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  <title>Who will love you? Who will fight?</title>
  <subtitle>Katherine</subtitle>
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    <email>starflower710@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Katherine</name>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-11-15T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T19:00:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-15T19:01:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/091106/defeats-the-purpose.gif" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-11-03T18:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-03T18:11:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-03T18:12:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been friends-locking everything lately...maybe one of these days I'll be motivated enough to go back and fix all of my entries, or get a friends-only banner, or both.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frodetta:165045</id>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-08-29T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T21:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T23:57:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tori amos - cloud on my tongue</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so my schedule for the first semester is, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;government&lt;br /&gt;western civ&lt;br /&gt;AP bio&lt;br /&gt;Tech class&lt;br /&gt;Tech class (because apparently I needed two hours off...? I'm not complaining)&lt;br /&gt;publications&lt;br /&gt;band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;works for me. &lt;br /&gt;maybe being back at school won't be &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; bad.</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-08-01T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-03T03:36:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-03T03:36:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>copeland - coffee</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;holy shit, it's August already? Where the hell did my summer go? I mean, it always seems to just fly by, but I've been so fucking busy and it honestly still feels like June...&lt;br /&gt;so i've pretty much just been working and going to class, you know, the usual. I have a feeling that that class and I will meet again, sometime in the very near future. I love the fact that I hate math..and it really seems to be all I do.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things are pretty good, and I'm going to bed now...I love you all :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-07-22T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T18:53:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T18:54:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>third eye blind - god of wine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So this actually started out as a comment on one of Kristin's entries, but then I decided it deserved it's own little place in the world. I think it was her saying something about how "so many masterpieces result from intense pain"...sometimes i think that maybe there's a reason that i've been so unhappy for such long periods of time in my life, that maybe i'm meant to channel it all into something great someday. but right now i just don't really see that happening. maybe i still have a long way to go, i'm still young. but for my whole life, the one thing i've been absolutely sure of is that i was put on this earth to write something worthwhile. but right now i don't have it in me to write much of anything. i haven't since...well, since he died. because it always seemed like i was writing for him, and now that he's gone there just doesn't seem to be any point. i know that he would want me to keep on doing it, but when did it get so fucking hard? i sit down and the words won't come and i don't have anything to say anyway. i keep waiting for it to change, for things to get easier again, but i've been waiting for years now. i have the notebooks, piles and piles of them, just random bullshit and how much i hurt at the time.&amp;nbsp;i don't know what's going to come of this, if this is just adolesence and things have been too turbulent for me to be able to see things in perspective. i have the whole rest of my life to write. i just don't want to look back before i'm about to die and wish, more than anything, that i had more time...and still, after all those years, not have anything to show for the time i did have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading this biography of Jim Morrison (the Doors frontman) and he just had all of this pain and mental and emotional turmoil, and of course there were the drugs, the sex,&amp;nbsp;the alchoholism. but he also wrote amazing songs and poetry...he was just so creative, he managed to channel his personal problems into art. i guess i'm not really having problems being&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;creative, &lt;/em&gt;but it seems to be coming out in other mediums...collaging and the way i dress myself, as of late. maybe i have to learn how to put it all into words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"taste the salt and taste the pain &lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking of you again &lt;br /&gt;summer dies and swells rise &lt;br /&gt;the sun goes down in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;see this rolling wave &lt;br /&gt;darkly coming to take me &lt;br /&gt;home &lt;br /&gt;and I've never been so alone &lt;br /&gt;and I've never been so alive"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i'm so lonely this summer, and it's making me think more than usual. in some ways i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-07-17T11:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T15:18:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T15:21:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I'm sitting in the library at tech and it definetly looks like someone sneezed all over this computer screen...it's kind of killing my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Skinny dipping and sitting on the top of Tommy's car until like 3 in the morning pretty much made my life on Saturday night...I was crawling out of my skin. Yesterday was just bad though, I was exhausted and hot and kind of hated everything. Hopefully today wil be...better, if not actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song was written for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The Good That Won't Come - Rilo Kiley"&gt;Let's get together and talk about the modern age.&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends were gathered there with their pets &lt;br /&gt;just talking shit about how we're all so upset about the disappearing ground.&lt;br /&gt;As we watch it melt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all of the good that won't come out of us&lt;br /&gt;and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust,&lt;br /&gt;if we keep shaking them.&lt;br /&gt;Standing here on this frozen lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this thing where I think I'm real sick&lt;br /&gt;but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space&lt;br /&gt;As they chart up your insides and put them on display.&lt;br /&gt;They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the good that won't come out of me&lt;br /&gt;and all the stupid lies I hide behind.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;lying here in your warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're almost home.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you to come in.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in &lt;br /&gt;the street.&lt;br /&gt;You say I choose sadness&lt;br /&gt;that it never once has chosen me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war&lt;br /&gt;And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the good that won't come out of them&lt;br /&gt;and all the stupid lies they hide behind.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;Standing here on this frozen lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all of the good that won't come out of me&lt;br /&gt;And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;If I don't tell you quick.&lt;br /&gt;Standing here on this frozen lake. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-07-03T13:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T17:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T17:21:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ani difranco - dilate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I'm going to Friends lock most of my entries from here on out...just an FYI.</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-06-24T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T02:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T02:24:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mae - suspension</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so...having four teeth ripped out of your head at once is just not a good time. the past four days have mostly consisted of me taking various pills and passing out on the couch. and tommorow i get to jump back into normal life by starting my super-fun (um no) tech class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;me not being completely thrilled with this summer is freaking me out. i was so worn down and thoroughly sick of everything to do with school by the time it got out, summer seemed like the perfect solution but so far it's been kind of...blah. I don't know. Maybe this is just my frame of mind after being housebound for nearly four days.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i had a rather long talk with Walikainen last Tuesday night. It was just...good. It seems like I can never just let anything go, so being able to talk to him about it was pretty much the solution. it seems like we cleared a lot of things up to, about...everything. it's been almost a year, so i guess it's really never to late...&lt;br /&gt;i should probably take some more pills and go to bed so i'm all chipper and fresh for two hours of math first thing in the morning tommorow. ughh.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-06-18T23:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T03:24:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T03:24:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the doors - riders on the storm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;um, yeah. so i've had plenty of opportunities to update since i got back from d.c. on thursday night, but i've just been too lazy/busy. The judges at nationals didn't like our documentary too much, they seemed to think that Woodstock wasn't a very legitimate topic...and I was really nervous and not really prepared for their questions, Jen was able to just b.s. her way through them but she was nervous too. Needless to say, we didn't make it to the next round of judging or whatever...which was fine with us, because we got to wander around the city. It was a good time. maybe i'll post pictures...eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Charlotte's birthday lunch/the Bridgefest parade...it wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but I wasn't at all sad that it would be my last year. It still hasn't really hit me that i'm actually going to be a senior. It's just so wierd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I chilled with Tommy and Kristin, always a good time. (We watched Ghost World, which kind of depresses me every time I watch it...but I still&amp;nbsp;like it.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I've been spending ridiculous amounts of time with Zac, but he was camping with his family today (and Charlotte's at band camp) and I probably could have found &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to do...but that didn't happen. So I went grocery shopping for my mom, went to the library in search of my paycheck that apparently doesn't exist yet, and spent the rest of my time watching crap TV and listening to the Doors. It's defintley summer.&lt;br /&gt;my work schedule is pretty irregular, and that sucks. maybe i need money. Getting your wisdom teeth pulled also sucks, or so i've heard. I'm really, really dreading Thursday. *shudder* I'll pretty much be on drugs for the next few days, so feel free to call me or something and get a kick of how out of it I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's unhealthy how preoccupied with the past i am, and how i feel the need to always be comparing what happened on this day last year or two years ago or whatever. i guess may and june are always really pivotal for me, and it's strange that they weren't as much this year. this year has just been different...in general.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i love you all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>as a fuck, son, you suck</title>
    <published>2006-06-10T03:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-10T03:20:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pj harvey - dress</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Highlights of Junior Year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking ass in Quiz Bowl...sort of :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Metamorphoses"...'nough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Zachary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Smith...most fantastic teacher ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy, Kristin, and the Houghton Clan in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being geniunely happy...most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani Difranco, Rilo Kiley, PJ Harvey, Gordo Gringo, The Doors, Rise Against and all the other fantastic shit I discovered this year. ("discovered with a&amp;nbsp;lot of&amp;nbsp;help from tommy" would probably be more accurate...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining KAJB and being a killer awesome jazz drummer (HAH yeah right...maybe someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossing the percussion section around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I making our sweet ass documentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...growing as a person, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Lowlights...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tragic lack of illicit substances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that I will never, ever be good at skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish...like it's actually hard...what is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occaisional general rage at the people in our school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my puppy dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom being anal. Having to drive her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little drama isn't bad every once in a while...but there was just none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think that's about it&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's really over. Part of me is like "thank god, i'm done with another year in that shithole" and another part of me is thinking that it's all happening so fast...it seems like this year was gone in the blink of an eye, and next year won't be any different. It's so bizarre to think about. Maybe it still hasn't really sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that. Bring on the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-06-04T01:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T05:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T05:49:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>circa survive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">is it even possible for me to live through a spring anymore without missing the previous one to the point of misery? i've been reading my lj entries from a year ago for about the past hour...i want it back. maybe just because it's familiar...i don't know. i was so excited, about walikainen and CTD and everything in general.&amp;nbsp;i'm jealous of that girl, she had so much ahead of her. maybe i'll be looking back next year and thinking the same thing, but it seems like i have to look back on things to be able to really understand them. &lt;br /&gt;i definetly didn't feel this way the spring of my freshman year...but then, it all goes back to that, doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;christ. i guess i just have the usual fears that summer is going to blow. I just want it to be memorable, is that too much to ask? &lt;br /&gt;definetly going to bed now.</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-06-03T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T17:20:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T17:21:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>led zeppelin - black dog</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so, i've pretty much been sitting in my room all morning, listening to Led Zeppelin and really old Green Day and ignoring all the stuff I have to do. but in about twenty minutes i have to leave and start my first day at the portage lake library. yay for being employed :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how i'm even going to focus on exams right now...my Spanish 2 project won't be hard but i am less than thrilled about having to review for two math exams, especially when the algebra one covers everything they've been doing all year and i haven't even looked at the first semester stuff since last year... &lt;br /&gt;i have no attention spaannnn</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-05-27T00:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-27T05:12:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-27T05:12:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>yeah yeah yeahs - mysteries</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i'm glad that this has pretty much been the shittiest week in a long time. the weather was so beautiful and i just could not focus on homework for the life of me, it ended up taking me about three hours to do it everything because I kept getting ADD and wandering off. consequently i spent about no time with zac...it was just an especially lonely week,&amp;nbsp;but it's spring and i should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was the worst...i don't know. i guess it's just kind of a kick in the ass when someone you thought would never let you down does, and you realize that things might never go back to the way they used to be. &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i'm still jobless...because apparently I'm just not up to ShopKo's standards, even though I thought my interview went well.&amp;nbsp;So the search begins again. Ugghhh.&amp;nbsp;I really, really hate not having a job. &lt;br /&gt;So, graduation this weekend...it's so bizarre that it will be us next year, and all the people i've come to know over the years will be gone from the school forever. [deep thoughts about life]&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;...i had more...but&amp;nbsp;i'm going to bed. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-05-23T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T22:42:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T22:42:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>gordo gringo - old suitcase</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;sometimes i'm so afraid of being boring and ordinary that it's almost paralyzing. i just don't like myself very much, in general, i get so convinced that i'm not loud enough or funny enough or interesting enough. maybe if i went to a school where i actually fit in and had a whole slough of people that were more like me i wouldn't feel so displaced all the time...i don't know. none of this will really matter after highschool ends, there will be no more cliques and petty drama. i try to remind myself of this every day but i do still have a year left of this bullshit. i honestly can't even handle school right now, i get so impatient just sitting in a desk for seven hours in a row and i can't stop myself from glancing at the clock every five minutes. i just want it to be summer so badly, the thought of it is really the only thing that's cheering me up right now. knowing my luck it will probably suck, and i don't even want to get my hopes up but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss angela. and there's a giant fucking hole in my life and i can't fix it, i don't even know where to start. and i know that people grow apart and change and i think i've done a pretty fucking excellent job of letting it go thusfar, but maybe i can't do it anymore. i'm not self-sufficient at all, and that's just one more thing i hate about myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can't reverse the world tonight&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;while all the lost dance in the light&lt;br /&gt;i know my heart is dry&lt;br /&gt;i only live 'cause i don't know how to die&lt;br /&gt;and on the avenue you wait, i love your hands, i love your face...&lt;br /&gt;and on the avenue you wait,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;with your black coat and old suitcase&lt;br /&gt;i love your dream, please keep it safe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gordo gringo, "old suitcase"&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-05-19T19:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T23:15:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T23:15:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the hurt process - white butterflies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">dude, my internet just crashed and lost my entry. fuck that. the highlights pretty much were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i drank like three cups of coffee on an empty stomach and now i'm tweaking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) the seniors are leaving...and that blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) no one wants to hire me...a prime example would be the ming...they set up an interview for me and then cancelled it b/c they hired someone else...so it looks like dishwashing at the ramada or flipping nasty burgers at mickey d's...and i can't even eat that shit so i don't know how i could be expected to cook it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) i ordered new shoes and i am very excited for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) i am going to see "the da vinci code" in two hours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eating dinner/fetching zac right now. love you all *mwah*</content>
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    <title>i need you so much closer...</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T15:53:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-16T15:53:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>death cab for cutie - title song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow, i haven't updated in a while. prom was...prom, kind of more of the same but at least i got to be with zac (not that that's anything unusual...) there are pictures on myspace if anyone wants to go look.&lt;br /&gt;i am so ready for school to just end. i really have no patience anymore.&lt;br /&gt;jen and i have been going around trying to find sponsors for our trip to D.C...not a whole lot of luck so far, but hopefully that will change.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i miss being really close to everyone...i still talk to ange but she's always with kevin and it's hard to actually talk for hours like we used to, and laura's downstate with paul and things with josh aren't how they used to be (well obviously, but still) and even though my circle of friends is considerably wider this year i still miss that...&lt;br /&gt;and as for my fantastic plans for this evening...probably more homework...</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-05-03T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T03:07:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T03:07:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ani - in or out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">god, this season kicks my ass. it always has. it's my absolute favorite time of year, everything is so green and gorgeous...but it also makes me miss every past spring, and the past two changed so many things for me that it's hard not to look back and miss that. this whole year has been so tame in general that i catch myself missing things every once in a while, even though my whole frame of mind has been about a hundred times better. prom and the houghton drama play are coming up this weekend, pretty much the staples of my spring...so we'll see how i feel on sunday. (hungover i hope)&lt;br /&gt;there's more news, but...i need to go to sleep. i love you all.</content>
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    <title>music survey!</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T03:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-27T03:45:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>joni mitchell - both sides now</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Song that gets your blood pumping:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Y Control&lt;br /&gt;2. Led Zeppelin - Achilles' Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;3. Ani DiFranco - In or Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that really gets you on a very personal, emotional level:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alkaline Trio - blue in the face&lt;br /&gt;2. Tori Amos - Northern Lad&lt;br /&gt;3. Switchfoot - On Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that could possibly be your autobiography:&lt;br /&gt;1. Vanessa Carlton - White Houses&lt;br /&gt;2. Placebo - Slackerbitch (jk)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pavement - Shady Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song you turn to when you're at your lowest:&lt;br /&gt;1. Death Cab - Transatlanticism&lt;br /&gt;2. Death Cab - Tiny Vessels &lt;br /&gt;3. Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that you have history with:&lt;br /&gt;1. Guns n' Roses - November Rain&lt;br /&gt;2. Jimmy Eat World - 23&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking Back Sunday - A Decade Under the Influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album that calms you down and puts you to sleep (Not because it's Boring!):&lt;br /&gt;1. Gordo Gringo (thanks tommy :P)&lt;br /&gt;2. Led Zeppelin One&lt;br /&gt;3. i don't like my music to put me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song you Listen/Sing along to when you're upset or have had a Bad day:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything by Ani&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking Back Sunday - ...Slowdance on the Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most optimistic Love Song:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sixpence None the Richer - Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved&lt;br /&gt;3. Plain White Tee's- Hey There Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepiest Love Song:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smashing Pumpkins - Stumbleine&lt;br /&gt;2. Tori Amos - Playboy Mommy &lt;br /&gt;3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Cold Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best all time Love song You've Ever Heard (sad or happy):&lt;br /&gt;1. Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run&lt;br /&gt;2. Death Cab - Transatlanticism&lt;br /&gt;3. Death Cab - Brothers on a Hotel Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest Song&lt;br /&gt;1. Alkaline Trio - blue in the face&lt;br /&gt;2. Counting Crows - Colorblind&lt;br /&gt;3. Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest song that you can't help but Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Eyed Peas - Don't Phunk With my Heart&lt;br /&gt;2. Jimi Hendrix version of the Star Spangled Banner&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest Song:&lt;br /&gt;1. Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism (that whole album is pretty much my cure-all, if you can't tell)&lt;br /&gt;2. Green Day - Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) (i'm sorry i'm a cliche, but i love that song)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bell X1 - Eve, the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your Top Five fav Bands&lt;br /&gt;a. Ani DiFranco&lt;br /&gt;b. Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;c. Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;d. Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;e. Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Song by Each&lt;br /&gt;how about best FEW songs... &lt;br /&gt;a. Gray, Circle of Light, The Million You Never Made&lt;br /&gt;b. Y Control, Way Out, Pin&lt;br /&gt;c. Born to Run, Bobby Jean, Dancing in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;d. Title and Registration, Brothers on a Hotel Bed, i'll give you one guess...starts with a T, ends with an -anticism&lt;br /&gt;e. Kashmir, When the Levee Breaks, Achilles' Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Least enjoyable Song by Each&lt;br /&gt;a. there was some irritating one that i really didn't like...can't remember what it was called&lt;br /&gt;b. some stuff off the new album&lt;br /&gt;c. Glory Days kind of grates on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;d. Death of an Interior Decorator...not a big fan of Expo '86&lt;br /&gt;e. they're Zeppelin. come on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Best Album&lt;br /&gt;a. Not a Pretty Girl&lt;br /&gt;b. Fever to Tell&lt;br /&gt;c. Born to Run&lt;br /&gt;d. Transatlantasism&lt;br /&gt;e. probably Zoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Least enjoyable Album&lt;br /&gt;a. ...&lt;br /&gt;b. ...&lt;br /&gt;c. not sure...&lt;br /&gt;d. ?&lt;br /&gt;e. only one</content>
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    <title>can't say i blamed you one bit when you kept it all inside, when you left that night...</title>
    <published>2006-04-26T02:58:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-26T02:58:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blue in the face - alkaline trio</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"and i don't dream since i quit sleeping, and i haven't slept since i met you..."&lt;br /&gt;last spring. i don't think i'll ever forget the morning of prom last year. sitting in the backseat of Laura's car surrounded by fog and drizzle, the tears that always seemed to be lurking just beneath the surface welling up as soon as i heard the first chord of that song. i don't know if i've ever wanted something that badly before or since. It's probably not normal to be nostalgic about one of the worst times of your life, but who ever said i was normal?&lt;br /&gt;not that this spring hasn't been without its drawbacks. my baby puppy died almost a week ago...it was so hard to watch him struggle to walk and breathe and know he was going to be dead when i woke up the next morning. so i sat up with him until i just couldn't watch anymore, and mom and i brought him to the vet to be cremated. the symbolism got me as much as anything else...we got him when i was four and he was four months old, and now i'm seventeen and there he was, dying in my arms. the other night i was going to go for a walk down by the pond to listen to the frogs and watch the sunset. I used to go with my dad and Kelly but it was just me, I was the only one left and it just struck me as so incredibly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the u.s. history trip was a lot more fun than i thought it would be. everyone hung out and got along and there was alot of bonding. And Jen and I nearly had heart attacks when, after a whole day of watching documentaries that were probably about 10 times better than ours, good old "Woodstock" won first place. Which means we qualified to go to D.C. in June. (and Mr. Smith was proud of us :):) After the initial rush wore off, my reaction was pretty much "...Now we have to do &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; work on this mother??"&lt;br /&gt;but i am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...that's about it. zac is good and the Andersons moved back, so all is right in the world.</content>
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    <title>happy easter</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T01:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T01:36:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radiohead - 2+2=5</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ugh. today was just...bizarre. i felt kind of fuzzy and disconnected all day, and pessimistic. maybe it was just all the Radiohead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200. My middle name is: Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;199: I was born on: September 2&lt;br /&gt;198. I am a: ...person?&lt;br /&gt;196. My eye color is: blue&lt;br /&gt;195. My shoe size is: 8 or 9&lt;br /&gt;194. My ring size is: no idea&lt;br /&gt;192. My height is: 5'8"&lt;br /&gt;191. I am allergic to: morphine&lt;br /&gt;190. I live in: Hancock...erlack&lt;br /&gt;189. The last book I read: i'm reading 1984&lt;br /&gt;188. My bed is: a canopy with a big fluffy comforter&lt;br /&gt;187. One thing I know for sure about the opposite sex: they're douchebags unless you've got them whipped...and i mean that in the best possible way&lt;br /&gt;186. I am glad I'm my sex b/c: because you can't be a chick drummer if you're a guy&lt;br /&gt;179. My favorite Holiday is: Halloween&lt;br /&gt;178. The perfect kiss is: uh...not gross?&lt;br /&gt;177. The last three cd's I bought were: i haven't bought a cd in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;176. Last song that made me cry was: blue in the face, alkaline trio&lt;br /&gt;172. My most treasured possession(s) is(are): my drumset...Zac :P&lt;br /&gt;170. What did you do last night: chilled at charlotte's, made tuna dinner and watched "the matrix reloaded"&lt;br /&gt;167. My skin's reaction to the sun is (tan/burn): burn or tan, depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::I Do (YES)/Do Not (NO) Believe In:::::&lt;br /&gt;143. Santa?: No&lt;br /&gt;142. love at first sight?: No&lt;br /&gt;141. luck?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;140. Fate?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;139. God?: no...maybe like some sweet all powerful spirit or something&lt;br /&gt;138. Aliens?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;137. Heaven?: no&lt;br /&gt;136. Hell?: no&lt;br /&gt;135. Ghosts?: no...well, maybe&lt;br /&gt;134. Horoscopes? no&lt;br /&gt;135. Soul mates?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::Which is Better?:::::&lt;br /&gt;129. Hugs or Kisses?: both!&lt;br /&gt;128. Drunk or High: i'm a good kid now&lt;br /&gt;127. phone or online: Depends&lt;br /&gt;126. Red heads or Black hair? hmm...either&lt;br /&gt;125. Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes&lt;br /&gt;120. Night or Day: either&lt;br /&gt;119. Oranges or Apples: oranges&lt;br /&gt;118. Curly or Straight hair: straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::Here's What I Think About:::::&lt;br /&gt;116. Abortion?: Pro&lt;br /&gt;115. Backstabbers?: ...are bad?&lt;br /&gt;114. Parents?: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;110. School?: bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::Last time?::::::::&lt;br /&gt;103. Kissed someone: last night&lt;br /&gt;102. Hugged someone: zac&lt;br /&gt;101. Seen someone I haven't seen in a while: i saw angela on friday, i hadn't seen her in like...a week&lt;br /&gt;99. Grew: not for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::MISC::::&lt;br /&gt;90. Who's the ditziest person I know: Emily :P&lt;br /&gt;89. Who makes you laugh the most: Zac&lt;br /&gt;87. One thing I'm pissed about right now is: not seeing any of my friends today, but i'm not really pissed&lt;br /&gt;83. The last movie I saw in the theater was: "V for Vendetta"&lt;br /&gt;82. The thing I don't understand is: just one? um...&lt;br /&gt;80. The most unsatisfactory answer I've ever received: yeah, "because i said so" or something of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;79. The one thing I love about the opposite sex is: when they smell good&lt;br /&gt;76. This summer I am: getting my wisdom teeth out...YESSSSS!!!!111one&lt;br /&gt;75. Something I will really miss when I leave home is: probably my bed...and zac...oh god&lt;br /&gt;74. The thing that I'm looking forward to the most is: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::what are you doing?:::::::&lt;br /&gt;73. Tomorrow: I don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;72. Today: Today is almost over. I'll probably read 1984 and eat more. &lt;br /&gt;71. Next Summer (2007): Oh my god. Being old. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;70. Next Week: Going downstate for michigan history day finals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::MISC:::::&lt;br /&gt;67. People call me: kate, flynn, kate flynn...&lt;br /&gt;64. The person I have been friends with the longest: charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;62. The person who knows the most about me is?: HMMM...probably angela. but maybe charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;61. The people that can read me the best are: i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;59. I have gotten a speeding ticket: no&lt;br /&gt;58. I have the following siblings: none&lt;br /&gt;56. My zodiac sign is: virgo&lt;br /&gt;53. The one person who can't hide things from me: um, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;51. Right now I am talking to: the computer?&lt;br /&gt;48. I have/will get a job at/with: hopefully shopko&lt;br /&gt;47. I have how many pets in my house: kelly &amp;lt;333 and lavender.&lt;br /&gt;46. I hope: that this summer doesn't suck&lt;br /&gt;45. The worst sound in the world: yeah, awkward silence...or nails scraping on a blackboard...ew&lt;br /&gt;44. The person that makes me cry the most is: HAH. I don't cry a whole lot anymore. But if that question was in past tense, it would definetly be Marlor. Jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;35. Florida or Hawaii: florida...i've never been to hawaii&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite piece of clothing is: my silver jeans&lt;br /&gt;32. My favorite sport to play: skiing&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time I cried: i don't know, a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;28. The school I go to is: HCH&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person I got pissed at: my mom, probably&lt;br /&gt;26. My worst drinking experience was: oh god...me and angela and that nasty gin&lt;br /&gt;22. The all-time best movies are: Fight Club, Eternal Sunshine, LotRs&lt;br /&gt;21. The all-time best thing in the world is (not a person): coffee&lt;br /&gt;20. So, about them Canadians, eh?: i knew a hot one once&lt;br /&gt;19. The most annoying thing ever is: feeling wierd, or not yourself, for an extended period of time&lt;br /&gt;18. The most annoying person you know is: no one&lt;br /&gt;17. I lose all respect for people who: suck at life because they don't try&lt;br /&gt;11. The worst pain I was ever in was: uhh...crying until you puke is always fun...but those cramps a few weeks back sucked ass&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite phrase: sweet...i don't know if it's really my favorite...i just use it alot&lt;br /&gt;9. My room: is big&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite celebrity is: Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;5. My weakness is: coffee. and new bands&lt;br /&gt;4. What turns me on: when someone smells good&lt;br /&gt;3. Who broke your heart?: my father, but it was hardly his fault...and then marlor made it worse&lt;br /&gt;2. I filled out 200 questions because: i was bored&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you regret most: nothing, the past makes you who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go read 1984. cheers</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-03-30T02:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T19:50:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T01:51:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so. it's 2:38 p.m., and i'm running out of things to eat. i have not done the dishes, or cleaned my room/bathroom, or started writing my english journals, or read any more of &lt;u&gt;1984&lt;/u&gt;. i have, however, decided that chopping all of my hair off yesterday was a very bad idea. my hair, when short, curls in awkward ways and sticks out at right angles. &lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where my spring break is going, and it is depressing me. mostly i've just watched movies with various people and eaten, and read a lot of books that are probably doing nothing for my intellectual expansion. &lt;br /&gt;i am leaving far too early in the morning tommorow for eau claire, wisconsin, with the jazz band. the novelty of long bus trips wore off a long, long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;my mother will not be home for another three hours, at which point i need to go retrieve my boyfriend. maybe i'll have accomplished something by then...but probably not.</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-03-16T07:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T00:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T01:55:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>circa survive - oh, hello</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ew...i have a shitload of homework that i should be doing right now. sadly i have no energy or motivation.&lt;br /&gt;this week has been really wierd...and i don't just mean the weather. between the snow day(s), History Day and choir festival, i will have gone to school for a total of one and a half days this week. which is sort of nice, but kind of disorienting. &lt;br /&gt;monday there was lots of drama at charlotte's dad's house (except apparently it's louanne's...and to make a long story short, she kicked us out.) WOW. anyway...tuesday i was bored...History Day was pretty sweet, Jen and I got second to Stephanie, Emily and Erica, but whatevs, we're all going to states and we're pumped. we still have a some things that we need to fix on our documentary, but yeah. at least i got to hang out with zac last night...this week has just been kind of sans zac in general...&lt;br /&gt;today sucked. i had this killer headache that never really went away throughout the course of the day. i really hope it goes away by tommorow, because choir festival just really does not seem like the sort of thing that would be fun to go through with a headache...&lt;br /&gt;fucking homework. ughhh. this is the time of year when i just sort of stop doing it...which is probably just not a good idea...*whinebitchwhine*&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go cook a crappy frozen pizza for myself...yum...love you all</content>
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    <title>oh, it's what you do to me...</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T05:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T01:53:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>plain white t's - hey there delilah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the change in seasons is messing with my head again and i've been in a really bizarre mood all day. but i can hardly complain about the warm weather and sun...i just hope it stays...&lt;br /&gt;anyways. our u.s. history project really did eat my life this week, I practically lived at the Stokes' house (and ate most of their food in the process...) but we're actually done now!!!!!! and i think it turned out pretty well. but honestly, i don't think anyone else in that class worked as hard as jennifer, stephanie, emily and i (and erica? maybe?) did. but mr. smith was pumped, so i guess it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;i spent my day sleeping, eating, and taking a walk, and my evening driving around aimlessly with angela, yano, and of course my dear zachary. &lt;br /&gt;bleh. i need to go to bed. maybe this feeling will go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Time Square cant shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time that we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me</content>
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    <title>frodetta @ 2006-03-04T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-05T15:51:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T01:44:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>joni mitchell - woodstock</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this U.S. history project is pretty much eating my life. but i guess something has to, since skiing is over. &lt;br /&gt;it's almost spring, and that makes me ridiculously happy. i think the sunlight is doing alot to improve my mood. but i've been really tired lately...and it's probably not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, and we got a 1 at festival...even though we sam fenged up sight reading...oh well...i'm sure you can go read charlotte's lj if you want to know all the gory details...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i helped clean up from said band festival...and worked on U.S. history for pretty much 7 hours straight. yesss. and i was sad,  because it was 8:30 at night and i hadn't seen zac yet. he was at ryan's, so i went there and ate dessert. &lt;br /&gt;uggh. i feel gross, i need to go take a shower. &lt;br /&gt;spring break should hurry up and get here.</content>
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    <published>2006-02-23T15:52:33Z</published>
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    <lj:music>motion city soundtrack (still bitter about the concert...)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am so. fucking. hungry.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was completely vital for all of you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;...i would say more. but all i can think about right now is food. &lt;br /&gt;so, until later.&lt;br /&gt;love and...&lt;strike&gt;strawberry waffles with whipped cream&lt;/strike&gt; kittycats.</content>
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