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  <updated>2008-03-07T03:13:23Z</updated>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2008-03-06T21:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T03:13:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T03:13:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Without a Trace on TV in the background</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;Well then...I haven't done this for awhile (hahaha). Anyway, I know it's strange, but out of the blue I just had an urge to write an LJ entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Project Runway winner=Christian! I must say, though he acts like a twit/prick, he's rather hilarious. And his stuff is so inventive and dark. I thoroughly enjoyed [what I saw of] this season. I hope Top Chef isn't lame, and I don't have to listen to the morons at school talk about it when I get back. (Cause God knows no one there can talk about anything but food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to meet Will's mom tomorrow morning for breakfast! I'm really really nervous...I don't know why. I'm not usually worried about adults I meet not liking me (I always try to be super polite and sweet), but who knows. And yes, that means I get to see Will too!!! I'm so excited. He should be getting in tonight around ten, so I was kind of hoping we could go out on a date together. If not, we'll just have to wait until the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home on Sunday!!! I'm so excited. I can't wait to see everyone again. I just wish it were summer so that I could actually see &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Oh well...I'll&amp;nbsp;probably be around during the first&amp;nbsp;week of August. I'm making dinner for my cousin's birthday on Monday, which should be fun. I'm making an Asian meal, consisting of one Japanese&amp;nbsp;appetizer and two Chinese entrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the hiccups and they won't go away. I hate that.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2007-06-30T14:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-01T06:32:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-01T06:32:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RENT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ever feel that you simply need to make an ass out of yourself, aleast once?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a friend that told me every once in&amp;nbsp;a while that, "hey, you only have [insert number here] more months left to make an ass out of yourself this year, so you need to get going on that." it seems ridiculous, but she really did seem a lot happier for not bottling everything up all the time. maybe i need to take more chances.</content>
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    <title>What do you think?</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T00:24:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-03T00:24:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bizet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;noun, verb, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;loved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;lov·ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;–noun&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;sexual passion or desire. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Would you like to see a movie, love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;sexual intercourse; copulation. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;(&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;initial capital letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" alt="" border="0" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" /&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;affectionate concern for the well-being of others: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the love of one's neighbor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;her love of books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the object or thing so liked: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The theater was her great love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Chiefly Tennis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;a score of zero; nothing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter &lt;i&gt;L.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;–verb (used with object) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to have love or affection for: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;All her pupils love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;16.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to love music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to need or require; benefit greatly from: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Plants love sunlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to have sexual intercourse with. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;–verb (used without object) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;21.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to have love or affection for another person; be in love. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;—Verb phrase&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;22.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love up, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to hug and cuddle: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;She loves him up every chance she gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;—Idioms&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;23.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;out of affection or liking; for pleasure. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;without compensation; gratuitously: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He took care of the poor for love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;24.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the love of, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in consideration of; for the sake of: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;For the love of mercy, stop that noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;25.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a youth always in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;26.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in love with, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;27.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to embrace and kiss as lovers. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to engage in sexual activity. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;28.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no love lost, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dislike; animosity: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;There was no love lost between the two brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr class="ety" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;bef. 900; &lt;/span&gt;(n.) ME; OE &lt;i&gt;lufu,&lt;/i&gt; c. OFris &lt;i&gt;luve,&lt;/i&gt; OHG &lt;i&gt;luba,&lt;/i&gt; Goth &lt;i&gt;lubō;&lt;/i&gt; (v.) ME &lt;i&gt;lov&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;i&gt;en,&lt;/i&gt; OE &lt;i&gt;lufian;&lt;/i&gt; c. OFris &lt;i&gt;luvia,&lt;/i&gt; OHG &lt;i&gt;lubōn&lt;/i&gt; to love, L &lt;i&gt;lubére&lt;/i&gt; (later &lt;i&gt;libére&lt;/i&gt;) to be pleasing; akin to &lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=lief"&gt;&lt;font color="#116699"&gt;lief&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#116699"&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" alt="" border="0" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;—Synonyms &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; tenderness, fondness, predilection, warmth, passion, adoration. &lt;span class="dn"&gt;1, 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sc"&gt;affection,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sc"&gt;devotion&lt;/span&gt; all mean a deep and enduring emotional regard, usually for another person. &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; may apply to various kinds of regard: the charity of the Creator, reverent adoration toward God or toward a person, the relation of parent and child, the regard of friends for each other, romantic feelings for another person, etc. &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Affection&lt;/span&gt; is a fondness for others that is enduring and tender, but calm. &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Devotion&lt;/span&gt; is an intense love and steadfast, enduring loyalty to a person; it may also imply consecration to a cause. &lt;span class="dn"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; liking, inclination, regard, friendliness. &lt;span class="dn"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; like. &lt;span class="dn"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; adore, adulate, worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#558811"&gt;—Antonyms &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1, 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; hatred, dislike. &lt;span class="dn"&gt;15, 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; detest, hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2007-04-28T16:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T20:29:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-28T20:29:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Favorite Color Green Says About You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balanced --- Relaxed --- Flexible&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate --- Philosophical --- Humble&lt;br /&gt;Loyal --- Inventive --- Unique&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2007-03-25T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T03:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T03:33:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>duke ellington</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" width="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective, honest, and credible &lt;br /&gt;Intellectually curious, with many diverse interests &lt;br /&gt;More inclined toward ideas than people &lt;br /&gt;Fiercely independent and unapologetically unconventional&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title>
    <published>2007-03-20T21:19:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-20T21:19:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/amanda8807/pic/000017g9" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2007-02-16T16:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T21:06:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T21:06:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>so long dearie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Apple Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/apple-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quiet and shy at times, but you have lots of charm and appeal.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite attractive: your pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, and adventurous spirit draw people in.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and loyal in love, you want to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;You are a faithful and tender partner - who is generous in sharing your many talents.&lt;br /&gt;You love children, and you need an affectionate partner.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2007-02-16T15:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T20:44:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T20:44:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>put on your sunday clothes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Surrealism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/surrealism.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own.&lt;br /&gt;It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy.&lt;br /&gt;You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Art Movement Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>My blanket! My blue blanket! Give me my blue blanket! AHHH!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T22:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T22:51:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wicked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, rehearsals just started and they're pretty fun so far. I'm trying to think of more snacky things that can be bought in bulk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got accepted to the CIA...but....no word on the goddam scholarships! So I have no idea if I can even go there. I'm pretty pissed off because I thought that they might be telling me in my acceptance letter, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm tired..I think I might have a caffeine problem.</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2007-01-17T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T20:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T20:53:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lily allen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just made an omelet, and i must say, it's quite good. and i'm quite bored. perhaps i should play the sims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what to say except that i'm unusually cheery lately and i don't know why...it would be really great to know. oh well. i'm really glad that half of the year is over. except, i really do not like my new schedule for the second semestre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;2) Economics&lt;br /&gt;3) Study Hall/Phys. Ed.&lt;br /&gt;4) Calculus&lt;br /&gt;5) Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;6) Lunch&lt;br /&gt;7) English&lt;br /&gt;8) Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could drop photography; it's the most pathetic excuse for an art class i've ever had to endure. and economics is not going to be as much fun as PIG, i can tell already. and i'm really going to miss philosophy. and no one is in my gym class!! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the english exam was really weird, and i don't quite feel like taking the rest of it. and i'm dreading the philosophy exam as well. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; excited to have so many breaks coming up, and then the eventual end of the year as well. it's great, we have one in january, february, april, and then summer. prom should be fun too...i have no idea what i'm going to wear though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote an entire entry about practically nothing...i have got to stop doing that...</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-12-23T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T02:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T02:49:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>As Long As You're Mine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;Wicked was absolutely fantastic. You know how you get shivers sometimes when someone hits a really lovely note? Well, I think my entire body went numb during Defying Gravity. I still haven't finished the book, so I need to do that and then read Son of a Witch as well. I have to say, I really liked how the musical ended. I think that depressing/realistic endings are overrated. There's nothing wrong with a little bliss sometimes. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; pretend after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;On another note, I got accepted to Johnson &amp;amp; Wales! They offered me 7500 a year, so depending on whether or not I get into CIA, I'm going to see what they offer me, and make my decision then. They're both very good schools, so even though CIA is my top choice, I would go to either one. It's just that CIA is the only school I visited, and I love the campus, and it's much closer than J&amp;amp;W. But who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>sorry michael, i had to steal it</title>
    <published>2006-12-09T00:33:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-09T00:33:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>she's got a way-billy joel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">4 jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. temporary paper girl&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;babysitter&lt;br /&gt;3. kitchen assistant at razzberrie's&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;4. student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies you would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;3. Say Anything&lt;br /&gt;4. RENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Danbury, CT&lt;br /&gt;2. Lancaster, NY&lt;br /&gt;3. The Past&lt;br /&gt;4. The Present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. House&lt;br /&gt;2. Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;3. Absolutely Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;4. I Love the 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sausalito/San Francisco/Yosemite, CA&lt;br /&gt;2. New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;3. Orlando, FL&lt;br /&gt;4. Savannah, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 websites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;2. MySpace&lt;br /&gt;3. Adelphia&lt;br /&gt;4. Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of your favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. baked ziti&lt;br /&gt;2. salmon&lt;br /&gt;3. tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;4. creme brulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spot&lt;br /&gt;2. the city&lt;br /&gt;3. the fictional beach in Algeirs (The Stranger)&lt;br /&gt;4. CIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Mandy Chris (only my mother)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ting Ting Thelonius&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. hair&lt;br /&gt;3. lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;2. my asymmetry&lt;br /&gt;3. thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Italian&lt;br /&gt;2. Swedish&lt;br /&gt;3. English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1. being buried alive&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;being left alone with&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;imagination for too long or in the dark&lt;br /&gt;3. being alone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. coffee&lt;br /&gt;2. saying good morning/night to my mother&lt;br /&gt;3. checking my horoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. a scarf&lt;br /&gt;2. my pink cashmere sweater&lt;br /&gt;3. jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2. Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;3. Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR (current) FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2. Song For A Winter's Night-Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;3. Closer To You-Brandi Carlile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Balance/Equality&lt;br /&gt;3. Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. a large/long nose&lt;br /&gt;3. necks, in general (i have no clue why, don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. drawing&lt;br /&gt;2. playing piano&lt;br /&gt;3. cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. have a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. do some improv on my piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. chef/cafe owner&lt;br /&gt;2. teacher&lt;br /&gt;3. commercial artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION (where you've not already been):&lt;br /&gt;1. Italy (specifically, Calabria, Rome, Venice, and Tuscany)&lt;br /&gt;2. England&lt;br /&gt;3.Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucas&lt;br /&gt;2. Amelia&lt;br /&gt;3. Gianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. fall in love&lt;br /&gt;2. find someone who will love me&lt;br /&gt;3. write a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:---(kind of an odd question)&lt;br /&gt;1. i swear&lt;br /&gt;2. i like to watch football occasionally&lt;br /&gt;3. i sit like a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm far too sensitive (and i cry a lot)&lt;br /&gt;2. i love romantic movies&lt;br /&gt;3. i over-analyze everything</content>
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    <title>completely serious</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T02:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-04T02:19:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>strawberry fields forever (new version)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=881218"&gt;View Poll: #881218&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-11-19T15:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T20:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T20:00:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no good deed-wicked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Homemade hot cocoa is so much better than powdered hot cocoa mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my reportcard today and it made me slightly nervous seeing fewer classes on it than in past years. But I figured that since I was taking some challenging courses and getting good grades in all my classes, then it wasn't so bad. I need a job though. Does anyone have any suggestions? I think I might wait until I turn 18, so then someone will actually hire me to work in a kitchen. I wouldn't even mind doing a voluntary internship or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I want to have a small holiday get-together. Nothing crazy, just watching an old black and white christmas movie with hot cocoa and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly tired...&lt;br /&gt;...and I have a lot of homework to do.</content>
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    <title>they used to tie you up..it's a living...i didn't recognize you without the handcuffs</title>
    <published>2006-11-12T00:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-12T00:54:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>defying gravity</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was a wonderful day, even though it was very cold and wet outside. My parents and I went around Lancaster so I could take photographs. I hope I atleast got one really good shot... After I finished the roll we went to East Aurora and had dinner at Taste. I had a chicken salad (with cranberries, walnuts, red onions, and field greens) wrap. I also had a mudslide, which was basically a mocha, but a hundred times better. I absolutely love that place...and they're hiring, but it's kind of far away. I definitely want to own a place like that in the future. Large-scale restaurants really aren't for me. Well, atleast as far as I can tell right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to see RENT with my sister afterall. My mother said she'd rather see Wicked with me, so hopefully that will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and cold...so I think I'm just going to go change and watch tv/do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.---i think i need to fall in love.</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-11-05T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T21:44:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-05T21:45:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the clash-rock the casbah...lol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday; SAT's sucked. But I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's and had pizza and worked on my tote, so that made it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: learn how to turn off car alarm more quickly and discretely before people think you are insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, lazed about the house pretty much the whole day. My mother made french toast and I finished my tote (well, pretty much). I should probably read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I have any homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shit...I forgot about ordering the flowers for the concert. I should do that tomorrow; I doubt they'll be open today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that we have two day 2's in a row this week, so I have less gym. Plus, that means that this week will have only 2 gym classes and next week will have only 2 gym classes! Although, I must say, I've really enjoyed gym so far this year; we had football first, then tennis/ping-pong, and now we're starting floor hockey. Those three, plus pickleball and lawn games are probably the only ones that I actually get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I turn 18 in about 50 days. yay! I have no clue what to do for my birthday. People think 18 is a big deal for some reason, but I don't see it. I can already see R-rated movies at Flix, because they just don't care, and then it's not like I'm going to go vote or join the army on my birthday either, or buy anything from an infomercial (those things are dangerous, so I better just not watch them)...so whatever. Atleast I'll get to vote in the presidential election, even though Bush has to leave anyway, so it's not as exciting. Oh well, there's probably some people as retarded as Bush that I can vote against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some Starbucks flavoured syrup for my cappuccinos. Caramel and mocha just don't cut it anymore. I need some excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really peculiar dream last night, of which I can only remember one part, but that's okay, because that was the best part...lol. Did you ever have a dream that just made you think about someone or something that you never really thought of before? I get that all the time, and it's so weird, because it's just a dream, but it's so real, that, I don't know, you just have to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite anxious about Christmas this year. Not for the presents or anything, but just the feeling of it. Christmastime just makes me feel like nighttime, and candles and deep crimson, and hot cocoa, and black and white movies. I can't really explain it, but it's my favourite time of the year. I'm really anticipating the end of our autumn concert, so we can start holiday music. The Waltz from the Nutcracker Suite is absolutely devine, and we also found a few others that I hope Tokasz will consider. Seeing as we'll most likely butcher all of our songs, I suppose it wouldn't be that bad if we didn't play them. However, I have mastered this fabulous technique of tuning out the rest of the orchestra while I'm playing, so maybe then I'll just get to enjoy a few of the first violins, violas, and cellos. Of course I can never really hear the basses anyway, so that doesn't really matter. Oh well, it's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said almost nothing in this entire entry, but yet it's incredibly long...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go read. Maybe I'll make some seafood bisque or banana bread instead. Yes. Procrastination is where it's at.</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-10-31T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-01T02:55:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-01T02:55:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>music of the night-phantom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sadly, Halloween this year was utterly boring and uneventful. I did homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, television programming is nothing like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened to The Worst Witch (the movie with Tim Curry and that chick from The Craft when she was younger)??? And the Disney Halloween special that they always used to play, and all those other good ones? Kids today have no idea how crappy their shows really are compared to the shows we had when we were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to see RENT with my mom, and then when I was telling my sister about it, she's like, "Oh! I'll buy them!" and I said no and that we were going to, and she says, "What's her name? I want to buy them." So I'm complaining to my mother that Tara's threatening to buy them, and my mom says that Tara and I should go instead. So my sister agreed, but I feel horrible because I know my mom wanted to go, and I really wanted to go with her. So I figured I would tell my mom that and maybe she would have the courage to say that she wanted to go (which she hardly ever does, and then gets all sad after everything's said and done, and then there's no way to fix it). I hope my sister backs off. That spoiled brat already saw Annie, The Wedding Singer, and Phantom, all on broadway, and she knows nothing about RENT. Meanwhile, my mom and I both saw RENT together and absolutely loved everything about it.</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-10-11T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T20:49:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i think i might be a freak...but i'm not sure</content>
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    <title>i'm a flip-flopper...just like john kerry</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T18:32:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T20:12:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(i don't really mean that; i don't know if he was a flip-flopper or not, but i'm just remembering last year when carol said that to me because i couldn't decide if i was going to the prom or not...but whatever, that's not the point, i just thought i would explain myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to change my Halloween costume. again. I found an old one that I had worn in maybe 6th grade? I don't know...but much to my extreme suprise, I tried it on yesterday and it still fits. So, since it's already made, (very nicely made, I might add [my father made it]) and I can kind of do a few different things with it, I'll probably wear that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know if I've officially announced it yet, so I probably should so that people will actually show up. I'm having a Halloween party on October 28th (it's a Saturday), and everyone's invited. It's a costume party, and there will be lots of harvesty-type appetizers and deserts and drinks and such. Plus, the house is newly painted in [it just so happens] autumn colors, and everything's decorated all nice, and the basement is sort of creepy and dark, so we could play pool downstairs and such. So, I don't really know what else we can do, but I'm sure someone will think of something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I hope everyone can come.</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-10-05T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T23:32:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T14:28:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mrs. robinson-simon &amp; garfunkel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was a rather fun day, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and Nick and I stayed until about 4:30 working on the spirit banner, while various groups of people came and left. Now, I'm sitting here, wondering where Amy and Gary are, because I'm all by myself (due to open house). Quite bored, really. Just voted for Lilly Alen for best group in UK/Ireland for the MTV EMA's. Now, there's nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a stupid, silly girl who cannot say the things that she really wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.</content>
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    <title>amanda8807 @ 2006-10-03T18:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T22:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T22:41:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>i'm a broken heart-the bird and the bee</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, this is my first journal entry in my new journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was kind of a fun day, because mariani liked my pictures, and I had fun in gym, and throwing paint at our spirit banner for orchestra was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already been five weeks at school. Time is going by so fast. It's sort of sad, because even though I would really love to get the hell out of this place, I still feel like I want to be here longer. I think it's because I want to fill my year with fun experiences, rather than pointless bullshit with people I can't stand. I don't really understand the people who can block all of that out and enjoy their senior year. How do they do it? I know that I'm not the only person who is irritated by most of the student body; so why does it affect me and not them? Do I let it bother me? Or can I not help it? Oh well, I'm rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so enthralled; I've just noticed a few groupings of fallen leaves here and there along the sides of the roads that I see on my way home. I cannot wait until Halloween. Sadly, I think I might end up being a witch yet again. I always seem to come back to that one; I think I don't want to let go of my childhood or something. I find that rather peculiar, actually, that I want to be a child some days, and an adult others. I guess all I can really draw from that is that I don't want to be a teenager. Who the fuck says that these are the best years of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, (trying not to be so negative,) the trees outside my window are really beautiful. I miss jumping into piles of leaves that have been raked up. That was always fun. I really want some hot apple cider right now; it would be perfect, except the mix we have doesn't taste very good, and we don't have any actual apple cider. Why can't we have Halloween parties in school anymore? I think we should. Not with lame things, like watching horror movies and eating candy. We should have more autumn-y parties instead. Maybe we can convince Tokasz to let us have one on Halloween...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit; Student Union meeting tomorrow. I really do not feel like going. I really didn't think I would end up being an actual member of Student Union by being a representative. That's kind of a crappy deal. Oh well. Art Honors tomorrow...maybe we'll do fun crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy. I think coffee will be much needed tomorrow morning. I really couldn't function very well today, even after gym. And Tim Hortons after school. What is wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, I really don't have anything enlightening to say...except I really liked this quote that Dr. Zeis said the other day: "There is no limit on the human intellect; there's only a limit on our ignorance." (Or something along those lines.) I think amongst the chaos that is Philosophy, I find a few interesting things tucked away here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. Goodnight; I'm going to have tea with Nicholas.</content>
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