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  <updated>2005-08-29T18:09:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pynkgorilla:158017</id>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-08-25T15:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T19:50:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T18:09:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ari hest- when everything seems wrong</lj:music>
    <content type="html">shizz. been tagged. haha not that I have to do it, but I've been at work 6 1/2 hours and now have run out of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things that make me happy [in no particular order, and not the top 10 either]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Boys who play guitar and have amazing voices [hmm probably becuase I'm listening to Ari right now]&lt;br /&gt;9. Fresh chances. A new school year. [thats sort of two, but at least they coincide]&lt;br /&gt;8. Having a job&lt;br /&gt;7. Massages [getting and giving]&lt;br /&gt;6. Re-uniting with my favorite people&lt;br /&gt;5. August 31, 2005&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye candy/ good scenery&lt;br /&gt;3. Long lost cherished things&lt;br /&gt;2. Snail mail [sending&amp;receiving]&lt;br /&gt;1. Concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging those who don't write often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTY&lt;br /&gt;MARYANN&lt;br /&gt;IONA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. how many am I supposed to tag anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worky worky work. Except not really. Still nothing to do, but I don't want to be a lame blogger. bye.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-08-07T06:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T22:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T22:30:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Taiwan&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;great.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;comp&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;not.&amp;nbsp;Will&amp;nbsp;tr&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;post&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;Kaoshung&amp;nbsp;later&amp;nbsp;2day.&amp;nbsp;Miss&amp;nbsp;u&amp;nbsp;all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-08-07T06:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T22:23:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T22:23:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;ａｓｄｆａｓｄｆ　ｌｅｔ　ｍｅ　ｐｏｓｔ　ｔｈｉｓ　ａｎｄ　ｓｅｅ　ｉｆ　ｉｔ　ｃｏｍｅｓ　ｏｕｔ　ｉｎ　ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ．&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pynkgorilla:152172</id>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-05-03T21:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T01:52:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T02:12:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>destinys child- dangerously in love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;
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&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: August 7&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work alone or in a situation where you can be the boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is completely wrong. completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think if i hadnt talked to alicia today then i would be feeling much worse now. but finally, i can actually tell someone what i am thinking and she gets it. haha she apparently gets it more than i do... at least she is angrier than i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVENGE SHALL BE OURS. fear not. the H-club will strike with a vengeance never seen in the greater fairfax county area. ok im done. but it will be goooood.&lt;br /&gt;hey maybe we should save it for two saturdays from now? so that its actually more relevant, you know? oh, and does chelsea want to come too? cuz that would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood=crushed becuase my parents crushed my self esteem today. as if im not already over obsessive about what a load of shit i look like every day, and as if i hadnt changed my outfit three times before i left the house and checked in the mirror too many times and by the time im finally satisfied, well. sensitivity is not their strong point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like watching garden state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so alg, cate and i are going to the beach for a week this summer in cate g-rents' beach house in delaware. o.m.g. so excited its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* 10:13&lt;br /&gt;minhjaninjastars: youve got plenty to be happy about, youre beautiful, you have a beautiful voice and your personality is extravagant and caring&lt;br /&gt;minhjaninjastars: i love it.&lt;br /&gt;minhjaninjastars: i love &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are a wonderful thing in life. i didnt even complain about not having a personality.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-04-24T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T02:10:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T02:10:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ari hest- sweet jade</lj:music>
    <content type="html">im fell in love with ari again today. soo beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalieee! thanks for the new layout. i want to pet my computer screen becuase it looks like it would feel very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooooooooooooooo. not the greatest weekend, but the competition made it not terrible. but it was like the only good thing. well, passover tonight was pretty fun too, but its always better at the wilens household. and shorter. and we make better food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i handle the seasons of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even think i have seasons, its like one big... mess of things.ah and such is the journey of life. ok. so, i have nothing to say. i sense this is not going to be the best of weeks, so... i wish everyone of you whom i love so dearly, to have a wonderful week.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-03-28T21:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T02:22:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-29T02:22:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;heehee &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/bugaboo8788"&gt;look!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;pictures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;only im not really accomplished. that doesnt qualify me as accomplished. no hw done. well, not that there is any due for tomorrow but i do have lots to read.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ok enjoy my pictures and ill see you later. byebye.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2005-02-23T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T03:25:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-24T03:25:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>more than anyone- gavin [stripped version]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">gavin is really a black woman in disguise. its amazing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. stephen. tomorrow. hoping of course that we have the perfect snowfall that cancells school and doesn't interfere with any other of the days plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; forgot what i was going to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hit me the other day, when they said we were going to have a junior class meeting of some sort to discuss future plans. that holy bejeezus. i have to pick a college a year from now. greatest thing is i can't wait to be there. its the whole pickin and choosin thats going to be difficult.. but im not really worrying about it now.&lt;br /&gt;my main worry would be: school tomorrow or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait for: thursday night, friday night, saturday day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love.</content>
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    <title>hi everybody</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T23:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T00:23:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jimmy eat world</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, i was going to make this ultra protected. but instead im going to make it public so everybody is clear on what i think. becuase today i realized, i am sick and tired of people being sneaky and dishonest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to put it frankly, i dont give a fuck what you think.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont care what anybody thinks, becuase thats your problem, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i dont mean to sound so selfish, im just honestly saying that everyone can say whatever they want, i just wont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.</content>
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    <title>dress</title>
    <published>2004-09-25T20:58:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-25T21:00:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;yay so... i got a dress =D its not the skanky black halter i was hoping for but its cute. speaking of skanky black halters, i did try a few on but the boob-age didnt agree w/ my mom. oh and one that almost fit requirements was hot, except when i bent over my butt was hanging out. the pics are a lil blurry too and not as good as real life, but yeah. i couldnt use the flash cuz it would have reflected off the mirror and what not. sooo &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 682px; HEIGHT: 1062px" height="1392" src="http://community.webshots.com/s/image19/6/38/67/191863867alqgjK_fs.jpg" width="1042"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="817" src="http://community.webshots.com/s/image16/6/38/34/191863834PtnufX_fs.jpg" width="1069"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;the bottom... the top is similar except theres less white.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;so yeah, i dunno how well you can tell from the pics. but i likey =D i got it at dior fashion @ dulles. all the azn sales ladies kinda bother me there though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-08-21T01:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T04:57:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T04:57:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whoops, bored... &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINDERGARTEN&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: annoying im sure                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Who was your teacher: Mrs. Snell, we called her Mrs. Snail behind her back&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: Di An Le i think&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: gregory menna to the max!&lt;br /&gt;Something random: we had an assistant teacher Mrs. Kern, we called her Mrs. Corn behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: still annoying, talkative&lt;br /&gt;Who was your teacher: Mrs. Gabig, she was my fav.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: Di An Le&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: Gregory still, and his friend emmanuel i think&lt;br /&gt;Something random: we had a toy box and we donated toys, and i donated a teddy bear christmas ornament, but i liked it so much when i won a toy i took it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: talktive and loud&lt;br /&gt;Who was your teacher: gasp! i cant remember!!!!!!! im ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: Di An and our crew, gabriella, alexandra, 1 more asian chick [we were all asian] and a random blonde girl.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: gregory menna probably, and the redhead kid... christian?? with a twin bro who wasnt as cute as him.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: we had a lot of fun "cheerleading" spelling out johnathan taylor thomas's name... "gimme a J!" "J!" and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: a little shy but eager to make friends at my new school =)&lt;br /&gt;Who was your teacher: mrs. staley!!!! never forget her.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: natalie wilt and whitney stracer&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: hmmmm prolly like 5 boys. oh! david rappaport, but everyone had a crush on him, and his brother who was in 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: i will never forget when candace robinson, that strange person who nobody liked, threw up in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: happy&lt;br /&gt;Who was your teacher: mrs. fornatora&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: haley smith and emily goffredo i think&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: joe kubiak!!! funny thing is, i still know him...&lt;br /&gt;Something random: scott hubal made fun of me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: shy some more, new school again.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your teacher: mrs. waters! the best.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: rita, sammy and laura.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: ryan! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: i won the class spelling bee for the word "rectangle" and then moved on to the Loudon County spelling bee were i got "celebration" but missed "brethren".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: excited to be back at my old school! REALLY loud and obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite class: science w/ mr. charmichael.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: haley smith, emily goffredo, and bailey barfeild and that crew of girls. that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: errr ryan wills maybe? cant remember. im sure i switched around.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: i was so mad i didnt make the special math sessions. i was asian, i was supposed to be good at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: so obnoxious!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite class: english&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: kim skerritt =)&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: ryan i think &lt;br /&gt;Something random: mrs. miles and mr. stokes... just our A pod GT classes were absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were you like: loud.&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite class: english&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: madeleine haugh and lindsey merritt i think. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: ummm frienchie for 2 days! i remember that. who else...nobody really sticks out.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: Mr. D and Mr. Schlobach. i will never forget them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9TH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were u like: so annoying i bothered myself.&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite class: chorus?&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: christy i think&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: ho hum. that doesnt take a lot of thinking. zach.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: a really akward year for me... i think that was my "akward" preteen-ish stage, even though i guess i was already a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10TH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;What were u like: a bit more held back i think.&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite class: does Mads count?&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend: christy and sarah g at yg, lindz &amp; kim &amp; madeleine at school&lt;br /&gt;Who did you have a crush on: joey jimeno, i hope i have classes w/ that kid next year.&lt;br /&gt;Something random: i hate swim team. except for my gangstah girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got my pics developed, the party ones are ok, other random things as well, but for every one that i didnt have my flash on they didnt come out. stupid disposable camera. and all the ones from the concert didnt come out!!!! they would ahve been SOOO good. but the ppl didnt even bother developing them for me cuz they were so dark. urrrg. makes me super mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to abbys to watch olympics w/ kim g and ben tonight, twas fun but i ate too much, once again... uh oh, not to be a party pooper but i hope katie lets us watch olymp.s tomorrow cuz i cant miss it...well i can tape it. oh and this saturday is my moms birthday and were going to DC/maryland the entire day i think. proves to not be fun but i'll deal. well thats it really. my life is pretty boring. i think im going to go to bed a bit earlier, so that way i can wake up ealier and do more school work tomorrow... sounds exciting. oh and check out my webshots, cuz i put spain pics up. i think ill scan some of my other random pics and put those up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok is lj a day ahead?!?!?!? i am SO CONFUSED ABOUT WHAT DAY IT IS. someone shoot me.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-08-10T01:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T05:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T05:00:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just in case you didnt know... friends only...</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-08-09T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T22:48:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-09T22:48:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YAYYY natalie its so pretty and nice to look at now. thank you.</content>
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    <title>hack</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T21:17:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-09T21:17:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey bekah, i did your journal. it's very...colorful, lol. tell me if you don't like it. kay, &amp;hearts;natalie</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-07-29T10:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T14:33:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">ill put all my spain entries... just so its easier i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this here is my spain journal that i wrote when i was bored the past 10 days. its mostly boring, especially at first cuz i was waiting around and had nothing else to do. as u will see. but read on if you are bored or want to know what i did and my overall impression of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the family:&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;br /&gt;my dad&lt;br /&gt;my mom&lt;br /&gt;GuGu- [pronounced goo-goo] my aunt, its chinese for you dads sister&lt;br /&gt;NiNi- [pronounced with long i's, like eye starting w/ an n] my grandma, its chinese for dads mom&lt;br /&gt;YehYeh- [pronounced yay yay] chinese for dads dad, my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plane trip up:&lt;br /&gt;i f*cking forgot to bring a key to my stupid diary. [i was using the remains of my 8th grade english notebook to write this.. it was the first one i grabbed] bleh. im so effing bored. so bored &amp; lonely... so i felt a strong desire to listen to something soft &amp; familiar, so dashboard it is.&lt;br /&gt;wow. so lonely. thats not good seeing as how ive only been on vacatoin w/ the family for about 8 1/2 horas. Nothing has happened yet... i mean, maybe in my imagination, but otherwise, no. things are so dull &amp; im hesitant to write about things of my imagination, mostly becuase i'm rooming w/ my family plus there are ppl around me and i will have to take this notebook to schoool since i plan on taking my ap history notes down in here. [blah blah blah.. complaining about things...] haha, my mom said the other day that no matter the age, if your @ the same age, guys are always 10 years behind mentally. always. i thought things like the even outh at the age of at least 30, heck shes 47. i think.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, Yeh Yeh can be really immature at times just becuase he can be super close-minded..&lt;br /&gt;ugh. air is very dry in the airplane and my eyes burn. glasses time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 rebekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1, el aeropuerto del Madrid:&lt;br /&gt;mom said my pants look homeless. now im sitting next to a homeless man. hes got all his stuff on a luggage cart. and something stinks, but i dont think its him. i think its moms feet. i wonder, you know. what he thinks when he looks at other people. if he even bothers comparing his life to others who have it better off? if  hes clinically insane? heh, not that id want to be homeless, but it would be nice to get to do nothing all day. oh wait. i almost already do.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and so much for "smoking rooms" becuase the entire place smells like smoke. everyone here smokes.&lt;br /&gt;so we've got another hour and a half before NiNi &amp; Yeh Yeh will get here, which is the main reason im writing... im bored out of my mind. i wish i could sleep, but no i didnt much on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;you know, not &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; in europe is skinny. most people have healthy rolls id say.&lt;br /&gt;[later that day] 12:30 afternoon, spain time&lt;br /&gt;sh!t! driving started very scary cuz it took yehyeh a while to get used to where the gears are on the car [everyone drives stick shift here]. everyone is trying very hard not to yell, except mom who controls her temper by ignoring it and staring out the window. weve been in the car less than 5 minutes and had 2 close calls to taking all of our lives. but now i guess we are cruising and things are steadier.. i suppose we are headed off to the hotel now, then we will hit the Prada.&lt;br /&gt;they have the cutest compact cars. none of those boring family sedans. oh but they do have those outrageously square euro-vans that drive me nuts, but i think im warming up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 8:52 PM [it gets a bit more interesting now]&lt;br /&gt;ok guess what this makes 30 1/2 hours of hardly no sleep. its hard to describe the kind of exhaustion i feel. i dont know where one day ended and where the next began, so i think i may have had 8 meals in the past day &amp; a half.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, leaving where i left off, we had way more car problems. we parked parallel, but then couldnt figure out how to put the car in reverse, thus making us hit the car in front of us at least 5 times. oh, but before that the car stalled again cuz something about it being in 3rd gear instead of 1st and rolling backward and nearly hitting a car behind us, holding things up a bit. at this point, i was so stressed/freaked that i crunched down in my chair, to hid from who knows what, but i was so tense i cramped up a msucle in my thigh temporarily. a few minutes later gugu, nini and i were able to laugh lightly, i think mostly at the utter craziness of our slightly dire situation, but mom had her eyes closed, probably focused on not throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;then later when we couldnt find out how to put it in reverse and i was taking super long to find out how in the spanish car manual, we ended up having to put the car in neutral and getting out to push it backwards until there was enough room to pull out, and from there yehyeh did some weird thing and it kept stalling and shutting off and then it smelled like serious car burnage and the car started beeping... oh it was so bad. everyone jumped out in fear it would spontaneously combust, except for me, mostly becuase i thought that was quite unlikely, but also becuase i was trying to move the seat in front of me while getting to be on the verge of finding out how to put the car in reverse. i did find it, about 2 minutes later, when we hauled everything out of the car and started dragging it across the street to the hotel [lucky we landed the car so close]. anyways, my dad was busy checking out the car so he gave al the room rental paperwork to me and i checked us all into the hotel where the clerk only knew a few imporante words in english. [so, yay for my super spanish skills!! hah not really]&lt;br /&gt;mk so after we were all checked in we went to the Prada [art museum] but only after grabbing a bite to eat. i saw the word "chorizo" and translated it for "churro" so i ended up having a sausage sandwhich as opposed to a bready cinnamon stick. but we did discover that the calamares [squid type thing] really is so god, and that when our family is together in a foreign country we cause a hold up. k so after food we took the Metro to la Prada, where everything went well accept nobody wanted to look at Ranaissance art except my &amp; my mom &amp; dad. we decided to go&lt;br /&gt;[and it ends there. i got tired ok??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;day 2, road to Toledo 12:25 AM &lt;br /&gt;hah, sorry for the cut off, i got tired last night. continuing where i left off. we decided to go to the Reina Sofia [another art museum] since it was close by, but we said wed go JUST to see the Guernica then we're going home. well when we got there we did go to see the Guernica, but we also saw the salvador dali exhibit cuz yehyeh wanted to. as long as we were there i looked for the melting clocks picture on Mr. Spechts tie, but didnt find it. i did think it was rather self absorped of my grandpa to be like "i dont appreciate any of this lets go home" at the [rada then make us look at the dali exhibit later. o well. i actually really liked it but i wish we werent so tired so we could have more time. &lt;br /&gt;and guernica was really good, except my grandmas constant commentary. it was cool to have everybody appreciating it but since everyone sees it differently, comments to yourself please. &lt;br /&gt;ok so right after the Reina Sofia we went to a restaurante and OMIGAWD ordering was such a pain in the ass w/ people getting confused w/ pricing and how much a paella could serve and the fact we had to put that all in spanish for the waiter..? so me siento MUCHO frustrado! not to mention, yehyeh seemed to think that as opposed to... say trying to translate or telling me to translate, he assumed the louder he spoke in englsih the easier it would be for the spanish waiter to understand. &lt;br /&gt;after dindin we rode back to our hotel and the rest of the night went w/o a hitch except for my spanish nightmares due to dinner... in my dream everybody was yelling at me, telling me to either translate something i didnt know into spanish or actually yelling at me in spanish i didnt know so that we could get something done but then i woke up and worried about whatever it was i was supposed to do becuase i wasnt sure if it was a dream or not. not until after i got up and had a drink did i assure myself it was just a nightmare. then i forced myself to sleep another 5 hours. &lt;br /&gt;so that was yesterday. this morning we checked out of the hotel and headed over to the Plaza Mayor where my dad read about the spanish inquisition and told about the jewish ppl burned at the stake in the plaza. then we had breakfast where ordering went smoothly. (we have a new system, i order and ask the waiter questions. go me!) &lt;br /&gt;now we are in toledo, looking for the alcazar and are sort of lost for the billionth time on this trip. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 rebekah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, road to Cordoba 4:00 PM &lt;br /&gt;yay shopping-ness! i bought a tile magnet with a bull on it. k well Toledo is obviously famous for some kind of swords cuz they were in every shop, wall to wall. oh and they were obsessed w/ LOTR, and this one place had an ork blade!! and they had all the jewels too, and i was dying for an arwen necklace but i think theyre about 80 euros. [i found out later that Toledo, Spain is where they made the swords for the movie! hence the obsession and all the swords.] &lt;br /&gt;k so we were gonna go to the alcazar, but it was closed. so we went to the Catedral de Toledo which omg. amazing! so beautiful, and kinda an eye opener to the wealth of the catholic church. at least back in the 13th century or so. they had a plaque there, with the declaration of isabelle and ferdinand about killing all the jews of all the spanish lands and my dad took a zillion pics so he could translate it when we get home. but its weird cuz in the gift shop they sell a bunch of stuff w/ jewish stars on it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 rebekah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3, road to... ? 6:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;after that we drove to cordoba, only to get lost a few thousand more times. we went to the hotel, which was a super cute place w/ a nice courtyard. we then went out to search for a restaurant, but since it was sunday night, everything was closed, but eventually we found an ok italian restaurant, and finished at 11 o clock [they eat dinner super late] when we walked home. across the street was a nice plaza w/ a fountain that we threw pennies into. i had nothing to wish though, i just made up a stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;ok so we were like a building away from our hotel, on the same block, i was walking just a few steps ahead of my family, and all of a sudden i heard some people screaming bloody murder and a motorcycle zoomed by, so at first i thought it was just some ppl having fun zooming down the street, but i turned around and my mother was screaming her head off and she goes "oh no they did it!!" and i thought they stole her purse at first, but it turned out they just grabbed my aunts purse right off her shoulder. there really was nothing we could do, so we went back to the hotel and explained what happened to the hotel clerk and he called the police for us. not like we would actually find the people or the purse [which had 750 cash euros, her liscence and most importantly, her passport], but she was going to need the police report to bring to the embassy to get out of the country. so we had to go down to the station, where i had to translate, the officer didnt speak a drop of english, and it was all a bloody pain, and nini and yehyeh were then FREAKED out of their minds about every little thing. like my dad went to get the car from the garage and when he didnt come out after 5 minutes my grandpa was seriously. having a nervous breakdown, screaming and very close to tears. i mean, the whole situation was a bit scary, i was shaken mostly becuase of my mothers screaming, but once i saw things werent thaat bad, as long as we got the passport worked out, it was ok. well, by the time we got back to the hotel, it was probasbly 12:45 and i was filthy but not tired, just extremely stressed, and as to prevent more spanish nightmares i took a sleeping pill. it did keep me from waking up in the morning, but thats ok cuz i got to skip a lot of the morning stress of "what are we going to do now?" at breakfast. we basically rearranged the entire weeks schedule in order to get to the american embassy in time at the end of the week at barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i shortened this story.. i cant describe how much of a pain all of this was. or, rather how much of a pain my grandparents are. so today after sorting that out, getting lost a few more times, we went to some... Meztica? i dont remember. but its a muslim church and we got gelate and did minimal shopping and when i asked my mom if she was having a good time she replied w/ "terrible". i dont blame her, but she could at least tryyy to enjoy herself.&lt;br /&gt;well weve been driving postcards for 3 hours today. ive written postcards, slept and listened to music. im running out of things to do to pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;oh! in the hotel last night i found a music video channel on tv and it was so good.. there were only like 3 american ppl i recognized, but omg. this song called "space taxi" was HILARIOUS. i cant even describe it, it was like these totally gay europeans being... homosexual. so funny. go download the video. they have this catchy little dance and everything.&lt;br /&gt;im getting hand cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el 4th dia, del Arcos, camino al... our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast yesterday we went to Seville to our hotel where our room had broekn a/c =( we went out on the town, [got lost of course], had dinner by the river then walked a lot in search of flamenco, which apparently was supposed to be happening in every bar you passed by but we were very unsuccesful. we guessed maybe you have to go at a certain time, like 2 in the morning... spanish people are night people. the sun doesnt set until 10 PM, thats when they go to dinner, are out all night then wake up early again. but they also have siesta time, from 2-4, everything is closed and they sleep. strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;ok so we got wAY lost on the way back from dinner, and my dad was soo upset becuase he couldnt find flamenco for my g-rents and we were lost for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast this morning we drove to a bank to get tickets for the Alhambra but they were sold out there. we then had lunch at the Paradore at the city of Arcos de la Frontera. Paradores are these old spanish building, sometimes castles or other things, but they are government owned and turned into nice hotels. lunch was super expensivo. right next to the Paradore was a cathedral. it was pretty... but i felt kinda creeped. i mean, with all the.. altars. and they had so much wealth and these incredible sculptures and the pained looks on the saints faces and all the dead people and dead Jesus'. and the fact that all the people are buried underneath gave me a creepy kinda feel.i snooped a lil, opening a locked door with a key in it, but at first i was kinda scared to open it, thinking like a dead body would fall on top of me or something (ive read too many stephanie plum books) but behind it was just another locked door. hmm i think thats it, we then drove through some super skinny streets, then out of the city and now im here on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday! camino al Valencia 12:51 AM [i got lazy on day 5 i guess.]&lt;br /&gt;lets see, after that we went to our hotel w/ no a/c again, but it wasnt that hot. next morning i went shopping a teeny store next to the hotel and tried on a smashing halter polo dress but my mom said it was too tight =(. well that day we took on of the double decker tour bus things and walked all day at the Alhambra [Muslim palace], the garden was so pretty [i will have many many pics], and the palace was too, but not so much. i bought my purse on the way back =D and then we went to BK for dinner were a king size fry is almost the same size as our smalls. no joke. it was a bigger paper bag than the small ones.&lt;br /&gt;after showering and flipping through channels at the hotel [porn! hardcore! scarred for life!] i conked out, and all this morning too, skipping breakfast again. my aunt came back and told me my grandma saw the porn too and would not stop talking about it alll morning during breakfast. and she said my mom told her "boy, she doesnt live much." as if my mother watches hardcore porn often???&lt;br /&gt;-cut irrelevant deep thought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, road 2 Montserrat (BOYS CHOIR) 9:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;find new bands much? yeah i need to. a new family would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;-cut random rant on an old friend-&lt;br /&gt;friends i would kill to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;sarah g.-alicia d.-abby/elana/ben- kim g.&lt;br /&gt;and thats all i really feel like right now.&lt;br /&gt;grandparents and dad made me play piano at the hotel this morning. after a few seconds of playing, i realized, "i do this for me and only me." if i &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; dont want to play, i wont. if i have a hint of wanting to, i will, and if i dont i will regret it. well since i did play, i did kinda want to since my fingers were itching after over 9 days of no piano. well, after the climax at the end of Chopin, the waiter guy told me something in spanish, but the general jist was i was playing too loud and something about disturbing the peace? whoops. well i finished embarrasedly and returned to the emotional grandparents at the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time i play for them in public. becuase i dont play for them. i play for me. i dont care how happy it makes them, dont think i did it for you. i paly for me... cuz im selfish like that.&lt;br /&gt;i think hot spanish boys are the only things keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i have a cd player on constantly is becuase nini is constantly talking and.. yeah. you get it.&lt;br /&gt;driving up the mountain... almost boys choir time!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7PM on the way to small town.&lt;br /&gt;well. this is the most fucked vacation ive ever been on. it reminds me that my grandparents were divorced at one time. lets just put it that way. i cant imagine what gugu and my dad went through w/ this family at my age.&lt;br /&gt;boys choir were on holiday. the monks didnt sing either even though they said they would? mass was creepy. my dad said he didnt expect the boys to be there, becuase it follows the pattern of the entire vacation. papa is disappointed, very discouraged. and it makes me so sad. expecially cuz he worked so hard for so many onths to pull this vacation together and this is what he gets. he didnt get to do anything he came to do. no swimming in the mediteranean. we had to skip gibraltar. and this family.. this horrible family. im listening to my cd player, getting sick from my grandpas jerky driving, take my headphones off to hear everybody yelling up a storm, my grandpa shouting and my grandma to shut up, a few times, then i see him giving some other driver a stiff middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;we should go back to the grand canyon.&lt;br /&gt;post script- writing in the car does no good for my handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of feel carsick. closing my eyes doesnt work cuz the car keep jerking around... wonder whos driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homesick like mad. i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats actually the end of everything i wrote, i changed only a wee bit, but i only gave the basics. i didnt go into detail of the terror of my family.. it was so sad, i talked to my dad yesterday and he said he couldnt enjoy a single moment.&lt;br /&gt;i actually did cry, that night in the hotel when everyone went to dinner. i couldnt handle it and i think my lack of social sickness actually drove me to physical sickness. but now im home and everything is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-06-17T22:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T02:39:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T02:43:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok so i just got back from christys. villalobos's are SO MUCH fun. it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i come home and fine some mail on my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so along time ago i did this poetry.com thing to unlock some things on espin.com.. dont ask its really stupid. anyway, i needed a poem so i made up a short thing that was taken from the opus coffee night thing, the haiku frienchie and ben wrote about the bunny driving on the way to school? haha so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bunny&lt;br /&gt;by Bekah Wilens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;springtime, the bunnies are born,&lt;br /&gt;little ones hop through grass.&lt;br /&gt;a daring one steps onto the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;watch out! ben is on the road tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. yeah. i actually submitted it for NO GOOD REASON and listen to the letter they sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Bekah,&lt;br /&gt;After carefully reading and discussing your poem, our Selection Committee has certified you poem as a semi-finalist in our International Open Poetry Contest. Your poem will automatically be entered into the final competition held in July 2004. AS a semi-finalst, you now have an excellent chance of winning one of 104 cash or &lt;a title="Click for more information about gift" style="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||gifts|AA1VDw"&gt;gift&lt;/a&gt; prizes--including the $1,000.00 Grand Prize. You may even win the $10,000.00 Annual Grand Prize! We wish you the best of luck as you compete for these prizes in the coming weeks (a complete list of prizes is enclosed)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then it goes on about this coffee table book that they make that i can put my poem in for free.... "You are welcome to inclue your motivations, the meaning poetry has in your life, the story behind your poem, or you rpersonal philosophical point of biew. Your biography will be printed on a page by itself, directly across from you poem-- you will thus have two full pages in the book devoted exclusibely to you and your artistry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... but theres a fee for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P.S. Bekah, you should be genuinely proud of your accomplishment. Of the thousands of poems we read each year, only a fraction can be published. We are pleased that "The Bunny" will be featured on a page by itself in this classic publication. blah blah buy the book.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. As a poet chosen for publication, you will also be eligible to attend The International Society of Poet's Summer Convention and Symposium, to be held in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, August 13-15, 2004. Keep the date, a formal invitation will be sent to you soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. are they serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. so insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know the story. we were driving to opus coffee house. ben ran over a bunny. and the poem guidelines were "4 lines, 25 words min." haha. i cant beleive this.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-06-05T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-05T21:36:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">whooo. feeel the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would be isolated but i found a "business center" at this hotel, which is really like a secret room w/ a comp in it and it says for inhouse guests only, i think that means me but im not sure so im scared someones gonna hear me typing and kick me out. well im about to go get dressed for my 2nd cousins barmitzvah party tonight. his actual barmitzvah service today? 9:15-12:15. um. thats a long time. i thought my cousin was joking when he said that. i dont think ive ever sat so long... listening to a language i dont understand. but either way, i guess it was kinda cool, you know the whole new culture thing and all. anyway, if i dont get dressed soon and do my cousins hair she will bizzatch out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. im in new jersey, but the tap water doesnt taste like sulfur. otherwise i would bottle it for elana. ok gots to go.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-05-30T23:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T03:17:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T03:18:45Z</updated>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-03-12T19:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-13T00:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-13T00:36:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nickel creek</lj:music>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-02-27T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-28T04:54:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-28T04:54:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/a.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did it in 12&amp;lt;/big&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; seconds.&lt;br&gt;I deserved an A!!&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/dex.html"&gt;How Dexterous Are You? Quiz&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i wish i got grades like that in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here my interim for the quarter, cuz  i know u wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;B+&lt;br /&gt;B+&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;C+&lt;br /&gt;B+&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. check out that F in algebra. and i am darn proud of it too. i stayed after and got my grade up 11%, so its now a 63. wooot! i still have work to do but by the end of the quarter it should be back up to my steady C+. and this sunday im gettin together w/ my official study group for our test next week. dont you hate when you think you do SO well on a quiz and get it back to see you got a 19/36??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was a lot of fun. friends are cool people to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got 23 more hours for the 30-hour famine, i havnt prayed too much yet but i will work a LOT on that tomorrow. annd... tomorrow IS PIANO ARRIVAL DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated 1 year lj! it was yesterday. and i had better post this b4 midnight or it will be 2 days ago.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-02-26T19:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-27T00:37:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-27T00:37:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">birthmonththing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your birth month in an entry.&lt;br /&gt;2. Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bold the six that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put all twelve months under a journal cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. &lt;del&gt;Attractive. Suave&lt;/del&gt; and caring. &lt;del&gt;Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities.&lt;/del&gt; Knows how to console others. Too generous and &lt;del&gt;egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself.&lt;/del&gt; Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. &lt;del&gt;Easily angered.&lt;/del&gt; Angry when provoked. &lt;del&gt;Easily&lt;/del&gt; jealous. &lt;b&gt;Observant.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Careful and cautious.&lt;/b&gt; Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. &lt;del&gt;Loves to lead&lt;/del&gt; &lt;b&gt;and to be led.&lt;/b&gt; Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, &lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;del&gt;defense.&lt;/del&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sensitive but not petty.&lt;/b&gt; Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. &lt;b&gt;Hasty and trusty.&lt;/b&gt; Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but those not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-02-03T22:48:00</title>
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    <content type="html">aaaw. what a cute kitty.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2004-02-03T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-03T17:55:12Z</published>
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    <lj:music>i miss u- blink</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/angelzashez/1040330304_swoodchuck.gif" border="0" alt="woodchuck"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU ARE MARRIED TO A WoODCHUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/angelzashez/quizzes/what&amp;#39;s%20YOUR%20deepest%20secret%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what's YOUR deepest secret?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... chad michael murray on the AIM ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how they cancelled school and it turned out to be rain. a little sad too.</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2003-12-29T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-30T02:01:15Z</published>
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    <lj:music>blink-one-eighty-two- feeling this</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;hi, my name is brianne.  i live in a part of california that really isn't as nice as california sounds.  i'm only halfway through my teen years, but i like to think that i'm much older.  i was born with dark brown hair, but have dyed it a couple of shades since.  i'm good at coming up with creative colors to name my eyes, when really they're just brown.  if i wear the right shade of green though, they come alive.  i promise.  i'm five foot six.  i stopped growing when i was twelve, but i used to pray every night that i'd grow taller because when i was a little girl, i wanted desperately to be a runway model.  i'd still like that, but we can keep it a secret.  i've adjusted to the idea of being on the other side of the camera.  i really like taking pictures.  when i grow up, i'd like to be a fashion photographer.  but then again, only months before, it was a designer.  and before that an actress, and before that a lawyer, and a criminal profiler.  ask me again next week.  i have plenty of friends, but not really.  i can count on one hand the people that i truly enjoy spending time with.  i get a high off of entertaining other people, and being the center of attention.  parties are fun, and they make me feel included.   if only they knew that i'd rather be curled up in bed with a book full of words far beyond their comprehension.  people fascinate me.  i like to watch them, and analyze their worlds as deeply as i can without falling into them.  i'm not nearly as naive as people think i am.  i've never had a boyfriend.  i've allowed a small handful of boys to enter my life just long enough to crack my surface.  usually, they tend to back away soon enough.  my mom says that's because they're intimidated by me because i'm smart and nice.  i have to wonder how right it is that the smart and nice girls stay home from their prom because all the boys are out with the dumb, mean girls.  anyway, every time i've gotten "emotionally involved" with a boy, i've had a lot of fun, until it faded into an awkward friendship.  there was one boy though, that taught me more than any of the other boys.  he taught me that i can't push them all away.  someday one's going to get to me, like he almost did.  i still think about this boy more often than i should.  even though nothing ever happened, to me, a lot of nothings meant more than a thousand somethings.  i believe in love at first sight and old fashioned dates and romance so dizzying that it hardly seems real.  i want to fall in love. i want my first kiss to be special.  i want a boy that balances me, a boy who is captivated by me.  i want us to travel the world, and share every experience under the sun.  we can go shopping and buy all the people, just so they can sit and watch us make beautiful music together.  maybe someday..  i like to talk about things like God and music and books and love, movies, politics, snow, and the night sky.  i don't find superficial relationships with people the least bit entertaining.  sometimes the ugliness of this world makes me feel sick.  but that's just me.  don't judge too quickly.  don't think i'm that great, because i'm scared of a lot of things, and i may prove to be a flake.  it's just that running away is so easy.  life is getting scarier by the day.  the scariest part i'm afraid, is that someday i'll wake up and realize that i've never really lived my life.  everything will suddenly become real, and it'll all be clear.  all i've ever been is a silly little girl.&lt;/i&gt; -something_beautiful's xanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy how i feel exactly like that sometimes. i wonder how many other people feel exactly like me... well just thought i would share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erg! my cat is so annoying!</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2003-12-26T16:52:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-26T21:53:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">hi!! im in boston!! im at the library and the internet is sooo fast.. and i only have a few minutes left here anyways but i miss you all and ill see you later!</content>
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    <title>pynkgorilla @ 2003-12-12T16:13:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-12T21:05:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/news/1003761.asp"&gt;http://www.msnbc.com/news/1003761.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie off to sarahs!</content>
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