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  <title>To her, with love</title>
  <subtitle>Always keep your hand this close to mine</subtitle>
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    <name>Blue eyed girl</name>
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  <updated>2005-03-07T21:44:56Z</updated>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2005-03-07T15:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T21:44:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T21:44:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have not written for three months. I really only keep this so I can steal pictures from Lauren for the scrapbook. Sadly I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you from my previous life (meaning Colorado Springs) I hope things are going positively for you. I hope that your wishes and dreams are unfolding exactly the way that you planned them to. However, if they aren't, just know that there is something better and brighter that is sure to happen instead. Everything happens for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you from my current life (whatever that may be) I hope the same. However, you are much more accessable, and we go to a tiny college. So I pretty much already know if things aren't going smashingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty worthless update for being dead for three months. I'll probably dissappear again though. So don't be alarmed. Just know that I'm thinking of you and that my e-mail is felicia@sc.stephens.edu if you want to talk, or send pictures. Ones from the Searcy formal would be delightful. Not that I'm hinting or anything like that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:5662</id>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-12-04T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-04T20:34:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-04T20:34:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have nothing interesting to say. Last night Alexis and I went to Follies. Then we went to Gumby's and got pizza. While we were there we made up our boyfriends. They're in a band. Mine is the drummer and hers is the lead guitarist/singer and works at a pizza place. Mine is unemployed for the time being. They're both super hot of course. Hers has black hair and wears nailpolish and mine has messy brown hair and doesn't enjoy makeup unless it's on me. They're both smart enough to hold good conversations, but not smart enough to make us feel dumb. They have a car, and are possibly room mates. They like to take us out places, but we decided that our first dates can't be eating. It makes us too self concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also noticed that we were the only people at the restaurant that weren't a couple. It's kind of sad. I mean, as terrible as this is going to sound, even the girls who weren't as pretty as us had boyfriends. We're nice girls. Where are our hot band boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:5613</id>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-12-02T20:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T02:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T02:05:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know I've been MIA for ages. I'm mostly updating to say that I have a new AIM name. &lt;b&gt;my pretty mouthx&lt;/b&gt; So you should all add it to your lists. Mmmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good. Home was good. School is busy. I got stuck in the middle of Kansas in a snowstorm and didn't get back until last night. I'm glad to be here now that I am though. My mother was driving me crazy at home. It's good to be out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. I need to read my friends page and comment. I'm so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go.</content>
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    <title>Help!</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T17:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T17:40:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm stuck in the middle of Kansas in the snow and ice storm! Come and save me from my snowy demise!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:5117</id>
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    <title>Thankful</title>
    <published>2004-11-24T23:39:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-25T17:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In light of Thanksgiving I have decided to make a list of what I am thankful for. I'll be too busy to do it tomorrow, so I'm doing it now while I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all I'm thankful that I have a family that doesn't make me eat turkey on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm thankful for all of my necessaries (food, clothing, shelter, health insurance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm thankful for all of the things that make my life a little bit easier - birth control pills, coffee, locks on doors, dandruff shampoo, Smirnoff, Easy-Mac, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm thankful that I'm a rich bitch. Really I am. I'm lucky that my parents make enough money to pay for me to go to the college that I want to, plus everything in numbers 2 and 3. Not that they know they're paying for Smirnoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm thankful that my family gets along... most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm thankful that I'm not plagued by any diseases or (major) abnormalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm thankful for all of my Searcy girls who have helped me through my homesickness - Alexis, Marina, and Candace especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm thankful for Hallie and the fact that she lets me mooch rides across the country, even though I can't drive her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm thankful for automatic cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm thankful for my online girls - Heather and Cailin, and the fact that I deleted the less desirable ones from my life. Sorry Cailin. &lt;b&gt;And of course Jenna, who I can't believe I forgot the first time around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm thankful for good academic advisors, double majors, understanding professors, awesome dorm friends, Mizzou frat pledges, Super Wal-Mart on Broadway, Steak and Shake at 3 AM, &lt;s&gt;losing my virginity&lt;/s&gt; just kidding, boyfriends that are old enough to buy alcohol, plays, dance recitals, cancelled classes, and generally just the fact that I'm not in high school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everybody. &lt;a href="http://www.PETA.org"&gt;http://www.PETA.org&lt;/a&gt; for all your vegetarian holiday needs. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-11-24T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-24T23:19:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-24T23:19:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw Joe Carraccullo (I could never spell his name) at La Casita last night. I don't think he recognized me. I didn't know he still lived here. Not that I ever paid that much attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Jared Stapleton at Cinemark. He didn't recognize me either. Not that I talked to him or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm in town in case anybody cares.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:4463</id>
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    <title>Here comes the bride</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T03:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T03:16:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was upset earlier, so Jenna told me to think about something happy, like my wedding. So, seeing that I'm one of the only girls I know who hasn't planned her wedding, I did. Here's what I came up with. I'll warn you, it's pretty extensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalDress1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalDress2.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalEarrings1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalEarringsNecklace1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalVeil1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/Garter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalShoes1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridalBouquet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/MaidOfHonor1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/MaidOfHonor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridesmaidDress1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridesmaidFlower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BridesmaidShoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/FlowerGirlDress1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/FlowerGirlHeadband1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/FlowerGirlShoes1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/FlowerGirlBasket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/MotherOfTheBride1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/MotherOfTheBrideShoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/Groom1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/BestMan1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/Groomsmen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/Invitation1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/WeddingCake1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/Program1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/Wedding/RingPillow1.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:4144</id>
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    <title>Deletes journal</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T22:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T22:21:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anybody even care what I say here anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, I need your address. Please e-mail it to me, or tell me in an IM. :o) I don't want crazies stalking you, so no comments.</content>
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    <title>Over a week since I've updated</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T16:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-11T16:59:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Advising day was yesterday. So here is my class schedule for second semester. I'm going to put it here mostly for myself, since this semester I was dumb and threw out my paper one. That's the reason for the room number. I don't expect anyone else to know (or care) what DUD 107, etc., is. For those who haven't heard, I'm now double majoring in Graphic Design and MPR (Marketing, Public Relations, and Advertising). So I'm taking 18 credit hours next semester, which seems like a lot, but actually is about average here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;MWF&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - 9:50&lt;br /&gt;BUS 171 - Intro Entrepreneurship&lt;br /&gt;WLT 206&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - 1:50 &lt;br /&gt;ART 203 - Painting/Color&lt;br /&gt;CWS 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TR&lt;br /&gt;9:30 - 10:45&lt;br /&gt;HIS 213 - American Culture and Nature&lt;br /&gt;DUD 107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 - 12:15&lt;br /&gt;ENG 208 - Text and Meaning II&lt;br /&gt;DUD 222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - 2:45&lt;br /&gt;MCO 208 - Digital Photography&lt;br /&gt;MAC LAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 5:45&lt;br /&gt;GDE 120 - Digital Typography&lt;br /&gt;CWS 103&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sigh</title>
    <published>2004-11-04T04:45:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-04T04:45:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's to four years of gay marriage bans, illegalizing abortion, stem cell research that goes nowhere, and a lovely draft. Thank you, America. Thank you, Mr. Bush.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:3434</id>
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    <title>Not much to say</title>
    <published>2004-10-30T05:35:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-30T05:44:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never write in here anymore. I really should. I check my friends page at least once a day, but I'm too lazy to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I participated in Safe Trick Or Treating, which was sponsered by the college. Little kids came and trick or treated at the dorms, which was a lot of fun. We all dressed up and I tried to take pictures, but my camera died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to see Dangerous Liaisons at the Macklanburg Playhouse, which of course, was fabulous. All of the shows here are fabulous, even the bad ones. And when I say bad I mean the play, not the acting. Some of the plays that they choose are just terrible, like Our Town, which I've never liked. And Alamaba Rain, which was just too strange, even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a haunted house in the basement of my dorm tonight, but I didn't go to that because I'm a wuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play Carrie, Candace, Nell, and I watched Cruel Intentions, which is based on Dangerous Liaisons. It's amazing how many lines they took directly from the play. I think I'm going to have to buy that movie. Nell has it, but it's on VHS, and the only means I have for watching movies is my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way: Three weeks until I get to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sdjfhdsjkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's things I keep forgetting to write, and then I have to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my dance class. I couldn't afford to buy the tap shoes. I don't get to vote because the county never recieved my request for an absentee ballot. Apparently that's been a frequent occurance this year. Fishy things are happening with this election. My mother and I expect it's going to be even worse than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my grades. One A, three B's, and a C. Not fabulous, but they could be worse. GPA is 3.00 on the dot, which is what I need to keep my scholarship, so I'm not worried. Sometimes it's nice not to be an overachiever anymore. Straight A's are just too much work. I can't be a perfect salutatorian for my whole life.</content>
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    <title>YAY!</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T05:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T05:38:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Luke is officially coming to pick me up at Christmas! Eeeee! I'm so excited. I'm grinning like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDukey1228: so ms felicia&lt;br /&gt;ELDukey1228: you have a ride back to colorado springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.</content>
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    <title>Text and Meaning</title>
    <published>2004-10-22T02:48:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-22T02:48:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had to write a summary of an article for my Text and Meaning class. It was a pretty liberaly biased article, which I really enjoyed, but I wasn't sure how to summarize it. So, just for kicks, I decided to write about it from the other viewpoint. Which brings us to my summary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan Nafaa’s article The Neo-Con Triumph was a disturbing and skewed vision of the US and its policies. This liberally biased article pretty much accused the United States of interfering where it doesn’t belong. The article implied that the US is a pushy superpower only interested in oil. Obviously this sheltered Arab writer knows nothing about the US’s plans to bring peace to the Middle East. It is negative, uneducated liberal minds like these that will be the downfall of the world, not the United States. All that we’re trying to do in the Middle East is bring peace by ridding them of their terrorists and freeing innocent civilians from evil dictators. They should be thanking us for disposing of their Weapons of Mass Destruction, not shunning us for our fine help. Thanks to the United States and George Bush, hoodlums in the Middle East will be brought to justice and will terrorize the world no longer.</content>
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    <title>Sorry</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T03:48:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-20T03:48:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Normally I don't post these things, but I thought that this one was just too great. &lt;br /&gt;PS Stolen from Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hazelwudi/quizzes/Where%20do%20you%20fall%20on%20the%20liberal%20-%20conservative%20political%20spectrum%3F%20%20(United%20States)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hazelwudi/1043656641_topliberal.GIF" border="0" alt="Liberal"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where do you fall on the liberal - conservative political spectrum?  (United States)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-10-19T13:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-19T18:56:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-19T18:56:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dance was so much fun! Ah! I'm so glad I decided to take it. I was worried for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-10-18T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-19T00:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-19T00:48:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never write anymore. But that's okay. Most people on my list don't either. I guess we're all just too busy or lazy. I'm a little bit of both. I can find the time to read what everybody else writes, but not actually sit down and talk about what's going on. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my classes are going better. Really. I'm starting to get used to things here, and I don't really want to go home quite so badly. It only took me, what? 2 months? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I don't know what to say. So much goes on, but I can't think of any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Barn Party on Friday. Yes, that says barn. There was a corn maze. Yes, that says corn maze. It was actually a lot of fun, despite the fact that it was with the Campus Crusades for Christ kids. None of them tried to convert me or anything, so it was good. And there were boys. Which was okay. None of them were that cute, or nice for that matter. But the essence of boys was enough. Marina and I spent a good deal of time in the parking lot where she smoked, and I froze. I tricked her into going so that I wouldn't be the only nonholy kid there. She wasn't pleased, but spent time with me anyway. Oh, and there was a hay ride. The whole thing was very Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. What to say? I talked to Lauren today. Apparently CIVA has gone to crap. It makes me feel bad because I'm so used to being there and being able to help fix things, and I'm not. I'm not there to yell at stupid freshmen. I'm a stupid freshman. It's hard. I miss high school. The way it was. Not the way it is now. We were talking about quadratic formulas and factoring in one of my classes today and I kept having all of these Trig class flashbacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Evan too. I miss him a lot. He doesn't like where he's going to school, but he's taking all gen ed classes, so I'm not surprised. That's what happens when you go to college Undecided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course I talked to Luke. I always talk to Luke. Sometimes I feel like he's so important to me, and that we're "meant to be" or some BS like that. And other times I feel like he's the last person on earth that I want to talk to. Sometimes he just makes me so mad. And it's really stupid to be mad at somebody across the country. He still hasn't told me if he's coming to pick me up at Christmas or not, and it's really starting to irritate me. If he's not then I need to make arrangements. He's being really selfish about this whole thing. If he doesn't want to come he needs to just say so. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home. Not in the "Boo hoo whine whine" kind of way. In the "I miss the way things were" kind of way. I hate it. Right before I left for college I told my mom "Life as we know it is ending." I didn't know just how right I was.</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-10-17T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-17T06:45:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-17T06:45:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm kinda pretty&lt;br /&gt;And pretty damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;I like romantic things&lt;br /&gt;Like music and art.&lt;br /&gt;And as you know&lt;br /&gt;I have a gigantic heart&lt;br /&gt;So why don't I have&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be me!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:1765</id>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-10-07T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-08T05:57:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-08T05:57:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have nothing to say. I posted pictures. Um. I did homework today. I had design class. My professor likes my designs a lot. :o) Tomorrow I have to give a speech in Text and Meaning. I don't want to. I'm tired and should go to sleep, but I'm busy updating with pointless short sentences. I showed Luke some of the pictures that Alexis and I took. He commented that my hair is getting long. I was pleased that he noticed. He says that he wants to come visit. And then he says that he doesn't. He needs to make up his mind. If he doesn't come I have to find a ride home. I don't think he's going to come. That makes me sad. I think I'll cry. Again. I want to go home still. I don't get to go see my mom in Kansas City when she comes. Chelsea's not going home afterall. That makes me sad too. Oh well. Life goes on or something like that. I guess I'll go to bed. I hope you all have fabulous Fridays. Friday is sushi day and I'm in love with the sushi man, so it should be a good day, even though I have to make a speech.</content>
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    <title>PICTURES</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T22:25:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T22:27:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Warning, there's a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to be artsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis does art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis and I decide to dress up and take crazy pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1465.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1470.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/leeshapoo/journal/100_1474.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-09-30T17:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T22:32:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T22:32:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have had the best day. We had to do Black and White Solutions for my Design class, and my professor really liked mine. I mean, he really liked them. I was so happy. I'm starting to feel better about being here. I would still like to go home, but yeah. At least I feel reassured about my major. I know that I'm going into a field where I have some talent. I know it's just an intro class, but yeah. It makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have to go see Barbara Ehrenreich speak. She wrote the book that we read for my English class. I'm kind of looking forward to it. I didn't really like the book all that much, but I think it will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. Tomorrow's Friday though, which is good. My parents are coming for Family Weekend. They're going to get here in time to take me to dinner tomorrow. Yay! No cafeteria food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cafeteria food, I'm really hungry. I want tomato soup for some reason, but I'm sure they won't have it. Even if they do, it won't be tomato soup like I like. The soup here is always homemade. And I'm strange and like canned tomato soup. Campbells all the way. Mmm, if Marina wanted to bring me another Soup at Hand I would definitely eat it. Mmm soup.</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-09-29T10:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T15:19:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T15:19:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Right now I'm in the computer lab at school. I never got the chance to do this in highschool because they never let us get on the internet. Alexis is writing an e-mail and I think she's afraid of getting caught not paying attention, and it made me think to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer screen is absolutely huge. Somebody behind me could read what I'm writing from a mile away. I'd better not write anything incriminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry. I didn't eat breakfast. I can't wait for lunch. I wonder what they have. I hope it's something good. I wish it was Friday. Friday is sushi day. Also, if it was Friday it would be the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess I should pay attention now.</content>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-09-26T18:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T23:51:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T23:51:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/rejected_icons/18060.html"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/community/rejected_icons/18060.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person's hatefulness appalls me. I can't believe that people like this continue to live in the United States. I know there's a disclaimer, but even that is hurtful and assuming. God. I shouldn't have even looked at them. It's just made me angry that people are so closed minded and stupid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleueyed:327</id>
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    <title>bleueyed @ 2004-09-23T13:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-23T18:44:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-23T18:44:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brand new journal, same old girl. No longer friends only, because I really don't care who's reading anymore.</content>
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