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  <title>Practical Shannanagins and Likely Acts of Tomfoolery</title>
  <subtitle>The Curious Accounts of A Teenage Headcase</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Madeleine</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-15T06:17:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:6030</id>
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    <title>CONNECT THE...SHIRTS?</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T06:17:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T06:17:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i was sitting watching TV with my brobro the Other night (which means that we were watching Disney channel, his choice, and he's almost 14---i dont care, Disney channel is ADICTIVE!) Anyway, a new Jonas Brothers video came on and low and behold----JOE JONAS IS WEARING THE SAME SHIRT THAT WILMO DID TO THE PARIS P.C PREMEIRE!&lt;br /&gt;i actually think i did a double take, jumped off the couch and screamed "DEAR GOD! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?! HOW IS MY NEW EXTREAMLY AGRIVATING JONAS BROTHERS OBSESSION BEING LINKED TO MY LOVERLY AWESOME SEX PARTY NARNIA OBSESSION?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ask you guys here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...what is the story behind the linked shirts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone, anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah....if you wanna double check it for me (tho ive watched the video about 12 times now) and make sure that this shirt *points to picture* matches the one in *points to "that video"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s343.photobucket.com/albums/o477/PolitelyPuzzled/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i343.photobucket.com/albums/o477/PolitelyPuzzled/cute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;THANKS BAYBAYS!!!!&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:5839</id>
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    <title>politelypuzzled @ 2008-06-10T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T23:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T23:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish i were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so, i dont even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream and hurt something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what good would that do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Max</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:5428</id>
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    <title>And It Was All Yellow</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T14:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T14:38:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so to feed my latest and nerdiest obsession my girl M bought me "The Offical Illustrated Movie Companion to the Chronicals of Narnia-Prince Caspian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually died when she gave it to me....its 210 pages of EVERYTHING that happened on set of the new movie....with bits about all the main characters....and now that ive started reading it, all i wanna do is WRITE WRITE WRITE N_S like a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! there were so many subtle hints at things between the members of the cast that it was rrrrreeeeeeddddiiiiiick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to set up a new challenge for my fave comm but i just posted a recent one, but maybe after that gets more responses ill post the new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooo i would love to rant about this miracle that is my new book, but i have to get to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else per chance buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;DID I MENTION THAT THERE WERE &lt;u&gt;AHMAZING &lt;/u&gt;PHOTOS AS WELL???&lt;/font&gt; try like every single one of skan or willmo.....HOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and SCHOOLS OUT TODAY!!!!! :DDDDDDD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:5351</id>
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    <title>accoplished?</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T07:13:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T07:14:33Z</updated>
    <category term="everything"/>
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    <content type="html">i gave blood today...issues in my fave comm were fixed...wrote an english paper....dealt with a hangover...laughed extreamly hard about nothing....write a narnia fic....downloaded music....skipped outta sixth period....ate a Mars bar...drove the car to nowhere and back....performed a scene in theater....prepared for finals.....argued and became frustrated about something random....obsessed about the underlying tones of gay/slashy moments in Prince Caspian....ate Cinnabon...made plans to see House of Blue Leaves with my gay best friend Si....went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:5080</id>
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    <title>Goodbye for now my friend</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T00:17:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T00:19:42Z</updated>
    <category term="gibberish"/>
    <category term="seniors"/>
    <category term="goodbye"/>
    <category term="grant high school"/>
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    <content type="html">I feel so utterly hallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark angsty music blares from the radio as tears spill, hot and heavy down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly, painstakingly slow, he faces me and i break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glass on the ground merly amplifying my torment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lost her long ago he tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still he doesnt seem to understand &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; im asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being here only pronounces the scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the letters only prove proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic apologies and promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but empty truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see in their faces the reality of growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of leaving and loosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of how many times they've tried to picture this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the door thuds softly closed behind the last retreating frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swallow brusied purple aches and gulp back shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again we are doing nothing but traveling down seprate paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may meet along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but waiting does no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying that he will follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he hasnt lost it completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that maybe theres hope for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's what i believe with every fiber of my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a simple bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the class of '08 at Grant high school, may you prosper and be brilliant, not matter what)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:4661</id>
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    <title>suffering has never been so goooooood</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T03:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T03:42:31Z</updated>
    <category term="narnia!"/>
    <content type="html">WHY AM I SO CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH THE NEWEST NARNIA THAT IT IS KILLING ME SLOWLY...ALL I AM DOING LATELY IS BREATHING, EATING, SLEEPING PRACTICALLY LIVING IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIENDS CANT EVEN BRING IT UP AROUND ME FOR FEAR THAT I WILL GO MAD.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE IT TO BE A TRILLION TIMES WORTH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who dares to disagree?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:4566</id>
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    <title>GREEK!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T02:57:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T02:57:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;GREEK STARTS AGAIN ON MONDAY! HOLY SHIT I THINK MY LOFE IS OFFICALLY STARTED AGAIN!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:4252</id>
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    <title>bwahaha reeeeeeeedick</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T22:37:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T22:37:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Omg were reading this play emergence-see by Daniel beady its tight but reading it in class is Hellas awk-weird slash funny....dont think my teacher really gets how funny it is. I love this play and class</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:3933</id>
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    <title>baby i gots me a secret to catch</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T09:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T09:18:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love life...even tho valentines day was retarded.,....in english we had to write love poems, i gave one to my guy friend aidan, now its awkweird cos he doesnt know if he feels the same...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my swim team went made it to State, pumped to the extream....it was ahmazing think hot boys and girls walking about with barely any clothes on and you have our team in mind,...haha we went out to dinner after and talked about doing a boys swim calander...i would take the photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing guitar hero when drunk has been the highlight of my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out today that one of my dear loves considered commiting suicide after something that happened bettween him and his woman. i just hugged him for like 15 minuets and wouldnt let go. poor baby i kepts saying and he just clung right back on, it was beautiful. god this is sounding weird but you all know what i mean....point is hes okay now and we shared a moment...like 15 moments. anywhosit it inspired me to write some stuff so that will be up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its INTERNATIONAL FACEBOOK "THATS WHAT SHE SAID DAY" soooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;THATS WHAT SHE SAID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:3649</id>
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    <title>politelypuzzled @ 2008-01-31T18:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T02:48:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T02:48:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd236/chuckth/Heath-portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still trying to cope with the fact that Heath is dead....i keep telling myself that if i ignore it, it wont be true. i want to punch that dumb bitch of a massage therapist who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a) didnt know CPR (should be a requirement for EVERYONE)&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;b) calling Mary-Kate Fuckin Olsen before calling 911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid woman...i blame her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i mean...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;WHO THE FUCK DOESNT CALL 911 IF THEY THINK SOMEONE IS DEAD?!?!?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jeeze i need to breath.....oh Heath, im sorry people were idiots. you were brilliant and talented and a father and gorge and so many other things and its stupid that youre dead. if i could turn back time and save you i wouldnt even have to think about it i would just &lt;font size="5"&gt;do&lt;font size="2"&gt; it like a normal person and call 911 or perform CPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;you will be missed beyond belief....it was on my list of things to do before i die to meet/act with you, my heart is beyond broken, its &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;shattered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Let It Shine</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T21:22:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T21:22:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">blah blah balh i am having issues in my life to the extream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so hectic latley that i barely have a minuet to my self anymore which can wear a person out emensly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on top of it all i still cant spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im in serious like with one of my best guy friends but i cant tell him because hes seriously devoted to his girlfriend who will be graduating next year but even then theres not much hope because they will prolly STILL be together...and i dont want to ruin this friendship but i seriously think it will kill me if i dont tell him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our lives are made in these small hours. These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate. Time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours, still remain"&lt;br /&gt;-Little Wonders&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas</content>
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    <title>foooooooooooooooooooood</title>
    <published>2007-10-01T23:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T23:05:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">spicy chicken pad thai is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;gooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i vote everyone eats it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN WALLEN YOU BETTER CALL ME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>LITTLE BOZES BAY BAYS</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T06:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T06:00:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky&lt;br /&gt; Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same&lt;br /&gt; There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one&lt;br /&gt; And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the people in the houses all went to the university&lt;br /&gt; Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,&lt;br /&gt; And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives&lt;br /&gt; And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,&lt;br /&gt; And they all have pretty children and the children go to school&lt;br /&gt; And the children go to summer camp and then to the university&lt;br /&gt; Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family&lt;br /&gt; In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>you cant hurt me! youre not real!</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T18:12:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T18:12:41Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="grant highschool one acts"/>
    <category term="anger"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <content type="html">mission accomplished-first full week of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings-it sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?-it now feels like weve been there forever but the years just started...was there even a summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cherry on top-i dint make One Acts...not one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a pathetic popularity contest i have decided...that with a hint of racisim...no one of color got cast at all....not one. and im not blowing this out of porportion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the role i really wanted (and was sure that the directers had already cast me and my partner in) was in the play Echoes, an ahmazing play about two people in an insane asylum that create there own world but eventual have to face the fact that they cant pretend forever. &lt;br /&gt;and who got the role you might ask? ONE OF THE BEST FRIENDS OF THE DIRECTORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooo i am kindof mad....maybe she did better that me...maybe because shes older that me....but still that doesnt mean it didnt suck when my name didnt appear on the casting list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaawddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go write fanfics now to keep me from screaming</content>
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    <title>Its Summers Goodbye</title>
    <published>2007-09-09T01:54:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-09T01:54:05Z</updated>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="car washes"/>
    <category term="best friends"/>
    <content type="html">school has offically started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the perfect horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking loads of classes and only three of them are fun...plus i got separated from my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have two classes with him which is better than none, still not enought though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journalistic writing looks promising, and so does accelerated english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teachers are bother very chill in those classes but we do get loads of homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that is highschool...swimming starts soon too which i cant wait for cos ill get to see loads of my buddy Robert who makes my day in everyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i almost forgot we had a car wash today and raised over 600 bucks which is really awesome when you think about a bunch of slacker sophomores washing cars...i guess our class&amp;nbsp; president is good after all, better than Tre anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i had picture to show you all what fun it was *sigh* well now i have to go work at the restraunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wh000t wh000t</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:1812</id>
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    <title>Ive done it again</title>
    <published>2007-08-29T16:11:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-29T16:11:37Z</updated>
    <category term="blah blah read and love"/>
    <content type="html">i lost my retainers for the second time! another 300 bucks outta the money i earned this summer...damn it all! plus school starts next week and im too tired to move and get up to go to work or school...so how will i manage? gosh life just isnt being fair to me lately..blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my new obsession is going well...nothing like writing endless fic upon endless fic for a show that deserves it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i must go make some french toast to eat cos i know you guys wouldnt want me dying on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect a new fic soon!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:1674</id>
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    <title>this movie looks ahmazing!</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T04:44:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T04:44:52Z</updated>
    <category term="scott m foster"/>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <category term="teenage dirtbag"/>
    <content type="html">i cant wait till it comes out! its got Scott in it! ahhhhhh and just looks great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better come out soon or i will literally die&lt;br /&gt;i know it premires in LA on the 30th but i want it in theaters NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWEDd1n4lkw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWEDd1n4lkw&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:1416</id>
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    <title>ahhhhhhh</title>
    <published>2007-08-26T02:09:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T02:09:02Z</updated>
    <category term="parties"/>
    <category term="greek"/>
    <category term="the woods"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="shoebox"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">i about to go to a party but first i must shower seeing as i havent all day....eeeewwww i know thats what you all must be thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to sit in the sun during not just one but TWO of my brothers soccer games and on top of that my bestie is going back to Idaho tomorrow and im going to miss her like hell which wont be fun at all. i just finished this book called Twisted by the lady that wrote Speak and it was wonderful! i recomend it to all of you so go out and buy it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we are on the subject of things i love we should talk about ABC Family's new tv show Greek! ahhhhh my life of course why wouldnt it be? i was so sad about last weeks episode! Cappie and Casey forever not Casey and Evan *yuck!* mondays eppie best have them hook up! i cant seem to stop writing fanfiction for Greek either...which i guess is a good thing becos we NEED more greek fics out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i shall become super greek fic writing woman or some great thing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my dears this has been lovely but i must shower or i will die from smelling my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh has anyone heard of the band The Woods? they are great and featured in Greek which just makes them better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what also rocks? SHOEBOX! ahhh im going to join a cult...isnt there one on this site? oh yeah im part of it...heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:1061</id>
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    <title>What They Said</title>
    <published>2007-08-22T03:12:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-29T16:14:09Z</updated>
    <category term="what sarah said"/>
    <category term="death cab for cutie"/>
    <category term="ron/hermione"/>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;heres a story that harrypotterfanfiction.com rejected because they said that it paraphrased the song i used too much, well right now i fucking hate that site for its bullshit&amp;nbsp; but whatever im posting it here insted, i hope you guys like it so just leave me a review or comment or whatever and let me know what you think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="love is watching someone die..."&gt; Ron had just come to a realization. It hit him as he stared at his shoes in the ICU, the &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  smell of piss and 409 so strong that it was almost unbearable. The realization though, &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  had come nonetheless. Each plan that Ron had made lately was nothing more than a &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  small prayer to father time, a prayer that as he sat there, wondered if it was even heard &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  at all. Afraid of losing control again, Ron rationed his breaths while thinking to him self &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  about how he had already take so much today. He held his head in his hands barley &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  comprehending the fact that with each descending peak on the LCU, she was taken a &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  little farther away from him. Away from him and into the dark.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; And it came to me then that every plan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Is a tiny prayer to father time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; As I stare at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I’d already&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Taken too much today and each descending peak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; On the LCD took you a little farther away from me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Away from me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;Sitting here between the vending machines and tables strew with year old magazines &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  just left Ron with nothing to think about but all the memories, promises and moments &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  he had ever shared with her. This place, this hospital was one where you only said &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  goodbye and Ron didn't want to say goodbye. Still, as he thought this, a violent wind &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  seemed to shake his soul and he felt like all his memories depended on that faulty &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  camera in his mind. A faulty camera that only took black and white photographs, &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  photographs that if left in the sun too long bleached out the faces of the people. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Leaving the photographer to forget who it was he had captured in that moment. If Ron &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  forgot any of them he would be losing his childhood, himself. And her.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; In a place where we only say goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; On a faulty camera in our minds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It was now that Ron knew she was a truth. One he would rather lose than to have never &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  laid beside at all. And how many times had he done that? Countless times and never &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  did he tell her how he really felt. How much she meant to him, how she was the world &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  to him. He looked around the room then, at all the eyes on the ground and wondered &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  how many others felt like he did. The TV over heard droned white noise, seeming to &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  entertain only itself. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; And I knew you were truth I would rather lose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Than to have never lain beside at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; As I looked around at all the eyes on the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; As the TV entertained itself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The waiting room held a feeling of empty comfort as people he didn't even know paced &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  the floor, bracing themselves for bad news. So many other loved ones had offered to &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  come sit here with him but all Ron wanted was for her to be all right. If she were fine he &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  would be able to breathe normally again, to be able to feel everything once more. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Without her he would shatter, no reason to live if your world went dark he thought to &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  himself. Now the nurse came in and the people around lifted their heads, but he could &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  do nothing but think of what Harry had said. That love was watching someone die.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Just the nervous pacers bracing for bad news&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; And then the nurse comes round and everyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lifts their heads but I’m thinking of what&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sarah said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  If love was watching someone die, then Ron didn't want to feel love. Feeling love at this &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  precise moment would mean letting go of the one thing he needed to survive. Then &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  who would watch him die, who would love him as much as she had, with all of her &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  being? Ron didn't want anyone else to love him like that, love hurt too much. A great &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  and terrible thing that was demanding him to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; That love is watching someone die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; So who’s gonna watch you die?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; So who’s gunna watch you die?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:870</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Trading Spaces</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T18:57:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T18:57:13Z</updated>
    <category term="another person"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <content type="html">If you could be another person for a day, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be one of the marauders just beacuse i would be able to cause trouble and be cool and ridiculously good looking all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i would be them in their era like during shoebox or something not now cos they are all dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ill go cry for a bit now</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:politelypuzzled:664</id>
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    <title>Well Ill Be Damned...Literally</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T18:18:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T18:18:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have been mopping around my house all day either cleaning or trying to figure out how this damn site works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellen has not been much help *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess she is trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i had some more friends on here anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone i know either has facebook or myspace (which i have too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like it here as soon as i figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh shoebox is just the greatest thing that ever happened to HP since HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go read more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my parents aniversarry shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more icons.....mope mope mope</content>
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