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  <title>A Wild, Wild Party</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buddha_bombs:13284</id>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-10-01T14:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-01T18:29:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-01T18:29:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.drinkcocaine.com/mainindex.php"&gt;http://www.drinkcocaine.com/mainindex.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to be as intrigued as I am...?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buddha_bombs:10810</id>
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    <title>Let the world turn without me tonight</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T19:27:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-09T02:46:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jesus christ superstar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a guidence apointment today where we talked about 'money issues.' Like how 'we're' going to pay for the SATs and college applications. It was kind of funny, watching my consoler show me different figures all the while squirming. It doesn't make me uncomfortable. I don't think it makes my mom uncomfortable. We recognize that all this shit adds up. And if the school or the state or whatever is willing to help us out with the (incredibly enormous and sadly unneccesary) cost of everything I will be more than happy to sit in her office with her and talk numbers during lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss USPA lovers really, really bad. I ache. I've never ached before.</content>
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    <title>September!?</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T21:07:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T21:54:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>heaven on their minds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, school is...schooly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate getting up in the morning. My room is cold and bright (once my mom turns the lights and the tv {up to full volume} on) My bed is warm and soft and dark. I feel very angry being ripped from my nocturnal-womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll like concert choir. Lots of friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sit in US History class with kids I really don't like. I used to think there was a difference between under-achieving and&amp;nbsp;just plain unintelligent. These kids are&amp;nbsp;sadly proving me wrong.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;send only the illest regards to Ms. Sharpe for my being stuck in this class.&amp;nbsp;Though&amp;nbsp;the teacher seems cool. Very smart and very liberal but I can't help but think in the back of my head &lt;em&gt;'Am I possibly being brainwashed right now? I don't feel like I'm being brainwashed. But I'm pretty sure I am.&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English seems okay. Some friends there, at least. And I wrote a pretty kick-ass write-upy thing on &lt;u&gt;Angels in America&lt;/u&gt; today. I'm rarely proud of what I produce in class (the side effect from being gravely under-enriched) so when I do do something I like it's a nice surprise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art blahh. Lunch blahh. Chem is kind of horrible. Math blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.</content>
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    <title>good deal</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T18:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T18:01:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>conga drums</lj:music>
    <content type="html">School on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Treble Makers some time next week.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Broadway on Broadway with Robin next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very excited.</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-08-25T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T04:52:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T21:43:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this whole Pluto thing.....I mean, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;IT WAS THE BEST ONE!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buddha_bombs:9372</id>
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    <title>bored games.</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T01:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-24T16:59:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stealing this from Kallen and understand this works much better when you have more friends but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;the last&amp;nbsp;20 songs played on my&amp;nbsp;I-pod. Favorite lyric from each. Do you know any of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT- These aren't exactly top 40 songs. We'll try again another time. Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;1) and we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;On Love, In Sadness - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;2) and the minuet between the heart and the breath will save my life.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Minuet - Idina Menzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;3) Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No Good Deed -from &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;4) &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;I've longed to discover something as true as this is.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'll Cover You - from &lt;u&gt;RENT&lt;/u&gt; (go Sasha and Amy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;5) I know that it's freezing but I think we have to walk.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lua - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;6) I'd say, 'Hey! Hey! Shiksa goddess! I've been waiting for someone like you.'&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Shiksa Goddess -from &lt;u&gt;The Last Five Years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;7) I think I missed. Don't get pissed.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Contact -from&lt;u&gt; RENT&lt;/u&gt; (go Sasha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;8) Let me drown, this evening,&amp;nbsp; Let me drown.&lt;/sub&gt; Let Me Drown -from &lt;u&gt;The Wild Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;9) I'll kiss your Doc Martins, let me kiss your Doc Martins!&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Happy New Year A -from &lt;u&gt;RENT&lt;/u&gt; (go Jasmin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;10) Good morning Starshine, the earth says 'Hello'&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good Morning Starshine -from &lt;u&gt;Hair &lt;/u&gt;(Jasmin via Tim Burton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;11) Sunshine, been keeping me up for days. There is no nighttime, it's only a passing phase.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/sub&gt;Pretty - Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;12) No we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Crazy - Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;13) I never thought you'd be a junkie becuase heroin is so passe.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Heroin is so Passe - The Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;14) Give in to lust,&amp;nbsp;Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll soon be dust ...&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pretty Girls Make Graves - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;15) You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Embracable You - Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;16)&amp;nbsp; Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen (Go Sasha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;17) Mary Magdalene, sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and anoint you. -&lt;/sub&gt; Everything's Alright -from &lt;u&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;18) If you hate the taste of wine why do you drink it til you're blind?&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Old Soul Song - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;19)&amp;nbsp; Just let our spirits live on through the lyrics that you hear in our songs.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sing for the Moment - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;20)&amp;nbsp; Good morning ladies and gentleman, boys and motherfucking girls. This is your captain with no name speaking and I'm here to rock your world.&lt;/sub&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pussy Control - Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>toad toes</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T16:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T16:56:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>idina</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I fear I may have webbed feet.</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-08-06T22:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T03:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T03:03:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I spend far too much time sleeping. I took two naps today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought &lt;u&gt;Son of a Witch,&lt;/u&gt; Gregory Maguire's sequel to &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;/u&gt;. I like it so far. But I &lt;em&gt;loveeee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;/u&gt; and I'm a bit worried I won't be as interested in that world now that Elphaba's gone.&amp;nbsp;I love Elphaba. I want to &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; Elphaba. &lt;br /&gt;But of course I'll read it, probably really quickly and obsess over the story some more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-work by sleeping scedule.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fame! you're gonna remember my name!</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T04:41:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T04:41:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally saw the movie &lt;u&gt;Camp&lt;/u&gt; which I was told repeatedly over the course of last week was the greatest theater-related film ever.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really impressed. Although it did make me wish (any) of the camps I've&amp;nbsp;attended lasted longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a pretty funny part&amp;nbsp;involving kids throwing themselves at the feet of Stephen Sondheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, I still like &lt;u&gt;Fame&lt;/u&gt; better.</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-07-22T19:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T23:13:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T23:13:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm leaving for&amp;nbsp;UMASS&amp;nbsp;tomarrow. Wish me luck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And be prepared for a very detailed description of the camp when I get back. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>NSLC</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T04:33:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T04:33:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>snl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just wrote a letter (or paraphrased a sample letter) to a few government officials from Connecticut requesting money. Preferibly cold, hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I was invited to this thing which is kind of a mystery in itself. and I'm certainly not paying for it, so I figure...they're good guys, my experience in this state has been pretty smooth so far, I've paid my share of sales tax. My grandfather was a mayor of a prominate city (well, it has it's own song 'Christmas Time in S'taven, anyone?)&amp;nbsp;The least they can do is foot the bill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-07-15T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T17:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T17:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a79/Kiernan-Lies44/536784.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff' said.</content>
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    <title>Norks</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T04:45:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T04:45:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm really starting to worry about my intelligence. It seems to be decreasing more and more as summer goes on. I thought it kind of funny at first but now it's getting serious. I forget incredibly easy words (remote, blanket, accent) and have severe verbal dyslexia (I asked Sasha where the 'norks' were today.&amp;nbsp;An embarassing&amp;nbsp;combination of 'forks and knives') Any ability I had to tell stories (which wasnt much in the first place) is gone. I should just sit in a corner for the rest of summer and, like, drool or something. I deserve it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recount the Jeannie-meet-and-greet today but basically everybody that may read this was there. It was fun, I wish I stayed longer.&amp;nbsp;It's pretty kick-ass how I haven't seen/talked to you in more than two years and now I'm corresponding with you almost daily via blessed facebook and livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little reminisent of Socapa at her (-your) Explo camp. The way everyone was just hanging out in the commons reminded me of right before cerfew while there. Hanging out in that cute park that turned really seedy at 11pm. Just the kind of..the community of it.. It's funny to compare Brookyln to New Haven. I want to say it was missing key ingredients like absolutly insane conviniance store clerks that would lock you in and turn off the lights&amp;nbsp;if he thought police men were on the block.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;drunk Jamacian men, but I wont. I'll just say New Haven has more ivy on it's buildings. and everyone appriciates ivy.</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-07-09T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T03:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T17:13:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Okay so it's official, I will be having at least a week of fun this summer. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In two weeks I'll be going to a 6 day camp at University of Mass. It's an all around performing arts camp but I'll be concentrating in voice. It's kind of funny that a month ago my singing was reserved only for my dogs and anyone within a two mile radius of my bedroom ( I sing loud) as well as&amp;nbsp;a brief stint in the spring one-acts. But now I am recieving &lt;em&gt;vocal training&lt;/em&gt; (which is different from a general 'singing lesson' becuase...I'm not really sure. Maybe becuase I had to audition. And it's probably a lot more expensive.) and going to this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exciting, I guess. It's no&amp;nbsp;SOCAPA but.....&amp;nbsp; yay!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>'Sharing the Secret'</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T03:37:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-09T18:34:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night I had a dream I was best friends with Alison Lohman. More specifically, Alison Lohman with dark hair when she was around my age in this Lifetime movie I just watched. She was a really good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up and it slowly dawned on me that...well, I will probably never meet her in my life, let alone be her bridesmaid. It was kind of sad. In a weird 'Why Alison Lohman in the first place?' way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just learned she was actually 21 in Sharing the Secret. And 22 in White Oleander. Not 'around my age.' This discovery has improved my self-esteem quite&amp;nbsp;a bit. yay.</content>
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    <title>a guide to recognizing your saints</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T19:49:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T19:56:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Books..."&gt;I've read some really great books in the past couple weeks. I finally read &lt;u&gt;My Sister's Keeper.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's weird how a book only sort-of having to do with something&amp;nbsp;I went through, four years ago at that, can bring back about such emotion in me. I understand why she chose the ending she did but I was it wasn't what I was hoping for. I wanted to see what decisions were made, and they werent. It was very good though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;u&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time&lt;/u&gt; by Mark Haddon. I kind of hated it. I don't know why, I guess becuase the weird psuedo-autism the main charecter had reminded me of Charlie in &lt;u&gt;Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/u&gt; and I felt like I heard it all before only more believable in &lt;u&gt;Perks&lt;/u&gt;. His whole thought process seemed unoriginal. But that's becuase I'm a mean bitch. I'm glad I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this book that was a collection of liteary magazine coloms written by Nick Hornby called &lt;u&gt;The Polysyllabic Spree&lt;/u&gt;. It was really funny. And the whole thing was about books, reading books, not reading books, pretending to read books you don't really want to read. Very me. I have only read about three of the books he talked about but it was good. A nice introdction to Nick Hornby, (I've only ever seen 'About a Boy' so I guess I still have a lot of catching up to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I finished this really great book called &lt;u&gt;A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints&lt;/u&gt; by Dito Montiel. It's a memoir and it was kind of Kerouac-esque (but then again that could be completely wrong. I've only dragged my way through &lt;u&gt;On The Road&lt;/u&gt; and havent attempted anything else since) I want to read this again. Like, very soon. Everything I've been reading lately is very short which makes it more of an experience than a novel. I loved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the train I started &lt;u&gt;How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents&lt;/u&gt; by Julia Alvarez. It's very good so far but I am having trouble keeping all the sister's straight. It's kind of a Hispanic &lt;u&gt;Joy Luck Club&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason I'm writing this is becuase I have absolutly no life and I really hate being home alone in the summer. And maybe in a&amp;nbsp;little while when every single one of these books escape my memory I can reread this and kind of have an idea of what on earth I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga'day.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Phantom of the Opera</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T03:36:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T03:41:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the wild party soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Phantom of the Opera was a.&lt;u&gt;maze&lt;/u&gt;.ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course you all know that. I seem to be the only true dilettante among most crowds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. It was so..theatrical. I'm always surprised about how small theaters are on the inside. And I tend to latch on really irrelavent details during anything I watch and this show was no exception.&amp;nbsp;(so much fire! what are the fire codes in the building {and I checked the firecodes in the lobby during intermission, then obsessed for five minutes about how much fire one could leagally throw, whether it be through flamethrowers or guns or just a plain oil spill and match, while still obeying the fire code} and the pounds and pounds of curls the ballet dancers carried around on their heads. and the way all the male chacerters had their eyebrows painted on but none of the females did. and my dire need to figure out how every stunt is proformed almost immeditly after it happened. and how long the lady behind me&amp;nbsp;was going to cry. {I hope it was a happy cry; you know 'this is beautiful' or 'I'm so touched'})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also absolutley fasinated by anybody that can dance on pointe. I tried on my friends pointe shoes once and just having my feet in them was torure, anybody that can balence their entire body weight on one toe on those damn shoes deserves lots and lots and lots of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over we went down to the stage to watch the orcestra (which was under the stage.)&amp;nbsp; They were really great. The usher had to physically escort us and several others away from the pit after ten minutes, saying they really needed to start cleaning up for the next show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the stage door a block over. Not a lot of people were there and Rebecca Pitcher (Christine) took a picture with me. I said she did 'awesome.' Then I turned twelve shades of red and crawled under a rock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I left the rock shortly after realizing&amp;nbsp;I didn't&amp;nbsp;really care to see the rest of the actors so we walked up Forty-Third. We cut up (west Forty-First ? I'm really bad with streets..) and that's where Nederlander is. And the matinee of RENT was out and some actors where doing the pseudo-stagedoor thing that RENT does and&amp;nbsp;it is a lot more lax and cool and (touristy) fun.&amp;nbsp;So I got a picture with Tim Howar (the guy playing Roger who I saw two months ago) and even talked to him a little bit.&amp;nbsp; (he had a very nice forth of July, thankyouverymuch.&amp;nbsp;'Beer and fireworks.' hmmm.) and I also got a picture with the woman playing Mimi who I didnt see two months ago. She was really pretty and I think I (superficially) like her better than the Mimi I saw.&amp;nbsp;I really didn't like the one I saw for really biased and irrevevant reasons only I can truly grasp. But yea, it was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a book on the train. Maybe I'll talk about that later. Maybe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Kiernan needs to stop fixating on details, talking and talking&amp;nbsp;to whomever will listen about said details, see shows before she judges them and to learn to sing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>who's the fairest of them all?</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T02:42:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T02:42:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I'm Snow White in my house sometimes. When she walks through the woods and sings to all the cute animals. Only instead of squirells and blue birds I get moths and mice. (Okay, mouse. But sooner or later it will reproduce.)&amp;nbsp;I kind of like them. I wish I knew the song she sang becuase if any of you know me you know it very well fits my charecter to serenade squatting rodents.</content>
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    <title>ew</title>
    <published>2006-06-30T03:55:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-30T03:55:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish my computer would realize I'm not interested in hooking up with hot, young, local singles.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is 'no strings attached.'&lt;br /&gt;And no amount of X-rated pop up ads is going to change that.</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-06-28T11:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T15:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T15:31:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nick lashay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Comment to this entry and:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have six friends so I better do all of you. (up the butt.)&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Bullet Blender</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T19:31:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T19:31:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You&amp;nbsp;may have a&amp;nbsp;problem when you're constantly watching television at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;nbsp;can be sure this is a problem&amp;nbsp;when every product advertised in this timeblock seems like the greatest invention since the television itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Graduation</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T18:55:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-22T18:55:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-Graduation was really uneventful. I'm pretty sure Mr. Hall gave the same speech as he gave last year which was basically the same speech as he&amp;nbsp;gave&amp;nbsp;at our freshman oriantation. That man sure knows how to bring down the collective mood of any large crowd of people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't spend as much time at Grace's as&amp;nbsp;I would have liked to, but we'll hang out this summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My dad&amp;nbsp;nought tickets to Phantom of the Opera on July 5th. It will be my third Broadway show in about three months. The funny thing is that when he asked me last week if I was interested in seeing anything I said 'no.' Then he asked if I was interested in 'Phantom' and I went into my long, stupid theory about how some shows are winter shows and some are summer shows and Phantom is the epitome of a winter show becuase you expect to be wearing a scarf and have red cheeks and drink hot cocoa afterwards. And he agreed with me, even though I'm pretty sure he didn't actually listen to me at all.&amp;nbsp;I know he's only&amp;nbsp;taking me becuase he feels about going to Denmark. But I do appriciate it and I'm excited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That being said: Jasmin, are you working/ in Manhattan on&amp;nbsp;July 5th? We are going to matinee so it will be over by five. My dad wouldn't mind getting together with you afterwards, we could get dinner or something. Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like you in my field of vision."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you just say 'I like you in the fetal position'?''</content>
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    <title>survey</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T17:39:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-21T17:21:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cosby show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">a survey because it is summer and I'm allowed to be unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="weeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you like your name?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do. I like the way it looks written, I think it's very balenced. Though I don't love the way it sounds, it doesn't exactly roll off the tounge. My last name is kind of 'ehh', but it's not a family name, it's a pseudonym my grandfather used in politics then when he was married he changed it leagally. So I don't feel bad about disliking it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your heritige?&lt;br /&gt;Irish on my mother's side and Italian on my father's.But I'm a forth generation American so it's not as though&amp;nbsp;I'm 'connected' to my roots. I'm&amp;nbsp;Roman Catholic on both. I don't look any peticular ethnicity though so I lie to people all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like the way you look?&lt;br /&gt;I deal. There are things I'd like to change and things I hope work themselves out once I grow (I refuse to believe I will be 5'1'' for the rest of my life.) I think I have a positive outlook on the whole physical thing though, like, I have legs, they work , they work well, so I appriciate them rather than hating that theyre thick or whatever. I know health is the most important thing. And I like how I'm on the darker side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you want to do when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind a lot. For a long time I thought I wanted to be one of those high-rolling Hollywood men, the ones who do a lot of coke and hire hookers and &lt;em&gt;make things happen. &lt;/em&gt;I'd love to write for a magazine, but I've also become interested in New York theater, not neccisarily Broadway, but any profit-theater, I'd love to work in publicity or advertising for one. I've gradually&amp;nbsp; been meeting the right people, so I'm not worried about the realism of any of this. a girl can dream. But I really have no idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;I tend to bite my nails until they bleed. I have really bad penmanship and worse spelling. When I'm uncomfortable I'll either not talk at all and&amp;nbsp;seem really ackward or talk too much and seem obnoxious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your icon of?&lt;br /&gt;Daphne Rubin-Vega doing 'Out Tonight.' Sometimes I love her voice but sometimes I can't stand it. Before I saw her name written out I thought it was Daphne 'Rudabega.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you had one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote a paper on this and the teacher thought it was weird but I would want the ability to speak any language. Whomever I&amp;nbsp; talk to says what they will in, like Russian or whatever, then I hear it in English and respond in English, but it they hear it as Russian. That would be amazing. I could be really proactive and help the UN and stuff, or I could just travel the world and be really communative, whichever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the first book you read? What was the last book.&lt;br /&gt;Hop on Pop by Dr. Sues(sp) was the first book I read aloud to my mom. I just finished 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' by..whomever..this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In the past month have you done anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded music. and a bootlegged video of 'Wicked' I've also dirven from Baldwin to my house, which isn't far but I don't even have a permit yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could have any material object right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Money. An unlimited credit card or something. I still feel like if I had money all my scary college problems and stuff would disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more but this is long, I'll do more later, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>buddha_bombs @ 2006-06-20T12:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T16:57:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;Kiernan passed the tenth grade, oh what a glorious day. Oh, passing tenth grade the Kiernan Norm(e)an way.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>cunnilingus</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T14:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T14:57:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I went to my grandfather's house for a barbaque. It's always pretty ackward there, too much furniture and smoke and scotch and volume. and Derek always makes it worse. Since I was really&amp;nbsp;young I've described my grandfather as a brunette Hugh Hefner. minus the polygomy, so why stop now. But yesterday was weird. We were talking about when my aunt was a hippie and and my grandfather liked to string love beads with her while blasing the record to Hair!. Then, after an ackward scilence&amp;nbsp;he started singing the song 'Sodomy'. Then I did too.&amp;nbsp;It was&amp;nbsp; part 'aw, I'm having a special &lt;em&gt;moment&lt;/em&gt; with Poppy!'&amp;nbsp;and then part 'oh my god, I just said the word 'c&lt;em&gt;unnilingus' &lt;/em&gt;in front of my grandfather.'&lt;br /&gt;That man is getting stranger and stranger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my World Issues final this morning. I don't even care how I did. It's just so nice to know I'll never have to speak to that woman ever again, save polite hellos in the hallway next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow I have Biology and Latin and then DONE!</content>
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