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DARK OF THE MATINEE!!!! WOOT WOOT! I love this layout so much, that I will shamelessly pimp it constantly, even on old blogs that I no longer update. get it here.

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I love the "new blogger". i love it love it love it! I only wish bowman had created pretty rounded buttons for "save as draft" and "publish post" as well. And orange and blue kicks ass!

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It's Dead. Betcha couldn't figure that one out. This Blog has now become the testing grounds for Francey Designs. If you want the template that you are viewing now, go there and get it. (And note, this template will change often. Very, very often.)

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yes, i know, this is a sorry excuse for a new post. sorry.

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neeew template! yay! anyway, i don't know what's up with the weird ad thinger to the left, and i have no idea if this works in "better browsers" like opera. Any suggestions, kaplan?"

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Greggy got into college! Congratulations to him. No congratulations to me! *pout* Oooh well... I can put up with four more years of this can't I? Actually, surprisingly, it hasn't been that bad. We talk on IM, we call each other, etc. He came up and visited once, and I came down and visited him twice! Do you know what that means? Gweggy has to come visit again! I feel sad... people

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New template, and back to old web-address. Isn't it pretty? Oh and my design site is aaaalmost finished! It's at www.franceydesign.co.nr. Go look at all the skins I've made! Aren't they pwettiful? Anyway, Eighth week was hell. Last year, a first year committed suicide around then during first quarter. Jumped from the 13th floor of Shoreland. That's why we're not allowed to go to the 13th

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This is a post for those random people who are using my skins... In my crazed sleeplessness, I created a blog just for you. Go there if you care to. this is where it's at. To the rest of you... I am crazy and sleepless in chicago, except it's not quite as alliterative as sleepless in Seattle. Everytime I have a paper due, I pull an all-nighter, and every tuesday night, I stay up until about

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"again??? you've changed this everyweek!!" I hear you say. Well, of all the ones I've made, this was Gweggy's favorite, and we can't neglect Gweggy can we? Nope, otherwise he might change into a gigantic insect... kinda like that other Gweggy Kafka wrote about. Oh and also, I made my links alphabetical, with an obvious exception. So... uh... don't think it means anything or anything I guess,

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Good god, it's almost 5, and i'm still not done with this damn paper. Anywho, I ran into this and I had to take it: Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there foryour friends, who are in turn there for you.You are content with your confortable life andwhat you are currently achieving; if you keepin this state you will go far. what key signature are you? brought to you by Quizilla Eb major??

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I got an A on my physics midterm! That is, of course, with a curve. Without a curve i got a score on the order of a 68%. Nevertheless I got an A. Which, of course is excellento! This is where the conflict arises. Out of the 30 potential points, I recieved 21. However, Sam, who is a lot better than me at physics, and one of the two people who I always run to for help only got a 20. No big

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Gweggy (a.k.a. "greg" or "gj" and such) is the sweetest boy ever. Muah! I wuv you cutie! Btw... I figured out how to get rid of the ugly blogger ad via tables and such. I hope they don't shut down the site because of it. Also, I could only stand that pink for so long...

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for having the pleasure of seeing the sunrise this morning. Anyway, finished paper at 6:00, then decided I should read, read for a bit, I don't know how long, but long enough to see the sun rise over Lake Michigan. Then, in the process of reading, fell asleep, curled up with Machiavelli, and those two hotties Kleppner and Kolenkow (physics book). But, back to the original statement, I feel

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I'm sitting here, and it's 6:00 am, and I'm thinking, wow, this time last year, I would have been awake too. Except, this time last year, I would have gone to sleep at 9, and woken up at 4:45, and I would currently be in freer pool swimming my butt off. No, instead, I'm sitting here deciding whether it's too late (or too early) to start studying for my physics midterm tomorrow (or today) and

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I got an A- on my World Lit paper. I am unbelievably happy about it... considering i wrote it in one night (from 12-5am) with my brains leaking onto my keyboard. Now I have to see if I can pull the same sort of magic with my European Civ paper.

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I'm so excited because the cutest, sweetest, nicest boy ever is coming to visit me this saturday! Yay!

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Lordy, it's been a long time since I've posted any quiz results! Well, here's one! My inner child is six years old! Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I canread! I like to do stuff, and there's a wholebig world out there to do it in. Just so longas I can take my blankie and my Mommy and mythree best friends with me, of course. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla

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I am ecstatic! Today, I filled out a survey in the Reynolds Club, and I got five dollars and a twix bar!!!! That's FIVE dollars! Yay! I am so broke.... It's miserable really, that I would become so happy because I managed to get five dollars for filling out a fifteen minute survey... Anywho, on a brighter note, I have over 600 dollars left in my account. And I have some 480 flex dollars

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I felt girly, and therefore I made my blog ridiculously girly and pink. Let's see how long your (and my) eyes last!

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quote du jour: "No, you're wrong, because all the little men are stealing our impulse!" -Sam We were discussing something when this quote popped up. Mad props to whoever can guess what we were discussing.

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I'm an official for flag football. Hah! If you know anything about me, I bet you started rolling around laughing. "You're joking!" I hear you say. But no, I'm serious, I'm an official for flag football. I had to sit down with Greg and have him explain everything, from the names of all the types of players (quarterback, linemen, etc.) to the deal with the downs, to what blocking, touchdowns,

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Last night, I was about to step in the shower, when I saw the biggest, ugly-ass bug I have ever seen in the bathtub. Remarkably, I did not scream... very remarkably. After consulting Veronica, and doing some research, we came to the conclusion that it was a silverfish. However, according to here, they're only supposed to be 1/2 to 1 inch long. I swear the thing in our bathtub was at least two

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To all those who think I'm paranoid, I'd like to prove that I'm not! Today, I was studying, and I was concentrating pretty hard on the Physics I was doing. When I finally stopped, I realized a ladybug had landed, and died on my hand! A ladybug waltzed onto my hand, and died there! If that does not prove that they're out to get me, I don't know what will! m u s t b e n i c e t

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When I was very very little, I watched a ladybug die. In fact I had killed it. This was at a point in time when I didn't mind getting down and dirty with the bugs and the snails in the garden. I had picked this ladybug up, and had, in my clumsiness, slightly injured it. Now this was no terrible life-threatening injury. I had squished one of its legs. However, I got very worried about its

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are good... what else is there to say? It's almost weird... I'm so ahead in my work.

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Oh my god. First frat party ever. Holy shit. Just got back. I might be drunk, but I'm not sure. I can walk in a straight line fine, and I don't feel drunk, but you never know. Drank two of those drinks that were punch spiked with vodka. I definitely have a buzz and my cheeks feel warm, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not quite drunk. Maybe. One more of those things and I think I would be.

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First, let me say that college is totally different from anything I've encountered before. One of the things is peer pressure. Ever since I took DARE in fifth grade, I've been waiting for the moment I've been offered a "substance." It finally happened yesterday. I was offered a cigarette and I said no, and it was so easy! Yay for me! However today, maybe an hour and a half ago, I smoked

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Greg got his senior picture taken. I figured he wouldn't show the world what a good-looking guy he is so I will. Isn't he cute?

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I'm finally at school! After watching everyone else leave for school, it's finally my turn! I moved into the lovely Shoreland dorm yesterday. My room is huge. I essentially have a single, but I'm sharing a bathroom with another girl, who is also really nice. It was originally going to be a two-room triple, but the third girl was a no-show, so we each get our own room. It's a tad bit

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In the process of getting my wisdom teeth out, I somehow managed to go from 120, which is what I weighed in the beginning of the summer, to 108. I am currently wearing pants that I haven't been able to fit into since something like my freshman year. Heck, the last time I weighed 108 was when I was 12. However, it is really comforting when you have doctor appointments and the doctor talks

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Okay, Greg is going to kill me for posting this. We were going to watch Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, and since Greg is not fluent in Chinese (obviously) we had to turn on the subtitles. When he was selecting the language, he joked and said, "hmm... why don't we have the subtitles in Thai?" Except instead of pronouncing it like "tie," the way it's supposed to, he said "thigh." Ah hah hah hah

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I got my driver's license today! I passed I passed I passed! And... my picture actually isn't bad! Unfortunately, what this all means is that I can't drive anymore (by myself or with a parent) because this means I am no longer insured under my parents insurance policy, as I was when I was driving on a permit. It's not worth getting insurance, if I'm only going to be in town (and therefore

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Okay, I've lost most of my range of motion that I gained on Tuesday, and my face is as round as a dinner plate. The swelling has eaten up my chin. Oh, and I'm back on the vicodin. I slept all of today, and now that it's almost 11 pm, I can't sleep anymore. I've also lost weight from lack of ability to eat solid foods. I want a steak. Too bad, I wouldn't be able to eat it. Also, I probably

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My wisdom teeth are gone! I got them out yesterday. Yesterday, everything hurt like a bitch, but it's much better now. I don't know ir this is normal or not, but I'm already off the vicodin. However, I don't have much range of motion, and am restricted to eating mushy foods. Also, the one side of my mouth where there were two wisdom teeth (somehow I only grew three) is very swollen and puffy

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gads it's been a while. lessee, what has happened? Well, everyone has started school, so I'm all lonely, waiting for September 20th when Orientation will begin for me. Also, I got fired and unfired at the Savoy 16. It's a long story. Let's just say that one of the managers "messed up." And I'm getting more hours! Anyway, everyone who's leaving town, don't you dare not keep in contact with

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Does anyone know the official motto for Goodrich Theaters? I don't, but I the unofficial motto at the Savoy 16 is, "EVERYTHING IS BROKEN!!!" Let me illustrate. The cheese machine, (the one that dispenses cheese for nachos) has been broken for weeks now. Therefore, us poor undeserving workers have to squeeze the cheese out of a bag by hand. The way the cheese machine is supposed to work is

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In my infinite boredom, I have taken up html. How dorky of me! First I made a template for this blog (the one I'm using right now) and then, in my very infinite boredom, I started churning out more. So, I added a couple links so that you (my exceptionally few readers) could see them if you also happened to be infinitely bored. You can download them at blogskins.com Some are really really

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I got more hours! I will be working 17.25 hours this week! yay! That's up from 9.5 hours last week, and 4 hours the weeks before. I think that I'm better at this sucking up thing than I thought before. Oh, and a side note: Greg, I don't know if you'll see this, but I have a violin lesson tonight (it was moved) from 7 to 8. And also, on saturday, I'll be working from 1-6. But, you're still

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Thus far in my movie (theater) career, I have encountered three types of work. They are known as "u", "c", and "u/p." I will comment on each of these three types of work. "u", also known as ushering. This is the most boring of any of three types of work. This consists of cleaning up popcorn along the hallway, and cleaning up theaters between shows. Most of the time is spent pacing around,

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Yes, I'm so, so sorry, but I did change everything again. I spent the morning reading the lovely html book that we had for CS2 my freshman year, and then I decided to make my own blogger template in the afternoon, so here it is! I made it all from scratch myself. Yup! It's from scratch! Isn't it pretty? As soon as I get the comments page up, you can criticize it. coming soon: a treatise on

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for greggy.... ummm, yeah here you go: You are Marzipan. You're the only female characterand kind of bossy. StrondBad calls you "Adirty Hippie without the dirt". You arethe musical, artsy, advice giving friend. Willyou ever admit that HomeStar is yourboyfriend??? What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures) brought to you by Quizilla I don't know what it means though...

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So this is the second "makeover" my blog has made since wednesday. I saw this template, and I knew that I had to have it. So, for all of you who are sick of seeing blue (greg) deal! I think I'll go blind from the blue

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I am so, so sorry, but it was so, so pretty... so it's back to blue!

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hmm... it's getting a little better. I even changed my guestbook colors to match! Isn't it pretty? Speaking of my guestbook, no one's signed it in a while... sniff.

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I decided to mess with the template, and now I will pay.

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I haven't posted in a while, and blogger has once again changed it's interface. it's not as pretty now. Anyway, various things have happened, the most notable (to the outsider but least notable to myself) is that I am now a US citizen!!! gahh! I got naturalized on friday. Since when I reach the tender age of 18 I will be able to vote, I have decided to express my political views thus far in

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I went shopping today! It was kind of frustrating because everything was too big. Why was it frustrating you ask; wouldn't you like it if everything were to big? Well, usually yes, but not today because I was bra-shopping. *pout*

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ooh blogger made a new blogging interface! It's all blue and pretty! I haven't posted in almost a month!!! I'm a bad girl. To all who may be curious, greg and I are still together. I don't know why we wouldn't be, but everyone seems to be asking whether we are, so uh yeah.... Now, since I last posted, I've spent 10 days in NYC and DC with the ICA and having a jolly good, though rather

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I just spent a week home alone. I did nothing except *dun dun dun* get a job! Woo hoo, I have a job at the Savoy 16 movie theater. Ahh the joys of working menial jobs at minimum wage. Speaking of which, I don't believe I am working at minimum wage. I'm getting six fitty an hour. This is crazy, ever since my debate, I can't say fifty; I have to say fitty. Anyway, I will be making some money

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I'm a bad girl. I haven't updated in ages! Well, lets see, I graduated on saturday, I still don't have a job, and I really have nothing to do. I feel really weird. It still hasn't really hit me that I've just graduated from high school. In some ways I feel really really old. In other ways I feel really really young. (Graduating at 16 will do that.) Mostly I need a job. I need a job!!!!!!

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Wow, I haven't updated in a while. Anyway, I'm going to Chicago next year, I need a job this summer, and the last day of school was yesterday. All I have now is one final, and graduation. Whoo... I can't believe it's all over. Right now the people in the PC lab are pissing me off because they are playing Tribe, and slowing down the server... grr...

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Read Greg's blog if you want to know about my college financial situation. All I can say is Chicago is damn expensive. Anywho, prom was last night/this morning and I am damn tired...

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I'm going to the University of Chicago. I'm already off their waitlist. This in itself is remarkable because, you usually don't find out about waitlist stuff until around june. While I was happy to go to the U of I, I think the sole reason I would have been happy was because I could be with Greg. At Chicago, there would be many other reasons for me to be happy. Chicago's not that far; 150

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Hannah has finally decided to update her thingy. Now Kate has to update her thingy, and I'll add a link to her! Yay. Anyway, life is boring. I have AP's. I'm going to the U of I (probably), and I have nothing to say. Actually, I'm kind of relieved that I'm going to the U of I because it solves a lot of various problems I would have had going to the lovely University of Chicago. Many of

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I have nothing to say which greg hasn't... therefore: The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very HighLevel 2 (Lustful)Very LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)

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Sunday went pretty well. I spent most of the time with Greg, anyway. I think Greg's parents and grandparents like me, and that's good enough. I hope the others like me too, but I'm not too concerned. Besides, spending time with Greg is always good. On a different note, the string quartet has a concert on Monday, the 28th at St. John's Episcopal Church at...7:30? Greg, correct me on that.

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The Easter thing has worked out and I will be going down to Greg's grandparents, where there will be a large portion of half of his extended family convening. Lovely. Actually, I'm happy to be going, just nervous about various things, which should be fairly obvious. I just hope that I don't do something completely stupid. My debate group for English is completely worthless. We turned in our

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Whoo, it's been a long time since my last update. About a week, in fact. Well, if you read Greg's blog there was production week for the musical. This was very tiring, and very unproductive, and great. I spent a lot more time with Greg, which is always wonderful. I had dinner with his family, including his grandparents yesterday. I guess all I can conclude about it is that neither his

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Oooh, it's quiz time, being that I'm extremely bored: My personality is rated 28.What is yours?quiz by midgetfarm.com This has an interesting comment about PMS: Congratulations! You're Elrond! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by Quizilla Oh, and if you wish to battle me: Francesis aLemon-Eating Rage Monkey...with a Battle Rating of 6.6To see if

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Anywho, I got waitlisted at Chicago, wah! At least I have a chance... a chance... I don't think I'm as upset about the whole thing as my parents are (figures), and going to the U of I will solve a lot of problems, especially when it comes to a certain relationship. However, I'm still going to try for Chicago. Second semester senior year sucks.

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One of the top ten party schools in the country can't be bad can it??? I'll talk about this later.

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Oiky Doiky, it's a lovely wednesday, and my bracket is doing better than Greg's! Yippee, considering I know nothing of sports. Except it got screwed in the second round. Argh, well. Spring break, bored as all hell, whatever. I'm supposed to be studying for AP's... I really have nothing to say...

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Okay I have several things to say. First I would like to respond to Greg's post about his position on Iraq. May I remind him that protests ended the Vietnam war after it started. I know that's not a valid analogy, but think of how many people you can kill in 18 months. No, one person protesting the war won't do anything. A thousand people protesting the war won't do anything. But if enough

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I'm putting my foot down. I'm not going to talk about a certain person in this post. Instead, I'm going to talk about Bo, who very kindly signed my guestbook. Bo is Chinese. He's also dating a "dirty American." We'll refer to this "dirty American" as Kate. (Actually, Kate is not a "dirty American, and neither is that certain person.) Bo and Kate have been dating how long??? What was it Bo

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Sorry, it's been a long time since my last post. Woohoo! Anyway, so what has happened in a week? Well, I missed string quartet practice because I got lost in the Music Building... Actually the string quartet got lost in the Music Building, and I was trying to find them. Ah well... Amy the coach can be pissed at me. Actually, I sent her a very nice e-mail of apology, apologizing for the fact

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Okay, I know I shouldn't, but Greg did something last friday really worth mentioning. While he was at his chess tournament, I recieved an unexpected phone call, from him! He made a really dumb move, that wasn't supposed to work, just so he could finish his game faster, so that he could call me from a pay-phone! Awww.... It made me so incredibly happy. I was having a terrible day, and Greg

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I feel so lonely, and Greg's at the state chess tournament. I went to that last year... unfortunately I SUCK at chess. And Yi, that bastard didn't show up, from what I know. I feel so lonely and disconnected. Which is partly to show how completely pathetic I am... I dunno. It was a very bla day in general... Greg wasn't here, I dunno... Nothing happened. Now, I'm just wondering why the

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But, he's a sponge.... Sponge Bob Square Pants: you like them square andspongy. Which guy are you destined to have sex with? brought to you by Quizilla Whew, that was weird. Just in case you were wondering, I do NOT like them square and spongey. I like them cute, around 5'6", 5'7", and Italian... or Mexican...haha! No, Italian's better, much better, don't you think so? I'm looking at all the

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So, it's 9:15 AM, on a tuesday, and I am not in school. My parents made me stay at home. That's right, they made me. What shall I do now. I could do the homework that was due today...not. Senioritis is... wonderful and terrible at the same time. I will now proceed to waste my own time. (As opposed to having it wasted for me, as Mrs. Suslick does so often.)

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Naresh Jegadeesh has a blog. What is this world coming to? He has a cute little bro though, who would be cute with my little sis, were he not in HOTlanta.

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The CSO was wonderful. I think that they would have been wonderfuller if I was concentrating as much as I was suppressing coughs, though. However, they were still wonderful. The violin soloist for the Szymanowski was, in that performance at least, not as good as the orchestra. He tended to vibrato too much, which is usually just fine, but when you're playing in the upper stratosphere of the

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I need to shave my legs. I haven't shaved in about a month, which is about as bad as it was during swim season. The only difference is that during swim season, I wasn't supposed to shave my legs until sectionals, but now I can shave whenever I damn please. I think this is a symptom of senioritis. First, shaving is just a hassle, and I feel really lazy. Second, since I haven't shaved in a

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My temp. is 101.1 I think this means that I officially have a fever. Wonderful. However, I have not thrown up yet, and I have taken drugs, so I'll hopefully be a-okay by tomorrow morning. Now, I just have to decide whether I feel like practicing, which I need to do, or go to bed. I think I should go to bed, but practicing sounds awfully good right now... Boyfriends are wonderful, especially

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I am easily amused. Very easily amused. In fact, I was very easily amused by this thing called a guest map. So amused that I got one. Unfortunately this renders my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful blue guestbook obsolete, sorta. Of course, chances are, no one will sign my guest map *sniff* especially no one from exotic places and far away lands. I'm so pathetic *sniff*.

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According to Murphy, gossip king of the world, something's getting done about Mrs. Suslick. This makes me happy. I don't actually want Mrs. Suslick to be hurt so much as to get a better English teacher. Besides, it won't directly affect me any, but it might affect Greg. Anyway, I get to see the CSO (Chicago Symphony Orchestra) on friday. Yay! I get to go see them with Greg. Yay! Yay!

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I am: obsessive compulsive Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by Quizilla I think Greg knew that already. I have no homework, but I do have a violin lesson. What the hell am I supposed to do with no homework?? I'm such a dork. I need homework to keep me busy. Wow, pity me, I'm a loser.

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If you go to bed on St. Catherine's (or was it Margaret's, I'll have to ask Mrs. Dade,) day without dinner, you'll see the face of your future husband. That day has already passed, and Mrs. Dade didn't tell us (the calc class) until the day after. I'll have to wait until next year. That sucks!

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Ooh, yay... I have nothing to say except: You are an Italian. What's your Inner European? brought to you by Quizilla booyah! Even though I can't eat spaghetti with a fork...

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I am stricken with senioritis. I really just don't care about school anymore. My grades have sunk A LOT second semester. It's like, "oh look, I got a D on my calc quiz, I don't care!" or whatever. I have madrigal rehearsal in 40 minutes. Then there's boys' b-ball senior night. I am such a loser. I haven't been to an athletic sporting event (other than one I was participating in) since my

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School sucks...or school work sucks...or working sucks. Yeah anyway... we got a new rice cooker (yay!). however, when my dad was washing the removable inner thingy, he took off the lid, and dropped it, and now the lid is broken. Great... Fortunately, the lid from our old rice cooker is not broken, and it fits the new rice cooker. Yay! If you ever read Greg's blog, you know his attempt to

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btw, I am impressed by Greg's romantic babble. Well, it's not really babble to me, it's very cute and sweet. I really don't talk about him all that much here, at least. Sometimes I really feel like I'm not getting across how much I really actually very much do love him. I think it's partly because the first time around, before we broke up, I felt like I was just saying, "I love you" because

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Howdy, I haven't updated in a while. Well, not much happened. The rest of Agora days went on nicely, and the weekend was spent rather lazily. I had various rehearsals over the weekend. In all, not much has happened. Except, I broke our rice-cooker in a fit of anger. I threw it at the stove. So, now, being asian, we have nothing to eat. Being Chinese, we only have one rice cooker. No sane

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Well, I've had a cheery day. I went and bought material for my corset, and I did not cut my fingers in the stained glass class. Mr. Bean, is as always, wonderful. Although, I did get my ass kicked in the cell game. If Mrs. Suslick does any more of her crap, then she is sooo going to get it. I learned how to play the pedals on the organ, and basically had a refreshingly nice day, after two

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Look at my beautiful blue sidebar. It says that not only am I sad and angry at the same time, but I'm also busy with revenge. Hmm... I wonder why that is. Let's just say that it's not very nice when someone tells you that you're a mean, cold spiteful person, and that no one wants to talk to you, and that no one should want to be around you. Who was that person? My English teacher Mrs.

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Anyway, everything is resolved now. Anyway, I was feeling so frustrated that I took a quiz to cheer me up... The quiz didn't cheer me up (no offense, Greg) Clarinet What Musical Instrument Are You? brought to you by Quizilla I am now taking suggestions on how to do the following: 1)cheer up 2)be less bored

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Okay, now I'm pissed at my mom. This morning when she was waking me up, she tells me to fill out financial aid stuff, and how we've only sent it to all but one of the colleges. Financial aid stuff = FAFSA right? Wrong. What she meant was the dinky little supplemental sheets for each college. Which meant after a whole morning of trying to get a FAFSA, and calling my dad, I could have just

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I hate the FAFSA! (and the government for that matter.) Okay, basically, I've already sent it to a few colleges, but I need to send it to more, so I go the FAFSA website, and type in all my info (which is a lot more than the standard username, password crap) , which takes me to a page asking me if I'd like to check the status of my FAFSA. So, I go there, and they tell me that my FAFSA is doing

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It's a beautiful monday morning, and I have absolutely nothing to do. Except possibly help decide on what the string quartet should play next. Amy, our coach, wants us to play Mendelssohn or Schumann. Cello-boy Adrian wants to play Smetana, as does Alice, I'm guessing, since it has a big viola solo. We all want to play something not-classical (i.e. Romantic) and for Jennifer to play softer,

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Concerto competition... didn't win as expected. But, I'm happy because the people who won this year are a lot nicer than a certain someone who won last year (Greg, it's not you.) The flutist was really, really, really good. I played okay... not wonderfully well or anything. Besides it was a weird hardly-ever-played piece. Kevin Kelly liked it, but he likes weird music... as exemplified by

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I spent the morning practicing various things, namely the Khachaturian Violin Concerto, and string quartet music (actually!) Speaking of my string quartet, I think there's a conspiracy going on to oust our current first violinist, who has a habit of perpetually showing up late (if she shows up at all) and who never practices, and tends to play as if she's the only one playing. Jennifer is a

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Let's see if this works. I like taking online quizzes... -Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P You'rethe kind of chick that can hang out with yourboyfriend's friends and be silly. You don'tcare about presents or about going to fancyplaced. Hell, just hang out. You're just happybeing around your boyfriend. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought

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Hey, I had a fairly nice day so far. We had one of those early-dismissal 3/4 days, so I was out at 2:14. Yay, so I go to the Union and kill time with Lawrence. Killing time basically consisted of watching various people, such as the basketball guys, and a few subbies play pool. Fun... I'm still in the process of killing time by blabbing on this thing. Anyway, guess who was not here today?

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I had a little quibble with Greg. My goal was to act like I was pissed at him for the rest of the day (i.e. the rest of the day after PE, which is 2nd hour.) Needless to say it didn't work. It worked through PE, but after PE, my plans started falling apart, because he seemed really sorry. However, I tried to persevere and act as if I was pissed until after 4th hour, until I finally gave up.

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Well, I guess the college interview went okay. It was probably much better than my interview with the University of Chicago. Yeah, we talked about lots of random stuff, like the new swimming pool that just opened in Urbana, and the shape of the nasal passages in Pavarotti's head, and this one crazy lady who swam in the ocean by antarctica. It was much more interesting than my Chicago interview

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Okey Dokey, I'm starting this thingy up... you can thank a certain person for that. Well, let's see if this works... test... test...Okay it does. Yay. I have to do homework/sleep/ oh &*@! I have a college interview tomorrow. It's with a certain college that I don't even want to go to, which will no doubt, not accept me. In case you're wondering, it's with Princeton. It was completely my

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