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  <title>once said, always said</title>
  <subtitle>I will hold the past over your head</subtitle>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-03-07T14:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T19:27:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm goingt to be using my LJ for a while, &lt;br /&gt;so Hiaitus!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:audacity:9534</id>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-03-04T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T02:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T02:18:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shiver- Maroon 5</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;These past few days have been really, really fun. There was the concert Saturday, then Sunday I visited James at work and he took his half hour break, so we got to see each other a little bit then. Yesterday was even better though, in spanish I decided I wanted more of that delicious cheesy thin crust pizza, and Liza wanted ice cream. So we decided to compromise and go to Friendly's, since we did Palio's last week. So after school she, James, George and I all went, and George lectured us on the safety of seatbelts, and Liza's mind became entremely dirty and there was talk of the "fat kid at the help desk" who came to the brilliant conclusion: it wouldn't be rape if they just said yes.&lt;br /&gt;We decided we didn't want to go home yet, so we went to the mall and I bought some more Sims add-ons haha, and we went to Brookestone but they got rid of the iGallop. That thing was insane. We did a photobooth which resulted in my head getting in the way and James looking like a "little drummer boy" and Liza squishing George. We all came back here afterwards, and we played apples to apples, danced to ghetto tunes and took pictures, then played Mario Party. (Where Liza physically stopped George from getting his star, ahem) and it was just lots and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my dad surprised me with the new Jodi Picoult book! I'm such a nerd for getting excited over something like that. But I started it and it's amazing, as usual.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:audacity:9348</id>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-03-02T09:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T15:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T15:06:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The concert last night, ohhh my goddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara came down at like three yesterday, and we left and made a quick BK run, and listened to good music all the way up there. My mom even got into it and started singing along to Sublime. She's not half as bad at these concert things as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;We get up there at like four thirty or five, and it's such a small venue. It was great! They let us in and Nightmare of You was doing a sound check, and we got to sit and listen. The place reminded me of a school dance- like a stage, and then just a big wood floor and that was it. The other bands set up little tables on one side with all their merch, and then around seven they started. Online it said that it was going to be Nightmare of You, The Peasantry and Edison Glass, but there was more. Two smaller bands opened, (Harris and Once More) so there were four opening acts. It was fun, but we were all getting restless.&lt;br /&gt;There was only like sixty people there, so we got to get up really close. I swear, Brandon Reilly is yet anoter gift from God to me. He's scrawny and had messy hair but he was really funny on stage and was making jokes and rolling his eyes at the staff who kept messing up the acoustics. I got lots of pictures and Sara and I had so much fun just squeezed up real close to this boy who I thought was a girl who was dancing really spasticly, if that's even a word. But the kid sure did have snazzy shoes, we decided.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not even the best part. After the show they just walked right off and went and sat at their merch table! I had already bought a cd &amp;amp; a shirt, but Sara and I were like, fourth in line to meet them. While we were waiting Brandon threw something, like a gum wrapper, and it hit me in the head. He smiled and apologized and I melted. When I got up there I was all happy and this is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi! Would it be okay if you signed this and I maybe got a picture?&lt;br /&gt;The guitarist Joe: Of course we can!&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: Why aren't you so polite. And formal. But in a good way! You'll go far in life. And as if we could say no to that adorable smile.&lt;br /&gt;they sign my cd and Joe moves so I can go back with them where Brandon proceeded to put his hand on my waist and Joe's hand was on my back and I know that it probably isn't such a big deal but at the time it was!&lt;br /&gt;Then I thank them and Sara goes and then we run away screaming. Probably like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, if I'm like this with a smaller band, how will I be when I finally meet Gerard? We talked about it in the car and decided I better stock up on diapers so for when I piss my pants, I'll be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is on the left, Brandon on the right! Even if he looks like a drug addict, he still smelled really good- not like sweat or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Once More, the first opening band. This picture looked cool with all the strobe lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/xoMCRomance/photos/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a kick out of the 'bone thugs' part.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-03-01T10:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-01T15:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-01T15:33:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know when I last updated, and I'm too lazy to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Thursday I ended up staying home again, and yesterday after school James came over, and later we met Liza to see The Other Boelyn Girl. Talk about an amazing surprise- JIM STURGESS WAS IN IT ZOMG. He was the brother that considered sleeping with his sister to save her and was beheaded, but still. He was georgeous!&lt;br /&gt;And today Sara's coming down and Nightmare of You concert tonight!</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-27T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T22:54:30Z</published>
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    <lj:music>I don't love you- MCR</lj:music>
    <content type="html"> I came home sick today after only an hour. I was just standing in the hall with James, and all of the sudden I feel dizzy like I've never felt before. I really thought I was going to faint. The bell was going to ring though so I had no choice but to go to class which was thankfully only art. I ended up going down to the nurse and just leaving during homeroom. I feel ridiculously sick, it's awful. I have a headache and felt earlier like I was going to be sick. I can't do anything- tv, computer, read- without my head killing.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to read another 152 pages and do about ten more journal entries by Monday. But I have the concert on Saturday was was hoping to go out with James and Liza and George on Friday, so who knows what I'll get done, or when.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to be going back to school tomorrow though, so I guess I'll have then to do it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, one good thing came out of today- inspiration finally struck, haha. In art we have to do a big oil painting of anything we want, without using photographs though so I couldn't do my original idea, and I decided I'm going to paint Dante's Inferno. It's just so interesting, and it would be amazing to be able to paint it like I'm imagining it. The whole idea is that Dante believed there were nine levels in Hell. Starting with people who weren't Christian, to adulters, a bunch more, and the final level of Hell being liars, traitors, and backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;I like that idea.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-26T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T20:13:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T20:13:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bang- NOY</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I hate Tuesdays. Ugh, gross.&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the SATs for June though. Like that's something to be excited about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really, really tired of dealing with people. Beause that's how I feel; there's about two people I can think of that I actually enjoy being with. Everyone else is considered work, and it's no fun anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me now, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-25T16:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T21:18:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T20:16:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bang- Nightmare of You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today wasn't so bad for the first Monday back from vacation. &lt;br /&gt;I barely have homework- just to watch "A Raisin in the Sun" on tonight at 8- and after school I drove James, Liza, and Dylan to Main Street and we got Palio's pizza. It's the best, seriously, because it's the thin and greasy kind. And then we couldn't go to Main Street without visiting The Boarding House of course, so we went there and James got a new board and I went and got a tiramisu from Cafe Dolce. I'm eating it now and I'm so pumped to just sit back and chill tonight. And call about those Nightmare of You tickets. I better go do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit&lt;/strong&gt;: I bought them! Sara and I are going to:&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare of You/ Edison Glass/ The Peasantry&lt;br /&gt;in Providence on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO'S EXCTIED!</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-23T18:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T23:14:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T23:14:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I don't love you- MCR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I just got home from Sara's. We met last night and went to BK and her house and guitar hero-ed. We went to her friend Brittany's house which was cool, because I finally got to meet her. She's really cool, we played more guitar hero and ate and watched some hilarious game shows and talked, a lot. Then back to Sara's we went, and this morning she had an appointment for the dentist at the unglodly hour of eight, which is unheard of on a Saturday! We went and got our eyebrows waxed though haha. What a best friend bonding thing to do! But I'm happy with what I have, hah.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies and saw Charlie Bartlett with her friend Kevin who plays really good music in his car. That's all I got to meet though, so sometime when everyone- like eight and a half more people- gets together, she said I have to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided I haven't seen James enough this weekend so I'm going to be going to the movies with him tonight, heh.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-22T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T06:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T06:46:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I still can't sleep, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;So instead I waste my time watching old Tyra Show reruns on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to take something so I can stop thinking and just go to bed.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-21T14:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T19:11:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T19:11:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Name Is Trouble- Nightmare Of You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I uploaded some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first-&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I forgot to write it, but I saw &lt;a href="http://www.beautynewsla.com/home/uploads/2006/11/Jay_Manuel_portrait.jpg"&gt;Jay Manuel&lt;/a&gt; walking out of ToysRUs! He was laughing and wearing sunglasses and looked positively the same as on tv. I wish I had thought to ask for an autograph though, but it was still really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a612.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/35/l_dda6844ee46bb3022eb521a65a86b623.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a363.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/69/l_786633b066698981ee27b20c04fab98a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a992.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/113/l_172ef021a730c4df01df41453cdd981f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a533.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/49/l_81ceac702a883b9ce023657de487b0fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/66/l_ed2c5b02c19d60f08f29b002203d6f73.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a87.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/127/l_826b89f8d4b1c2b57c1046be948cb84e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a705.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_8c2ca60de0ffbbb3369af3966e58dcc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a492.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/93/l_b073305b3e2af64583d1b31ad600338b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a67.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/5/l_292fc063f19a751fc357f91492137ec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a725.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/75/l_2b9d576c35f5cdb8714a145383eb239c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a217.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/77/l_1dd637439d18563634f265d21cffd6a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a666.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_d50cb67047fd32b5f0de35bfae023cd1.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-20T20:02:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T01:16:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T05:03:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This weekend has been amazing, amazing, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Liza slept over Sunday night. We packed and got ready and played Mario Party which, ahem, I won.&lt;br /&gt;We left early Monday morning and we were kindof concerned because it was raining here, but four and a half hours later, thanks to the GPS, we pulled up right in front of the hotel. We got out and got out room, and were off to Times Square. It was Liza's first time in NYC, so we went to the MTV store and things like that, and then went to Hard Rock Cafe and saw all this cool stuff. From there we were off to China Town, and it was really shifty. All the Chinese vendors just like whisper in your ear "Handbag? Coach? Gucci? Vuitton handbag?"  I ended up getting a perfume- Daisy, by Marc Jacobs- and my dad talked the guy selling it from 60$ to 30$. I thought that was kindof cool. We went in this cute shop too and I got a shirt. Then back to the hotel and we were tired and achey, so my dad brought back a "plethera" of food- including something from the "Beef Bowl" which we got a kick out of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday we got an early start at this cute French restraunt, then walked around some more. A quick Starbucks stop and we looked so cute, haha. We walked down fifth avenue and went to Louis Vuitton and Tiffany's and H&amp;amp;M and a big Abercrombie that was five stories high. 5th Ave. ended at Central Park, so we took a horse and carrige (sp? I'm having issues.) ride and walked around and Liza (in a very sexy way!) hailed her first cab. We went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;Liza and I had interesting conversations with George in the hotel room about sex sex and more sex, while my parents were out, then they came back with Nasty. She blends right in the city, with all her make up and boots and such. We all went downtown to the MTV store and Liza and I bought matching shirts, then we went to Little Italy, where we had delicious food, oh my god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the streets are just buzzing at night. It's almost busier at midnight than it is at two in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It was just so, so much fun. I cannot wait to go back! I'm thinking April vacation, whaaaat? There was still so much we wanted to do but didn't have time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week I'm going up to go see Sara. I miss her!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I took about ten million pictures. Maybe I'll upload some good ones here, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now James is here and we're off to eat our homemade pizza and watch Family Guy, later!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-16T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T16:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T16:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so excited-&lt;br /&gt;Liza, my parents and I are all going&lt;br /&gt;to New York City&lt;br /&gt;on Monday&lt;br /&gt;and staying until Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;I am just so so so psyched&lt;br /&gt;to get the hell out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-15T15:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T20:34:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T20:36:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Psycho- Puddle of Mudd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So today is the first day of vacation. I just wish my parents hadn't waited until last night to decide to tell me that we can't afford to go and visit my grandma. I mean god, this was my last chance to see her. Sure, seeing her wasn't exactly my number one reason for wanting to go, but still. I mean the woman is eighty-eight and sick, it's not like she's getting any younger. &lt;br /&gt;And so I'm mad and don't feel well and blah. I need to do something, anything. Get off this god forsaken sandbar. I'm so sick of nearly every person here and everything I'm dealing with, I need to get away. My dad decided to text me today though, and said he still wants to go somewhere. So I was talking to Liza about taking a train into NYC for a night trip type thing. Maybe visit Nastya. Haha yeah right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, the pictures from thememoryproject.org came back from Nicaragua- here's Carlos holding his portrait done by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a302.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/77/l_8ef7942e36774315ee45cdc97926b78d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy wrote that all the boys don't smile in photographs because they're all trying to be cool, haha.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-13T19:34:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T00:41:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T00:41:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Luv Addict- Family Force 5</lj:music>
    <content type="html"> Ugh, it's awful and rainy outside! Gross, gross, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art- more painting.&lt;br /&gt;Math- Review. Test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- He finally snapped and I got to witness a Crook meltdown- he sent some kid to IRC and wrote him up for "being a moron". It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;English- This big, stupid test on Thoreau and Emerson. Taylor and Stephanie and Emma and just all of us are positive we failed, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;Rotating- Made up a spanish test with Marjorie and did a packet in math that gives bonus points on the test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came home and went to the store and have been hanging out. I baked some cupcakes that are cute, I think, for James tomorrow. Plus I have tons left over so maybe I'll bring them in for Liza tomorrow. She can pass some off to George and say she did them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of her, she got Mr. Morales to play our video for the entire class. I was mortified, she was laughing. They liked it though, and Morales let us- although he was more ordering us to do it, actually- film the class doing some things and we're still going to do a video for extra credit.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow James and I are going out for lunch. We just have to figure out where though, hmm.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-11T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T00:42:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T00:42:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>There's No 'I' In Team- TBS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today turned out to be really, really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Liza came with me to go to the Boarding House to get James a Valentine's Day gift. From there we went back to her house and watched Across The Universe and found a certain theme kept ahem, appearing. Including limewire's file that showed up no matter what you typed in- "YOUNG GIRL HAVING SEX!!1!" or something like that. And then there's Marilyn Manson's Heart Shaped Glasses video. Ahem, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway we played the Sims and watched that and I had lots of fun. Our spanish teacher said if we bring the camera in we could film people and make another video for extra credit. &lt;br /&gt;I'll take it!</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-09T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-09T05:10:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T05:11:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>where's your head aaaaattt?!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So Liza and I ended up going to the mall to go purse hunting (no luck, although we did do a really cute photobooth picture!) and went in stores (Brookestone has something called the Igallop- you sit on this stool thing and it moves like you're riding a horse. Only, it doesn't look so much like a horse, it looks perverted) and then went back to her house. We played the Sims and had The Wedding Singer on in the background, but I got to tell you. This was definitely the highlight of my entire life, practically:
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REVERSE, REVERSE!</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-08T16:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T21:48:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T21:48:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Emotionless- Good Charlotte</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was Rhode Island College!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Anastacia left! Early this morning my mom took her to the bus station and bam, that's the end of her. I'm so excited! Well she comes back in a month, for her deposition. And then who knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I went out and picked up James around eight-thirty. We came back here and left and got to Providence around ten, just in time for the first informational meeting thing. I love this school, oh my God. There were these two tour gides that were hilarious and made it fun the entire time. It was snowing lightly too and it made the campus look so cute. They kept saying it looked so empty because there aren't many classes on Friday mornings, and no college student is awake before noon. We saw the gym and the nursing building and the dining hall and this cute little cafe place. It's all sort of overwhelming, but it was fun. We even saw one of the girl's dorms, and it was so cool. It's called a suite kindof dorm, and if I went there, that's what I'd want. It has a common room, and eight to ten single bedrooms off of that. That way before you know anyone in your classes or anything you have other people to hang out with. Not to mention the rooms were so cute! Ah, I don't feel like looking at any other colleges. I loved this one.&lt;br /&gt;Because we're out of the twenty mile radius of Providence, we count as out of state. But everthing totals to about 20k, room and board and all that. But that's before financial aid, so who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to leave here. I don't want to be this lame teenage cliche saying OH I HATE IT HERE I NEED TO LEAVE but honestly, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the people, mostly. The people and seeing the same thing everyday and just being here. I'm so excited for the change of scenery, even if it's a year and a half away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then James and my parents and I went to The Cheesecake factory, and it was delicious as usual. And I called Liza and we're going to go out tonight, probably to her house. She bought apples-to-apples so we might need to recruit her boyfriend George so we can play!</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-07T15:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T20:17:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T20:17:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Moon My Man- Feist</lj:music>
    <content type="html"> So today I wake up and get all ready, and within the two and a half minutes I'm getting my stuff together and putting on my shoes, I throw up. &lt;br /&gt;I hate when that happens. It's not like I'm sick or anything, so my mom thinks it has something to do with the vitamins I take because I rarely ever remember them, and when I do like today, I get sick.&lt;br /&gt;But I slept another hour and went in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spanish I worked with Liza, in art I painted, in math we did more work, then in english we had a sub so instead of writing an essay, I talked with Stephanie and Taylor about piercings and animals and someone named Nathaniel who I don't know, but appearently is gay. Or just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm psyched because tomorrow I'm going with James to Rhode Island College. I get to sleep in! About time. And then either tomorrow night or Saturday Liza and I have plans to get me a new purse because I need one desperately. The one I have is filthy and falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Plus Lost is on tonight. Score!</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-06T18:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T23:24:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T23:24:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>complaintor- the color fred</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Art- more painting. And I found out I didn't need to rush to finish, because he had the wrong due date. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Calc- test. At least that means no homework.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- oh God, he wasn't there and Waldo, Caroline, Ryan and I sat there and complained about how we didn't understand it. I'm not doing the homework either because tomorrow we don't have that class and I'm not going to be there Friday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;English- Civil Disobedience. I can't remember being that bored in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Rotating- I went with James and Dylan to Leveroni's. We talked about Banjo Kazooie, driver's ed, serial killers, James and Dylan as little kids, dads, and restraining orders. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove them home and when I came here, I had to go out with my mom and Anastacia to go to hyannis because, *drumroll*, she's leaving tomorrow morning! Or so she says. I think she has her ticket but she's not sure if her friend is going to be meeting her in NYC. She doesn't care though, she said, being homeless for a night. She's kindof asking for trouble, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I get to go read more Thoreau, horray. I don't think I've ever been quite as excited.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-04T17:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T22:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T22:25:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rescued- Jacks Mannequin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I forgot to update lately. I'll come here and read communities I'll forget that this is a site to actually, you know, to journal or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. Yesterday was the first Superbowl that I actually sat and watched and understood- only to witness the Patriots losing. James lost interest at one point and was siting and playing chess on my computer, which I thought was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;And today we watched the best of the commercials in history class. I love that class only because we honestly don't do much. It's a good place to just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during February vacation I'm flying down to North Carolina with my dad to visit my grandma. I guess she's starting to not do too well, but hey. I'll get to see her and uhh, I'm thinking I'm probably just going to be taking her car and credit card (with her permission, of course- she's done that before. Only I was stupid enough not to take it, so this time I won't take that same mistake) and go find a mall or something.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was texting Sara in chemistry, and I think we're trying to get James and me up to visit her sometime so us and her and her almost-boyfriend can hang out. Maybe go to Providence for the day, or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Friday I won't need to feel bad about driving people around, either- I'll have had my license for six months. So I could drive James and me up there, and it would all be good.&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could get through the next two weeks.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-02-02T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T05:14:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T05:14:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Believe- The Bravery</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Rain, rain go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring, and I finally got home from driving Liza home. She came over and we watched Across The Universe and baked cookies and got pizza and ended up cutting through magazines, and played with the Ouija board and tarot cards. It was lots of fun, even if we started to get freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus she showed me where to get free samples of colored contacts, which would be so neat. You can't wear them with regular contacts, so I could have them under my glasses or something. But she got all these cool colors like amethist, that was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm pretty tired and it ended up taking like thirty minutes to drive home. It was raining so hard it was like, white and the wipers couldn't go fast enough. But I'm home now and Jack is curled on my lap and I think I'm ready to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, or well today, is James and my sixteen month anniversary. Maybe we'll do something. I asked Stephanie if she wanted to meet up for a little bit, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-01-31T15:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-31T21:12:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T21:12:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'm singing Spice Girls now, haha.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The Spice Girls concert last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I met around three, and we went straight to Boston. Well minus Burger King and candy and gas stops. We eventually parked and were inside, and it was crazy. We got there just in time, because tons of people came after us and we were squished in this big line. We eventually went up some escalator things and yay, more lines to wait in. We found our seats and bought stuff- Sara, a tshirt, and a canvas tote bag thing for me. Our seats were high up, but right next to the stage, so I think they were pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;It was sold out. And packed and just a mob scene.&lt;br /&gt;They came out at quarter past eight (when it was supposed to start at 7:30) and I have a video on my phone. I'm working on maybe uploading them. Sara snuck her camera in though, so she'll be uploading things too.&lt;br /&gt;And it was really, really great. I've been to plenty of concerts, but nothing like this. This was an actual ~*show*~. Not just standing and singing, but everything. They danced and sang and had dancers and they changed costumes and there were props. They're so cute, haha. Actually gorgeous. We were close to one of those tv screen things and Sara and I kept saying like OMG THEYRE BREATHING OUR BOSTON AIR!!1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each did a song from their solo albums. Actually everyone but Posh did, but she did a kindof runway thing instead. But that was pretty cool. Scary did this weird, sex thing (and in between songs she commented on the sex shops she found in Boston) involving a guy being tied to a ladder, and she was dangling in front of him, Baby did a psychadelic thing with her song, Sporty's had lasers and not too many props, and Ginger sang It's Raining Men. Complete with shirtless men dancing and swinging their shirts and picking her up.&lt;br /&gt;They did all the hits of course, and I have a really good video of Wannabe on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we left (and fought our way through yet another mob scene) and got home around twelve, maybe twelve-thirty. I was up at five, and living off caffeine and running on auto-pilot for the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just really cool living out a childhood dream, you know?</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-01-29T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T01:43:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm going out on a limb, here.</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-01-28T09:40:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T14:43:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T14:43:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>borrowed time- a  fine frenzy</lj:music>
    <content type="html"> Who called it?&lt;br /&gt;Snow day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this has nothing to do with my day off from forced education, but I just think it's really kindof pretty. Liza let me borrow &lt;u&gt;White Oleander&lt;/u&gt; by Janet Fitch and I love it. The story itself is weird, but the way it's written, I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is tempramental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind." Her eyes were closed. Beads of water decorated her face, her hair spread out from her head like jellyfish tendrils. "But hatred, now. That's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hate cradles you. It's so soothing. I feel infinitely better now."</content>
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    <title>audacity @ 2008-01-27T13:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-27T18:22:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T18:22:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's a snow storm warning! The usual: near-blizzard conditions, an inch every hour, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only thinking one thing:&lt;br /&gt;snow day tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;y/y?</content>
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