edy's, ya know the ice cream, they are great. im a fan, i want more. they should sell these things at the moveis. i would buy them |
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[Aug. 12th, 2005|12:40 pm] |
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wow sorry about not updating forEVER i am going to try and be better about it.
basically my life has been hectic. but fun
im tired goodbye |
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[Aug. 1st, 2005|09:08 am] |
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yes, i am back. i had the best time at reach. i wil update about that later.
right now i am working, yes working, all of the kids are asleep, joy!
so here we go:
The things you remember from the '80s/'90s, make them bold...
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!"
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air." still do but i also know them the field day way
4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish. umm i still do
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own. i still have them all
6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. ..
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: M.C. Hammer ...
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock."
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales."
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons....
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. hahhaha i have that game!
16. You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter Shack, House). still do.....other ppl stopped?
17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it.
18. L.A. Gear...
19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten. ...
20. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books.
21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
22. You wanted to be a Goonie!
23. You ever wore flourescent clothing.
24. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off.
25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf....
26. You took lunch pails to school ahhh the good old days of disney am barbie lunch boxes
27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts.
30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band they rocked my socks. i still have a tape of them!
31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up.
32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.
33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals. o i had more than 1
34. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know what you are, but what am I?"...
35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide. well i knew ppl who did and my mom wouldnt let me go on ethem, i know....tear
38. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.
40. You've gone through this list occasionally saying "totally awesome." ..
41. You remember Popples.
42. "Don't worry, be happy."
43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights.
44. You wore socks scrunched down..
45. "Miss MARY MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"
46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players.
47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!"
49. You remember watching Rainbow Brite and My Little Ponies.
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot.
51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell," the ORIGINAL class.
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME |
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