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  <title>Let me...entertain you.</title>
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  <updated>2008-10-11T13:29:14Z</updated>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-10-11T06:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-11T13:29:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-11T13:29:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Although in all seriousness, I'm not sure if I've ever "come out" to this extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a feminine genderqueer pansexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew early in life, say, about seven years old, that I was attracted to both sexes. I didn't know until middle school that it was considered a bad thing, and I found out the hard way freshman year of high school. It took me 'til mid sophomore year to accept and embrace myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be more attracted to masculine looking people, and therefore am pretty much able to pass for heterosexual to anyone who doesn't know me. But it is not something I vie for, because I am not ashamed of my sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identifying with the LGBT movement has changed my life in so many ways. It has enabled me to pursue activism to its fullest, lobbying assemblymembers and senators and protesting on my state capitol. It has taught me tolerance, acceptance, and love. Not only for my fellow man, but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been painful. It was painful to come out to "friends" and have them think it was a bit 'weird'. It was painful to endure insults about my sexuality and the imperfection of my body in the showers just because my two friends were open lesbians. It was painful getting shoved down the hallways with snide remarks before I learned to carry myself with pride. It was painful to live with unrequited love for my best female friend and feel frightened to even express it to anyone for a year still being uncomfortable with myself. It IS painful everyday to see evidence of homophobia in our society, whether it is a clear as a man in a devil suit holding a sign saying "Fags go to hell", or as vague as a nicely worded proposition trying to take away our civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Courtney, and I am a genderqueer pansexual. And I am proud to say that to you today. I am also proud to call you my friends.</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-09-22T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T06:52:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T06:52:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Welcome to my thoughts, age 5 to 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I left a note on Laura's desk&lt;br /&gt;It said I love you signed anonymous friend&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she's smarter than I thought she was&lt;br /&gt;She knows I wrote it, now the whole class does too&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alone during couple skate&lt;br /&gt;When she skates by with some guy on her arm&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'll forget the look of pity in her face&lt;br /&gt;When I'm living in my solar dome on a platform in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna be the future soon&lt;br /&gt;And I won't always be this way&lt;br /&gt;When the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be the future soon&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it quite so clear&lt;br /&gt;And when my heart is breaking I can close my eyes and it's already here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be some kind of scientist&lt;br /&gt;Building inventions in my space lab in space&lt;br /&gt;I'll end world hunger I'll make dolphins speak&lt;br /&gt;Work through the daytime, spend my nights and weekends&lt;br /&gt;Perfecting my warrior robot race&lt;br /&gt;Building them one laser gun at a time&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to teach them&lt;br /&gt;About life and what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can keep them from destroying the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna be the future soon&lt;br /&gt;And I won't always be this way&lt;br /&gt;When the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be the future soon&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it quite so clear&lt;br /&gt;And when my heart is breaking I can close my eyes and it's already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on Earth they'll wonder&lt;br /&gt;As I piece by piece replace myself&lt;br /&gt;And the steel and circuits will make me whole&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Until Laura calls me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see her standing by the monorail&lt;br /&gt;She'll look the same except for bionic eyes&lt;br /&gt;She lost the real ones in the robot wars&lt;br /&gt;I'll say I'm sorry, she'll say it's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll eye me suspiciously&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the whir of the servos inside&lt;br /&gt;She will scream and try to run&lt;br /&gt;But there's nowhere she can hide&lt;br /&gt;When a crazy cyborg wants to make you his robot bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's gonna be the future soon&lt;br /&gt;And I won't always be this way&lt;br /&gt;When the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be the future soon&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it quite so clear&lt;br /&gt;And when my heart is breaking I can close my eyes and it's already here</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-09-21T11:08:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-21T18:13:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T18:13:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever get a glimpse of the person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get discouraged when you realized how very far you are from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-09-11T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T07:02:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T07:02:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm tired, but I'd like to take a moment to be publicly grateful for all I have.</content>
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    <title>'Cause I'm super cool.</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T03:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T03:23:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone has things they don't blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on lima beans, favorite type of underwear, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are screened. Names will not be used.</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-08-31T14:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-31T21:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-31T21:59:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Post&amp;nbsp; coming tonight. :D</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-08-22T09:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T16:55:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T16:55:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My driving appointment is in Fullerton next Friday.&amp;nbsp; Then I will be licensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.</content>
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    <title>I've most assuredly done this already.</title>
    <published>2008-08-10T02:18:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T02:18:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ten Things I Love That Start With the Letter H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hot food (as in spicy)&lt;br /&gt;2) Hair.  On the head and face.  And the play, although I'm pretty unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;3) Helen Reddy.  SCREW YOU, I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;4) Heart.  Oooh, barracuda.&lt;br /&gt;5) Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;6) House M.D.&lt;br /&gt;7) Hammer, Captain&lt;br /&gt;8) Horrible, Doctor&lt;br /&gt;9) Hamming it up.&lt;br /&gt;10) Humming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list ten things you love that begin with that letter. Afterward, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.)</content>
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    <title>Sorry.</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T12:39:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T12:39:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should know better than to post in my late-night stressouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep off the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, lookit this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080707/ts_nm/italy_strike_dc"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080707/ts_nm/italy_strike_dc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it only lasts the 24 hours it's expected to.</content>
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    <title>Stupid.</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T00:14:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T00:14:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always think the problem is other people, but no, just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lying here, stressing, crying, for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to think of a way to phrase things, but it always comes out to, "blah blah blah I'm still miserable even though my life is wonderful and I am a spoiled little brat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of me.</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-06-30T01:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T23:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T23:23:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done. Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.&lt;br /&gt;1. Played Curly the lost boy in the play Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Had sex while watching Borat.&amp;nbsp; (I know, right?&amp;nbsp; BTW, Leif not included)&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the Colosseum Saturday.&amp;nbsp; (CHEAPSHOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Underline the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and find out who hasn't read what and force books upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R. Tolkien (some of it)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Harry Potter series - J.K. Rowling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bible - various&amp;nbsp; (some)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Complete Works of Shakespeare (er, a lot?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;i&gt;Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;i&gt;War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&amp;nbsp; (some of it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;i&gt;Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;b&gt;Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;b&gt;Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;i&gt;David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;i&gt;The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;i&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;b&gt;Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;b&gt;Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lord of the Flies - William Golding&amp;nbsp; (I can never get through the whole thing, but I will, one day.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51.&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;i&gt;Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;b&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;b&gt;Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;i&gt;Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;b&gt;Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;b&gt;Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;b&gt;The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;i&gt;Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&amp;nbsp; (No, but I have read The Rose and the Ring, which is amazing.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Possession - A.S. Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;b&gt;A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;b&gt;The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;i&gt;The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;i&gt;Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;b&gt;Charlotte's Web - E.B. White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;i&gt;Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97.&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;b&gt;Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;i&gt;Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Thirtyish?&amp;nbsp; I miss reading more often.&amp;nbsp; I forgot how enamored of books I was until I borrowed a couple of books from the bitch I went to Rome with.</content>
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    <title>You know how I said I wouldn't do those big, fat, long posts anymore?</title>
    <published>2008-06-22T23:43:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-22T23:43:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I lied.  One big, fat, long post coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not tonight.  I'm too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posting to let MI know what a fab job they did with their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to send all my love to my friends Bill, Jordana, Cheryl, Alicia, Emily, Crystal, Jess, Aleah, Alice Lauren "Shevaun", Brandon, Dolly, Jesse, Poncho, Laura (and gang), Leif, Tricia, Danielle, Deb, Tracy, Paco, Heather, Brendan, Anne, Steffan, James, Sarah Sarandon, Lex, and Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alphabetical order of LJ names.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night folks.  &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Oh, for fuck's sake</title>
    <published>2008-06-16T00:18:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T00:18:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I will ram this computer in the nearest orifice of the next person who wakes me up at 2AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I CANNOT go back to sleep.  And I have class at 8.  45 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honest mistakes I don't mind (lockout, accidentally knocking something over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're drunk and hanging right outside my window, I hope you like the rectangular peg being shoved into the tiny circular hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Courtney</content>
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    <title>Just a taste.</title>
    <published>2008-06-15T01:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T01:52:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Warning: haven't even uploaded half of my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0725.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0725.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festival for Saint Anthony.  A lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0763.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0732.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0736.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0736.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0735.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty houses.  Look at the TONS of laundry on clotheslines.  EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0737.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0737.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0739.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0739.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0747.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0764.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0768.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0768.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portovenere from all different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0741.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0742.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0760.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants and bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0749.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/IMG_0749.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island tour.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-05-24T13:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T20:17:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T20:17:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm exhausted, I'm in pain, but hell, who's happy to be alive today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEEE.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything bad sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But everything else is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have such good friends, and such a wonderful lover, I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even considering some of the things that make me sad, like my grandpa's illness, I've been lucky for nineteen years to know a soul like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma gonna try to work out today.  We'll see how that works out.  (Haw haw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone!  Have a wunnerful day!</content>
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    <title>Mah feesh babiez</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T02:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T02:09:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leif and I went pet shopping.  And by pets I mean fish.  Which are really cheater pets, but whatever.  I was super dorking out because I love couple-y things like that.  I think he was probably a little embarrassed of me at one point, but he forgot his wallet in the car, so I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/Lint/-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hey.</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T03:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T03:34:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a brilliant, creative soul capable of sustaining myself through my own thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, I'm far too dependent on the company and reassurance that other humans bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel emotionally disconnected from a good portion of my friends.  This is in no way to accuse any one person from being distant, I'm just far more needy than I ought to be.  People seem to pull back when I touch them, or they consider my desires to hang out as silly and not entirely genuine.  I know that this is most likely a product of my paranoid and delusional mind, especially that I'm not as active as I'd like to be.  But even if they are pulling away, maybe they're doing a favor.  Maybe they're intentionally trying to get me to stand on my own two feet.  And it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it didn't have to coincide with my mother's deliberate distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than her "double life", although she's become more secretive than I care for recently.  And defensive.  I wish I could tell her that I know, but then she'd think I'd been snooping.  But I think she's just trying to push me out of the nest, but here's the thing: I'm already making attempts to get out.  My date to move out is January 2009, I'll be getting my license in late July, so on and so forth.  So I kinda would like more of her support.  Or at least being here for Mother's Day.  Everyone's off doing stuff with their moms, I left messages for her and my stepmom in Arizona, Karen.  Brendan and his mom, Lisa, very kindly offered for me to go with them, but I'd rather not interfere on other people's family time.  Couldn't she and Greg go down to Vegas NEXT weekend, and screw random girls off of Myspace then?  Fuck, I don't know anymore.  I wish Leif didn't have to work today.  Besides being one of my best friends, he really has become like family to me.  I know it hasn't been long, but he just feels like home.  Warm, accepting, stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm being ungrateful.  When I finally did get ahold of my stepmother, she talked about how she took my cousin Jordan to go visit aunt Barbara at the cemetery because Jordan had expressed a desire to see her mom.  And I know many people who don't have their mothers today, and my deepest sympathies go out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just overly emotional for whatever reasons.  Just anything could set me off right now.  I'll be better later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Courtney</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-05-06T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T18:34:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T18:34:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All else is petty and unimportant nonsense.</content>
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    <title>Apologies.</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T03:26:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T03:26:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would like to apologize if my last entry was too whiny and ungrateful.  Rest assured, I love my mother very much and I'm pretty sure her oversight was an honest mistake.  And I appreciate her and Greg buying the tickets in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't mean to imply MI is an obligation for me.  On the contrary, MI is my source of fun, it's my awesome responsibility.  To those of you who offered to cover for me, I highly appreciate the offers and YOU, because you both are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing to do the show instead of the concert because I view MI as my family, and as they were there for me at my aunt's death and so many other occasions, I would like to be there for them, and be a dependable cast member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little moody, most of it hormones, some of it situational.  But then I remember how lucky I am and how very much I have going for me, and I am comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, all of my friends: You have just as much, if not more going for you and you're all beautiful, amazing individuals going through troubles you don't deserve, or you're stuck in lots you didn't ask for.  Take solace in the fact you're amazing and you have the wherewithal to change everything you want to about your life, it'll just take time.  I have complete confidence in each and every one of you.  Keep your chins up and press on, you have the world at your fingertips.</content>
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    <title>blech pain</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T05:18:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T05:18:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm trying to ignore the agony of my stomach curling in on itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to mildly suffocate myself with a pillow until I fall asleep.</content>
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    <title>Nineteen is such a loooooser birthday.</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T15:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T15:42:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But it's still mine and I appreciate each and every person who's made it awesome even before it happened.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/16/89 - to infinity and beyond!</content>
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    <title>Things to be grateful for.</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T16:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T16:05:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm grateful for Ace, who helped me move out of my dorm and without whom I'd be carpool-less.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm thankful for my mom, who is immeasurably strong and nurturing.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am glad that I have a new, juanderful roommate who's extremely cool and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm thankful to my mom and stepfather for the emotional and financial support through college. (respectively)&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm grateful to have a semi-interesting and well paying job.&lt;br /&gt;6. If I must feel absolutely emotionless when it comes to romantic prospects, then I'm very grateful that I'm single and have all the time I need to work out the matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm happy I've decided my major for good.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm grateful for modern medicine helping me out in my time of need.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm really, REALLY glad that my dog isn't dead like I dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm thankful for the opportunity my cast managers are providing me this weekend.  It'll be my first time as Janet, much sooner than I anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;BONUS:&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm grateful to Mark, Colleen, and Brandon for somehow scoring us a gorgeous theatre.</content>
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    <title>I'M THE MAN.</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T03:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T03:45:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No, literally.  I just got a job with the University Police Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shirts and a hoodie to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah!</content>
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    <title>Might as well spam you guys too.</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T03:40:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T03:40:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One of my favorite live versions of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all to my dear friends, who, like I, are still looking for somebody to love.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>thequirkywoman @ 2008-01-09T00:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T09:00:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-09T09:00:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wgsBFri/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wgsBFri/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that damn thing?!  I love it.  I came really close to choosing the rainbow one though.  But then my friend Phil's voice stepped into my mind.  "Courtney, you're so gay you puke rainbows.  The only thing that stops you is that whole having sex with women thing."  Hey, in my defense, I've never found a willing woman.  So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.  Yay, weight loss!  Yay frogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check up on my progress if I forget to post it too, the PIN is "dammitjanet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?</content>
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