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    <title>molly7 @ 2006-10-09T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T19:47:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My heart is officially shattered.</content>
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    <title>hello again</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T20:26:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Wow. I guess no one uses LJ anymore. Oh well. Hopefully I'll be getting a facebook soon. I haven't logged in here in forever. It's so weird to read my old entries. My life is sooo much different now. So much shittier really. Oh well. I guess I'll get through it. That's pretty much what my days are like. Every day just feels like I'm waiting to get through it. Whatever.</content>
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    <title>I hate surprises!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T00:32:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T00:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">George and Connor are so adorable. Especially George, but still... Except this whole thing is killing me because I hate when I don't know what's going on. They just sit there and whisper things to each other and they won't tell me anything!!!! And today George pretended that he was going to get in the car with me and Connor, but then he ran away and made some secretive phone call while Connor pulled around. And then we fought over his phone, but he managed to erase the calls list and the contact. Poo. So... yeah, I basically have noooo clue what I'm doing on Saturday night. Except I think it's really sweet and romantic and adorable. ;)</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-26T19:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T00:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T00:20:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ted Leo &amp; The Pharmacists- Shake the Sheets</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm bored. Someone entertain me. I've spent tonight (well after debate) deciding what George should buy for our kidnapping/homecoming thingy. I want to call it homecoming, except for the small detail that we're not going to homecoming. I don't know what we're doing, except that Connor has burlap sacks that he's putting over Natalie and I's heads. lol, and they smell really bad. They were in his car. But he promised to wash them with lots of fabric softener. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want George to buy Converses. Because I think they're really hot. But I don't want him to spend all his money. I feel horribly guiltly already because I can't stay away from shopping, even when it isn't for me. It's so bad.</content>
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    <title>i &amp;lt;3 frank</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T23:37:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T23:38:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I changed my little mood thingy to Frank the Goat. I'm pretty damn excited about it too. He's so sexy.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-25T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T22:56:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T22:56:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins- Chutes Too Narrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lalala. I'm in a good mood. Kanellis was pretty sweet. I managed to get a quarterfinals award after debating only 4 rounds. In the last prelim round, I didn't want to debate and Ernie was my judge, so I told Chris (my opponent) that if he sang his case to the tune of Sesame Street, I would forfeit the round. So he did, and I did, and we both got 30 speaker points. It pretty much rocked. And I still broke, probably because of the high speaks, lol. And then Elyse closed me out in quarters, so I didn't have to debate that round either. Which was very excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was definitely just Friday night in our room. Bailey and I shared a room with Chloe and Allie. So we talked about baseball... lol... and we bonded. They're little whores just like us!!! It was lots of fun. Except we got bitched out for staying up so late and being loud. But that was pretty funny too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and I weren't allowed to sit together on the bus. It was really annoying. We were both really tired and wanted to sleep and we were sharing music from his ipod, so everytime someone walked by, we had to disconnect stuff or bend down or whatever so they could get through the aisle. Finally I just leaned across the aisle and slept on his lap. But I still had to move when people wanted to go by. But then we went back to his house and slept together on his couch upstairs and his parents totally didn't care. It was sooo awesome. I love the Moores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took me and Eileen to see Flightplan today. It was really really good. And then we went shopping at Forever 21 just for fun. Sometimes my mom is pretty cool. Plus she and my dad are letting me go the OAR concert!!!!!!! I'm soooo excited, can you tell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have dinner now. Speaking which, I feel really fat and gross from eating junk food all weekend. Blah. Oh well, George happens to love my big squishy love handles and if I lost weight and they went away, I think he would be very sad. So I'll keep them. ;)</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-18T16:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-18T21:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-18T21:55:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins- Chutes Too Narrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm bored right now. Bored and lonely. And tired. I should do my homework. Pshh. My darling is at work. It's a good thing he works a lot though because the poor boy spends all his money on me. He'll get mad at me for saying that if he reads this. But he probably won't. I worked out today for the first time in forever. I feel fat and gross and out of shape. I wish I was really fit. And tan. Oh well, nobody's perfect I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Excorcism of Emily Rose on Friday night with George. It was really creepy. I loved it. And I got to eat the Hot Tamales that George brought me when I was sick. I looove eating Hot Tamales at the movies. I don't know why. I love chocolate, but I never really eat it at the movies. I went shopping too. I'm sooo addicted... Oh well. It's my money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went with George, Zoe, and Ahmad to see Fantastic 4. It was Ahmad's first time at a theater. He liked it, I think. Then I went to his house and we hung out for a little while. Sometimes I feel like I'm an annoying burden on his parents because I go to his house so much. And when I'm not there, he's with me somewhere else. I don't think they like that very much... Anyway, we watched some of Man on Fire. It was really really good. I was tired though, so I was lying on George's lap and it was really hard not to fall asleep. I didn't want to because the movie was so good. He covered my eyes during the bad parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is applying early decision to Tufts. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I may be allowed to go to the OAR concert in November. That would be amazing. Does anyone know what time it's at? George? Connor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make banana m&amp;m muffins now. Because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love George.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-12T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T00:37:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T00:43:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins- Chutes Too Narrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WAAAAAAAYYY too much work tonight. Why am I posting, you ask? I need a fricking break from joyful AP Chem. And I still have to do Calc. And Latin. Woo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party on friends. Without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. By the way, now that Jack is over the stomach flu, Jimmy has it! Of course. I just watched him barf in a bowl. What a way to top off my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really pissy all day and I don't know why. So I apologize to anyone I was mean to (ahem, ahem... George). Sorry.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-11T10:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T15:51:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-12T03:09:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Killers- Hot Fuss</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I changed my layout again. I'm a nerd. But I like it even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George gets the car today so he's coming by in his lunch break to see me. Yaaaayyyyy. I get to feed him. What should I cook? Hrmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I just realized that I have to do all of my homework today. Crap, I hate Sundays.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-09T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T23:06:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T23:06:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins- Chutes Too Narrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lalala. I'm having a better day today. I just took a shower and I feel good. Hahahaha, George.... I'm still laughing... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout. I think it's pretty. But I dunno, maybe that's just me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin to the Valley game tonight. Woo hoo. Haha, in case you can't tell, I'm not exactly a football fan. Well, at least not Valley football. I mean, if it was the Patriots, it would be different... Oh well, it's better than nothing. Because George had to go and get himself GROUNDED.... just kidding darling. You know I'm not mad. It makes up for me falling asleep when I was supposed to sneak out last night. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... hope everyone has a beautiful weekend! Later.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-08T21:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T02:14:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I hate George's parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they doing this? It's not supposed to be like this. It was always my parents, and I could deal with that. They don't really scare me anymore. I can argue with them. And I always know what's going on. But I can't deal with this.</content>
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    <title>*sigh*</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T00:29:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T00:29:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Shins- Chutes Too Narrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel depressed right now. I don't exactly know why. Well I do, but why today? It's not like anything happened, I'm just... thinking... and dreading. Why can't this year last forever? I'm still in denial.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-06T16:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T21:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T21:03:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Go &lt;a href="http://mike.mm1swebcreations.com/lj/ljFriendsQuiz/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.~How did you meet &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=radikaliya&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/radikaliya/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;radikaliya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? DEBATE CAMP!!!! yeeauh&lt;br /&gt;2.~What would you do if you had never met &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=brain_seepage&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/brain_seepage/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brain_seepage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? cry&lt;br /&gt;3.~What do you honestly think of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=georgemoore13&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/georgemoore13/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;georgemoore13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? i hate him&lt;br /&gt;4.~Would or did &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=cows_for_dinner&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cows_for_dinner/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cows_for_dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=thefullcrimp&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thefullcrimp/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thefullcrimp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go out? hahahahaha.... that used to be grant's dream... but no&lt;br /&gt;5.~Have you ever liked &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=packfanaj&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/packfanaj/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;packfanaj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? duh. he's so amazing. in bed.&lt;br /&gt;6.~If &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=friendsfan723&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/friendsfan723/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendsfan723&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would need him/her to know? uhhh... i dunno. sorry kat. ;P&lt;br /&gt;7.~Would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=andeny&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/andeny/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;andeny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=palendy&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/palendy/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;palendy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make a good couple? ummm.... i think they could decide better than me. i'd say probly not, but it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;8.~Describe &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=the_tmo_rebirth&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_tmo_rebirth/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_tmo_rebirth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in 3 words: no longer emo&lt;br /&gt;9.~Do you think &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=stephenrenzi&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stephenrenzi/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stephenrenzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is hot? totally. especially the red scarf.&lt;br /&gt;10.~Would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=friendsfan723&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/friendsfan723/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendsfan723&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=whyntuseurname&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/whyntuseurname/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyntuseurname&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make a lovely couple? only if bailey stopped being homophobic and realized she's a lesbian...&lt;br /&gt;11.~What do you think of when you see &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=thefullcrimp&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thefullcrimp/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thefullcrimp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? arati. lol.&lt;br /&gt;12.~Tell me something humiliating about &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=palendy&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/palendy/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;palendy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: i don't think i know anything... she's too awesome. &lt;br /&gt;13.~Do you know any of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=comets22s&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/comets22s/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comets22s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s family members? i've met her parents before&lt;br /&gt;14.~What's &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=llamalover17&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/llamalover17/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;llamalover17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s favorite color? llama-colored&lt;br /&gt;15.~On a scale of 1-10 how cute is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=golf17om&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/golf17om/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;golf17om&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? ask the boys who were rating her on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;16.~What would you do if &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=amrbornconfudes&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/amrbornconfudes/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amrbornconfudes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just professed their undying love for you? slap that bitch back into place. just kidding. i think i'd laugh.&lt;br /&gt;17.~What language does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=cows_for_dinner&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cows_for_dinner/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cows_for_dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speak? bailey-speak&lt;br /&gt;18.~Who is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=turkey_jerky&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/turkey_jerky/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;turkey_jerky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going out with? me.&lt;br /&gt;19.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=molly7&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/molly7/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;molly7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a boy or a girl? in between&lt;br /&gt;20.~Would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=justletitallout&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/justletitallout/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;justletitallout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=amrbornconfudes&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/amrbornconfudes/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amrbornconfudes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make a good couple? hrmm... NO.&lt;br /&gt;21.~Who do you think &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=katyiscool78&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/katyiscool78/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;katyiscool78&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be great with from this list? i'd have to say.. no one.&lt;br /&gt;22.~When was the last time you talked to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=stephenrenzi&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stephenrenzi/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stephenrenzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? a while ago, actually. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;23.~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=packfanaj&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/packfanaj/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;packfanaj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s favorite band? i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;24.~Does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=andeny&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/andeny/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;andeny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have any siblings? yeah, i think he has a sister.&lt;br /&gt;25.~Would you ever date &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=comets22s&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/comets22s/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comets22s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? nope.&lt;br /&gt;26.~Would you ever date &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=the_tmo_rebirth&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_tmo_rebirth/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_tmo_rebirth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? nope. but i still love you tommy.&lt;br /&gt;27.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=katyiscool78&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/katyiscool78/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;katyiscool78&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; single? i believe so... unless there's something i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;28.~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=llamalover17&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/llamalover17/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;llamalover17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s last name? froot loots!!&lt;br /&gt;29.~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=justletitallout&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/justletitallout/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;justletitallout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s middle name? ann&lt;br /&gt;30~What is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=georgemoore13&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/georgemoore13/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;georgemoore13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s fantasy? HAHAHAHAHA. me. naked.&lt;br /&gt;31.~Where does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=molly7&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/molly7/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;molly7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; live? here. in my box.&lt;br /&gt;32.~Would you make out with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=radikaliya&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/radikaliya/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;radikaliya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? DEFINITELY! not.&lt;br /&gt;33.~Are &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=brain_seepage&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/brain_seepage/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brain_seepage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=comets22s&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/comets22s/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comets22s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; best friends? no&lt;br /&gt;34.~Does &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=the_tmo_rebirth&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_tmo_rebirth/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_tmo_rebirth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=llamalover17&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/llamalover17/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;llamalover17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? probably.... joking. i have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;35.~How did you meet &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=justletitallout&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/justletitallout/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;justletitallout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? in my brain...&lt;br /&gt;36.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=stephenrenzi&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stephenrenzi/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stephenrenzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; older than you? yes.&lt;br /&gt;37.~Is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=whyntuseurname&amp;amp;mode=full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0" style="vertical-align:bottom;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/whyntuseurname/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyntuseurname&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sexiest person alive? YEEEAAAUH!!! and i have the videos to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-09-04T12:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T17:44:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T17:44:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Killers- Hot Fuss</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lalala, I love the weekend. Especially 3 day ones. Except I haven't done any homework.... bad Molly. Oh well, George and I are doing homework together tomorrow, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of George, Bailey and Natalie called me last night and told me that I spend too much time with him. They think we're married. Oh well. I don't care. He just happens to be my best friend. So there. Although it is pretty funny... my dad bought him a Rolex. A fake, cheap one from China, but still. I like that my parents have finally accepted him and he's allowed to come over and watch movies with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn was here for the weekend, but she left this morning. It was fun though, I always enjoy seeing Kathryn. Especially because she gives me lots of music. Like this Killers cd. Yaaayyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a delightful labor day weekend. :)</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-31T15:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T20:52:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T20:52:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack Johnson- In Between Dreams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=5745" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#A090D5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-30T09:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T14:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T14:52:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love natalie shes so sexy</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-27T14:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-27T19:12:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-27T19:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. School is so draining. And I've only had 2 and a half days. Yesterday I took a nap at George's house when I was supposed to be doing homework. This morning I had to wake up with my brothers and I couldn't stay awake. I felt like I was paralyzed while laying on the couch. I couldn't move or open my eyes. I could only wiggle my toes, so I did that for a few minutes until I managed to open my eyes a little. Then my mom came to my rescue and I went back to sleep until 1:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightside? My dad left me a Red Bull. Score.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-21T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T03:20:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T03:20:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Raaahhhhh.....stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Wednesday and I'm NOT ready. I'm so busy and I already have so much work to do... why can't it just be summer for ever???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate being a girl. Why do I always get emotional and overreact to everything???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-17T12:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T17:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T17:48:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ben Folds- Songs for Silverman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ni baba (my dad) is teaching me Chinese through emails! Well, only a little, and he's also getting a little frustrated with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grrrrrr.....you're learning Chinese faster than I am!  My teacher gave me a pop quiz yesterday.  Out of 20 questions, I got 19.  As in 19 wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhu nu baba &lt;br /&gt;who's your daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I got nooo sleep two nights ago, so last night I slept like a rock. I just woke up like half an hour ago. I slept through my brother crying and screaming and the phone ringing. And lots of other stuff like people walking around downstairs that normally wakes me up. So now I feel kind of like a zombie. I'm really really tired still... Don't ask me how that works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm mad at George. He hasn't called me. But then again, Eileen is on the phone now, so he probably won't be able to before he goes to work. So now I'm mad at Eileen. Oh well. I'm going to go lay on the couch and be a bum now. Adios.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-13T10:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T16:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T16:01:46Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ahh, I love my daddy. Why is he married to my mom? He's so much less uptight. Anyway, he sent me an email from China (where he is working for the next 2 months). Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to say in China, as number two daughter, your name is 'er nuer', which pretty much means 'number 2 daughter'.  If you believe in reincarnation, you should probably angle for a better birth family next time, life as middle child isn't always that great..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next Chinese language class I'm going to ask for the translation of "one of the damn kids"!  That will be one nice and easy phrase for everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although I cannot understand how one billion people can speak Chinese, because it's fu@#*%ng impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So are you psyched to go back to school?  Or dreading it?  I always thought the junior year was the toughest, the classes are hard, PSATs, etc.  At least in your senior year, once the college aps are in, you can coast (I'll deny that I said this next year)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaayyy Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else? Oh yeah, family dinner with the Moores tonight... I hope they don't eat me. Kidding, of course. I get to meet Ahmad. That should be cool. Haha, George told me that he's going to be taking Ahmad everywhere he goes so he can meet people, and I was like.... Ummmm, EVERYwhere??? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later guys.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-11T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T18:37:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T02:37:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ben Folds- Songs for Silverman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Grrr, I hate that the rest of my summer has to be largely antisocial just because my mom is working so she dumps all her housework on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I start driver's ed tonight. Yayyyy.... should be a fun nap. I just want it to be over with so I can drive. Three cheers for freedom. Plus that way, George doesn't have to flip whenever Kara takes the car. Speaking of which, I just want everyone to know that I am NOT OCD or ADD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Later. WOW, HOLY FUCK THAT WAS BORING. lol, seriously, 3 hours... is waaay too long. Grrr. It's sooo pointless and boring. Like today we were lectured for FOREVER about the importance of seatbelts. The half hour lecture can be summed up as "If you don't wear your seatbelt and you crash, you will die." Woo hoo. I had NO FUCKING CLUE before I came to driver's ed. Thank you. Come on, if kids are determined to not wear them, they just won't. We all know that car crashes are bad and seatbelts are good. And people will most likely just wear them anyway because of the annoying little dinging noise when you don't put it on. AAAHHH. And it really sucks because I'm having trouble signing up for a driving time because my mom works all day so I literally have no way to get there during any of the times. Because the only time that works is when I'm in class. That's why I signed up for the 6-9 class. So now I have to see if I can get picked up... graaa!!!!! Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate my sister. For a number of reasons. I mean, she constantly steals my makeup and clothes without telling me. Like she stole the lip gloss that she GAVE me for my birthday.... WTF?? But I'm pissed at her now because she was on the computer constantly, so my mom grounded her from it, and then she kept using it anyway. So now my mom has AGAIN gotten rid of aim. Uninstalled. Because my sister is stupid. AAHHH!!!</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-09T11:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T16:05:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T16:05:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blaaahhh. I'm soo bored. I shouldn't even be up this early. It's just not natural. But my mother, even as she gives me more freedom, of course turns into more of a Nazi by waking me up at exactly 9 every morning. Grrrr. Oh well, I give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she took my brothers to the doctor (Jimmy went wearing his yellow boots and his fireman hat, lol) and failed to tell us that the Merry Maids were coming today. So now they're here cleaning and Eileen and I have nowhere to go and nothing to do. I haven't even showered because they're upstairs cleaning. And I have to do my laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start driver's ed on Thursday. It's going to suck. A lot. But at least when I'm done I can get my liscense. Which rocks. I can't wait for the freedom of being able to drive myself wherever, whenever. I can go shopping whenever I want! Well... actually I'm broke, so I need a job first. Which I think is the first thing I'm going to do once I get my liscence. Panera is hiring... I could work there. I don't really care that much, I just want money. And then I can go shopping. Yesss!!!!</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-08-03T11:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T16:59:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Sooo... I got back from Boston and New Hampshire late Monday night. It was a good trip, I enjoyed it. The college visits were awesome. I loved all 3 of them in different ways. I went to BC first. It's in an adorable town, it's really close to Boston, it's a good college, the campus is really pretty, the food is excellent, so are the dorms... etc. I could go on for hours. Then I went to Tufts. The campus isn't nearly as nice and neither is the food, but it isn't religiously affiliated like BC is and the academics are awesome. They have some really cool programs, like EPIIC where they pick a big world issue and spend a year looking at it from the point of view of a bunch of different countries and they get a bunch of good speakers to come talk about it. That sounds sweet. So I loved Tufts too. And then Monday I visited BU, which isn't as good a school as the other 2, but it's still good, and the campus was sooo awesome. It's exactly what you think of when you think about a school in Boston. It stretched across some pretty busy streets and a lot of the buildings and even housing are adorable browstones which I love. And then besides the city aspect, it also has a really nice area to relax, kind of like a park. They call it "the beach" because it's right by the river. It's really pretty with lots of grass and benches and stuff. And I could go on and on about all of them, but that would be boring. Anyway, I loved all 3, so I'm totally applying to them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the first 2 and BU, we drove up to Hanover, NH, where Kathryn goes to school. Dartmouth is pretty nice, very comfortable. The buildings are really spread out and it has a giant field in the middle (the green). The town around it is adorable too. But it's a little small and in the middle of nowhere for me. Kathryn loves it though. We went out to lunch with her new boyfriend. Her first boyfriend, actually. His name is Josh. He seems like a really nice guy, I like him. So I'm happy for her. We also went canoeing and hiking and stuff while we were there. So that whole vacation was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hung out with Kat and Katy and some other guys. It was fun. I didn't even realize how long I was there. But I haven't seen by girls in forever, so it was awesome to hang out again. Except Elyse couldn't come. Meanie. Speaking of which, Bailey and Elyse, we should hang out. Arati is in Mexico though and Elyse is leaving soon, so that kinda died... oh well. I'm going to Langen's birthday party on Friday. And George comes back Saturday. Or actually Friday night, but I don't get to see him until Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really long. I apologize, but I'm kind of bored. Later guys, if you even read all of this.</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-07-27T13:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T18:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T18:41:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garden State Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man, I love driving! It's thrilling. Now all I need to do is get my liscense...</content>
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    <title>molly7 @ 2005-07-25T15:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T20:05:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T20:05:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Andrew is a sexy man, especially when he paints naked and he gets all covered in sweat and paint. It's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you smiling???</content>
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