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  <title>Blobs Of Ink</title>
  <subtitle>Silent Screams</subtitle>
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    <name>Megan Oxford</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-02T15:26:07Z</updated>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T15:26:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-02T15:26:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let's pretend I was never born, shall we?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:32043</id>
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    <title>New Hair</title>
    <published>2007-03-14T15:13:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T15:13:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's my new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Hair Picture"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e51/Delaraclya/Hair004.jpg?t=1173885147" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:31811</id>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-03-06T14:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T18:34:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-06T18:34:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New mouse today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hearts all over the place*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Dib. He's a boy. He's going to make babies for me. We're in love.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my room mates for putting up with my obsessions!! XD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:31598</id>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-03-02T01:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-02T05:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-02T05:16:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">World's best Pasta EVER was made tonight... at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yum. *Hearts*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:31238</id>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-03-01T17:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T21:16:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T21:16:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is Like Heroin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/heroin.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're capable of the highest highs and the lowest lows.&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to feeling good, you'll do almost anything to avoid pain.&lt;br /&gt;People seek you out, even though you can be quite moody. They're hooked on you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:31037</id>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-27T13:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T17:10:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T17:10:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just want for you to listen... Just for a moment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:30835</id>
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    <title>Pcitures!</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T21:16:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T21:16:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some pictures... So I should probably put these into a cut, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Some Pictures And Such..."&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Loki, my snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-841.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24841_2739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gaz, one of my female mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-853.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24853_4523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gir, she's also another female mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-854.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24854_4991.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my one male mouse, Zim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-856.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24856_8788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, D7, my male betta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-846.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24846_1186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really crapy photo, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Toni, this is Curtis' turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-849.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24849_2424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it looks like in my closet, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-847.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/195/117/513947089/n513947089_24847_1607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that's enough photo's for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least everyone can see my little stinks, finally.&lt;br /&gt;So in love with them... *Hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoys!!</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-22T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T02:34:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T02:34:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I feel like crap, because you yelled at me.. and you took your anger out on me.&lt;br /&gt;kthx.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I want a serious response... Am I really that annoying... Or am I really that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Like.. Do I pick fights or something? I wish someone would just be honest with me for two minutes so I could stop whatever the hell it is I'm doing... so these fights could just end.</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-20T20:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T23:39:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T23:39:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh god I missed Corner Brook!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get home... *Barf*&lt;br /&gt;LoL&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss mom's cooking so bad.. And all my friends...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I'm leaving... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of people I didn't get to see... WAAAAAH</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delaraclya:30202</id>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-18T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T01:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T01:52:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Doing my hair again, because I'm just that cool!!&lt;br /&gt;Whee&lt;br /&gt;Me and Scott are installing pink, purple, and blue into our hair tonight. Then we're going to Specker's house for some well needed movie watching. I think we're going to take a lot longer then we thought we would take. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... it's Sunday now... which sucks. I leave on Saturday... And I really don't want to go. Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="There's More..."&gt;Anywho... I think we're going drinking again Tuesday, haha!&lt;br /&gt;I always end up drinking lots when I'm in Corner Brook... but never when I'm in Halifax... No wonder there's so many Alcoholic's in Corner Brook... it's all people do here.. and they act as though they have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit if you ask me, I think there's tons to do, you just need the right friends!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my's... I'm somewhat tired because I havn't been getting much sleep since I left. I slept barely an hour on the bus... A few hours on the ferry coming over... And last night I slept at Scott's, and my mother called at like 12 and woke me up to go shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;I bought two new tank top's and a mini skirt... Haha&lt;br /&gt;It's blue/green plaid... Short as hell... and fucking hot as hell!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to Wal Mart soon and get a white button up top for myself... Yep... Going to be one hot school girl.. Because I know I have the body for it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk like that, because then the drama filled people say I'm bragging... But I mean... Let's be honest... I actually do have a nice stomach.. and whatnot, and I've spent like.. Almost my whole life wearing sweater's and long sleeved shirts because people talk their shit. Well, if the people with love handles flying everywhere and stupid beer belly's can wear clothes that people my size can't fit into because it's too small, why the fuck can't I show off my stomach once in awhile?&lt;br /&gt;I, for once, would like to have some attention and be told that I look nice... I finally know what it feels like to have people look at me and say I'm hot, so for once in my life I'm going to give them something to look at and to compliment.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all of you BlueKaffe/LiveJournal drama Queen's/King's who think I should hide my skin. Your opinion means nothing to me anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some good 'ol World of Warcraft!</content>
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    <title>Oh My...</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T15:34:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-17T15:34:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm at the ferry terminal right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be in my home, in Corner Brook, warm, with my family and friends, and not alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp; H-A-T-E the ferry.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-16T10:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T14:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T14:06:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leaving in like.... ten minutes to get a cab... And then get the bus... and then get the ferry... and then get the bus.... and then drive to Scott's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Ride: 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Bus Ride:&amp;nbsp; 510 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Ferry Ride: 480 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Bus Ride: 210 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 1215 minutes&amp;nbsp; (About 20 hours, 15 minutes or more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi...</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-15T12:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T16:27:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T16:27:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Trip's not today.... It's tomorrow... Be in Corner Brook Saturday. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-15T09:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T13:48:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T13:48:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There was a rose on top of my moniter this morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smile-</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-14T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T16:53:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T16:53:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh my I'm so excited about going home... Although trying to get my check, change it, and then get to the bus is going to be SO frustrating... I have an hour basically, if I'm lucky, to get my check, find the bus station, and get on the bus and pay them, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I should call them soon to see if I pay on the bus, or before the bus..&lt;br /&gt;ugh on all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest for a minute... I'm so confused about everything...&lt;br /&gt;I keep going from being head over heels madly in love with Curtis, to unsearch if he even wants to speak to me, to not wanting to look at him, to wanting to be only his best friend. The cycle starts again, spins around, and keeps going...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to tell everyone about my personal life... But it's starting to get tiresome... Seeing especially as it has nothing to do with him, it's just me being so retarded, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Devin, my ex, the other day, and we're meeting up when I get in CB. It's still so hard to try and move on from him, although I never talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because I broke up with him because I thought he wasn't emotionally attached to me... And I felt so many things that... well.. I don't think are there anymore.. And it's scary, because he wanted to marry me... I know he did because he had engagment rings picked out... That's kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;He's the kind of guy I can see myself with, too. He treated me like gold, I can't lie there. He was always there for me, I can't lie there... He was an awesome guy.. But it was like he just wasn't able to put down all the walls he had created over his life time and actually open up to me, or ... talk to me at all about anything more than our atmosphere around us... Like.. the physical stuff... There was no, "I'm feeling down..." Or even, "I'm feeling great."&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I talked to him last night, he told me completly how he felt, his emotions, what he was doing about it...&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Curtis live as though we're together... We sometimes talk like we are, we eat together everyday, smoke together, play video games together... We've been like one person for so long now.. This week is going to be really rough I think. I'm not used to being away from him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop looking at the negatives. Scott and Devin need me right now more than anything, Curtis will be fine without me. I'll be fine without Curtis.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Tiffany either..&lt;br /&gt;That'll be amazing..&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say there's anyone I don't want to see right now... I'm just in that good of a mood, knowing I'm going to help out Scott so much, that nothing can bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;Try as you might, this week will be the perfect week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to get ready for work!</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-13T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T01:22:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T01:22:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel so sick...&amp;nbsp; x_____x;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home on Friday... probably around dinner time.. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;Corner Brook, here I come!!</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-12T23:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T03:55:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T03:55:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Probably not going to be on this a lot for the next week or two...&lt;br /&gt;The worse happened... -Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Corner Brook Friday...</content>
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    <title>I Think I'm Heading Home!!</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T17:47:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T17:47:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, I'm not going to say why... Because well... There's enough people in Corner Brook that talk shit, that no one needs to know. =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home for a short time.. I don't care what it takes, I'm getting home...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I should be in Corner Brook either this week, or the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed though... I read Alona's BlueKaffee... And she's getting on with her bullshit again, saying shit to please others. It's not that I'm mad at her, I'm mad that everyone does that. They say shit to please the masses.. Well you know what? Fuck them. Say what YOU believe... And don't be a moron and say one thing to one person, and another to someone else so that people are "happy". You're fucking true friends are going to like you no matter what, you don't need to please them.&lt;br /&gt;My true friends, they actually listen to me.. And when I make a bad choice, they tell me what would benefit me... But they don't force it on me, and they don't get mad if I don't listen... They just try and help.&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, drama will get the best of most people.. So I guess, let her say what she wants, she'll be the one sorry in the end when she doesn't know what a true friend is and she has people she's trying to please 24/7, and don't know what drama to come up with today to make them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going to see select few people while I'm in town. If you don't make the effort to contact me, don't expect me to say hello even if I do see you, lol. Sounds rude, but I'm sick of trying to please everybody else. I'm only one person, I've a full plate as it is already... So if someone leaves me a message, or calls or something, I'll make time for you. Other than that, if anyone whines I didn't go see them, all I'm going to say to you is Muffin.&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm a bitch today... I guess it's time for a smoke!!&lt;br /&gt;LoL</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-10T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T23:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T23:28:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My head hurts too much to actually post anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick note for &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kwanboa' lj:user='kwanboa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kwanboa.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://kwanboa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kwanboa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my e-mail is mags.oxford@gmail.com and thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, thanks for the concern! ^^;; I remember what happened to her... As mean as this sounds though.. I want that to happen to me so I can get some food for my snake.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;___&amp;lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a sin and all ... but I mean.. He needs to feed, right?&lt;br /&gt;I think me and Curtis worked out something that he's going to try and kill them the humaine way... And I'm going to cover my ears and cry like a baby, and he's allowed to make fun of me. Yep, good deal says me.</content>
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    <title>Please Read This!!</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T01:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T01:59:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A quick note for &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kwanboa' lj:user='kwanboa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kwanboa.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://kwanboa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kwanboa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... my response to you a few entries ago was harsh.. But hun.. I didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're a bad person, we just didn't see eye to eye on a subject... and it makes a lot of sense because it's a tough subject.&lt;br /&gt;This is my formal appology(sp?) because well.. sadly enough... I think this is the only way we keep in touch. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I still believe what you said was a little harsh.. the whole.. take them back ordeal... But I still think you're rad, and I hope you think the same of me.. Because I don't let things like that get between people. In fact, I think it makes them stronger if they can agree that both sides don't see eye to eye, but they can still talk.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... I'm sure you'll be cool with it all, I know you're not a loser like the drama starting losers this world is full of.&lt;br /&gt;Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Mittens is too cute. *Hearts* lol&lt;br /&gt;And.. Curtis is gone to work, Shane's out drinking.. I'm home alone.. SOMEONE COME VISIT ME!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to find something to keep me busy...</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-08T17:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T22:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T22:01:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bad Religion - American Jesus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Me, Shane, and Curtis ... My room mates, of course... Are sitting around thinking of dumbass names... To make up a joke band, making fun of dumb emo kids. I wanted to call it, "Emo's-R-Us" just because it's mega stupid. I've no idea what we're going to call it though... Of course, we're going to wear all black and be all sad in the pics we take. Curtis, obviously, isn't going to shave, because he's the evil looking one, who will have black, long hair, and be so scary looking! Me, I'll put a random shade of really bright colors in my bangs, and then put the rest of my hair really black... Put on a retarded amount of make-up, obviously bright colors mixed with blacks to make myself look "special"... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Shane.. he's just going to wear all black clothes, maybe cross his arms, and just stand there, because we're forcing him to do this or else we won't be his friends anymore. (All a joke of course)&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be too funny... And we're going to write a dumbass song that's all whiney and whatnot, and try to make it sound hardcore, because we're defiently the best.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fun thought anyway... We had a good laugh thinking it up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... Time to go search for ugly make-up colors... I normally don't wear make-up, so this task might be the hardest part... Doesn't matter, because after the first photo shoot I'll be out anyway and need to buy more.. Because in order to be cool you have to put on pounds and pounds of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, don't forget to hold the camera yourself Megan, and take pictures in an ackward angle, then move five degree's, take another, repeat until your Oofay page is full of them and you get at least ten points to consider yourself cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... this will rock.</content>
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    <title>Whee</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T16:16:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T16:16:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Led Zeppelin - Gallows Pole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="So In Love With These Words..."&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Been Dazed and Confused for so long it's not true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wanted a woman, never bargained for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lots of people talk and few of them know, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Soul of a woman was created below. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Run around sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Gonna love you baby, here I come again. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; Every day I work so hard, bringin' home my hard earned pay &lt;br /&gt; Try to love you baby, but you push me away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been, &lt;br /&gt; Sweet little baby, I want you again. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true. &lt;br /&gt; Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Take it easy baby, let them say what they will. &lt;br /&gt; Will your tongue wag so much when I send you the bill?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd highlight a few of the lyrics there that seem too real, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I've still been feeling pretty good. I miss Scott, Tiffany, and Kelly like mad. D: Yeah, there's lots of other people I miss so bad, but these guys are like my family, and it sucks to be away from them for so long.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've picked up smoking, but I can't say for sure, haha. I love the act of smoking, even though that sounds retarded. I just love the look of smoke, and the feel of smoke going through my body... Kind of hypnotizing if you ask me... So it sucks that we havn't been smoking the MJ lately... Because that was enough for me, haha. Now, there's no MJ... which means I smoke Prime Times so that I get the feeling of smoke and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's dumb, but I never once said I was smart, or right, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our rats get along, which is good. Mittens is the littlest, and Toast is the bigger (obviously, lol), and Toast uses Mittens as a pillow... Sadly enough, it's kind of cute, because I think Mittens like it, hehe. Either way, Mittens is still new, and he's still afraid of everything... Toast, however, crawls over everything, everyone, and is still young enough that he craps on the blankets. -_O;; Thankfully, he won't crap on people anymore... Never got mad at him or anything, he just doesn't, thanks Toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; Bright light almost blinding, black night still there shining, &lt;br /&gt; I can't stop, keep on climbing, looking for what I knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had a friend, she once told me, "You got love, you ain't lonely," &lt;br /&gt; Now she's gone and left me only looking for what I knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now, &lt;br /&gt; Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Met a man on the roadside crying, without a friend, there's no denying, &lt;br /&gt; You're incomplete, they'll be no finding looking for what you knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down, although it grieves you, &lt;br /&gt; Some day you'll need someone like they do, looking for what you knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now, &lt;br /&gt; Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Oh B..."&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;So... one of my good friends online, who's name is Brian... Is forcing me to start drawing again.. And I thank him, because I've missed it so much... I have an idea for something. I'm going to go and try to get it on paper now. Wish me luck, haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ugh!</title>
    <published>2007-02-05T19:08:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-05T19:08:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so frustrated right now... With so many people..&lt;br /&gt;It seems like no matter what I say, there's always someone who tries to either twist my words around to make me sound like a complete moron, idiot, or jackass... OR they don't read/listen to half of what I have to say and just assume I'm a bad person!&lt;br /&gt;It just frustrates me to know that most people in this world don't take the time to listen to someone... or take the time to realize they're not trying to do the wrong, but trying to figure how to do the right...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... people like my Kelly, Tiffany and Scott... They listen to everything I have to say... And they either try and talk me out of what I want to do, and tell me WHY I should... not just jump at me... Or they agree with me and we still think of the pro's and con's and see if there is another way to do what I'm doing... Much like when I moved out... Me, Tiffany, Kelly, and Scott had many talks. Not all together mind you, but we talked so much. Tried to see what would be better for me... What would be best for my parents... Everything was talked about. And in the end, we though we had the best situation for me.. Now I find myself in Halifax, and I couldn't be happier. Things were rough at first, but now I'm mega happy!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as always, people are going to read this... And once again I'm going to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore, to be honest. I know who my true friends are... And I miss them dearly. COME HOME KELLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shakes fist-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... going to eat some breakfast, then go play with mittens, my new rat! -Hearts-&amp;nbsp; He's so cute!! ^^;; Him and Toast, Curtis' rat, sleep together in their hammick(sp?) ... awwr... I love them so bad!</content>
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    <title>delaraclya @ 2007-02-04T00:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T04:58:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T04:58:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh yeah.. Forgot to update on the mouse situation.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse, I repeat, I REFUSE to take a pencil.. or another long, yet small, object and SNAP my baby mice's NECKS so that they die quickly. I'm sorry, but to snap it's neck.. I can't do it. I'd puke every time, and not only, I'd cry myself to sleep up until a day or two until the mice had new babies, and then I would continue to cry myself to sleep after having do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apparently according to every website I've visited .. this is a "Humane" way...&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm sorry, I still refuse to snap their necks.&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my plan. Breathing into the container I place them in so it's full of carbon dioxide (Or however you spell it) .. and then close the lid, and place them in the freezer... Yeah, I'm terrible for doing this.. But can you honestly tell me that snaping their necks is nicer?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it... I can't bring myself to do it... So instead, I'm taking the cowardly way out, and freezing them. Well.. let's be honest here.. I'M not going to do it.. Curtis is... So maybe if I get him to read the websites he'll snap their neck... One things for sure, this chicky ain't doing it. I just can't.. I won't.. I refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, feel free to post your opinions... cause I know this is a strong issue for some... I'm not trying to say I'm right in what I do, I wish there was another way to kill the pinkies... I just can't snap their necks. I'm sorry to those who wish I didn't do it the way I plan to... I really .. truely.. am sorry.. =(&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you know another way... A way that I can sleep easy.. and a way that the mice will be healthy enough for my snake to eat... I want to know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't serve them alive to my snake, for he needs one every week, and mice don't make babies every week... And I'd still have like ten pinkies left over that still need to either be rid of, or new homes to be found)</content>
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    <title>So Tired...</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T04:51:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I worked today from 2 until 11... I'm very tired right now, because when I got home I had to change the mouse's cage... Then I had to clean the cat litter... And I had to clean up the room a little.. Ugh. I don't mind doing these things, but I was told I didn't have to do the cat litter... but ended up having to anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't complain I guess.. I survived.&lt;br /&gt;Things lately, have still been going well. I'm very happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;Normally by now something would have fucked up... but nope... I guess I'm soon do for something big? lol&lt;br /&gt;Had a veggie sub from Subway today. YUM! I love Vegetarian food so much... Yet I don't know where to get good stuff, nor do I know how to cook it... I should pick up a vegetarian cookbook next time I'm out... Just as well I was a vegetarian.. Well, one that ate poultry anyway.. I refuse to give up eating chicken. Soooo very good.. Gawd I loves me some chicken I do!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my's... I'm working tomorrow at 7am... Well.. TODAY I guess... -__o;;&lt;br /&gt;Stab me in the face, please?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind working.. I just HATE mornings. And morning rushes... Wait... It's Sunday... YES! Rushes are slowed down.. I think.. I hope... -Shakes fist- It better be!&lt;br /&gt;So... I got a weird message from Alona. o_O;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mother gives me the most evil glares."&lt;br /&gt;One, I didn't know my mother knew her?&lt;br /&gt;Two.. My mother gives ME the most evil glares... Not to mention chases me around the house with frying pans trying to hit me in the ass, lol. My mother is not to be taken so seriously. She's retarded... Not to mention more of a kid then I'll ever be.. For crying out loud the women still wakes up early to watch the morning cartoons.. lol God I miss my mother.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. Off to bed. Whee</content>
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