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Friday, November 21st, 2003

Subject:i know some people who would appreciate this quiz
Time:12:07 pm.
500 a night

You Would Make $500 a Night!

You won't have to resort to the streets to earn your cash...

But you will spend most of your time at a brothel on the wrong side of town!

How Much Could You Make as a Prostitute?

More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
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Monday, November 10th, 2003

Time:11:18 pm.
Skanking Dork: too much to tell you
Skanking Dork: i'll tell you tomorow
Skanking Dork: in history
Skanking Dork: since we don't do anything
Skanking Dork: heh

pluckyzoe: but at the moment my bed is calling to me, so we shall continue this discussion tomorrow, during math

hahahahahahahah see a theme? i especially appreciated emma's tho...us type-a people gotta stick together :)
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Subject:dara's funny
Time:10:24 pm.
thedancingcookie: harrison is so sexy
LIZZIL: whered that come from?
thedancingcookie: i just forgot
thedancingcookie: and then he imed me and told me he was going to see SENSES FAIL tonight and ir emembered
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Sunday, November 9th, 2003

Subject:public for dara
Time:2:24 pm.
Hey Chica,

I hope all is well in life!!!!.....Life here in Louisiana is going great...i am 100%healthy now...thank GOD.......School is going fine and I hope the same for you...I just found the piece of paper you gave me the day you guys left so i figured i would email before i go out and celebrate my birthday.....i would love to hear from you so write back soon girl...talk to you later love DAY CAMP

!!!!!!! that was like the nicest thing ever...i was actually just thinking about how she'd never replied to my email at the end of the summer and i hope that didnt mean that she was just sicker....awwwww :) i miss her + camp (esp daycamp!) so much now
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Friday, November 7th, 2003

Time:8:56 am.
Sonnet 130—William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
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Thursday, November 6th, 2003

Time:11:01 pm.
Please tell ten friends to tell ten today! The Breast Cancer site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily to meet their quota of donating at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman.

It takes less than a minute to go to their site and click on "donating a mammogram" for free (pink window in the middle). This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate mammogram in exchange for advertising.

Here's the web site! Pass it along to people you know.

www.thebreastcancersite.com AGAIN, PLEASE TELL 10 FRIENDS TO TELL 10 TODAY
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Time:10:49 pm.
^ how compatible with you are me?

me and jacob: 61% similar, 74% complementary
sam: 59% similar, 83% complementary
mike: 82% similar, 67% complementary
ali: 92% similar, 72% complementary
alli: 70% similar, 88% complementary
dara: 53% similar, 75% complementary

not surprising that ali and i = the same person :)
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Time:9:56 pm.
manintheblackvan: my vietnam paper apparently Ms. Talus loved, she gave me a 92 but it was such crap
LIZZIL: yeah?
manintheblackvan: like I can honestly crap a better paper
manintheblackvan: like give me a vietnam textbook to eat
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Time:9:50 pm.
Mood: giddy.
Dear Liz,

you will need to fill out a regular staff application form. you can easily do it online or fill it out on paper and send it in. whichever is easier for you. i am looking forward to getting that.

Scott M. Elliot
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Time:9:26 pm.
In his memoirs, A World Transformed , written more than five years ago, George Bush, Sr. wrote the following to explain why he didn't go after Saddam Hussein at the end of the Gulf War: "Trying to eliminate Saddam ... would have incurred incalculable human and political costs. Apprehending him was probably impossible ... We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq ...there was no viable "exit strategy" we could see, violating another of our principles. Furthermore, we had been self-consciously trying to set a pattern for handling aggression in the post-Cold War world. Going in and occupying Iraq, thus unilaterally exceeding the United Nations' mandate, would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression that we hoped to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the United States could conceivably still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land." If only his son could read.
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2003

Subject:t.s. elliot
Time:9:12 am.
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but with a whimper
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Monday, November 3rd, 2003

Time:2:08 pm.
et cependant je l'aime...
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Saturday, October 25th, 2003

Time:11:53 pm.
hysterical chaos
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2003

Time:11:06 pm.
thedancingcookie: i was just walking home and i was like "those funny boys"
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Saturday, October 18th, 2003

Time:12:19 am.
religions my beliefs are most like:

1. Unitarian Universalism (100%)
2. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (87%) (this doesnt fit in!)
3. Liberal Quakers (87%)
4. Theravada Buddhism (86%)
5. Neo-Pagan (86%)
6. Secular Humanism (83%)
7. New Age (82%)
8. Mahayana Buddhism (75%)
9. Reform Judaism (61%)
10. Nontheist (57%)
11. Jainism (56%)
12. New Thought (56%)
13. Bahá'í Faith (54%)
14. Orthodox Quaker (50%)
15. Sikhism (49%)
16. Taoism (49%)
17. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (48%)
18. Scientology (46%)
19. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (44%)
20. Hinduism (41%)
21. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (39%)
22. Orthodox Judaism (38%)
23. Jehovah's Witness (33%)
24. Islam (27%)
25. Seventh Day Adventist (25%)
26. Eastern Orthodox (15%)
27. Roman Catholic (15%)

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Subject:english hw
Time:12:03 am.
~> guess the allegory, win a prize <~

{ The experience of strong emotion(s) and their impact on you, expressed in metaphorical terms}

Little Benny stared up into the endless sky, watching the white flakes spiral downward. He stuck his tongue out to catch a snowflake, and giggled when they instead landed on his eyelashes and nose. He bounded through snowdrifts, crying out gleefully when he sunk waist-deep. The extreme chill in the air couldn’t penetrate his warm heart—it was December 24th! Christmas Eve! It was Benny’s ninth Christmas, now made perfect by the icy precipitation swiftly falling from the sky.
On his way home, Benny took his mommy’s hand and skipped home, cheerful despite being cut short of his playtime. He babbled on and on about Christmas, and how excited he was. Benny was just happy to have the whole day with his mommy, because she usually worked a lot. But Christmas was special! The whole day had an enchanted feeling, with the world silenced by the blanket of white covering the streets. That night, his whole family trimmed their tree together. They wrapped the tree with sparkling lights, hung up shiny balls and sweet candy canes, and added a picture of the family to the top, surrounded by tinsel. To 4-foot Benny, their Christmas tree was majestic and powerful, standing there in their living room. Its earthy fragrance permeated the whole house, heightening the magical anticipation Benny already felt.
“Christmas is the most bestest day of the year!!” Benny exclaimed to his 12-year old sister. She rolled her eyes at his grammar but hugged him closely. Benny thought she hadn’t been as nice to their parents since she started junior high, but she was still nice to Benny—she even shared her candy with him. “And the bestest part of Christmas,” Benny continued, “is Santa Clause. He’s just about the coolest guy in the world! Can you believe he goes to EVERY house with kids who celebrate Christmas in ONE NIGHT? And carries toys for ALL of them in that one sleigh? Santa is so cool.” Benny couldn’t go on, for his admiration of that jolly saint overwhelmed him.
That night, Benny’s parents tucked him in together and each read him one of his favorite stories. This was unusual for Benny’s parents because they fought a lot, and usually one was too busy to tuck him in. but on Christmas, everything was magical. They knew it was hard for him to sleep because of the excitement of Christmas, so they rubbed his back for an extra long time before he fell asleep. Benny drifted off to sleep in warm, drowsy satisfaction, completely content with his world, dreaming of Santa.
Several hours later, Benny woke in his soft, warm bed, because he thought he heard voices. There they were again! There was laughter, too, and the voices sounded really familiar. When Benny realized they were coming from the living room and he heard the word “presents,” a great thought occurred to Benny—maybe it was Santa! In fact, it MUST be Santa. Who else would be talking about presents, near a Christmas tree, on Christmas Eve??? Benny just HAD to go see Santa!! His heart nearly exploded out of his chest with excitement as he crept down the long hallway between his room and the living room. When he got there, he squeezed his eyes shut tight and peeked his head around the wall, then, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, opened his eyes wide, expecting to see a man with a long, white beard, and big jiggling stomach, and round rosy cheeks paired with a huge grin. Instead, he saw his parents! Under the tree, beautifully wrapped presents were piled high. But Santa was nowhere to be found! With a mounting disappointment, Benny realized Santa must have come already. Benny was very, very sad. He was turning around to go back to bed before his parents saw him when his parents started talking again.
“When do you think we should tell Benny the truth about Santa?” He heard his mom say. “I mean, it’s about time that Benny knew that Santa isn’t real.”
Benny’s parents continued talking, but Benny no longer heard anything they said; her last words were resonating in his head, warped and twisted and as confused as Benny was. Santa…not real? Benny was shocked. He had never considered this a possibility. Numbly, he walked to his room, hoping to get into bed and fall asleep and wake up, realizing it was all a dream. But when he pulled his covers over him, he realized his bed was cold and stiff, devoid of any comfort. The cold was too real for him to fall asleep, and he realized the “bestest” part of the year was fake. The realization dawned on him with a crushing weight, pushing on his chest as if he couldn’t breathe and numbing his mind. He argued with himself in his head, trying to convince himself it must be a misunderstanding, a mistake. After all, Christmas was so special, so much better than the rest of the year, when his family fought, he didn’t get presents, and no one had time to play with him. And Santa was the man who made it all possible! Could it really be true that Santa didn’t exist? The one thing he really believed in was a sham? Benny spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, miserable.
In the morning, he awoke and remembered it was Christmas, and his heart soared. Then he remembered the events of the night before and was devastated all over again. He tried one more time to pretend it wasn’t real, and wandered into the living room to see if his family was up and ready to open presents. They were, so he joined them on the floor, and was smiling again, convinced Santa WAS real.
Benny opened his biggest present first. It was huge fire truck, almost as long as his leg! It was shiny and new and bright red, just like the real ones. It had a button you could press to hear the siren, and wheels that spun smoothly across the floor. He was joyful again, throughout the rest of his family’s present time.
Afterwards, Benny remembered his fun day in the snow and asked his mommy to take him out. She shooed him away and said she was too busy—she needed to cook for the big Christmas dinner that night. He heard her arguing with his daddy in the kitchen, so he asked his sister instead. He was sure she’d take him, since she was so nice to him and WAS Christmas. But when he found her, she was on the phone with a friend and had no time for him either. Sadly, Benny went to sit on their stoop, the furthest he was allowed to go alone, to watch the happy people and the snow.
The snow was falling lightly, and Benny was happy again just to sit and catch snowflakes off his stoop. When some older boys walked by, he asked them to play with him. They laughed at Benny, but then asked him his name. When Benny told them, they laughed more and commented on what a baby name it was. They teased him some more, and finally one of them said, “Hey Benny, do you think Santa is real? Guess what—he’s NOT! Merry Christmas!” They walked away, laughing.
This time Benny knew it must be true. His chest felt constricted and he had trouble breathing. Out of shock, he didn’t move, he jut kept watching the people and the snow. But soon the snow stopped, and he realized most of the snowdrifts were dirty anyway. Near the street it was dirty because of the cars, and on the sidewalk it was yellow. The cars were loud, too, with all their honking and screeching tires. Billy’s misery was not helped by this terrible atmosphere, so he went back inside.
But in his house, people were fighting too. So Benny took his new fire truck into his room, and cheered up a little by zooming it all around his room. In the heat of an emergency scene, he crashed it into his bedpost. A wheel spin off and long scratch tarnished the previously shiny new finish. Benny began to cry, realizing just how terrible his Christmas was turning out. His sister walked in, and said “Benny! What’s wrong? I thought Christmas was the ‘bestest’ day of the year!!”
“I DON’T WANT TO BE CALLED BENNY ANYMORE!” he yelled, getting angry in embarrassment of his tears. “It’s a babyish name! My name is Ben, just Ben!” he slammed the door on his surprised sister and wiped his tears. “This whole day is stupid!” he cried, kicking his new fire truck. In fact, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. “Sure, Christmas seems sooo great…but Santa’s not even real, so Christmas can’t be either! I mean, the stupid snow gets dirty, the toys break, the tree dies, and people start fighting once it’s over! I HATE Christmas!” Ben kept yelling to himself.
The next year, Ben didn’t play in the snow. He didn’t take pleasure in the daylong good moods of his parents and sister. He didn’t help decorate the tree, and he didn’t rejoice when he opened his presents. The joy of Christmas was lost without Santa Clause. After all, Santa Clause was the glue that held the magic of Christmas together. And when that glue was gone, Christmas fell apart.
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Friday, October 17th, 2003

Time:12:13 pm.
whats the difference between a fenway park hot dog and yankee stadium hot dog?
they dont sell fenway park dogs in october.

hahahaha....ok guys i actually watched last night, from the point it became tied to the end...well actually i fell asleep and woke up when they scored the final home room cause my parents were screaming. it was so much fun :) it's not that i wish i was following the whole thing but it's always nice to have a team to cheer for...and my daddy was so happy
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Thursday, October 16th, 2003

Time:2:13 pm.
is anyone going to 6 flags fright fest with our gradE?
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Tuesday, October 14th, 2003

Time:10:59 pm.
crazy crazy crazy...

~> and fiona said it best--
i wouldnt know what to do with a gentle voice, it'd roll right past me

2 games in a row, clearly im on fire--but something's lacking. do i smell a conspiracy? i think ill still be SiCK tomorrow

and i was thinking...if i'm not SLed anymore, do i still get to be in SLTU?
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Time:2:40 pm.
i <3 apathetic obscurity
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Monday, October 13th, 2003

Time:10:49 pm.
does anyone have the new dido CD or the all american rejects CD?
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Friday, October 10th, 2003

Time:1:18 pm.
thanks for all the pirate jokes guys
my new fav. one is
why does a pirate go on vacation?
to get some ARRRR and ARRR!

at lunch i was trying to explain to ema and madie how much i love psychotic little kids and i couldn't convey the hilarity of little molly...god it made me miss daycamp so much. everything about it.
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Thursday, October 9th, 2003

Time:2:34 pm.
Mood: amused.
jordan and i wanted to tell a pirate joke in euro today and mr snook said the fact that i wanted to tell a joke was hilarious in itself bc i am always looking at him sternly in class and he's afraid to digress because i might get mad at him

who's a pirate's favorite humanist? petrARRRch!

(pirate jokes crack me up...it's my new favorite game)
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2003

Time:6:25 pm.
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Wednesday, October 1st, 2003

Time:9:49 am.
"Apparently Arnold was inspired by President Bush, who proved you can be a successful politician in this country even if English is your second language." -- Conan O'Brien

"President Bush has been silent on Schwarzenegger. Of course, he can't pronounce Schwarzenegger." -- David Letterman

"Some good news for the economy. President Bush went on a month-long vacation." -- Jay Leno

"The United States is putting together a Constitution now for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours? It's served us well for 200 years, and we don't appear to be using it anymore. So what the hell?" -- Jay Leno
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Tuesday, September 30th, 2003

Subject:if you know what this means please tell me...you know who you are
Time:1:55 pm.
im having such a twelve day
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Monday, September 29th, 2003

Subject:SAT word inspiration
Time:6:12 pm.
i would very much like to carouse with my friends in Little Italy in a few weeks :)
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Time:2:38 pm.
today i saw a little kid in packer wearing a camp jewell shirt and i was like HAHA we stole stuff from you
and last night dara and i had such a classic daralizzie moment. i got trememndously overexcited about something trivial and dara totally didnt care. it was great!! and im sorry dara but im just not REaDy yet!
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Sunday, September 28th, 2003

Time:9:00 pm.
LIZZIL: were you THERE? at a RES camp activity? hahaha
Dropkick HC: heavens no
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Time:8:52 pm.
<td bgcolor="#000000">Your band name is:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Cup This Empty Heart in Your Hands</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">You sound like:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Thursday</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">You will be signed to:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Tooth & Nail Records</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Your emo lyrics are:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">"Pardon me while I soak my collar with my tears"</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Username:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"></td></tr>
What is your emo band name? by spiralinghalo
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

hahaha, what a crazy fucked up world it is when i get thursday and sam gets senses fail
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