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  <title>Christine Nicole</title>
  <subtitle>Christine Nicole</subtitle>
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    <name>Christine Nicole</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-06T20:18:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:16169</id>
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    <title>It's a-snowin'</title>
    <published>2007-02-06T20:18:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T20:18:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Classes are going well. I am le happy. I've finally decided to challenge myself more. if only i could say the same for music. i want to be as good as jimi hendrix someday. hopefully soon. and i want to be really good at pedal steel. and i need to get a new string for my violin so i can start playing it again. and there is still a trumpet in the corner of my room. i don't play it. i don't think i ever will either. same goes with my djembe. sad.&lt;br /&gt;it's still snowing. so if i ever run out of water i can jsut go outside and eat the snow. it looks good too. &lt;br /&gt;i got this cat power shirt at urband for 5 dollars. and a sonic youth one and a B&amp;S one. i have to poop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:15917</id>
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    <title>h8</title>
    <published>2007-02-05T06:44:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-05T06:44:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life sucks&lt;br /&gt;who woulda ever thought...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:15622</id>
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    <title>New music page</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T20:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-01T20:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">link to my new music myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rawwrrrrrrrrrrrr"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/rawwrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new songs. new sound.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:15388</id>
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    <title>I want</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T06:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T06:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the one thing i can't have.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should try a little harder to forget about it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:15251</id>
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    <title>Elephants are sweet.</title>
    <published>2007-01-14T20:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-14T20:50:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eisley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am home. woo.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it snows alot. then i can laugh at the stupid fuckers in their vehicles trying to drive. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:14610</id>
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    <title>The bird. He is staring at me. Oh God.</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T01:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T01:33:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that one song. by that one band.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Winter break has been gay as hell. I've gotten nothing done. I miss writing stuff, so I might write more. But not on myspace because i do not like writing on myspace. I was reading my old entries and realized how much of a douche i was. i was a big douche. so this year i'm starting over and i'm gonna try to not piss myself off as much. so i'm gonna make a list of shit i need to stop doing or tone down on. because if i don't i will jsut end up pissing myself off more than if i hadn't written it down. did that make sense? let's start there.&lt;br /&gt;1. start making more sense. no one wants to talk to the bitch who goes on and on about shit no one gets.&lt;br /&gt;2. stop obsessing. i know, i know, it's my personality. i am naturally obsessive. but perhaps i could work on toning it down. i mean, being obsessive on all levels is really getting old. &lt;br /&gt;3. stop trying so hard. i figure all my heroes didn't actually try to succeed. they jsut did what they loved and they were good at it. success came naturally. if i do what i love, and i don't think about it, maybe i will be happier.&lt;br /&gt;4. stop comparing yourself to other people. it's weird. I was born blue and screaming, and i'm pretty sure it's not gonna change... no but i was literally born blue. i couldn't breath because of my fucked up respiratory system. weird you say? i do so agree.&lt;br /&gt;5. study this time around. FOR FUCK'S SAKE LISTEN TO THIS ONE IT'S IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;6. i can't think of a number six, but when i do i'll be sure to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;7. play guitar more. stop complaining about sucking. do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;8. stop wearing your heart on your sleeve. no one wants to know how you're feeling or how shitty your life is. get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.</content>
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    <title>ya?</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T05:38:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T05:38:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i don't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;there's no music when you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the word to describe how i'm feeling right now: bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm over it, but i don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that jackie greene song is a very good song to listen to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's clearer when you're not here. I love you more when you're walking away."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:14169</id>
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    <title>ahhhhh</title>
    <published>2006-10-23T16:02:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-23T16:02:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got a franz ferdinand tattoo on my ankle last night. i'm going to be adding more to it when i get money. either the lyrics "what's wrong with a little destruciton?" or "it's always better on holiday" &lt;br /&gt;it hurts so gooood!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:13988</id>
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    <title>heyheyhey</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T05:02:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T05:02:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bababadadadadaaaa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE RUSTY SPOONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;coming soon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>yarrrrr!</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T03:58:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T03:58:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">getting my nose job in 7 hours. AHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCK!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikkicook86:12302</id>
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    <title>my brother punk'd me good.</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T06:58:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T06:58:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AquaChess400: Me Jargon Bobber lutzie blimblam linkin&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: o rly?&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: i have been so tired lately, i cant wait till i can sleep in for once&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: o rly?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: too much buttsecks can really wear one out&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: did you know there are coffee flavored PEZ? wierd...&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: OMGZ &lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: srzly?&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: so what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: peeing in buttz&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: yea...&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: oh you are too?&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: do u still live with your praents?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: no. i live with my boyfriend, guin&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: she is a guinea pig&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: u sure? lol&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: you are sure?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: lol?&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: u ok over there? lol&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: nah. i'm choking&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: have you tried the new coke with lime? it's pretty good&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: no. i don't do coke with lime. i just do straight coke lines. from my smiths albums&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: coke? naw I like pepsi more&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: pepsi doesn't keep me up for days without eating&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: so i dont like it&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: :-P&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: ya thats what i feel like after a couple days on coke&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: pepsi is way better than ocke&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: cock?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: no i prefer cock&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: a mans pride?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: yes&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: his jewels&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: thats good&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: ya&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: do you like to get yours punched?&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: oh ok&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: is that a yes?&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: what do u think?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: i think it's a yes&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: really?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: everyone loves to get punched in their family jewels every noew and then&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: i have been so tired lately, I cant wait till I can sleep in for once&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: you already said that&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: so i know already&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: idiot&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: we were discussing u -- not me&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: you are saying i get to sleep in and im tired?&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: bc im not tired&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: and i sleep in every day&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: Hell yea&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: hell no cracka&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: nope&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: yep&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: nig&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: alrighty&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: ya&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: wait&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: alrighty&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: alright&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: all is well&lt;br /&gt;IndieBandGroupie: yes&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: ok then&lt;br /&gt;AquaChess400: You have been talking to a computer! One of your friends is reading the whole conversation and laughing it up right now!  GET EVEN! Have the bot prank all your friends by visiting imprank.ebaumsworld(dot)com</content>
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    <title>this is from FOREVER AGO</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T06:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T06:57:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is morning and i had a dream last night about cookies. yes, cookies. specifically the nutty chocolate chip ones from panera. in this dream i went with my dad and maria to the cookie store. i got 3 nutty ones and decided to be brave and try some weird cookies too. so i had six cookies all together. i get the checkout line and the wee mexican lady told me these cookies were 20 bucks. so i pay but am a bit disappointed in my gluttony. whatev. so i was like "dad, can you possibley pay me the other half back for my cookie purchasing spree?" and he was all like "ya, dude." and instead he handed me a small cup of orange juice. i was pissed. WHATEVER SUBCONSIOUS FATHER!&lt;br /&gt;so last night's show was kinda ok. i was told we would go on at like 10:30. But when do we end up going on? 12:15! So i'm sitting there waiting forever to just play because that's why i came. i did not come to get drunk, which is what the rest of the band and evdryone else for that matte4r is doing. well, it is a bar...so i guess they had an excuse. but i am the only 19 year old there so i did not drink, even though my dad suggested i have a beer to calm my nerves. what nerves you ask? good question.&lt;br /&gt;so we go on at midnight, play some songs. i think elliot(the singer/guitarist) is more nervous than anyone bc his tuning skills were horrible. we had to tune down to d on a deftones song, which is fucking easy. and i was tuned down, but he wasnt tuned down right, and he started the song with our different tunings. and i was yelling the whole time "ELLIOT WTF SON WE ARE NOT IN TUNE!" so we had to stop the song, tune, and start over. anyway, other than that the show went well. i don't like bars though. i have a tendency to stare at everyone while playing and all these guys thought i was hitting on them. i was not, i don't like bar dwellers, i just like to see my fucking audience. KTHNX.&lt;br /&gt;then after the show we had to stay and watch the last band, and tim, the drummer, bought me a corona. &lt;br /&gt;THE END</content>
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    <title>yay!</title>
    <published>2006-04-26T20:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-26T20:06:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>evanesence? not my choice!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">everyone who is living in chicago come to gourmand's on dearborn tommorrow night! me and charlie are going to do a rocking "set" of "all my loving" by the beatles, and "karate" by tenacious d!! if you miss it i will record it, so don't fret. BUT FUCKING COME I'M GONNA MOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOURMAND&lt;br /&gt;930 PM&lt;br /&gt;BE THERE OR BE GAY</content>
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    <title>AAAAburawati</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T19:38:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T00:57:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ohhh noooo. i am playing my very first show at the big horse lounge in wicker park in two weeks. AND I AM SO FUCKING FAR FROM PREPARED IT'S FRIGHTENING. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;i just tossed a sweet salad. GET YOUR MIND OUTTA THE GUTTER! a real salad. from panera. i tossed it GOOOD&lt;br /&gt;and now i have two cookies waiting for me to consume them. they are all tucked away in a brown paper panera bag, slowly leaking small amounts of cookie grease. THEY BECKON!&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a food critic like alex someday. HELL i want to BE alex someday. i would even get a sex change. seriously that man is god. fucking teeny boppers can go to hell. there is more to franz than just sexy asses, faces, etc... TTHERE IS ALOT MORE. people don't understand music. i wish music was faceless. it seems all music has an image. fuck image. goddammit. use your ears. &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to do open mic thhis thursday and play all my loving by the BEATLESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;kbye</content>
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    <title>who sounds like a tool?</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T00:55:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T00:58:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>vanessa carlton?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">man. i've basically been drunk all week. monday i was high, tuesday i was drunk during the day, wednesday i think i was actually sober, thursday night got trashed, friday night got trashed at the bar, and last night was the finale to end all finales. it was fun until i woke up this morning and realized life is a big giant PUNCH IN THE CUNT. ya i said it. i am a vulgar bitch. &lt;br /&gt;well we did end up crashing a bonfire and playing soccer on the beach. i smoked some unfiltered rolled cigarettes and chainsmoked alot of pFUnKZ. now i have a throbbing headache, a sore throat, and i keep falling asleep and waking up to a loss of hearing, my arm going numb, my sight temporarily being gone. not to mention my memory problem is getting worse. &lt;br /&gt;i keep making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and now i feel majorly guilty&lt;br /&gt;NO MAS DROGAS Y CERVEZA!</content>
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    <title>i feel ya</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T04:57:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T04:57:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes I'm lonely wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm lonely wanna die&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't dead already&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl you know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning wanna die&lt;br /&gt;In the evening wanna die&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't dead already&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl you know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was of the sky&lt;br /&gt;My father was of the earth&lt;br /&gt;But I am of the universe&lt;br /&gt;And you know what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely wanna die &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't dead already&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl you know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagle picks my eye&lt;br /&gt;The worm he licks my bone&lt;br /&gt;I feel so suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones&lt;br /&gt;Lonely wanna die&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't dead already&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl you know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black cloud crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;Blue mist round my soul&lt;br /&gt;Feel so suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Even hate my rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Wanna die yeah wanna die&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't dead already&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl you know the reason why.</content>
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    <title>ughhh</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T03:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T03:28:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">to match one of my previous posts&lt;br /&gt;turns out i WAS only kidding myself&lt;br /&gt;funny</content>
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    <title>loooookkk!</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T01:33:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T01:33:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/exlibrisrock"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/exlibrisrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band i play bass in&lt;br /&gt;go listen plzzz</content>
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    <title>nikkicook86 @ 2006-02-14T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-14T20:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-14T20:41:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i'm not depressed anymore. iam out of the rut. things are looking up my friends. Practice with the band has been going well and we wrote this song that is KICKASS. it sounds like a trippy franz ferdinand ripoff. so i just found out we're going to a recording studio on saturday to record. this will be a fun and new experience for me. i hope it is as fun as i think it will be. i'll take pictures. and ALSO i found out ok go is coming to chicago this friday. needless to say i SHAT MY FUCKIN PANTS, YO. i cannot wait. So i've gotten my show details down. they are subject to change. 1. wear my tight hot pink pants, 2. mohawk my hair and/or dye it crazy colors, 3. do roundhouse kicks and/or jumps off of amps and/or bass drum, 4. molest the lead singer, 5. wear crazy makeup done by heather, my makeup artist and 80's music culture conessuir. This concludes my most amazing and interesting livejournal update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER AND OUT CAPTAIN!</content>
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    <title>nikkicook86 @ 2006-02-11T02:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T08:37:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-11T08:37:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DRUNK, HIGH, WHAT HAVE YOU. MAN 2NITE WAAS THE SHIT. I FEEL INCLINED TO WRITE IN THIS FUCKIN' JOURNAL. SO I SAW A RICKY LOOKALIKE ON THURSDAY AND THEN I HAD A DREAM THAT IT WAS RICKY AND I WA S LIKE RICKYYY!. AND HHE RAN. THEN I ATE AT DENNYS. I GUESS DENNYS HAS LOBSTER NOW. IN MY DREAM AT LEAST. THEN I HAD A HARRY POTTER PUMPKIN PASTY. SWEET DREAM, YO. THERE IS COCAINE EVERYWHERE HHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER AND OUT</content>
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    <title>nikkicook86 @ 2006-01-27T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T04:10:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T04:10:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bruise grey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">fuck single serve eggshell friends. fuck people. kTHNXZZZ</content>
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    <title>nonfatnowhipdoubleshotnosugarvanillacappeccinoPLZ</title>
    <published>2006-01-27T04:54:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T00:28:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>you're so damn hot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i'm addicted to cappeccinos however you spell it and the lady on the second floor who makes them knows me and what i order already. fuck. and so i'm reading this book called "hhow to kill a rockstar". i cried, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;i've been avoiding people at all costs lately. from the time i get up and have my morning coffee and workout to when i jump in bed with my "all you need to know about the music business" book i just feel like i need to be away from them all. i've been taking walks down state and shopping lately. i got these fuckin' killer boots today. i'm obsessed. i've never been in love. i wonder how that is...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;i'm auditioning to sing lead in this one band. i've planned out a couple lyrics and melodies but only one stands out. i think i'll launch that one on them and hope they like it. today in sociology class we did everything but talk about sociology. in fact we managed to avoid the subject completely and instead went around the room telling the class our majors and other useless facts. when it got to me i was happy to oblige in telling the class my life's plans. it went a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Hi im christy. i'm a music major and i transferred from loyola. I'm gonna be famous, win a grammy or three and marry the lead singer of Ok Go."&lt;br /&gt;I had a laugh or two from the class but little did they know i was being completely and utterly serious. I didn't even fake a smile. But still they didn't get it. O well when they see me performing live on new years eve at madison square garden and partying with some ghey celebs they won't be laughing. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE ALONE TO BE LONLEY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SICK TO BE TIRED. YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE IN.</content>
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    <title>p00n tang</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T08:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T08:07:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>okgo</lj:music>
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    <title>!</title>
    <published>2005-11-23T04:28:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T00:30:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nothing, mother</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm sitting here in the hilton in Evanston. I just had a quite delicious sushi snack and chocolate confection treat. I feel like I need to go poop. Maybe a little too much chocolate. anyway, my mom is sleeping and I can't listen to music. What will I do??? Update my useless livejournal, that's what. My mom gets cold really easily and it's really starting to get on my nerves. The constant complaining might just end in a roundhouse kick to the face. I think i pulled a hami lifting my luggage and groceries. This shit was heavy!... I just went to the bathroom and the toilet paper is glorious! I may be forced to steal several rolls for the dorm. Anyway, when i walked into the hilton it seems I would be sharing the floor with six foot tall volleyball playing girls from wisconsin. These chicks were no shorter than six feet tall, every single one.</content>
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    <title>im currently addicted to these goddamn internet quizzes</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T05:56:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T05:56:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>law and order theme still....</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this shit is RIGHT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 19 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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