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  <title>Life is good</title>
  <subtitle>Except when it stinks.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-04-10T04:02:21Z</updated>
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    <title>Well....</title>
    <published>2009-04-10T04:02:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T04:02:21Z</updated>
    <category term="life recap tsubasa trc tokyo revelations"/>
    <lj:music>Ramalama (bang bang)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Apparently it's been around 3 semesters since I updated here... Good job me! I'm great at keeping up with things!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have changed, of course, because a stagnant life is a boring one, but most of the changes are for the better! Instead of a bass major, I'm a Psych major with a minor in bass; I've been dating my leibe for nearly 3 years, my little sister has finished her second novel and is editing it (if you haven't bought her first one yet, do it!) and my life is all together whole.&lt;br /&gt;Now that the real life stuff is out of the way, Oh my GOSH, Tsubasa owns my soul! Specifically Kurogane and Fai. They're such an interesting and dynamic couple! I know most of you are saying "do what now?" For you people, this is my obligatory fangirl section of the journal. Feel free to skip ahead! For those of you who know what I'm talking about, that pairing is EPIC! And totally cannon. i mean, come on! Fai's symbol is the Phoenix and Kuro's a Dragon (which in china means they're totally together), they obviously care about each other, and my god! The latest cycle in clow! I won't spoil it for anyone, but good grief! They were practically lamming us over the head with the two of them! Not to mention the bloody amazing OVAs that came out with some stellar voice performances from the two of them that gave me chills up my spine! (I have to watch Tokyo Revelations every month or so to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.) In short, if you haven't read the series or watched the OVAs DO IT! DO IT NAOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! That said, I love all of you, and can't wait to remember all the amazing things I totally forgot to tell you about in this post! I hope all of you are having more good times than bad ones, and are mostly well! Drop me a line!&lt;br /&gt;--BC</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:18377</id>
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    <title>UGA</title>
    <published>2007-10-11T14:34:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-11T14:34:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You all remember the fiasco from when I applied to UGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning I woke up, and my mother told me to come look at the computer. Upon looking, I discovered the UGA application status check page. And all I was able to see was the bright red scrawl of "CONGRATULATIONS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, guys. I'm going to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:18073</id>
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    <title>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-- a spoiler-free review.</title>
    <published>2007-07-21T13:12:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-21T13:12:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, at precicely 8:01 this morning, I finished the final instalation of the Harry Potter series. What did I think, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dumbledore so wisely put it, "I was wrong about a lot of things, Harry", and foremost among those things was the concept that I might not enjoy this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I stay awake with ease to read each riviting page, every new paragraph delighted me, and every new tragedy brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 9:00 in the morning. In fifteen minutes, I will go to work, for a very very long shift, and have not slept at ALL tonight. However, I find myself without any regrets of any kind. This is the kind of book that I would happily stay up another twentyfour hours for. Luckily, I probably won't have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Harry Potter fan, I doubt you could be dissapointed with this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a Harry Potter fan... you're missing out. Get with the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments may not be spoiler free! Be warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know the book was available online for a long time now, and unlike those of you who decided that you couldn't be patient and give J.K. Rowling's crowing acheivment the credit it deserves, I waited until 1:20 in the morning, when my number was finally called. I don't want to hear any bragging from you cheaters. On this one issue, I will be more than happy to turn your source in.</content>
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    <title>I R Lolcat!</title>
    <published>2007-07-19T14:40:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-19T14:40:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;Lion Warning Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;81% Affectionate, 75% Excitable, 48% Hungry&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/410/202/4102022445444324283/mt845828024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the good Samaritan of the lolcat world. Protecting others from danger by shouting observations and guidance in cases of imminent threat, you believe in the well-being of everyone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To see all possible results, checka &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/journal?pid=16057073667375255014&amp;amp;tuid=4102022445444324283"&gt;dis&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6348388576689378978/Which-Lolcat-Are-You-"&gt;The Which Lolcat Are You? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=GumOtaku"&gt;GumOtaku&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Please please read. This is important.</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T16:20:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T16:20:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There is no funny in this note. This is the most horrific news story I have read since... I don't know if I've read one worse. If you are at ALL weak of stomach, do NOT read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, a gay man was beaten to death in the most HORRIFIC mannor possible, and the world IGNORED IT. They just didn't care. None of the local news paper's printed it, none of the national newspapers picked up on in, no tv stations covered it. For the full story, click the link below, but remember my warning. It has graphic detail about the beating. However, at least know his name if you don't look at the link. His name was Aaron Hall, and he is the newest victim in a long line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the worst thing? Indiana, where he was killed, has NO LAWS against hate crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookshop.livejournal.com/834653.html"&gt;http://bookshop.livejournal.com/834653.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:17186</id>
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    <title>Book Roll Call</title>
    <published>2007-04-09T03:47:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-09T03:47:52Z</updated>
    <category term="easter"/>
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    <lj:music>Ai wo Koete</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi, all! Lucy here with a small request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had a turbulent weekend, I set about to make my room perfect. It is now very close. However, in perfecting said room, I came across something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite certain that I loaned most of them out to all of you, my friends. I'm afraid to say that, since I trust all of you very much, I have no idea who has what and how long they have had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a book that you borrowed from me, please let me know! I don't mind if you want to keep it longer, but it would be nice to have all my darlings accounted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love for everyone, and hoping you all had a happy easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lucy</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:16982</id>
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    <title>boom_chick @ 2007-03-22T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-22T23:16:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-22T23:16:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soooo..... Yeah. Senioritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss this topic for a moment. Listed below are the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have bad grades&lt;br /&gt;2. I have worse grades in the classes I like&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm bored out of my skull half the day&lt;br /&gt;4. when I'm not bored, I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;5. Amanda's totally hawt.&lt;br /&gt;6. It has recently been discovered that I suffer from incurable procrastination. Oh, and that I can't spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have the facts. Literature, my favorite class, is my lowest grade right now, because I hang out with YOU PEOPLE instead of doing my work. Frankly, I'd really rather hang out with you, so more power too you! Keep on distracting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really excited about anything right now (except learning Jo-Do) so I think I must have senioritis. It's very rare for me not to be exuberantly jumping up and down about something. I feel kinda like Scar ..."Bad back, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over, Nothing will have ended anyway, so why bother stressing about it? I'm way too awesome to loose touch with people. Most of the senior stuff I'm doing this year is just because I know I can get away with it, not because I'm actually a mental senior. Mentally, I've been an unemployed hobo for years, my actual status just hasn't quite caught up with my mental one yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, love you all much! Do your dances and procreate viciously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lucy (or, as someone called me recently, "Mrs. Lazy"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:16847</id>
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    <title>Wow.</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T00:04:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T00:04:40Z</updated>
    <category term="help?"/>
    <category term="frusteration"/>
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    <lj:music>"Mordred's Lullaby"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, it's been, what, seven years since I updated this? (okay, so it was more like one, but still) where on earth should I begin!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, I'm a senior in high school now, and am deeply conflicted as to my choice of careers next year. I signed up for UGA's school of music, but I'm not at all sure UGA will accept me. I'm not applying to any other colleges (except maybe Savahnna college of art and design)so I'm going to need a job. I plan to get a steady job, then free lance until I've made a name for myself at least a little. Then I'll wing it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my future in a nut shell, now to catch ya'll up on the present! I am currently in love with a wonderful girl at my school (who, thank god, is dating me!), and she makes getting up in the morning worth it. Thank goodness for her. Otherwise I'd stay in bed. Like a genious, I signed up for three AP classes. I passed AP Econ with no problem, but AP Chem and AP Lit are not nearly so easy. My other two classes are a breeze. Oh, did I mention I'm sick?&lt;br /&gt;I have also had the honor of being good friends with a significant portion of our AMAZING freshman class (including my little sister and "daughter") If it weren't for the classes, school would be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life, however, has never been worse. It's a little unfair of me to say that. Recently it's been fine, but then, recently both my mother and myself have been too sick to fight. Just recently, though, I had my first EVER serious yelling match with my parents (though it was mostly them doing the yelling). I really didn't mean to start it, but they're just so frusterating! I can't stand being treated like a five year old any more, and I let my anger got the better of me. Set my mom off pretty bad. Before when I badmouthed her, I didn't mean it, but now I can't help but be a little bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as always happens, I have attempted to emerse myself in fantasy, but am finding that harder and harder with a future of low-paying jobs awaiting me. However, I am finally beginning to shape a world of at least mostly unique perportions. So far, the story is not going too well, but I'm enjoying drawing pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, if it weren't for all of you, I'm not sure I would be okay right now, but as it stands, I am. The good and the bad of life balance each other a little. I just wish they were a little more balanced in the places, instead of being fun at school and miserable at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. check out my deviantart at boomchick.deviantart.com)</content>
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    <title>KHII</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T20:43:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T20:43:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sanctuary</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Beat Kingdom Hearts 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to jump off a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else am I supposed to follow such an... astounding event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the game, you need it. Give Enix money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow. (I'm still crying *giggle*)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:16170</id>
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    <title>Ahh, per normal!</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T18:50:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T18:50:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Concert in E-Dur</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once again, or perhaps as it always is, life is bipolar. Exceedingly happy and horrible all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Getting reaquainted with an old friend, who I like more than ever now!&lt;br /&gt;* My dogs, as always.&lt;br /&gt;* My sweet little sister.&lt;br /&gt;* The Train Tracks. Best place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Parental pressure.&lt;br /&gt;* Forced arts.&lt;br /&gt;* Time. There's either too much of it, or not enough!&lt;br /&gt;* My complete lack of any talent.&lt;br /&gt;* My inability to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;* Hating myself.&lt;br /&gt;* Being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have Lucy's list of stuff that sucks and doesn't. It's really not so bad, but I do find myself wishing a lot. I know very well that everyone else on the PLANET has a worse time than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy easter to everyone! I'm going to go be happy for the rest of the day. If I can't be happy on easter, shoot me, my life is no longer worth living! (that was sarcasm, but still, it's a very happy day! Even the weather is happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, and take care of yourselves, everyone!</content>
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    <title>boom_chick @ 2006-04-02T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T01:53:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-03T01:53:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just so ya'll know? That last post was about my black eye. It was beautiful. To see pictures, visit my Myspace!</content>
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    <title>urm....</title>
    <published>2006-02-20T02:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-20T02:39:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Remember the last time I came on lj and said not to be too surprised at school on monday because I'd done something stupid over the weekend? Yeah. That was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm not joking. And no, it's not bad eye makeup. Tomorrow, after the world has seen, I will elaborate.</content>
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    <title>HE DID IT!!!</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T04:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T04:27:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>OLYMPICS!!! WOOO!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HE DID IT! HE DID IT! SHAUN WHITE WON GOLD! SHAUN WHITE WON GOLD!!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!! YEAH!!!!!! HE WON IT!!! FIRST OLYMPICS AND HE WON!!!! HE'S ONLY 19!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!! THE FLYING TOMATO BLEW 'EM OUT OF THE WATER!!!!! YEAH!!!! THAT MAKES UP FOR APOLLO'S FLUB IN SPEED SKATING!!! GOOOOOOO SHAUN WHITE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. does anyone else think the medals look like cds?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.p.s. Their national anthem is better than Central's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other games rocked hard too, but this one.... WOW!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boom_chick:15257</id>
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    <title>Loot</title>
    <published>2005-12-29T05:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T05:35:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>moo moo mr. brown cow-- de farmer man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I got a sword. And converse, and four books, and gloves, and a cardboard plaque reading "200 bushels of flowers and a monkey" (long story), and a nice denim jacket with a cosmic bass on the back, and Kingdom Hearts (which I beat. *cries*), and an Atari game system with retro games, and cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites: Sword, Converse, Jacket, KH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom Hearts freakin' rocked. It was my first ever video game beaten. I am SO SAD that I beat it. I really want the second one, or chain of memories, like, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read the book Battle Royale since I got it for my sisters boyfriend. It was amazing! So gory though... ah well! I wonder why it is that I DISPISE "Lord of the Flies" but I adore "Battle Royale". Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, cheers, all! happy holidays! I hope my jewish buddies are enjoying Chanukka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that everyone else is having fun too!</content>
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    <title>BR quizes</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T16:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T16:16:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gorrilaz-- Dirty Harry Music video</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/renegaderay/1078771549_ressurvive.jpg" border="0" alt="You survive!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don't die. You survive! (Nanahara #15, Nakagawa&lt;br&gt;#15) Hooray. Lucky for you two lovebirds, you&lt;br&gt;survived the game. And you did it through mind&lt;br&gt;over recklessness (and a little help from&lt;br&gt;Kawada). Very impressive considering you&lt;br&gt;started out with the crappiest weapons of&lt;br&gt;anybody. Nice job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/renegaderay/quizzes/How%20would%20you%20die%20in%20a%20Battle%20Royale%3F/"&gt; How would you die in a Battle Royale?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&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;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I always knew I was a surviver! See allison's lj for the quizes.</content>
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    <title>boom_chick @ 2005-12-20T21:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T02:44:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T02:47:03Z</updated>
    <category term="llama song"/>
    <category term="babysit"/>
    <category term="busy day"/>
    <lj:music>http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow. I just finished my first babysitting gig. It was wild and crazy! The kids were absolutely adorable, one three, and one about five. They were so much fun! Except the kept asking akward questions. Such as asking me to tell them about the dragons outside. Or, in one's case, asking me what my breasts were. It was a barrel of laughs. They were the cutest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been having a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, Amanda spent the night and we had a great little party (no, we didn't do any of THAT, Allison), then last night, I went to Arwen's party, which ROCKED THE HOUSE!!! I went on a roof, and almost couldn't come down. Poor Anna was so cold! Then today, Herr Wooten paid me a house visit. Then I went shoping and finished my christmas binge. Then I came home in time to eat dinner, say goodbye to my sister (big sister. Going back to gainsville she was.) and head off to babysitt. All in all, a productive day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the llama song! Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and vorer and over and over and over and over ahnd aover an dover and over and over and over arnd over and aover and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over arnnd over and over and over and over and vooer and over and over and over and over and over and over again! (Yes, I really did type all those 'over's. No copy and pasting. Check out the llama song!)</content>
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    <title>Wow!!!</title>
    <published>2005-12-06T23:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-06T23:42:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Desert Rose</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I must have been really drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In November I gave &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_demented_me' lj:user='demented_me' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://demented-me.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://demented-me.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;demented_me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a Dutch Oven &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-10 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Tuesday I didn't flush &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In October I bought porn for &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_aexanao' lj:user='aexanao' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aexanao.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://aexanao.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aexanao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(10 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In September I put money in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lordrosielsama' lj:user='lordrosielsama' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lordrosielsama.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lordrosielsama.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lordrosielsama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s expired parking meter &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(14 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Sunday I ruled Iran as a cruel and heartless dictator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-700 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-687 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a spanking&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;boom_chick&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hey again</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T06:39:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T06:39:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>shake that laughy taffy!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hello! I'm not dead. Just thought you might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out at Deviantart.com! My name's Boomchick, yo.</content>
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    <title>PUBLISHED!</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T21:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T21:38:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Your Own Personal Jesus-- Depeche Mode</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Check it out, yo! I got my Shizznit published! Way to go, my skankie ass! (Stephanie says my ass is many things, but one of them is not skankie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the story!&lt;a href="http://www.flagpole.com/articles.php?fp=5721"&gt;http://www.flagpole.com/articles.php?fp=5721&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Does publication dance) (Which Stephaine says is just plain weird.)</content>
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    <title>Warning</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T21:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T21:26:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bang Bang--Rammstein</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a major melt down today at the mall and kinda... went irrational. Don't be too suprised at school on monday... But I like them.</content>
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    <title>In case anyone cares</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T06:15:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T06:15:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Maya hii! Maya huu! Maya Hoo! Maya ha ha!"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Two Names You Go By&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucy&lt;br /&gt;2. Lucifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Parts of Your Heritage&lt;br /&gt;1. Scottish&lt;br /&gt;2. Irish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things That Scare You&lt;br /&gt;1. That I might have to watch someone die&lt;br /&gt;2. The moment after you wake up from a dream, and you look around for the people who were there with you, because the dream is still realer to you than real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Everyday Essentials&lt;br /&gt;1. Laughter&lt;br /&gt;2. Examening myself mentaly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now&lt;br /&gt;1. Golden Dragon tank top&lt;br /&gt;2. No shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;1. O-Zone&lt;br /&gt;2. Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Songs - at the moment&lt;br /&gt;1. Try not to Breath-- REM&lt;br /&gt;2. Walking Man's Road-- America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want in a Relationship (other than Real Love)&lt;br /&gt;1. Casual contact.&lt;br /&gt;2. laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Truths&lt;br /&gt;1. I often have a hard time distinguishing between Reality and fiction&lt;br /&gt;2. I really and truely hate my mother a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Physical Things that Appeal to You&lt;br /&gt;1. Movement&lt;br /&gt;2. hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing Bass&lt;br /&gt;2. Sketching people in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Really Badly&lt;br /&gt;1. love&lt;br /&gt;2. success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Places You Want to go on Vacation&lt;br /&gt;1. Sapelo Island&lt;br /&gt;2. Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die&lt;br /&gt;1. Change the world&lt;br /&gt;2. Share true love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Ways that you are stereotypically a Chick/Guy&lt;br /&gt;1. I love flowie dresses&lt;br /&gt;2. I put my hand against my heart when I'm startled or impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes, I really want to take out a shotgun and blow someone away&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm really scared that I'll hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Thinking About Now&lt;br /&gt;1. "what am I thinking about right now? How do I answer that question?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "I hope I don't dream about Phoebe again. I don't think I could take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Stores You Shop At&lt;br /&gt;1. Borders&lt;br /&gt;2. Barnes and Nobel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people I would like to see take this quiz&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda Younes&lt;br /&gt;2. Danielle Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current music: The Numa Numa song</content>
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    <title>boom_chick @ 2005-10-03T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T17:09:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-03T17:09:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm currently in a show called The Children's Hour, and it's eating my soul! I have, like, no time for anything else! Which is fine, because it's an awesome show with an awesome cast. Everyone should come see it. It runs this Thursday (cheap) Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a new foster dog, Frankie. He, of course, does not fill the hole left by my darling, and he's going to be adopted very soon, but it's nice to have five dogs in the house again. You know, I still think I hear her barking sometimes, or see her jumping in the pen. I hate my immagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think i'm going to go to law school. I am not going to drop the bass. I could never do that, and I never will, but I don't think that that's going to be my career. Law will be hard, and probably boring at times, but I think it's where I can do the most good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is easy, and I only ever learn anything in two of my four classes. What a ginormous waste of time. Mostly these days I paint, read, play bass, and play on the internet. Oh, and reherse the play I'm in like a bitch. (with my little sister who is also in it). Live is tiring,and stressful, and there's never a dull moment. Just the way I like it. Now if only everyone from Firespark! went to my school, I might be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to diss my school friends, but I'd like to have the best of all worlds, and get rid of the worst of both. (I.E. People like Marcus who ruin the experiance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, and hope that you're doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lucy</content>
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    <title>RIP</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T16:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T16:52:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Phoebe, my beautiful little daschuld, passed away on Sunday, quietly with my mother by her side. The think it was Cancer that killed her. it feels dead at home without her. I called the dogs to come and get a snack last night, carrots, a favorite of Phe's, and I couldn't stop crying after that. I missed the tapping sound she made as she pranced. I miss the way her plumed tail picked up every dried leaf when we walked, and the way she gobbled up cicadas when they buzzed at her. She even used to spring into the air when we walked out to take her inside from the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that she is happy, and that some day those who loved her will be again too. For the moment, her empty coller hangs on the wall, the tags that onced banged together with her prancing steps silent and still. I must stop writing now. I'm about to cry in the middle of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Phoebe. Know that I will not forget you.</content>
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    <title>If you want to waste the time...</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T05:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T05:07:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beautiful Disaster Music Video, to Howl's Moving Castle :-D</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here is pretty much an update/look back on my life in the form of a bunch of poems. Read only if you have time and are bored. Otherwise, get on with your own life. Titles are follwed by a colon, then the poem, because LJ's formatting sucks. Enjoy if you're bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;lies.&lt;br /&gt;They’re always for you,&lt;br /&gt;and they never really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But they are like mice, &lt;br /&gt;building up around me&lt;br /&gt;One or two are fine,&lt;br /&gt;but more than fifty can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unreadable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your every word to me is &lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t fall in love&lt;br /&gt;when someone whispered&lt;br /&gt;into their ear&lt;br /&gt;as Romeo whispered to Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;Your every hair to me is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Finely spun, &lt;br /&gt;as Rumpelstiltskin spun straw.&lt;br /&gt;And so I stroke it, &lt;br /&gt;when your head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect skin to me is moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Untouchable,&lt;br /&gt;and fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your every smile a precious jewel,&lt;br /&gt;encased within me&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;are more an angel,&lt;br /&gt;than I could ever hope to be,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t eat, can’t sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Must. Write.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t write,&lt;br /&gt;must paint.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t paint.&lt;br /&gt;turn to music.&lt;br /&gt;Music turns from me.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;For thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have an adventure&lt;br /&gt;No more monotony&lt;br /&gt;No more normality.&lt;br /&gt;I want to change.&lt;br /&gt;I want the whole deal.&lt;br /&gt;The tears,&lt;br /&gt;the laughter,&lt;br /&gt;the fear,&lt;br /&gt;the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I want an adventure,&lt;br /&gt;because ANYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;is better,&lt;br /&gt;than waiting,&lt;br /&gt;for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know so many teenagers,&lt;br /&gt;who are tired of being children.&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing I want right now,&lt;br /&gt;is to pretend that I’m on a quest,&lt;br /&gt;with dragons and knights.&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;Call me a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask me&lt;br /&gt;what kind of person I am.&lt;br /&gt;And people often take me&lt;br /&gt;the wrong way,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that I’m preaching.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should come clean.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I ever really want to do,&lt;br /&gt;is run,&lt;br /&gt;barefoot,&lt;br /&gt;at midnight,&lt;br /&gt;in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;over a sopping wet field, full of burrs,&lt;br /&gt;with a single dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weak&lt;br /&gt;unnecessary lines.&lt;br /&gt;Are all I have gotten,&lt;br /&gt;for erasing every enter,&lt;br /&gt;every return key I have hit&lt;br /&gt;between some poem’s title&lt;br /&gt;and that poem’s dumb&lt;br /&gt;body; because often,&lt;br /&gt;or once in a while&lt;br /&gt; by doing that&lt;br /&gt;things will&lt;br /&gt;grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Wrote&lt;br /&gt;sonnets.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Write&lt;br /&gt;Freeform.&lt;br /&gt;Which, I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, a haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heedless of others&lt;br /&gt;He dances like a monkey&lt;br /&gt;You should do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lies to fill&lt;br /&gt;before my long poem fits on one page.&lt;br /&gt;So here they are, all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To curse you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have no right to judge&lt;br /&gt;or preach.&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to call my mother names.&lt;br /&gt;She works night and day for me,&lt;br /&gt;and my sisters&lt;br /&gt;and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to judge coach Luke,&lt;br /&gt;and his biased opinions&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where he’s been.&lt;br /&gt;He’s probably right.&lt;br /&gt;People like me probably are freaks&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t say a word, because&lt;br /&gt;They don’t deserve scolding,&lt;br /&gt;So instead, locked in my room,&lt;br /&gt;I scold myself.&lt;br /&gt;“You stupid little girl, how dare you think that way about your mother!?&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not natural. Then again, nothing about you is.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re disgusting, and prejudice. You know you are, don’t deny it.&lt;br /&gt;“Go to hell... JUST GO TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;“You stupid whore, only dykes touch themselves.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh wait, you ARE a dyke. Little slut&lt;br /&gt;“Whore&lt;br /&gt;“Bigot&lt;br /&gt;“No one really likes you.&lt;br /&gt;“They just want you around, because you’re the only one dumb enough to be nice to them,&lt;br /&gt;“And lend them money they won’t return.&lt;br /&gt;“Looser&lt;br /&gt;“Idiot&lt;br /&gt;“They only talk to you when they need your help, or because they pity you.”&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn’t yelled at her.&lt;br /&gt;The poor mirror girl is crying.&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand against her mouth, and she mimics me, holding my touch away.&lt;br /&gt;“Hush. You don’t want to bother anyone, do you?”&lt;br /&gt;She shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t want to make anyone sad.”&lt;br /&gt;She shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;“After all, they deserve to be happy. I... You don’t, and you know it.”&lt;br /&gt;She’s crying again, but she agrees.&lt;br /&gt;I’m choking.&lt;br /&gt;I scowl.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s enough. Smile.”&lt;br /&gt;She obeys&lt;br /&gt;“Go wash your face. Don’t let them know you were crying.”&lt;br /&gt;Nod&lt;br /&gt;I promise her I’ll talk to someone, for both of our sakes, but...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to bother anybody.&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;I wash my face&lt;br /&gt;I go downstairs&lt;br /&gt;Then I rinse,&lt;br /&gt;and repeat the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racoons, a True High School Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little babies&lt;br /&gt;all curled up,&lt;br /&gt;terrified,&lt;br /&gt;alone,&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go and spot you,&lt;br /&gt;so that the whole school&lt;br /&gt;would look on in awe,&lt;br /&gt;as you stared in horror.&lt;br /&gt;And so that boys could poke fun,&lt;br /&gt;and taunt you.&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t expect,&lt;br /&gt;were the cries of joy,&lt;br /&gt;and the amount of love&lt;br /&gt;poured forth&lt;br /&gt;from those teenagers&lt;br /&gt;who are called callous.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe,&lt;br /&gt;people should look&lt;br /&gt;at how someone reacts&lt;br /&gt;to a baby racoon,&lt;br /&gt;before they judge them.</content>
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    <title>I had forgotten...</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T03:43:28Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Feel Good Inc. --Gorillaz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had almost forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;The empty lunch table,&lt;br /&gt;That used to be reserved for me,&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of that old, middleschool cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had almost forgotten how much I hated,&lt;br /&gt;Being betrayed every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;And how much it hurt to be turned on,&lt;br /&gt;By someone you liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I forget,&lt;br /&gt;And move on,&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminded.</content>
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