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  <title>Fear my wrath!....... Or just read my LJ, whichever.</title>
  <subtitle>Becky</subtitle>
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    <name>Becky</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:132789</id>
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    <title>moving!</title>
    <published>2009-12-27T06:13:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-27T06:13:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm moving again on Monday. I'll be moving to North Ave and Oakland, an awesome location on the east side very near to Chris. In fact, Chris will be moving in with me in March. It's going to be delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before he can move in with me, I have to pack up my stuff and get it to the new place and unpack it and decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually been staying with me the past few days and helping me pack. It's tedious work, but it's so much better with Chris's help and company. It's also an opportunity to figure out what I actually need/use and what can be stored or given away or just plain thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; that I've gotten most of my things packed away, but I'm sure something will occur to me rather late in the process. If all else fails, I can always just shove the forgotten things in a garbage bag and drive it over in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently, the unit I'm moving into has been vacant for a while, so I started moving things in a little bit early. And because I don't need to be out of my current place until the 31st, I can worry about the smaller non-essentials after the big items are moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with all the snow recently, it's going to be a slippery-er and messier operation than I'd like, but I'm sure it'll get done no matter what.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:132417</id>
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    <title>worst nightmare ever</title>
    <published>2009-11-24T17:17:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-24T17:17:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had basically the worst nightmare ever last night. It started out fun and entertaining, but ended up being pretty damn upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically just a junk post, a journal entry just for myself. It has no real meaning or depth, but I felt like writing out what I remembered of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were having a huge party at their house with lots of pets included for some reason. A whole lot of people were there, like Chris and Marissa and Duncan. I ran and played in the lake and messed with the dogs and cats and all that generic dream stuff. Then all the older adults and children left for some reason, and I was sitting around on my parents' bed doing stuff for the party with some British dude named Mayfield. Somehow one thing lead to another, and we have sex. Just then my parents get back, so I scramble to get my clothes back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they walk in while I'm still struggling with my shirt, and I can't think of a good excuse for my obviously hurried re-dressing, so I just admit that I had sex. They ask if it was with Mayfield, and I admit it. Around this point I realize that, wait, I have a boyfriend! What the fuck was I doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I beg them not to tell Chris so that I can tell him myself. I figure the only honest thing to do is own up to it immediately. Once I find him, I start crying. I tell him that I did something terrible, and he looks at me with so much concern and says that it's okay. He thinks that I did something terrible to someone else, so I have to push him back while he's trying to comfort me and tell him that no, I cheated on him. His expression just kind of hardens and he looks at me with disappointment and hurt and disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris says that this is the second time that he's thought I don't just need medical help, but mental help. He implies that I'm emotionally fucked up and that I'm basically broken. I beg him to give me another chance, that I don't even know how it happened, but he rejects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and cried because it was so upsetting. Seeing Chris's face going from caring and sweet to just plain disdainful hurt so much, and just the idea of hurting him like that is so wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Chris and told him that I had a terrible nightmare where I cheated on him and that I needed a hug. He replied with "Well now you don't have to worry". I was confused and told him I had no idea what he meant. He replied "Neither do I. Newer mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that made me feel better. To be fair to Chris, it was about 4:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever outright cried because of a nightmare before. It was very upsetting.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:132247</id>
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    <title>eh, fucking CF</title>
    <published>2009-11-20T11:50:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-20T11:50:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately I've really been missing music. Not listening to it, but creating it. For the longest time I wanted to be a singer, sang all the time, even wrote some music. I still kind of want to be able to be a musician, but it's getting less and less realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years my lung function has gone down, and I consequently haven't had the same lung capacity or breathing ability for singing that I used to. I used to be able to hold a note forever, but now I get out of breath. Sometimes phlegm messes with my sound quality or I have to cough in the middle of singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing and music used to mean so much to me. A vital part of my self-image was based on the fact that I'm a singer. Now... I dunno. CF has always been a facet of my self-image, too, but it's seriously fucking with a much more important part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously depressing sometimes. :-(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:131862</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Do you check your stars?</title>
    <published>2009-09-26T07:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-26T07:37:10Z</updated>
    <category term="astrology"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you believe in astrology? If so, how often do you check your horoscope and how does it impact your life? If not, do you get annoyed when people make assumptions about you based on your sign?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1082'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1082"&gt;View 788 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my horoscope pretty regularly. I've found that this site: &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/horoscope/sep-22-2009?utm_source=bsection"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/horoscope/sep-22-2009?utm_source=bsection&lt;/a&gt; is pretty accurate.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:131674</id>
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    <title>I hate colds</title>
    <published>2009-09-10T00:15:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-10T00:15:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I seem to have gotten a head cold within the first week of my classes starting. What fun! The rest of me feels fine, but my head is stuffed up and achy and bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to miss going to my tango class tonight because I didn't want to infect everyone else there. At least Chris came over to give me a hug and hang out for a little while. And Apollo the kitty is keeping me company on the couch while I watch crime dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm enjoying my new contacts. I have peripheral vision for the first time in years! I do think I look a little odd without glasses, largely because my self-image includes glasses. I'm sure I'll get used to them eventually. Also, contacts are way harder to have accidentally just fall off.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:131371</id>
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    <title>about Chris</title>
    <published>2009-08-28T06:40:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-28T06:40:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a post that's more for the purposes of personal introspection than anything else, but you can feel free to read it if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream that I'm single again, enjoying flirting with people and feeling the thrill of uncertainty. When I wake up, I can't help but wonder if I really miss being single, or if it was genuinely just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think about Chris. I remember being in the hospital, alone and miserable, and just really needing someone to love me for me despite all the medical shit. Parents and family are, I feel, sort of obligated to love you because they're family. But friends and lovers are people who look at you with a fresh perspective and like what they see. They choose to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chris... Chris chose to be with me, to love me. He held me in his arms and told me he loved me even while I was hooked up to IVs and breathing treatments. At my worst, my most miserable, he still loved me. I needed that human connection &lt;i&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt;, and he gave me that and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so warm and soft and strong. He's the sweetest man I know, not to mention creative and smart and literate. I don't know if I can ever repay him for everything that he's done for me and continues to do for me. He makes me feel happy and safe and confident. He's the only person that I'm not ashamed to have see me cry (well, not much, at least). He's my rock. I trust him more than I trust just about anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so desperately want to make him happy. I want his life to be good, I want to see him smile. I want to be everything to him that he is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is, in short, my love.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:131084</id>
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    <title>anniversary</title>
    <published>2009-08-21T19:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-21T19:04:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Chris and I had the first anniversary of our first date on Wednesday. He had to work that day, so he stayed over the night before. He gave me a luxurious massage, and I fell asleep in his arms when we went to bed. It may have been a combination of the awesome massage and post-sex hormones, but I was so ridiculously in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a really tasty lunch for the both of us before he had to get going to work the next day, and we just enjoyed being together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going out to dinner tonight since we couldn't do it Wednesday, and I expect to have a good time again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my love, and I'm still absolutely astounded by how sweet and caring and wonderful he is. Sometimes I can't help but think that he deserves someone better than me. But he's mine for now, and I'm not giving him up anytime soon. He's much too precious to me for me to give him up easily. There's so much I could say about what makes him so fucking awesome, but I'll spare you the retarded gushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that I love him oodles. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:130911</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: I Love My Body Because…</title>
    <published>2009-08-14T03:48:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-14T03:48:54Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do you love your body?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Sponsored by  &lt;a href="http://clk.atdmt.com/NYC/go/164548218/direct;at.nycvsb00000177;ct.1/01/" target="_blank"&gt;Body by Victoria&amp;reg;&lt;/a&gt; from Victoria's Secret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1024'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1024"&gt;View 517 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://view.atdmt.com/NYC/view/164548218/direct;at.nycvsb00000177/01/" border='0' width='1' height='1' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. It's a traitorous bitch. YOU HEAR THAT, BODY?! FUCK YOU!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:130751</id>
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    <title>I just can't win</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T00:36:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T00:36:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I had a PICC line in my arm in order to administer IV antibiotics while I was in the hospital. I got out a week earlier than expected and spent a week doing home IVs instead. All was peachy keen until I got a fever, and noticed that the shoulder that had the line in it had overly-visible veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the fever and veins to my doctor when I went back in for my check-up, and she sent me for an ultrasound of my shoulder. Lo and behold, I had a couple of blood clots. And they were big enough that, besides pulling the PICC (which would have come out in a day anyway), I now have to be on blood-thinners. I get to inject myself with Lovenox twice a day now, and I'm on Coumadin for three months. At least the injections are only for a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be worse, but it's frustrating knowing that the thing that was supposed to make me better just ended up fucking with me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:130539</id>
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    <title>ANTS!</title>
    <published>2009-07-01T10:23:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T10:23:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As you may know if you've read my last couple of LJ entries, I'm in the hospital to treat my CF. It has been a singularly frustrating experience thus far, but it could admittedly be quite a bit worse. Tonight I encountered something rather unexpected and less frustrating so much as just worrisome and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered about an hour ago that there was a colony of ants in my room, feasting upon a piece of food I dropped on the floor at some point. It was right next to my bed, too. The trail of ants led from the piece of food to, horrifyingly enough, the bio-hazard waste bin. D-: I just thank god I noticed it before I accidentally stepped in it bare-foot or something. I think I would have been traumatized by such an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my nurse know right away and we decided to move me. Luckily enough the room next door had just been vacated and sterilized, so now I'm in a slightly larger room with clean sheets and no ants. A cleaning crew is currently bleaching the hell out of the old room. I'm now situated in room 4, directly next door to my old room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 4 is a mirror image of room 2, so now my right arm (the one with the picc line) is the one nearest the door when I'm in bed. This means that IVs and blood draws and all that good stuff are actually going to be a lot easier. Hooray! I also got a voucher for $5 to be used anywhere in the hospital for my trouble, so that's nice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:130192</id>
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    <title>Hospital.... problems</title>
    <published>2009-06-30T08:49:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-30T08:49:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've decided to record the various problems and hurdles I've come across while staying in the hospital thus far. Some of them are funny, some are worrisome, and some are just odd. I'm largely doing this because I'm bored and have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The cap to my picc line came off while I was getting IV antibiotics. I noticed before the IV had leaked too much and before I had bled too much, so I managed to stop the IV pump and clip off my picc line. I called the nurse and told her my IV had come off. She said she'd be right down. Then my mom called, and I talked to her for about 10 minutes while I waited. When I hung up and there was still no sign of a nurse, I called again and got someone down about 5 minutes later. I worry to think what would have happened if I didn't know how to stop the leaking/bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm supposed to get at least two respiratory therapies per day, and my evening treatment has a very important medication that I need to take. Evidently someone fucked up, because I was forgotten about and had some slight difficulties with my breathing overnight. I told the therapist in the morning what had happened, and he said he'd tell his director, so I suspect that I got someone in trouble. On the one hand I feel bad for getting them in trouble, but on the other hand I like breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I called a nurse to check my blood sugar (they have the glucometer), she said she'd be right there. I waited about 15 minutes while chatting with my dad and my boyfriend, noticed the time, and called again. Maybe 5 minutes later they showed up. If it had been an instance of a low blood sugar, I would have been fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) About half an hour after starting an hour-long IV, a lab tech wandered into my room wanting to draw blood. She told me she was scheduled to draw my blood at 9pm, and that it had to be before the IV was started. It was 9:30, and she acknowledged this. She looked at me, confused, as though I was going to tell her something other than "well, I guess you fucked up." She sort of ambled away in a confused fashion, then later came back and said she couldn't do a blood draw, and left. She just looked so helpless and confused. The way she seemed to want an answer from me, the chronically uninformed patient, was sort of pathetic. They don't tell me anything here, she's supposed to be the informed one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My primary gripe is that I'm supposed to be gaining weight, but the food here is... problematic. The stuff they deliver to our rooms is of questionable quality. This wouldn't be that much of a problem if it weren't for the fact that the cafeteria closes at 6:30pm and they stop delivering if you call after 7:30pm. I tend to get hungry around 11pm. The only place that's open that late that serves food has RIDICULOUS mark-ups on their food. Two sticks of string cheese cost $1. Add that to a pre-made sandwich and a lemonade, and you pay roughly $6 for what I would consider to be a light meal. This is not conducive to gaining weight in any way. Thank god my parents are willing to bring me outside food, or I'd starve in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad here, to be fair. I've got a night nurse named Annie that I remember from my last stay here, and she was one of the few people here that I genuinely liked. I have discovered that she is a fellow cheese aficionado, and I am considering giving her some aged cheddar if I get a chance. Genuinely good nurses deserve cheese rewards.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:130005</id>
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    <title>hospital</title>
    <published>2009-06-24T06:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-24T06:16:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my lungs have been getting progressively shittier lately. Besides that, I had a really nasty virus or infection or something that knocked me on my ass for over 3 weeks. For the sake of my health, I'm checking into the hospital (as my pulmonologist wants). I've got stuff to do before I go in, so I won't be checking in until Friday. That should give me enough time to do laundry and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out things to do while I'm there. I'm going to be doing a lot of reading, since I told my dad I'd re-read (and finally finish) Stephen King's Dark Tower series. I figure I could try reading some Robin Hobb, as well, since she's an author my dad likes that I've yet to try. I'll have my laptop, of course. I'm also considering bringing my PS2 to play some old PS1 games. Those things can keep a girl occupied for freaking MONTHS. FF7, Chrono Cross, Star Ocean, etc are all multi-disk games that are assured to take up my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to suggest other activities to keep me busy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:129593</id>
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    <title>YOU'RE OLD!</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T22:54:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-05T22:54:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My boyfriend Chris turned 25 yesterday. As I often tease him, he is an old man. Despite all that, we had an awesome couple of days together to celebrate his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over on Saturday evening to spend the night with me just cuddling and hanging out. I had a pretty nasty stomach ache at the time, but it subsided eventually and I was feeling my old self again on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday started off with a couple of nice showers, crepes for breakfast, watching TV together, and then going back to bed for a nap. We woke up a couple hours later and headed to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for our dinner that night. Since neither he nor I were totally free on his actual birthday, we decided to do most of our celebrating on the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made chicken alfredo sauce with sun-dried tomatoes on fettucini. It was FUCKING DELICIOUS. Next time I know to add more chicken and to dice the tomatoes beforehand, but it was still terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert we made rainbow-y lemon cake. We did this by separating the batter out into 5 cups and adding different food coloring to each cup. Then we swirled them together in the pans. It turned out quite well. As frosting, I made an easy home-made chocolate frosting. The blend of chocolate and lemon was exquisite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of cuddling and just spending quality time together, Chris went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, his birthday, Chris had work and I had class, so we didn't get together until that evening. I brought over the leftovers from the night before, and we ate and talked and cuddled like we always do. It was damned nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an overall wonderful weekend with my love. He makes me smile like nobody else can. :D</content>
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    <title>Friday</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T22:10:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T22:10:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous in Milwaukee. Highs in the 80s, sunny, and breezy. After opening up the windows and doing a little bit of cleaning and organizing, I ran to the bank to deposit a cheque to make sure I had enough money in my account to pay my internet bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:30 or so, Chris showed up with his bike. He was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt, so he was absolutely soaked in sweat by the time he got here. He changed into a spare shirt I lent him and we went to Dairy Queen for food. After picking up a couple things at CVS, we locked up the house and headed out on our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bike path through Estabrook Park south, to near Locust Street. We went down to the Milwaukee river at Riverside Park and spent a little time enjoying the weather on a park bench there. After hauling our bikes back up the bluff there, we wandered our way to Subway where I got a sandwich. We headed back to my place, and made dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was still so hot out, we hung around without our shirts (I was wearing a sports bra) while waiting for dinner to cook. After we cleaned up from dinner, we spent time just laying around naked simply because we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed home around 10:30 or so. It was still really warm out, so he didn't mind riding back in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just an absolutely awesome day with my love. :D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:129150</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Get Real</title>
    <published>2009-04-10T14:06:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T14:06:05Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="reality tv"/>
    <category term="competitions"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What reality show would you most want to be a contestant on? What would your strategy for winning be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=853'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=853"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be on "Charm School", simply because it'd be such a goddamn easy show to win. All you have to do is not be a stupid bitch, and you're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm automatically polite, even while intoxicated. All I'd have to do is be my charming self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I want easy money.</content>
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    <title>cleaning my keyboard</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T13:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T13:27:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How is it possible to get so much cat hair in the keyboard of a laptop? I desperately need some canned air. Ew.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:128523</id>
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    <title>jealousy</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T10:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T10:24:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I felt an entirely new emotion today. Something that I can honestly say I've never experienced before. I felt a pang of jealousy. I suppose it's a testament to the fact that I'm not the jealous type that I've only just now encountered this sensation. It's a weird feeling. I suppose I ought to explain how this came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Chris online, and he recently found out that one of his roommates is moving out in a couple months. In light of this, he's considering moving to an entirely new place as well. Apparently there's a possibility of moving in with his friend/coworker Elena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify, Elena is an extremely sexual person. As in ridiculously so. And when he first mentioned the idea, he just mentioned Elena, not any other roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a split second, my brain screamed "COMPETITION ALERT! Man your battle stations! This is MY man, goddammit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surprised me how powerful and how visceral a reaction it was. It honestly caught me completely off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a completely irrational response, and that's honestly sort of weird for me. I tend to be very careful about thinking things out before I react to them. When I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; get a chance to think about it, I realized that Elena isn't a threat to me at all. She doesn't think of Chris in a sexual way even when he's outright talking about sex. She has described him multiple times as being "like one of those guys from Pleasantville." And even besides that, I trust Chris not to be a douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess overall I was just really surprised by how... primal this emotion was. It was an extremely odd sensation for me. I suppose I just felt the need to write it down.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:128284</id>
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    <title>lemons</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T05:26:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-02T05:26:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck I love cooking with lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:128077</id>
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    <title>contacts</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T08:07:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T08:07:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm considering getting contacts. I tried them a couple years ago and decided they weren't for me at the time, but I've changed my mind over the past few months. For one thing, it's easy for my glasses to fall off or get knocked around. I have no clear peripheral vision for driving, and it's so easy to steam up my lenses. Especially annoying is when I'm snuggled up to Chris and turn to kiss him, but end up knocking my glasses around instead. I'll keep the glasses around for looking older and sophisticated, but I think that contacts are a better option for me as far as everyday use goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy April Fools to those who actually read this on the day that it's posted! This isn't some strange and pointless April Fools joke, but rather a mundane and pointless speculation.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:127933</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Big Debates</title>
    <published>2009-03-15T08:25:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-15T08:25:11Z</updated>
    <category term="government funding"/>
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    <category term="stem cell research"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think stem cell research is good, bad, or dangerous? Should it be funded by the government?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_srkfanatic15' lj:user='srkfanatic15' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://srkfanatic15.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://srkfanatic15.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;srkfanatic15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=818'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=818"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows even the tiniest bit about me should know that I support stem cell research whole-heartedly. There's no downside. And YES the government should fund it. What kind of retard would be against stem cell research?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>stupid life, getting in the way of my cuddle time!</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T06:37:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-05T06:37:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The last week or so I haven't seen as much of Chris as I'd like. A large part of that has been going to class, seeing my parents, taking care of things at my house, and just getting some "me time". But the problem with "me time" is the severe lack of snuggles. And cute boys in general, really. It also appears to involve a lot of zoning out while watching TV. And failing to get groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to summarize this post, I miss my love and I'm lazy. Nothing new there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my stomach hurts. Blah.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:127333</id>
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    <title>blah blah</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T06:59:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-26T06:59:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn if I don't love my boy. He's just so cuddly and sweet and creative. I can't wait to go dancing with him tomorrow and fall asleep in his arms tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I think my cat is getting fat. I need to start playing with him more, make him exercise. He sure is cuddly and warm, though. And so orange and fuzzy.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>6-month anniversary</title>
    <published>2009-02-20T21:58:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-20T21:58:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yesterday was my 6-month anniversary with Chris. And... that's all I really have to say about it, to be honest. We had a nice, private day together. Much cuddling was had. He's my love and he knows it. :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beckyogg:126796</id>
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    <title>bored again</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T07:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T07:38:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC reckons most people have only read 6 of the following 100 books.&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and put an 'X' after those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Comment on what a poncy twit they, who put these things on their profile are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien X&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling X&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee X&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell X&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman X&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens X&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller X&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (some, not all)&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier X&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien X&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger X&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald X&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams X&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll X&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis X&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis X&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden X&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell X&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown X&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding X&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert X&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley X&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck X&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold X&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas X&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker X&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray &lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens X&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White X&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Alborn&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle X&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams X&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare X&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl X&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only read 31 of these books. I will have to change that.</content>
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    <title>another meme</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T02:27:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T03:02:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My Bail is $170.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is HILARIOUS! Just read the 'offense' and if you've done it, you&lt;br /&gt;owe that fine. Keep going until you've read each 'offense' and added up&lt;br /&gt;your total fine. Title your bulletin 'My Bail is $........' You don't&lt;br /&gt;have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smoked pot -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk --$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheated on your significant other -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Went streaking -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Kissed a co-worker-- $ 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Kissed your boss --$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Been arrested -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Spent time in jail -- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Peed in the pool -- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Played spin the bottle -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Done something you regret -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Slept with your best friend &amp;gt;-- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Been in love with a stripper -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Went skinny dipping -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Been slapped-- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Slapped someone-- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Beat up someone -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Been jumped -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Ever had sex at church -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Dated someone you met on My Space -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Cheated on test -- $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Vandalized something -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Slept with someone in your parents' bed -- $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Crossed dressed -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Given money to stripper -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Flirted with an officer to get out of a ticket-- $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Been in love with a stripper -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Kissed some one who's name you didn't know --$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Hit on some one of the same sex while at work-- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Ever drive drunk -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Used toys while having sex -- $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Had sex in a pool -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Masturbated -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend --$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Done oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Got oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Done / got oral in a car while it was moving-- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-- $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Stole something -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Slept with someone who has been in jail -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Made a dirty home video -- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Plan on making a dirty home video in the near future --$30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Had a threesome -- $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Had sex in a public place-- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars --$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Kissed a teacher while you were still a student--$25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Lied to your mate -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;- Available -- nope&lt;br /&gt;- Age -- 19&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance – lack of food&lt;br /&gt;- Animal -- tiger&lt;br /&gt;- Actor – Viggo Mortensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Beer – not sure yet&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace -- February 17, Elm Grove&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friends – Melanie, Chris&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex -- eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world -- being in love&lt;br /&gt;- Blind or Deaf – deaf&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather – snow or warm rain&lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love – I think so&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage? – yup&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself? – sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets - sure, but not necessarily intelligent life&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles -- nope&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic -- nope&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God -- HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan -- nah&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa -- no&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits – I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Evolution – definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car – '95 Lexus with 360,000 miles on it&lt;br /&gt;- Candy – gourmet chocolates with caramel&lt;br /&gt;- Colour -- purple&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school – unfortuntely&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla -- true vanilla bean is good, but milk chocolate is so smooth&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican – Chinese all the way&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie – pie&lt;br /&gt;- Country to visit -- Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night – summer nights&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle – a NEW Lexus&lt;br /&gt;- Danced – definitely&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the rain? - of course&lt;br /&gt;- Do the splits? -- not all the way, but close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs – only as an ingredient&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes -- mine are brown, my boy's are blue&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has a Heart -- not necessarily&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class? -- yes... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush – I don't even remember his name&lt;br /&gt;- Full name – this is the internet, so I'm not telling&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up – can I get away with going back to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- Food – malts and chicken oregano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear – being alone&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or taker -- I like to give, but taking is fun, too&lt;br /&gt;- Goals – become a criminal profiler&lt;br /&gt;- Gum - no particular favorite&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents? -- quite well, actually&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charm – my hotdog pillow&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color – medium to dark brown&lt;br /&gt;- Height -- 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;- Clothing Style – jeans, tank tops, and hoodies... and boots&lt;br /&gt;- Characteristics – pale as all hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Happy – pretty happy right now, yes&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday – Halloween is ALL about fun&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die – zombie apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;- Health freak? – HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;- Hate – only based on politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream – cookies n' cream&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument – voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewelry – a bangle I got from Chris, and occasionally a simple necklace&lt;br /&gt;- Job – none at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids – none&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate -- what?&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal? – hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride – road trip from Wisconsin to Ottawa&lt;br /&gt;- Love -- is worth it&lt;br /&gt;- Letter -- Q&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried – a long while.... I don't really cry&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight – love is not that simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavor – chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Movie – Pan's Labrynth&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone? – nah&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage -- not for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness? – in cars sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings -- just the one&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings – one in either ear&lt;br /&gt;- Number -- 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- Overused Phrases – I mostly just hate misspellings, really&lt;br /&gt;- One wish – a cure for CF. :(&lt;br /&gt;- One phobia – arachnophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Place you’d like to live -- in a ritzy house on the lake&lt;br /&gt;- Perfect Pizza – cheese and onion and garlic and more cheese&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke – I don't like cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry – missing a loved one&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V. – Tool Academy&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station – 102.1 or 88.9&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle? -- what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song – &lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size – 7.5&lt;br /&gt;- Salad Dressing -- bleu cheese&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi – tuna&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped school -- on occasion&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside -- not in a long time&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body? – only at funerals&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked? -- nope&lt;br /&gt;- Skinny dipped? – sorta?&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily? -- not reliably&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well? – definitely&lt;br /&gt;- Sing in the shower? – not usually&lt;br /&gt;- Swear? – yes&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed Animals? -- yes&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates – mostly single&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries -- strawberries&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent – a cure for genetic illness&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed – midnight&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms – are awesome&lt;br /&gt;- TV -- Criminal Minds, bitches&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose -- not quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable – spend enough time around me, I become predictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate – broccoli&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love – onions&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot – secluded beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness – I'm not so great at making new friends&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up – criminal profiling, if I can&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you -- probably my sister, actually&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most -- my dad, probably&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling – loneliness&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model? – sometimes, but it's too much work&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die - depends on what you have done with your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays – I have them done yearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;- Year it is now -- 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow - the color of canaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal – tigers&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign – Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO…&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in a bed beside you? Chris, obviously&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person to see you cry? assuming he was watching, Chris&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you? Chris&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? either Chris or Mel&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with? Chris... again&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? my mom, actually</content>
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