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  <title>hope dangles on a string</title>
  <subtitle>....like slow spinning redemption</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-04-19T06:37:21Z</updated>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2006-04-19T02:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-19T06:37:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-19T06:37:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sitting here. In my dorm room. In the middle of New York. Writing my first update in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed. I've changed. My friends have changed. our lives have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I find myself encountering things that don't change. As much as I wish they did. Or, thought I did. But the truth is, I don't want that to change at all.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2005-04-25T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T03:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-26T03:31:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we just review how much of a bitch i feel like right now?</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2005-01-11T22:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T03:56:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T03:56:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>alanis morisette</lj:music>
    <content type="html">that I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;that I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;that I would be grand if I was not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;that I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I was clingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good&lt;br /&gt;whether with or without you</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-12-18T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-19T04:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-19T04:57:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Zero Percent Interest- Jason Mraz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just a quick update to express my happiness with the decay of my long existent writers block, i just cranked out three pieces of writing in the last 24 hours and that makes me happy. i might actually be able to put together a portfolio for this thing i'm working on, which i didn't anticipate being able to do. woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND christmas is in 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-12-12T21:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T02:43:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T02:43:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ewww i hate being an emotional eater. you know, 'turning to food' when you're stressed or upset etc etc. its gross. i think i've probably gained like 15 pounds this w/end. ewwwww. i want to get up before school tomorrow + run on the treadmill. maybe i will, it will make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to update but ill save it for tomorrow, too much work to do.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-12-10T18:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T23:10:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T23:10:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Michael Strickland: Cornell University, Class of 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove over today right before he found out haha it was great. I was so nervous/excited for him all week. Finally at like 458 we went upstairs with the entire family ( + zoe) and we tried to log in a few times but it was before 5. So we watched the computer clock count down and he logged in wicked fast and the screen loaded from top to bottom so that he saw the " congrats" before the rest of us and we meshed into like a huge group hug for 5 minutes and mrs strickland was like screaming and crying and then we all were and it was the greatest feeling- haha if it was that good of a feeling for me, imagine how good it was for him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of you michael!</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-11-18T21:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-19T05:44:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-19T05:44:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm so emotionally drained right now. if you want to see detailed accounts before i update tomorrow, see Innocent_words or dojo24m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that i never imagined that the last five years of field hockey would end....and they did. i love you all forever and always- don't ever forget that</content>
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    <title>eh.</title>
    <published>2004-10-26T03:05:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-26T03:05:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">theres so many things i want to,&lt;br /&gt;need to &lt;br /&gt;write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time robs me of that release once again. so we'll sum it up real quick and i'll expand later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are constantly on my case. " you need more sleep". don't we all? do they think thats in my control? i think they need to leave me alone and let me do my own thing. i've been sacraficing some sleep to focus on more important things and i've been doing a pretty damn good job of it. so untill i have a legit issue they should essentially worry about themselves. part of me being independent means them not meddling in the midst of my affairs. &lt;br /&gt;which is a nice way of saying, leave me the fuck alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to give so much of myself to other people. i want to always, always be available and ready for whenever the people i love need me. i want to hear their laugh, and listen to them cry, and know in the end that i've helped them in one way or another. and i feel like i haven't been doing that, that i can't do that, and thats the most horrible feeling in the world....being helpless. i'm not used to watching things happen. thats what i've become- sometimes everything gets so crazy that the only thing i can do is watch. and it kills me. it absolutely kills me. and i'm so sorry.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-10-22T05:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-22T09:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-22T09:39:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">woooooooooooooo my sat scores went up!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rica122:38025</id>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-10-19T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T00:31:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-20T00:31:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">" The last few years of my life have been wide awake&lt;br /&gt;nightmares of conflicting emotions, and no matter&lt;br /&gt;how bad things got, or how much i wanted to give up, there was one thing that always kept me going. That was us...our bond...our connection. It made me feel like I wasn't alone...like I could lean back and know that I would never fall. For the first time in my life, I'm not feeling that connection. And that scares me."-RW</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-10-08T13:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-08T17:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-08T17:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we essentially lost the TVL crown last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also occured to all nine of the seniors that it was the last time we would play holliston....ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my last rotation through the TVL....ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats so upsetting- especially since I won't play in college. I'm not good enough...definetly intramural and club at best but it won't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love field hockey and my chicks with sticks!!! ahh i never want it to end &amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i need to go kick some westwood ass and make a statement to holliston that we are coming back for a vengance- not for one minute should they think that they are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ps, its cassandra anns birthday on monday. the big 18! i looove you.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-10-04T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T02:46:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T02:46:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And this damp air it's fighting my defroster.&lt;br /&gt;My sighs they ring victorious and fog this tinted glass.&lt;br /&gt;And it's clouded and so is my head.&lt;br /&gt;The hint of these new tears are sharp I try to choke them back.&lt;br /&gt;But it's useless. I am useless against them.&lt;br /&gt;They are beating me with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home&lt;br /&gt;this car hears my confessions&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll take&lt;br /&gt;the long way&lt;br /&gt;home.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-10-03T01:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T05:07:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T05:07:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence- everyone is sleeping</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its been awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game versus ashland was complete bullshit. enough said, i dont want to get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we schooled bham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE game thursday @ 7- come ifyou want to wreck havoc,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh was gonna hang out with andy and liz friday but plans got 'fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did a whole bunch of nothing except for run- 4.5 miles, it felt awesome. i dont get to do much distance running anymore, its the first time i ran that since the summer. running de-stresses me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babysat for the welchs + murphys tonight: yes together. Welcome to: Hannah and Connor, age 5, Caroline and Emily, age 3, and Patrick, age one. It was intense. I love patrick. Hes adorable. I got paid 100$ for 6 hours so i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess our shopping expedition got cancelled tomorrow, so I'll crack down on all the shizzle i have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the uneventfulness of this entry- its late, im tired/bored, and dont feel like getting into everything thats running through my head. i hope it rains tomorrow- i love rainy fall days =)</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-09-28T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T02:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T02:28:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none...weird</lj:music>
    <content type="html">woooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good mood today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was productive in respect to the amount of time i had to work with today. even managed to run on the treadmill- i had a laughing attack, while i was running andjimmy was watching the sox w. me in the basement, i had to stop the treadmill for a minute because i was laughing so hard i couldnt breathe....laughing over nothing. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only discrepancy is that i have a serious overeating issue, hahaha which became pronounced after dinner this evening. along with the fact that i've gained back all the weight i lost over the summer. but even THAT can't put me out of my mood- which means that this mood is insanely out of control. its okay i had a pep talk with myself and we decided that we'er gonna get on that asap and not resemble a bear straight out of hibernation during mealtime.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, we have a game vs  ashland tomorrow @ 7!!!!! you best be there- i know our superfans will- i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filling out some apps now, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good stuff coming this weekend- hanging w. andy on friday and taking the boys shopping on saturday. i'm pumped =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are rainy days always better than the sunny ones?</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-09-26T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T20:43:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T20:43:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">michael, adam, gib, nikki , p roche, anthony, cassandra, page: &amp;lt;3 you for last night- too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to hang out with liz andy rob and kirsten, and chris and the other SJ boys again- i'm sorry i left early &amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, all you can do is smile. =)</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-09-25T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-25T20:38:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-25T20:38:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sarah McLaughlin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For a break that would make it ok&lt;br /&gt;There's always some reason&lt;br /&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memories seep from my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty and weightless</content>
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    <title>An concluding thought on not finishing my conclusion.....confusion, anyone?</title>
    <published>2004-09-22T02:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-22T02:46:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>red sox game</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I ended the last entry with every intention of finishing my thoughts- but after further reflection I decided that I really didn't want to. Things left to interpretation always hold more meaning to an individual than slapping your own label onto your words...after all, ' to each his own'. When you're writing, you want to capture your readers interest and hold it- and when this means that they can tweak your words to make it apply to their own life, you have essentially a universal audience- a condition not highly concieveable, true, but leaving things open to be pondered creates a more suitable envorionment for an overall thought provoking affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I'm not going to elaborate on my last entry is articulated PERFECTLY in part of a poem Nikki presented in english...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We underestimate the damage&lt;br /&gt;done to the sky&lt;br /&gt;when we allow words&lt;br /&gt;to slip away&lt;br /&gt;into the clouds." -Viggo Mortensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues on and ends with this perfect line about having a bee darting so not to stick to your half open mouth- i dont have it with me, ill put the complete version in tomorrow. not only is it an absolutely beautiful poem, it pretty much sums up my thought process. Those of you who read my journal regularly know that I often write almost subconciously, without much regard to what i'm saying, and alot of times you'll return the next morning to find that I had deleted the entry, saying that I didn't really mean what I said. Sometimes this is true. Othertimes, its for multiple other reasons...for one, the fact that nobody likes to see their own admittances in writing- something about printed thoughts...so concrete, so definite and sure of themselves...almost makes it seem like if you tried to change your mind, the words could physically stop you from doing so. For another, I don't really like to dig deep and expose what I'm really feeling- I don't like to share alot, nor do I think its necessary all the time. I think having your own thoughts, and keeping them locked away almost provides a comfort sometimes. Knowing that your not totally exposed to the world provides a sense of security you can't recreate after you've laid your heart out on the table. Say that I'm afraid of being hurt, vulnerable- whatever you want to call it, and I wouldn't deny that statement. Because I've done that too many times before, actually, repeatedly, and always found that I trust too easily...slight problem, huh? The irony of the matter is that I'm probably the biggest advocate of trust and being open in the world, in fact, i encourage it if not harass you about it- just ask michael. I know that having that place in your mind where you can disappear among hidden thoughts isn't the best way to be calm or happy, but its working out well for me right now. I'm working on it, don't you worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic at hand...which I've lost at this point because I'm too involved in alot of other thoughts...I think I was trying to make the point that at this point, that entry is best left to remain unfinished. I'll go back and finish it someday when I feel comfortable enough writing what I intended. As for now......finish my thoughts for me whatever way you'd like. Who am I to tell you how to travel the paths through your mind?</content>
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    <title>goood weekend.</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T00:56:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T00:56:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;first, the particulars. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first, the particulars.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;friday: set up for the dance, went to practice, showered- or tried to shower, untill mike adam deej and jones broke into my house while i was trying to change and harassed me untill i left with them, albeit makeup and styling my hair, and not allowing me to change outfits. we got to target and perused the various things that gib would love- which is essentially everything, causing us to stay there and be late for gibs party. we got to gibs and i jumped on the trampoline and we started to play wiffle ball but bryan broke gibs new bat hahahaa. had dinner, played capture the flag and poker. some folks left, then me michael dj adam gib jb bri and mandy laid on the trampoline for a solid 45 minutes just talking about life. well, talking about life and taking advantage of my sensitivity to tickling....resulting in me taking out btouj and adam multiple times. it may have been my fave part of the weekend- just hanging out and talking. i think we need to have mandatory trampoline talks every week.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;saturday: got up and was even more sick than before, went to the ridiculous conference @ clark, came back, straightened my hair like no other and went to the dance. it goes without saying that i had a blast dancing like a crazy fool. came home, drugged up on robitusson and slept.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today i actually got 9 hours of sleep- more than ive gotten since july haha. worked on college stuff, hmwk, went for a run and a neighborhood bbq. i wish i couldve joined the study party @ adams but i socialized alot this weekend so i sacraficed my enjoyment to read a little of jane eyre, which i will proceed to continue after i finish this up a&amp;nbsp; bit.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;that i was considerate enough to put into an LJ cut for you.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I've noticed lately that my emotional progression has been bizarre over the course of the last...4 years. Let me explain before you think I'm crazy. In middle school, most of my friends started freaking out. Some went to anorexia/depression, some started drinking, some were trying to " find who they were", etc etc. But for some reason I didn't experience any of that. I was comfortable with who I was- looking at pictures you would see that I clearly didnt take into account my appearance, I didnt feel the need to go out of my way to be friends with the ' right people'- in fact, I changed my group of friends to avoid subjecting myself to the torture that such a decision involves-, I was comfortable being who I was and I didn't need any further explanation than that. As high school started, I think every single one of my friends went through that insecure stage, not really sure of how to act in school, or really concerened with their appearance, status, weight, actions....and so on and so forth, but I remained eeriely secure then too. I often had trouble giving them advice, or seeing eye to eye with them when they had a breakdown resulting from all of these concerns, because I had always been so confident, it was a natural way of life for me. All of them got through it and, I might add, have grown into beautiful people. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;awesome, my family just got home. i'll have to continue this entry later.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;-e.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>haha.</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T03:46:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T03:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things Change. Go back in your archive and read what you posted 6 months - one year ago. Then, repost that entry. Make sure to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 15, 2004&lt;br /&gt;07:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;hahah i dont really have time to update but i was just thinking about jazz band last night and it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;" austin is a temptress"&lt;br /&gt;"....i have three chromosomes"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 jazz band.&lt;br /&gt;im such a tool.&lt;br /&gt;my pictures came in today- horrible, but funny nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;and im a happy camper, because im going to northport for the three day weekend. and there is nothing else i can ask for because that is my favvvvvvvorite thing in the wholeeeeeeee world&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;September 30, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05:21 pm - and i can't believe it's so hard just to talk to you, and you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liz and i are running away together. so if you don't see us in school tomorrow morning, 'nuff said. haha although we don't know where, or how- hahahaha. its all good. word and pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dashboard song will suffice for the rest of my entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Expect me to apologize &lt;br /&gt;for the things that you've done wrong, &lt;br /&gt;while you're inciting others.&lt;br /&gt;you're owning up to nothing &lt;br /&gt;and I wish that I was gone &lt;br /&gt;cause you're not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this damp air, it's fighting my defroster.&lt;br /&gt;My sighs they ring victorious and fog is tinted glass, &lt;br /&gt;it's clouded and so is my head.&lt;br /&gt;The hint of these new tears are sharp.&lt;br /&gt;I try to choke them back&lt;br /&gt;but it's useless,&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/dbc. &lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:  contemplative&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. those brought back some good ones. especially that september one. wow. haha i want to go back and live that one.....not possible, huh?</content>
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    <title>satrrrday</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T18:51:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T18:51:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none..weird</lj:music>
    <content type="html">actually, i lied in the title of this entry. I'm starting with friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was finally over, I went to the library and talked with nik ash and marcus, then drove down to the field. We played a pretty good game- much better than expected, but still not quite up to par. We did dominate though which is fun, and ended up tying. Thanks to adam dj mike and tiff and nic who came to watch. After showing up to the volleyball game after it ended, the aforementioned plus shannon hove proche and mike page headed over to shannons house. watched animal house, was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i got up and ran the three mile teresa run, came home, practiced piano and worked on some college ish, showered, and went to run errands with irene. Picked up my senior pictures which were absolutely heinous. I think im going to use some of the hilton ones because theres only one decent one from morins. Thaaats unfortunate.I'm over it, but its kinda upsetting that I only have one pose out of 20 haha. then i went to buy multiple birthday presents since nikki gib and djs birthday are all within the next week, adn then it was off to boston with nikki shan laur hove and tiff for nikkis birthday. went to newbury street and i bought a really pretty shirt from express. ridiculously overpriced, but i like it. although i hate overspending, so I am in pain haha. We ate at the most amazing restaurant, ever. On the way home we called to sing happy bday to dj b/c we were late to his surprise party. went back to nikkis, cake+ presents, i stole one of her pairs of shorts and we went to djs. sang him happy birthday, and i loved the george W cutout that hove and mari gave him hahahaha i thought it was real. michael carried me around the room and threw me around and i thought i was going to puke. i shouldve....on him. after i almost got pulled in the hottub in my whiteshirt like 15 times, i borrowed a bathing suit from julie and returned downstairs to find that everyone had gotten out, hahahahaa. so gib jumped in with me because i love him, and it worked out. tiff took me home- actually, brent drove tiffs car and took us home haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i worked on college stuff. boring and unneccesary to put in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that thats done, i can get back to normal updates. woot woooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3, e.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-09-12T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T04:24:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i've found myself falling into the habit of never updating...ever. i apologize. for the lack of better things to write at this hour, i'll recap the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school was somewhat depressing...for the first time in my entire life. I've always been the loser kid who is dying to go back to school. But this year it was almost like reality got a better hold of me than it usually does- what can i say, i prefer to live in my optomistic erica world. Needless to say, I actually listened to my parents and dropped AP Calc AB- and actually realized that they were RIGHT! who knew. That class wouldve created unneeded stress. As much as I wouldve liked to challenge myself, the time required for that class was something I didnt have. I can't really complain about my schedule otherwise. I'm enjoying physics which is...bizarre. I think my performance is underpar in AP Lit, which makes me upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back into the habit of practicing piano. The whole prospect of music school scares the crap out of me. Like, stopping to think for a minute that if I don't get into music school, my learning in music is essentially over. Thats upsetting. But I'm actually really excited about the whole college process- and I envy dj who has gotten accepted into purdue. Deej, you suck. But I'm so happy for you hahaha. But come on, your killing the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was at shans with a bunch of my favorites, and we reminisced about our HS experience. It was fun- but at the same time it was thinking in one year, we will be spread out all over the country. I do well with alot of things, but losing people is not one of them. Haha but we won't think about it for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for tonight. i'll update about specifics tomorrow...like nikki/djs birthday, field hockey tremensity aaand...idk i'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,e.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-09-06T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T17:07:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">saw this survey on michael/lizs LJ and had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: eating cheerios&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: job interview&lt;br /&gt;1 DAY AGO: bbq @ renees, running, CLUBBING!!&amp;gt; too much fun&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: dashboard concert w. michael cass tiff and john....how bizarre. what a great night&lt;br /&gt;I HURT: the hole in the back of my heel&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: my instruments&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: pop "singers" that are in actuality computers.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: Rejection&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE: to look back in a couple years and not have any regrets, to go to a good school- to do something meaningful with my life&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: Like I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: My feelings&lt;br /&gt;I DRIVE: my baby herbie, the saturn wagon.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: northport&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNED: that my trust is sometimes given out too easily.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to give more to the people i care about&lt;br /&gt;I THINK: myself in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: oreo748- why, i will never know.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: ears when i was 8. possibly a belly ring and tatoo coming on the big 18, but im not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: i have a debit card but i dont think that counts&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: ummm- kristen haduchuck in princeton jct. she was mean to me. a really big snob. and we had a big fight once but all the kids in the class joined my side so HAH take that you stupid preppy biaaaatch.&lt;br /&gt;First concert: nsync!&lt;br /&gt;First musician you remember hearing in your house: billy joel/elton john/queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: northport&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: chris, friday saying goodbye to college. bizarre to have the kid you grow up with leave after seeing him every day for the past 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;Last library book: death of a salesman, robert frost poems.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: from homeless to harvard- a lifetime movie, hahaa&lt;br /&gt;In the theatre: at the drivein, princes diaries 2. intheatre...princess diares 2 with katie. haha we're such tools.&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: from michael and dj both looking for their wallets&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: dashboard. but im buying the josh cd b/c i loved that song that michael and dj made me listen to last night&lt;br /&gt;Last drink drank: water&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES or NO&lt;br /&gt;YOU KEEP A DIARY: lj+ another one.&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE TO COOK: mostly desserts and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVEN'T SHARED WITH ANYONE: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A CRUSH: ehhh not really. just crusing. hopefully soon, cause shan nik and i decided we need one of those, asap.haha&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GET MARRIED: Without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS: only when i read in the car. i love rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: my mom is. i think i eat pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: dad,yes. mom,negative. only when im not around her for a long time. then we get along wondefully.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: love them. especialyl in northport or jersey, when you can sit out on the porch and they're so much bigger down there.&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT HAIR COLOR: blonde. maybe adding some reddish highlights soon, since thers some red lurkign in there. but again, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 2, 22&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: yellow&lt;br /&gt;DAYS: surprisingly, sundays. fall sundays. when you wake up and its nice and cool out, but sunny- a good 55 degrees. you go for a run and dont think about anything except for how good it feels to have the wind on your back and the sun on your face. for those thiry minutes, the world is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: december, all fall months.&lt;br /&gt;SONG(S): anything elton john/billy joel/queen/meatloaf/dashboard. i must say for recent ones, i like that kelly clarkson one.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: fall&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: water, diet coke with lemon, mocha iced coffee from honey dew donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREFERENCES&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: cuddling, with lots of blankets.&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;MILK, DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: all of the above. but i love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: strawberry..,haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 2 DAYS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;CRIED? yup&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? i hope so&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? drivein admission, a skirt and shirt, food @ bosox, admissiong to clubbing. wooord.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK? no&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? drivein&lt;br /&gt;SAID 'I love you'?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: no&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A DIARY?: in both&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: i &amp;lt;3 my girl talks.&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a nice break from filling out all of these apps. clubbing last night with laur tiff mike dj gib pat jb bri and mandy was sooooooo much fun. i told ya'll youd like it. i wore a shirt that i will never, ever wear again, hahaha idk what i was thinking. whatever, it was fun. except for that last guy that couldnt dance for the life of him, and decided to just thurst his pelvis instead. hahahaha, i love the sketchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ya'll had a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.e</content>
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    <content type="html">i love my friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>so long, sweet summer.</title>
    <published>2004-08-31T02:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-31T02:35:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im freaking out, but i have a few things to say before my summer is ::gasp:: officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, i got to hang out with so many of my friends, and become closer to so many of them in the process. i love you all....alot. i couldnt have asked to be surrounded by a better group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason though, i didnt feel this summer was especially productive, there wasnt any one moment that will define it when i look back- mainly because i just got to relax for a change, even if i did feel like i was going nowhere. but i think thats what summers about...although it just seems like we're gonna keep going nowhere...observe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesey049: This summer didn't really end.&lt;br /&gt;cheesey049: It's kinda like we're hitting the ground running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats exactly it. i just constantly ask myself " WHAT ARE YOU DOING"...theres not really a defining point between where summer and school meet....im so confused, i've talked myself in a circle, but i think you kinda get what i'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we're beginning a new school year at HHS for the last time....ever. lets make it last, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck class of 2005. its going to be a looooong ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3, e.</content>
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    <title>rica122 @ 2004-08-24T23:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T03:12:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;too tired to really update.....&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;DO YOU THINK I'M:&lt;br&gt;1. Quiet or Loud or in the middle:&lt;br&gt;2. Short or Tall:&lt;br&gt;3. Weird or Original:&lt;br&gt;4. Nice or Mean:&lt;br&gt;5. Giving or Selfish:&lt;br&gt;6. Normal or "Special":&lt;br&gt;7. Smart or Stupid:&lt;br&gt;8. Boring or Fun:&lt;br&gt;9. Attractive or Unattractive:&lt;br&gt;10. Athletic or Couch Potato:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO YOU THINK I'M:&lt;br&gt;1. A psycho:&lt;br&gt;2. Athletic:&lt;br&gt;3. A nerd:&lt;br&gt;4. Two-faced:&lt;br&gt;5. Obnoxious:&lt;br&gt;6. Immature:&lt;br&gt;7. Mature:&lt;br&gt;8. Trusting:&lt;br&gt;9. A Good Friend:&lt;br&gt;10. Sweet:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;JUST SOME QUESTIONS:&lt;br&gt;1. What do u think I'll be when I grow up:&lt;br&gt;2. Do you think I'll get married:&lt;br&gt;3. If you do...who do you think I'll marry:&lt;br&gt;4. Who is my best friend(s):&lt;br&gt;5. What song (if any) reminds you of me:&lt;br&gt;6. Do I remind you of any characters on TV:&lt;br&gt;7. If you could rename me, what would my name be:&lt;br&gt;8. Have you ever had a dream about me:&lt;br&gt;10. If you could give me anything, what would it be:&lt;br&gt;11. If you could promise me anything, what would it be:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PERSONAL:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Am I physically ugly, average, decent, good-looking, beautiful, hot:&lt;br&gt;2. Would you ever kiss me:&lt;br&gt;3. Would you ever consider being my boy/girlfriend:&lt;br&gt;4. Do you ever think about me off-line:&lt;br&gt;5. If we spent a day together...where would we go and what would we do:&lt;br&gt;6. If u could describe me in one word...what would that word be:&lt;br&gt;7. Do you or have you ever had a crush on me:&lt;br&gt;8. Would you go out with me as of right now:&lt;br&gt;9. If you asked me out, what do u think I would say:&lt;br&gt;10. Do you think that I am sweet:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERYBODY:&lt;br&gt;1. Do u wish we were closer:&lt;br&gt;2. What's your favorite thing about me:&lt;br&gt;3. State here your completely honest opinion of me: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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