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  <updated>2005-12-04T02:57:31Z</updated>
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    <title>new.</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T02:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T02:57:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_starswithyou' lj:user='starswithyou' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://starswithyou.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://starswithyou.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;starswithyou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment &amp;amp; add it if you still look on here from time to time. I've been neglecting this far too much lately and I figured a change would help me out. &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:forcedheartbeat:16023</id>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-11-29T19:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-30T00:44:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-30T00:44:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, these are from RENT. I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Regular: Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italics&lt;/em&gt;: Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who do you think you are barging in on me &amp;amp; my guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, hey, the door is that way!&lt;br /&gt;You know you better go, you know the fire's out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Take your needle, take your candle.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet whisper, I just can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;Take your hair in the moonlight, your brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;I should tell you, I should tell you. I should&amp;nbsp;tell you, I should&amp;nbsp;- NO!&lt;br /&gt;Another time, another place&lt;br /&gt;Our temperature would climb,&lt;br /&gt;There'd be a long embrace.&lt;br /&gt;We'd do another dance,&lt;br /&gt;It'd be another play.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin for romance?&lt;br /&gt;Come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart may freeze, or it can burn.&lt;br /&gt;The pain will ease if I can learn...&lt;br /&gt;There is no future,&lt;br /&gt;There is no past.&lt;br /&gt;I live this moment as my last.&lt;br /&gt;There's only us,&lt;br /&gt;There's only this.&lt;br /&gt;Forget regret,&lt;br /&gt;Or life is yours to miss.&lt;br /&gt;No other road,&lt;br /&gt;No other way.&lt;br /&gt;No day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Excuse me if I'm off track,&lt;br /&gt;But if you're so wise then tell me -&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need smack?&lt;br /&gt;Take your needle, take your fancy prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, get the moonlight outta your hair!&lt;br /&gt;Long ago you might've lit up my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But the fire's dead - ain't never ever gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;Another time, another place&lt;br /&gt;The words would only rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;We'd be in outer space.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be another song.&lt;br /&gt;We'd sing another way.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna prove me wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's only us, only tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We must let go to know what's right.&lt;br /&gt;No other course,&lt;br /&gt;No other way,&lt;br /&gt;No day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control your temper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Who says that there's a soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only goal is just to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's only here. &lt;br /&gt;Give in to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Barging in on me &amp;amp; my guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or live in fear. &lt;br /&gt;No other path,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Little girl, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No other way, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The door is that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The fire's out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Take your powder, take your candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day but today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your sillhuoette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day but today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, another place, another time, a warm embrace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Another chance, another way, another dance, another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:forcedheartbeat:15553</id>
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    <title>I should tell you - I'm disaster.</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T19:48:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T19:48:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed. I didn't go to school today because I realized how behind in school I am, &amp;amp; I had a bit of a mental breakdown last night where I was up `til 4am worrying and stressing and worrying. This is what school does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, I'm very quickly becoming a RENT junkie. Saw the movie twice already, &amp; I'll probably see it again.. and again.. and again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-10-18T02:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-18T06:57:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-18T06:58:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't sleep &amp;amp; I have to wake up in less than three hours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, joy.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-10-17T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-18T00:37:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-18T00:37:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My birthday is in 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm pumped.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in homework tonight but later my day will get better as I speak on the phone to Maureen with Michael Raggi on the other line. Score for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my love life isn't even in shambles. It just doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news: I've been having some trouble staying happy recently. Mood swings are my new weakness. I don't think I've ever spent so much time venting. The conflicted feeling have been getting worse &amp; a lot of the time I feel so lost &amp; empty inside. But when I'm with certain people that all just dissolves away and I'm happy again. I wish I could be with them all of the time. &lt;b&gt;Maybe then I could be happy.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-10-13T21:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-14T01:38:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T04:24:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;This is my tribute to the nice girls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, &lt;i&gt;who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times&lt;/i&gt;. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because, somehow, they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe ... just maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and messed up the guys in their lives without saying a word. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from &lt;i&gt;"there are plenty of fish in the sea,"&lt;/i&gt; to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. &lt;i&gt;This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="5"&gt;This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it. You're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a tee shirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be hung over. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those options. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend .. but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy targets the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug, hoping against all odds that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race. That's you want at the end of that silly race.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-10-12T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T21:45:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T03:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1518.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went a little picture crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1520.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1521.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGZ BiFFLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1523.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSH. We're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1529.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite even though Maureen doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1536.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1541.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1549.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. My best friend's a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1560.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; both of these kids a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1561.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, I MISSED HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1564.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New field... yeah, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1562.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Raisin &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/CID__Photo52.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurennn took a picture of herself with my camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/CID__Photo45.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. I love his smile. My exboyfriend &amp; nowguyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/CID__Photo47.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me take another one because he realized he looked like a retard. But in this one he looks even more like a retard. Just don't tell him I posted these pictures, mkay? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/starswithyouu/homecoming%20weekend%202005/100_1567.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to get pizza. &amp; MAUREEN IN THE BACKGROUND WITH THE UMBRELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing weekend. So sad it's over.</content>
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    <title>I think I want you in the worst wayyy.</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T00:35:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T00:35:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I cannot wait until this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your full name? Karen Ann Brigid (Bridget? I'm not really sure) Dieso.&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday? November 16th&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you? 5'2" or something.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color? blue.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color? brown.&lt;br /&gt;What nationality are you? Irish/Italian/English, mainly. if I told you what else, you wouldn't velieve me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat the crust on your bread sandwiches? yes ma'am. best part.&lt;br /&gt;Any piercings? just my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos? nope.&lt;br /&gt;You have three wishes: what are they? [1] love [2] the rest of the Harry Potter books. seriously. [3] A HORSE.&lt;br /&gt;What sound can you not stand? nails on a chalkboard. when the guy from the number 12 looks like you screams (aka all the time? whatever).&lt;br /&gt;If you could do a cover for any band for any song, what would it be? "Play Crack the Sky" by Brand New .. that is, if I could sing.&lt;br /&gt;Special talents? I've retained some of that Irish stepdancing that I took when I was seven, if it counts.&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you do when you wake up? hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last song you sang? "Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh" by Bright Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any instruments? hah, no. but I'd like to. hinthint to all of you musically inclined ones.&lt;br /&gt;DO you know any awesomely random facts? SNAPPLEFACTS. OMG. did you know that a hummingbird weighs liess than a penny? mhmm it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Which X-Man would you want to be? storm. she's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;BE HONEST - Do you listen to show tunes? like... stuff from RENT &amp; Chicago &amp; stuff? yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to college? yes.&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you do when you get home from school? eat.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you are desperate to meet?Jesse fucking Lacey and Vinnie fucking Acardi. the only two members of br&amp; new I have yet to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance around your house when nobody's home? all the time. WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH MEEEE AND DANCE AND DANCE AND DANCE AND DANCE AND DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quote? "I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd."&lt;br /&gt;&amp; "Five minutes of a lifetime were truely spent, and we felt young in a good way." &lt;br /&gt;Main source of exercise? I don't exercise. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay or Nay&lt;br /&gt;Diet Pepsi: nay.&lt;br /&gt;Extracurricular activities: eh.&lt;br /&gt;Kids: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Colored contacts: don't need `em, nayy.&lt;br /&gt;Seinfeld: YAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;Bread: yay?&lt;br /&gt;Hair cuts: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Hiking: wtf. nay?&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam: OMG YESSS YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Black and white photography: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Chess: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: naynaynay. earth science flashbacks jkdsgijgnfd.&lt;br /&gt;Portugal: suure?&lt;br /&gt;Speed dial: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Tencho: depends on the techno. if it's anything giving to me by carmen vidal, no no &amp; a million times no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Stuff&lt;br /&gt;What cds are in your stereo right now? Head Automaticaa.&lt;br /&gt;Guilty pleasures? old Backstreet Boys albums.&lt;br /&gt;If you had to eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? pizza from intermezzo in northport &amp; coke &amp; garlic nuts.&lt;br /&gt;The Ring - creepy or stupid? both.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family? yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;If you were an animagus, which form would you take? winged horse. they have those in Harry Potter, right?&lt;br /&gt;Speak other languages? not really. I'm taking French if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;How many continents have you been to? one.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song (as of right now)? "My Name Is Trouble" by Nightmare of You.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower?lilies. roses. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Do you read comic books? not really. if I had any I would, though.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you would be maimed, tortured, or killed for? Maureen Margaret Maria Nolan.&lt;br /&gt;Contacts, glasses, or neither: glasses for distance.&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: CI fa lyfe.&lt;br /&gt;What is the best board game? uhh.. LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flavor of juice? the mango Snapple.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation? I like boys, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been skinny dipping? no.&lt;br /&gt;Assertive or passive: passive.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the shower? WTF. YES. I'M IN THE SHOWER AND ON THE COMPUTER AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Any regrets? many, but none that I would be willing to go back &amp; change.&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear? sure do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pet peeves? people who buy Led Zeppelin &amp; The Doors shirts from dELiA'S &amp; PacSun but know nothing of the actual band.&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a car? no.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;The best cheesy pick up line? damn, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like fast food? I just had subway tonight (eat fresh!).&lt;br /&gt;Do you like salad? sure. only the crunchy pieces of lettuce, though.</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-10-02T00:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T04:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T04:57:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a little bit &lt;b&gt;stronger&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit wiser,&lt;br /&gt;just a little less &lt;i&gt;needy&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe I'd get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit &lt;b&gt;pretty&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;just a little &lt;u&gt;more aware&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit thinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp; maybe I'd get there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, clearly I remember&lt;br /&gt;hiking up my skirt &lt;br /&gt;&amp; asking for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, clearly I remember - &lt;br /&gt;nervous if ever confronted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp; questioning myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, perhaps..  perhaps if I got better.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I challenged myself.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit stronger,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit wiser,&lt;br /&gt;just a little less needy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe I'd get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit pretty,&lt;br /&gt;just a little more aware,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit thinner,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe I'd get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, clearly I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pulling up my shirt&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; staring blank ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, clearly I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;days of useless crying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; almost feeling dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps if I was smaller..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I could control myself?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit stronger,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit wiser,&lt;br /&gt;just a little less needy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe I'd get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit pretty,&lt;br /&gt;just a little more aware,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit thinner,&amp; maybe I'd get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>"Well, tell that stupid Mick that he just made my list of things to do today!"</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T01:49:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T01:51:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've been really wanting to write lately. Just to have a few hours that I could spend on Microsoft Word spitting out stories &amp; useless stuff that's bottled up in my head right now. But school's been bogging me down so much this year &amp; I never have any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is okay. I've been really really tired for the past couple of days. I had the worst headache all day yesterday from sinuses. Today I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so worn out already. I need a break. Going to the chiropracter every other day &amp; spending hours and hours doing global work all the time &amp; failing math class is really stressful. There are a lot of times when I miss the way things were last year. I miss having everyone in one place for earth science every day. That class just gave me so much relief last year, relaxing &amp; talking to my friends &amp; complaining about Mrs. Honikel &amp; writing notes to Katherine all the time. I miss it, I miss it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are the only reason I'm actually happy right now. Like, I talked to Mike today &amp; he always has that odd ability of making me happy when I talk to him because he makes me smile, all the time. &amp; this weekend.. I'm going out on Friday with a bunch of people for Katherine's birthdayyy &amp; I'm so excited. I just remember that last year was so so so much fun in Babylon Village &amp; seeing The Forgotten or whatever sucky movie it was. &amp; then on Saturday I'm going to a home game with Laci, just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that all the school-related stress dies down soon, I really do.</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-09-26T19:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T23:31:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-26T23:37:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I didn't miss the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got the new p!atd song because someone put it up on yousendit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My math teacher told me I could retake the test I got a 57 on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Marisa gave me a huggg =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Michael Raggi &amp; Mike Lombardo at the end of lunch ("OHMYGOD. SHE HEARD ME SAY COOL BEANS. GASPGASP I HAVE TO MURDER HER NOW."). &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Mr. Paul for theology, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got a 96 on my can drawing in art class. Seriously. I was so proud of myself. She said I had a "good shading technique" and that I just need to work on the actual drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ We did archery in gym &amp; MY ARROW HIT THE TARGET. I AM SO SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got a question right in this gamne we played in bio. And everyone was all "YAYYYY KAREN" and Max Brown gave me a high five and I was like "SCORE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I saw Meaghannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My chiropractor went on one of his little crazy tangents about health. It was really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My insane father brought home a huge flat screen tv that's like 40something inches. It's HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDDD LAST BUT NOT LEAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm just happy. I know it's a back &amp; forth thing but.. for now I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except now I'm getting sick, which thoroughly sucks.</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-09-20T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T04:06:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T04:06:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Screw that happiness vibe I was giving off before. It's all gone now.</content>
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    <title>you're all I want to know &amp; I WON'T LET THAT GO &amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T17:49:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T19:54:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Points Underneath" - The Honorary</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A lot has been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy now, &amp; that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird because after all of this shit I've had to deal with in the past two days my mind feels clearer than it was before. My mind's been so preoccupied lately and now it feels like it's finally time to relax and have some fun. Going to the Spill Canvas show on Thursday with Mike Raggi, Katherine Razon, Meaghan Gould, Mike Lombardo (I think??), and hopefully Maureen Nolannnn &amp;hearts;. I'm reallyreally excited. If anyone else is going/wants to go, let me knowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the show on Wednesday Kevin Devine added some familiar Brand New lyrics to "Ballgame." [&lt;i&gt;I'm burning like a bridge for your body, I'm sinking like a stone in the sea&lt;/i&gt;.] It was basically the defining moment of my week... besides The NSG's amazing set by the way. Can I just take the time out to express how great they are live? I mean, come on - Gordon was dancing onstage the whole time &amp; he had so much energy, and since that sort of thing is contagious everyone else started clapping and dancing along and then there was a dance contest and it was just... great. &amp; then the playlist between sets had to be the best part. "I ain't no hollaback boyyyy!" &amp; a different version of "Looooove, love will tear us apart again." It was amazing, even though my feet hrt like hell the entire time from standing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait `til Thursdayy &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-09-09T05:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T09:25:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T09:25:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here it is - the first day of sophomore year - and I'm awake at five o`clock only because I woke up earlier after getting about two hours of sleep, and after trying to fall back asleep for the rest of the night I finally gave in a few minutes ago. I don't really care, I don't feel tired. I'm actually feeling really apathetic about it being the first day of school I don't really care about it, I'm just excited about seeing everyone again and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that this journal entry is just a way to pass the time `til about 5:45 when I guess I'll start getting ready and all that fun stuff. I'm just sitting here sucking on a lifesaver without much else to do. My little sister starts first grade today, too, but she'll be waking up long after I'm gone &amp; I'll be at the chiropracter when she gets off the bus which makes me kinda sad that I won't be there. She has a new princess backpack &amp; a princess lunchbox &amp; a thermos that says "Lil` Miss Thang" on it with a cute little flower. How cayooooot. And for the first time in a long time she slept straight through the night without waking up at 4am crying or something. Hopefully that's a sign. I worry about her in school, ya know? She's very immature for her age and last year a couple little girls bothered her about it &amp; told her she wasn't popular. And then it sucks because there's nothing I can do to help that. Little kids are vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of little kids, today I saw a commercial for Madagascar. &lt;b&gt;I MISS MY NOLAN TWINS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days `til Nightmare of You &amp; Kevin Devine. I'm pumped. Still need to buy those Spill Canvas ticks, though. Maybe I'll pick them up when I go to the show on Wednesday. No ticketmaster fees that way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm gunna go see how much damage was done to my hair during my whole TWO HOURS of sleep &amp; then have an eglish muffin so I don't pass out &amp; then get ready. I'll update about my day later on tonight. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-09-08T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T23:15:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T23:15:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;First day of school tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing we hang in our homerooms for a while in the morning &amp; then we go to mass or something. Or we could have like 15 minute classes and then mass. Who knows. My school is ghey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started getting ready at all. Whoops. All I really need to do is find a notebook &amp; my lock &amp; I'm set. Tomorrow's like a joke day of school.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-09-04T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T06:12:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T06:12:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish there were more interesting things to say about my life other than the fact that I'm pretty content right now. I'm just waiting out my last few days of summer, rushing to finish my summer reading. The days have been going by slowly &amp;amp; I'm grateful for that. Tonight Katherine came over which was great because I missed her lots &amp;amp; hadn't seen her since the Straylight Run show. This school year looks like it can turn out okay. Last year was so great that I'm crossing my fingers so that it doesn't backlash on me this year. Katherine has no classes with me as of right now, but she's getting things switched around because they forgot to put her in honors English so there's still a chance. I'm crossing my fingers about that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Marisa's birthday part a couple of days ago &amp;amp; had a great time. We used up 287 water balloons. I was the one who was the least soaked, but also I don't think I managed to break a water balloon the entire time : / haha. But I still had so so much fun. I made an attempt at playing DDR [with assisance, haha] &amp;amp; did horribly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's finally resurfaced from dropping off of the face of the earth. I missed himmmm ♥ .. even though he's been making fun of me nonstop, of course. But I'm used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the Nightmare Of You show in two weeks. I'm like freaking out about it. Lately a lot of people have been like, "oh, it's not cool going to shows anymore because everyone does that." But I could care less. There's something about going to a show &amp;amp; being surrounded by a bunch of kids &amp;amp; feeling like you belong there, because everyone's there for the same thing, &amp;amp; everyone there at least has one thing in common. I can't even explain it, I just love seeing my favorite bands perform live because it's so priceless, and I love the atmosphere and meeting people and going to Dominoes afterwards full of adrenaline &amp;amp; eating cinnastix. ♥ I know I sound like a total dork right now but I don't care.</content>
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    <title>Brand New &amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T05:54:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T05:54:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Me vs Maradona vs Elvis" - Brand New</lj:music>
    <content type="html">With one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. By five or six, bring you out to the car. Number nine with my head on the bar. &amp; it's sad but true. Out of cash &amp; IOU. I got desperate desires &amp; uinadmirable plans. My tongue will taste of gin &amp; malicious intent. Bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold. A sober-straight face gets you out of your clothes. &amp; they're scared that we know all the crimes they'll commit, who they'll kiss before they get home. I will lie awake, lie for fun and fake the way I hold you, let you fall for every empty word I say. Barely conscious in the doorway you stand. Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands. You laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute. I almost feel sorry for what I'm gunna do. &amp; your hair smells of smoke. Who will cast the first stone? You can sin or spend the night all alone. Brass buttons on her coat hold the cold in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone, and you're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start. If you let me have my way, I swear I'll tear you apart. `Cause it's all you can be. You're a drunk &amp; you're scared. It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is haunting. And I love it.</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-09-01T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T20:59:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T07:22:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPCOMING SHOWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER 14TH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare Of You Record Release Party&lt;br /&gt;+ Kevin Devin. Army of Me, The NSG, &amp; Like Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER 22ND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 Records Tour&lt;br /&gt;+ The Spill Canvas, Mashlin, This Day &amp; Age, &amp; Thin Dark Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;OCTOBER 5TH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;+The Receiving End of Sirens, Cartel, Augustina, Paramore, &amp; &lt;s&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER 22ND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emery&lt;br /&gt;+ Gatsby's American Dream, Gym Class Heroes, As Cities Burn</content>
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    <title>forcedheartbeat @ 2005-08-28T15:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T19:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T19:00:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's time for some public entries. It makes no sense that I make everything friends only when nothing is every really that private, save a few entries. And I'm sure all of my non-livejournal friends are just DYING to know about my life. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I got &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Global 2 H - Rm. 328&lt;br /&gt;B - Math 10 A&amp;B - Rm. 207&lt;br /&gt;C - English 10 H - Rm. 315 [I'm pretty sure this is Navarra's room. I'm not sure if this is a good thing yet.]&lt;br /&gt;D - French 2 R - Rm. 217 [Definitely Mrs. Green, since she's the only other French teacher. I heard she was good?]&lt;br /&gt;E - Lunch! with JeanMarie &amp; Lauren &amp; Liz, so far. So I'll just drift around, sit with Lauren &amp; then go visit Jeanmarie &amp; Liz &amp; everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;F - Religion - Rm. 119 [MR. PAUL! This makes me happy because a) he gives no homework ever &amp; b) he's insane.]&lt;br /&gt;G - Art Studio - Rm. 111 [I'm gunna be drawing stick figures with Melanie.]&lt;br /&gt;H - PE - in the gym, duh.&lt;br /&gt;H - Bio - 310 [I dunno how the double H thing works? They changed the format. Yeah, and for bio I'm with some freshman but Dana's in my class so it's okay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty decent, so far. I might cry if I don't get any classes with Katherine or Laci because they haven't gotten their schedules yet. Or Meaghan for that matter, because she is my twin &amp; I hope we have bio or lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I like some of the music from Instant Star? Yeah, probably. But I love it. &amp; I missed last week's!! AND I MISSED DEGRASSI TOO. AND ENTOURAGE. -panic attack- Oh well, a new episode's (of Entourage) on tonight &amp; I'll catch up. &amp; they always show repeats on noggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life is boring. I have three summer reading books left so I'm gunna spend my whole day reading and reading and reading. Ughhhhhh.</content>
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    <published>2005-07-19T21:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T00:01:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first twenty songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing), and write down your favorite line of the song. Try to avoid putting the song title in the line. Then have your friends comment and see if they know the songs without googling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. "I want to always feel like part of this was mine, I want to fall in love tonight."&lt;br /&gt;02. "We are gaining speed, I can barely breathe."&lt;br /&gt;03. "It's in your eyes &amp; I'm in a trance, a winter chill next to a spring romance."&lt;br /&gt;04. "Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to cry, so come on courage! Teach me to be shy." &lt;br /&gt;05. "I’d trade in forever to just hear you say the sound of my name."&lt;br /&gt;06. "You can hide the money, I'll mark an X. I am above the law and you're the order, you make everything make sense."&lt;br /&gt;07. "You heighten yourself to lower the blame &amp; you martyr yourself to heighten your fame &amp; you lower yourself to draw the compassion, cheers to you."&lt;br /&gt;08. "I think that we've got what it takes to get this heart start beating again."&lt;br /&gt;09. "You'll complete me, right? Then my life can finally begin."&lt;br /&gt;10. "Sometimes I wish I could be the one fish that you choose out of all in the sea."&lt;br /&gt;11. "The disco ball spins away another year. I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year."&lt;br /&gt;12. "Leave it up to me to burden you again."&lt;br /&gt;13. "Only the best of me comes out when you're around. Only the best of me exists since I've found someone that won't let go, someone that lets me know no matter what she'll always be there when I fall."&lt;br /&gt;14. "Forget my name, forget my face, forget my name... Because it's going to rain, it's going to rain &amp; it never ends."&lt;br /&gt;15. "I'm breaking my heart tonight so you can see what's inside."&lt;br /&gt;16. "The only to catch a butterfly is never waiting for the wings, and the seasons bring change, and as the seconds fade away I still don’t know why we were holding on, but I’m still trying, to breakout."&lt;br /&gt;17. "Hold your head high heavy heart.. So take a chance and make it big, 'cause it’s the last you’ll ever get."&lt;br /&gt;18. "I love you even though I hate this thing that we've become. I need you even though I can live without this."&lt;br /&gt;19. "So fall asleep, I'll always be in lov with you.. &amp; forever know, you're always in my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;20. "You're the words that come out easy and i am speechless at best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever gets the most right gets .. I dunno. Something really amazingly awesome. Bwahaha.</content>
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