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  <title>hai guyz i got da crack!~</title>
  <subtitle>Jess</subtitle>
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    <name>Jess</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-27T00:30:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:12808</id>
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    <title>pete_meister @ 2009-08-26T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T00:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T00:30:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey, wanna still have me a as a friend and keep up with the jones-es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_franzfergidon' lj:user='franzfergidon' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://franzfergidon.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://franzfergidon.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;franzfergidon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:12683</id>
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    <title>okay okay</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T21:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T21:43:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>modest mouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">necesito hablar en espa&amp;ntilde;ol. es necesario. :/ &lt;br /&gt;pero, no s&amp;eacute;, tengo miedo porque yo s&amp;eacute; que mi gram&amp;aacute;tica es muy mala. jaja... y... no s&amp;eacute; muchas palabras que puedo usar a hablar. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;aacute;s temprano, yo estaba llorando... porque estoy estupida a veces. Y... llor&amp;eacute; tanto que quer&amp;iacute;a vomitar. Bleh... pero yo no necesit&amp;eacute;. TENGO LA SUERTE? (Yeah&amp;nbsp;YAY, no me gusta... vomitando. o v&amp;oacute;mito... en general XD) Pero, creo que llor&amp;eacute; tanto porque estoy triste (duh...) pero no s&amp;eacute;, estoy triste para las cosas que no son importante. Hay personas que no conozco... bien o a todos, y los dejo (err... tratando a decir que &amp;quot;i let them&amp;quot;) y sus opiniones me hacen triste y enojada. Pero... ya sabes eso... err bien si ha leido mi &amp;uacute;ltimo post. jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y... Sabes que yo no supe c&amp;oacute;mo usar la palabra &amp;quot;haber&amp;quot; porque yo nunca aprend&amp;iacute;a... porque en mi clase de espa&amp;ntilde;ol III... nos nunca hice nada... y ahorita yo s&amp;eacute; que estoy patadas a m&amp;iacute; mismo (kicking myself?) porque en espa&amp;ntilde;ol IV, tuvo muchos problemas con gram&amp;aacute;tica y escribiendo y hablando... grr, pero si no tuvo est&amp;aacute; clase de espa&amp;ntilde;ol, yo nunca conocer&amp;iacute;a mi mejor amiga (!!!!)&amp;nbsp;Y... err, pues creo que estoy feliz porque si no tuvo esa clase, ser&amp;iacute;a m&amp;aacute;s triste que estoy? (This is kinda confusing me... to write that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:12278</id>
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    <title>está lluviendo...</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T18:29:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T21:25:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>baddie's boogie por bbyshmblz en mi CABEZA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Y pues, me gusta la lluvia, porque la necesitamos... &lt;br /&gt;Espero que est&amp;eacute; usando 'la' correctamente. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, pues, la practica hace la perfecci&amp;oacute;n... s&amp;iacute;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es el d&amp;iacute;a de dedicaci&amp;oacute;n a Babyshambles.. y creo que fue la idea de Ana (lo siento, pero tu nombre no puede tener dos n's!! xD), y dije que participar&amp;iacute;a. Pero, eh... no me gusta Babyshambles como el a&amp;ntilde;o pasado, porque estaba enamorada de Pete Doherty! Y ahora... no s&amp;eacute;... por qu&amp;eacute; lo am&amp;eacute; mucho. Creo que estaba una loca, jeje... err, bien pero, para todos de m&amp;iacute; obsesiones... estaba una loca por alguien en... cualquiera obsesi&amp;oacute;n yo ten&amp;iacute;a. (Como... Paul McCartney, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, Freddie Mercury, Richard O'Brien, Joe Strummer, Mick Jones...) Yo s&amp;eacute; que yo estoy una chica muy triste, rofl. jajaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, necesito ducharme ahora. Creo que la lluvia ha dejado...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:11947</id>
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    <title>actualizando en español de nuevo!</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T17:00:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T17:00:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nada</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Anoche, yo mir&amp;eacute; &lt;em&gt;There Will Be Blood&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(una pelicula con Daniel Day Lewis sobre petr&amp;oacute;leo) por la televisi&amp;oacute;n... y hoy, estaria miro la de nuevo! Porque... me gusta mucho, creo que la pelicula fue muy bueno y que Lewis amerit&amp;oacute; el Oscar para Best Actor... (no s&amp;eacute; si &amp;quot;ameritar&amp;quot; es la palabra correcta :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego, voy a escribir m&amp;aacute;s...&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:11605</id>
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    <title>blah blah blah mi español es muy malo...</title>
    <published>2009-05-24T19:39:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-24T23:47:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nothing.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">pues, m&amp;iacute; vida es muy aburrida ahora... &lt;br /&gt;a&amp;uacute;n necesito ayudar a limpiar m&amp;iacute; casa pero no quiero... porque tengo un dolor de cabeza, estomago y piernas. so... estoy escribiendo por livejournal, porque no actualic&amp;eacute; por... dos meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayer, yo fui a la 'baby shower' para vanesa... porque ella est&amp;aacute; embarazada hoy... y ella est&amp;aacute; debe para 29 de julio... (solo 3 d&amp;iacute;as despu&amp;eacute;s de m&amp;iacute;o x3). y entonces, nada. yo fue con ella y su familia a su casa, pero... no s&amp;eacute;, cuando estoy con ellos... son muy diferente que m&amp;iacute; familia... me siento como una parte de su familia, pero con m&amp;iacute; familia no es lo mismo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, yo s&amp;eacute; que mi espa&amp;ntilde;ol es muy malo... pero necesito practicar so, espero que pueda comprender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la practica hace la perfecci&amp;oacute;n, &amp;iquest;verdad?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:10827</id>
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    <title>pete_meister @ 2009-02-03T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-04T03:23:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T03:23:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i cannot explain happiness.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:9887</id>
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    <title>Happy Christmas everyone.</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T00:03:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T00:03:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I realize I don't update like I should... I don't know what I want to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:9045</id>
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    <title>omfg</title>
    <published>2008-11-16T14:35:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-16T15:14:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lycanthropy (album) - patrick wolf</lj:music>
    <content type="html">pictures from halloween. late i know, but still. i haven't had a lot of time lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/zomgjonesy/Picture274.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/zomgjonesy/Picture273.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/zomgjonesy/Picture271.jpg" alt="" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i am so excited to be almost done with american govt. :) i'm finishing that class today. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'll post a true journal later cos it'll be friends locked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>:(</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T10:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T10:57:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the dishwasher</lj:music>
    <content type="html">school is fuckin exhausting :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:8218</id>
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    <title>I don't know what to think anymore...</title>
    <published>2008-10-05T02:23:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T02:23:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>(What's The Story) Morning Glory? - Oasis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Took the SAT&amp;nbsp;today. THAT WAS TERRIBLY EXCITING. BEST THREE HOURS AND FORTY FIVE MINUTES EVER.&lt;br /&gt;God. It was horrible. Stupid songs I&amp;nbsp;don't like kept getting stuck in my head, so I&amp;nbsp;was forced to lose some concentration to get DPT or The Strokes in my head. It was... crazy. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, I&amp;nbsp;had a really strange dream involving two of my friends last night. And they're both younger than me. Why do I have to be hanging out with juniors my senior year? Haha. It's weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But like, I can't hang out with Tina and Chelsea and Becky much anymore. They're like... all... supa-anime, like I'm sure they've always been but now they're like, tighter. And I'm like, no, I don't like anime. Cos like, I never really have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I was talking with my friend before we took the test. I&amp;nbsp;told her I&amp;nbsp;wanted to be crackwhore skinny... I'm afraid people are gonna start worrying about me. But... I want to be really skinny. That's the thing. But... yeah, I'm not. So. THAT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, life goes on, and I'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been like... kinda hectic. I&amp;nbsp;guess? I can't remember what went on most of the days... I&amp;nbsp;know Wednesday I&amp;nbsp;had a test on The Prince. That was... kind of... annoying. Machiavelli is pretty odd. But I mean, yeah. And then Thursday and Friday I had a test on Heart of Darkness in AP&amp;nbsp;Lit. I'm honestly feeling really confident about that test. I wish I&amp;nbsp;could feel the same way about Spanish. :( I'm doing really bad in that class. I think I have a low C. But, I'm not, THAT worried about it. So long as my average final grade when I finish this year is a B, I&amp;nbsp;think I will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh so, like the next thing we read in AP Lit is 1984. The next thing I need to read for AP&amp;nbsp;Euro is Candide.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE THIS YEAR I GET TO READ CLASSIC BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean last school year, I had to read The Great Gatsby (I loved it, ended up having a dream where I was in love with F. Scott Fitzgerald once, it was kind of awkward.)... and The Catcher in the Rye, which I read like, two years before. I love Holden Caulfield. Aww. He's just so... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep biting my fingernails. &lt;br /&gt;I've got a problem, and I&amp;nbsp;can't sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I&amp;nbsp;need to be a bigger Oasis fan than I am. So I'm listening to What's The Story Morning Glory. Yup. Probably one of my favourite albums.</content>
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    <title>I thought this was sexy when I first saw it...</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T12:08:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T12:08:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>this fire (in my head) - franz ferdinand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/zomgjonesy/ftb.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone tell me that they agree. &lt;br /&gt;Hum, I need Franz Ferdinand OR somatt... icons. Damn. I listen to them to much for them not to have one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I do need a Strokes one too... I just... can't find where to get good ones. -thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should leave for school soon. &lt;br /&gt;I'LL WRITE A POST WORTH READING SOMETIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Creepy</title>
    <published>2008-09-21T03:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T03:50:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>clubfoot+private affair=my brain music.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I did a LOT today.&lt;br /&gt;I:&lt;br /&gt;-got work done for a research paper&lt;br /&gt;-walked around at a college I don't particularly like, AND got asked if I&amp;nbsp;knew where &amp;quot;Parking Garage A&amp;quot; was. (I politely told them as I was listening to Kasabian's Club Foot: &amp;quot;I don't go to school here.&amp;quot;)&lt;br /&gt;-bought both Franz Ferdinand albums (:DDDD), FOR LESS THAN 15 DOLLARS. SRSLY. ONE WAS $4.99, THE OTHER WAS $7.99.&lt;br /&gt;-bought The Prince (not because i wanted to, cos i had to XD)&lt;br /&gt;-got sunglasses like Carl's (oh yeah, me? so obsessed. totes. -rolls eyes- okay, maybe a little)&lt;br /&gt;-went to Park Ave CDs, bought the Virgins album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/zomgjonesy/l_5376c119a4337bba1abdac88cd2cf641.jpg" alt="" /&gt;(Although in that picture, I look idiotic.)&lt;br /&gt;-Got asked if I could get registered to vote (&amp;quot;I can't, I'm 17.&amp;quot;)&lt;br /&gt;-Met some Virgins-Stalkers/Fanboys (;D They were nice though. &amp;quot;We came all the way from Miami, we want to get our money's worth.&amp;quot;)&lt;br /&gt;-Took pictures with my cousin, and she's taller than me :( And younger. We were sitting listening to my iPod, I had her listen to Digsy's Dinner, and it's not just me who thinks Liam says lasagna funny. That makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>OH MY GOD LOL</title>
    <published>2008-09-16T02:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-16T02:57:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know love comes from the veins&lt;br /&gt;i know that your love; it comes from the veins&lt;br /&gt;i know your pain is all in vain &lt;br /&gt;cos you're love comes from the veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see your house and even your kid&lt;br /&gt;maybe some ex-model you did&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think they're too mean&lt;br /&gt;or how i could love you but you're green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it when i seen you there&lt;br /&gt;you've got your silly, unwashed, junkie hair&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help it, it don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;just like your tattoos and your rosary beads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know love comes from the veins&lt;br /&gt; i know that your love; it comes from the veins&lt;br /&gt; i know your pain is all in vain &lt;br /&gt; cos you're love comes from the veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:6747</id>
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    <title>i was cleaning out a drawer</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T17:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-14T17:05:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>somehow, infatuation by christina aguilera is in my head.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And I found a rosary. So I'm wearing it now.&lt;br /&gt;And wtf, I've had a bunch of dreams lately involving Peter&amp;nbsp;Doherty.&lt;br /&gt;Weird... Like, just really weird.&lt;br /&gt;One I&amp;nbsp;was looking through a magazine and there was something about him (kinda lame...), one I&amp;nbsp;got into trouble (cos I&amp;nbsp;was driving a car, without a seatbelt, and I didn't have a license... and I&amp;nbsp;made too wide of a turn and I&amp;nbsp;dropped off the highway. SRSLY. It was scary.) and somehow... he was able to convince the people that I&amp;nbsp;didn't need to be there.&amp;nbsp;(That was is lol-worthy. I&amp;nbsp;couldn't EVER see that happening in real life.) And then he told me I owed him. Faaair  ;D And I think I&amp;nbsp;had one last night, I&amp;nbsp;just can't remember what.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:6619</id>
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    <title>I don't know what to think.</title>
    <published>2008-09-10T11:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T11:18:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">See, a friend that I met near the beginning of like... March this year... sent me a message on Myspace yesterday saying &amp;quot;You dyed your hair!&amp;quot; Only less literate. I was like, &amp;quot;Yes I&amp;nbsp;did.&amp;quot; So that called for her response &amp;quot;That's crazy. You looked better as a blonde.&amp;quot; (Again only less literate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I wouldn't've minded if she said, &amp;quot;I liked you better as a blonde.&amp;quot; Because that's opinion, but because she made that statement... I&amp;nbsp;don't know what to think and it's been bugging me since then. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I also had a dream last night, where I was singing I Wish by Babyshambles and there was someone with headphones and all of a sudden, I took the headphones off the person and it was I Wish. HA. Stupid dreams.</content>
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    <title>i need more user pics, lol...</title>
    <published>2008-09-01T04:10:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-01T10:40:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BUT WHO?&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was barely productive. I really should go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;But, I&amp;nbsp;recorded a really lo-fi version of UnBiloTitled with just my guitar. And myself, singing. &lt;br /&gt;People seem to like it? &lt;br /&gt;But, I don't know if any of you guys have heard it, so I'm gonna post the link here, maybe you can check it out&lt;br /&gt;Cos I would like, really appreciate it? &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/fsfmre"&gt;www.sendspace.com/file/fsfmre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... OH. &lt;br /&gt;Last.fm randomly loved Hard To Be You (Song For Carl)... by the Charlatans. I don't know if I should be worried, cos I have only listened to it once. And like, if it starts knowing that I love Carl, isn't that a bit odd? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing community service tomorrow. Actually, in like 8 hours. I should go sleep. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't really want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>rather depressing poem in spanish...</title>
    <published>2008-08-29T03:25:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-29T03:25:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the fan.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I came up with it in a few minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo voy a ver en mi espejo&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver cosas que no me gustan&lt;br /&gt;Mi cara, mis ojos, mi pelo rojo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iquest;Qu&amp;eacute; puedo gustar?&lt;br /&gt;Nada, y creo que si necesito cambiar&lt;br /&gt;Todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll translate if you wish.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:5775</id>
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    <title>I can't stop...</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T22:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T22:41:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Listening to Oasis. Seriously. Can't stop. I've been listening to them almost exclusively since Friday night when Morning Glory came up on my iTunes. I don't know if this is bad. I just, yeah... just can't stop. I listened to (What's The Story) Morning Glory? all this morning before school. It was really good. I really liked it, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, since school has started, I've had two days off. It's ridiculous. Thanks Tropical Storm Fay. And maybe Hurricane Gustav now? :/ I don't know if I want another one. I hope it misses us, honestly. I just want to do my senior year in highschool, no interruptions. Speaking of which, I didn't tell you guys my schedule, did I?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my day at school goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;AP Literature with Eskin&lt;br /&gt;Spanish IV with Louis-Charles&lt;br /&gt;Chorus with Linfors/Rode&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology with Demarse (I realised this class is going to be the boring out of most of my classes. I sat drawing in it today. I drew Pete Doherty. COS I'M STUPID THAT WAY. I tried to do Carl too, but like, I didn't finish it, so I'll just take a picture of the drawing of Pete I did, cos it kind...of looks okay? Silly cartoons.)&lt;br /&gt;B-Lunch. I see a bunch of people there. And I see Gordon too, laaaaaaaaaaaawlz.... I used to have a crush on him. I hope he knows I don't like him anymore. XD&lt;br /&gt;AP European History with Phillips. Haha. There's FIVE OF US IN THIS CLASS. IT'S GREAT. xD&lt;br /&gt;Student Assistant for Owens. I want to see if I can get my schedule changed and be a student assistant all year. I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;Cos, I know like, at least three kids in her 6th period, aw... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just tried some Jack Daniel's. Not even enough to fill up the very bottom of the cap. EW. Tasted like bananas and antiseptic. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;I still only like Smirnoff Ice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:5601</id>
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    <title>stolen from anna! :o</title>
    <published>2008-08-24T06:03:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T11:03:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Put your playlist on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Post the first line &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;from the first &lt;/span&gt;25 songs that play, providing there's some bloody chance of anyone guessing them. &lt;br /&gt;Step 3. Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't use google. You'll make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Yum."&gt;1)&lt;strike&gt;. I keep a close watch on this heart of mine&lt;/strike&gt; I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash, as guessed by&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_keepdemonsatbay' lj:user='keepdemonsatbay' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://keepdemonsatbay.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://keepdemonsatbay.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;keepdemonsatbay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). &lt;strike&gt;Darling, you got to let me know...&lt;/strike&gt; Should I Stay Or Should I Go? By The Clash, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kimbearthegreat' lj:user='kimbearthegreat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kimbearthegreat.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://kimbearthegreat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kimbearthegreat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). &lt;strike&gt;Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you&lt;/strike&gt; Under Pressure - David Bowie &amp;amp; Queen, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kimbearthegreat' lj:user='kimbearthegreat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kimbearthegreat.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://kimbearthegreat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kimbearthegreat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). Jailhouse rocker roots training down in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;5).&lt;strike&gt; The ideal girl, in London from France, came over then left me, she left me entranced&lt;/strike&gt; France by The Libertines, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fluffy_d' lj:user='fluffy_d' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fluffy-d.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://fluffy-d.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fluffy_d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6). &lt;strike&gt;The only girl I've ever loved was born with roses in her eyes&lt;/strike&gt; Holland, 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fluffy_d' lj:user='fluffy_d' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fluffy-d.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://fluffy-d.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fluffy_d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7). I've been to Nagaski, Hiroshima, too, the same I did to them, baby I can do to you&lt;br /&gt;8). Well, I told you once and I told you twice, but you never listened to my advice&lt;br /&gt;9). &lt;strike&gt;Dance with me, pretty boy, tonight, dance with me and we'll be alright&lt;/strike&gt; Pull Shapes by The Pipettes, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fluffy_d' lj:user='fluffy_d' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fluffy-d.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://fluffy-d.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fluffy_d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10). She's says all the things you never want to hear, she says all the things that makes you sick&lt;br /&gt;11). Must I get a witness, for all this misery? &lt;br /&gt;12). Time on your side that will never end, the most beautiful thing you can ever spend&lt;br /&gt;13). &lt;strike&gt;Jimmy gone M.I.A., come back Jimmy&lt;/strike&gt; Jimmy by M.I.A., as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fluffy_d' lj:user='fluffy_d' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fluffy-d.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://fluffy-d.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fluffy_d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14). It's of the gentleman soldier, a sentry he did stand&lt;br /&gt;15). Well, I just got back and I wish I never leaved now&lt;br /&gt;16). We're all going on a summer holiday, vigilantes coming out to follow me, heard somebody say that I took all of that, anybody wanna swallow me?&lt;br /&gt;17). I've been around and around, but I got nowhere to go now, but the funny thing is that when I'm gone, I'll kill you&lt;br /&gt;18). &lt;strike&gt;I hope you never change, I hope you never go, I hope you'll always keep our little secret though&lt;/strike&gt; Blind Pilots by The Cooper Temple Clause, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fluffy_d' lj:user='fluffy_d' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fluffy-d.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://fluffy-d.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fluffy_d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19). Well, I've come on a few years, from my Hollywood highs&lt;br /&gt;20). You're living in your own private Idaho&lt;br /&gt;21). Alright, this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone...&lt;br /&gt;22). She was a girl from Birmingham, she just had an abortion, she was a case of insanity, her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree&lt;br /&gt;23). &lt;strike&gt;From way far away across the sea, came an eritrean maiden, she had a one track mind and eyes for me, half blinded in the war&lt;/strike&gt; Death on The Stairs by The Libertines, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_downthebracket' lj:user='downthebracket' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://downthebracket.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://downthebracket.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;downthebracket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24). You say, you lie to me and I believe you, oh no! That's me&lt;br /&gt;25). &lt;strike&gt;It's been a hard day's night and I've been working like a dog&lt;/strike&gt; A Hard Day's Night by The Beatles, as guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_downthebracket' lj:user='downthebracket' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://downthebracket.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://downthebracket.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;downthebracket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really selective with stuff cos I kept getting the same bands. Plus, stuff I wasn't sure of, didn't think anyone else knew, etc etc...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:5248</id>
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    <title>I am ridiculously exhausted</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T12:59:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T12:59:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joe Lean &amp; The Jing Jang Jong</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just too tired. Meh. I went to bed around 1:30 AM, cos I'm trying to get to sleep earlier so I can sleep better... but it didn't help. My mom woke me up before she left at 6. And then both of my dogs kept barking so I couldn't sleep. So I read some more of Falling Man. And I absolutely hate it. I think it's the worst book I've ever, ever read. Hate it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is in the hospital now, two nights ago he called at exactly 12:59 AM. I remember cos I looked at the clock on the computer and was like "WTF?" and I was about to listen to Primal Scream's Some Velvet Morning. So weird. But, yeah. He's in the hospital, something about his heart. I don't really know much about it. He said that they lost his shoes. Which isn't that good. &lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading too much stuff lately. I guess cos it's getting so close to go back to school, I know I won't have time to download a bunch of stuff like I have been, so I downloaded No Wow by The Kills, Gemstones by Adam Green, Dirty Pretty Things B-sides (I don't know how I found it, I'd been looking for it for like two months and I finally came across it...), some rare/b-sides by Amy Winehouse, and that scrapped album by Joe Lean &amp;amp; The Jing Jang Jong. I just love that name. Where the hell... &lt;br /&gt;I think it's a pretty amazing name. And then I realised, I had a picture that says their name on it on my wall. It's this little uhmm... advertisement I found in the back of MOJO magazine, advertising Babyshambles and it was saying Joe Lean &amp;amp; The Jing Jang Jong were opening for them. Interesting stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Gaaaahd, I wish I wasn't so tired.</content>
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    <title>Bored.</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T03:32:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-09T03:40:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cansei de ser sexy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got my interests from Dawn! &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_iknowdanbakitus' lj:user='iknowdanbakitus' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://iknowdanbakitus.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://iknowdanbakitus.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;iknowdanbakitus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;&amp;lt; that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b-movies&lt;/b&gt; - well. i really like these. the dumb ones with seemingly no plot. or like "wtf" a la "glen or glenda" that trashy shit ed wood did. and like rocky horror picture show. you know? but that stuff is timeless. i think it's what every good and bad thing is. timeless. cos it's so bad it's good. not like bad as in like can't watch 10 years later, more like, so bad... you know? i can't explain it. they're alluring cos they're so weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;babyshambles&lt;/b&gt; - pete doherty's band now! oh oh oh... i love them so. like. hmm. i first heard them on june 3rd of this year, lawlz. but it's true. i was at the start of a libertines "obsession" although i don't believe i'm really obsessed like. you know. anyway. that day i had listened to what a waster a million times, like. and i went home and i was on isohunt thinking "i want a babyshambles album... should i download one...?" so i did. down in albion. fuck forever. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cansei de ser sexy&lt;/b&gt; - cos dawn picked them, i'm now listening to them. they are this AMAZING band from sao paolo and they're brazilian and they're fun and dancey and their song was in the iPod touch commercial. it's hot. music is my hot hot sex. i like them. and they got me into dfa1979. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this letter: â&lt;/b&gt; - ALT + 0226&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="thx2carlbarât.k."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/1864/20060219t21264408001xx3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;bilo&lt;/b&gt; -okay. pete doherty's dad (if i remember correctly) used to call him billy bilo, like. and then when he was in the libertines, people call him bilo... and carl is biggles, right? like. it's my screenname on hte... biloandbiggles. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;straight to hell&lt;/b&gt; - the best. movie. with. joe strummer. oh mah gahd. fucking amazing. guns. blood. sexual tension. coffee. and the pogues. elvis costello. mmmm. it's totally a b-movie. and joe slept in a car while filming. courtney love is in it too, and she dies at the end. so does joe, but... it's funnier that courtney love died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;leningrad&lt;/b&gt; - fucking amazing russian ska band. i don't care that i can't understand what they're saying. i don't have to. i can dance to a song called fuck up and not care. plus, like. i heard them first in everything is illuminated. gooood movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! and comment and i'll give you 7 so you can do it!</content>
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    <title>Parts 3 &amp; 4 of France.</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T19:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T19:26:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>shotter's nation - babyshambles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And I'd like to say that this is NOT the same France going on at albion_unbound. I'd assume that one's pretty good, seeing as most stuff I've read down there is pretty good. But I haven't actually read that one. Understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I sighed. “I planned on being in a movie. You know, like nothing big budget, just like an artsy French film. Something only a hipster could appreciate.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He nodded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Right, and see, I put too much into it before—I guess it was like I counted my eggs before they hatched—see, I got a call from them earlier today saying that I didn’t get the part. Staying in Paris now’ll only bring me down. And I can’t do that. So I’m going back to London, nearly skint and with nowhere to go.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He smashed out his cigarette. “Well, that’s a bit much.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I nodded this time, “Y’can say that again.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’ve got nowhere to stay?” He asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Pretty much. Any place I go is expecting some money from me. Money I don’t exactly have.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Rentors are nasty bastards.” He stated plainly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh no, I meant my flatmate. Like, she was expecting that I’d pay for half of… and some more of the rent, and whatever I had missed from the halves I needed to pay ages ago. Seeing as I thought I had a job, like something good happened. And I really can’t go back and just be like, ‘oh, sorry, it didn’t work out.’ I mean, she’d understand, but it’s just ridiculous.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He nodded at me again, “Life’s a bitch.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s pretty poetic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“Yeah…” My mind began to drift and Pete began to pull out another cigarette.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What was it called?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He began to light up, “Huh?” I shook my head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“The movie. What was it called?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Aah… &lt;i&gt;Tout le monde…&lt;/i&gt; I think. It might’ve been something else, but I’m pretty sure that was it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He smiled and went back to his paper. It went quiet and I was able to let my mind drift for the remainder of time. It passed rather slow, but I think it always happens when you’re left alone to just your mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I figured it was it when the train stopped and people began to get off, get their stuff and leave. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well, er, Pete… it was—”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You know, I have an extra room in my flat. Last I checked no one was using it. Flat is a bit of a mess though. Y’interested?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I nodded and he got his stuff down. Thankfully he got mine too, I wasn’t sure if I was able to get back up and get it. He explained he did not live too far from the station, but that we would have to get the bus to get to his flat. So that’s what we did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The only thing he asked me during all of this was, “Are you allergic to cats?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I shrugged, “No, I don’t think so.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And that was that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived at his flat, he unlocked the door and turned on the lights, and I was shocked. ‘A bit of a mess’ was the understatement of the century. It looked like it had been the scene of a burglary. Or a tornado. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A couch was in the middle of the room, and on it a jacket, a black and white cat was sitting on the jacket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In front of the couch was what I thought was a coffee table crowded with many things. Among them an empty bottle of Jameson’s whiskey, &lt;i&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/i&gt;, and numerous papers and notebooks. Actually, papers were all over the place. Mostly used, it seemed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The cat meowed at us both, almost a greeting, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“That’s Burr,” Pete explained as he put his stuff down and shut the door. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I must have kept on staring because after a while Pete said, “It’s been worse. Trust me on that. Come in.”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He brought me in to what I could only assume was the living room. Burr jumped off the jacket and rubbed against his legs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I did warn you though, right?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I nodded and looked at the wall in front of the couch. Scribbled in red marker, large words that spelled out: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si l’amour muert&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;La vie es rien&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Farther down the wall was a door that led to a bedroom, most likely his bedroom, the door was half shut, but from what I could see, it was just as much a mess as everything else. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He leaned down and picked up Burr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I have impressive decorating skills, as you can see.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What does it mean?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Burr jumped out of his arms and on to the coffee table. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“The writing? Basically… If love dies, life is nothing.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Burr meowed again, this time he seemed impatient, as if he were waiting for food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Want me to show you where you can stay?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I nodded weakly, only hoping it wasn’t as bad as everything else. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Oh and if you feel so inclined to fix my French if it is wrong, I'd be happy. xD</content>
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    <title>Dammit.</title>
    <published>2008-08-01T16:06:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-01T16:06:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stronger Than Me - Amy Winehouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">No one... has updated anything. I just updated how my journal looks. but... now I'm like, someone needs to post something cos I'm extremely bored and no one has. D: &lt;br /&gt; And I'm not ready to go back to working on American Government or Economics right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pete_meister:4210</id>
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    <title>Aggh...</title>
    <published>2008-07-31T17:09:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T17:09:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mom is sleeping in my room, it's raining, and I'm sad over Orr and McWatt being gone from Catch-22.&lt;br /&gt;Still not finished with it yet. I've got less than 100 pages left though, so I'm doing good, I guess. Just a little left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot better than the stuff I think I could've read, but then again, I've always liked war books. Dunno why, really. I don't like girly books. (Haha... er... no, but seriously...) I could've read Pride and Prejudice. But I'm not interested. Not yet at least. Maybe some day.&amp;nbsp; Just not now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... hm. My mom was flipping through the stations on TV last night and came upon Trainspotting. She called me over and it was just as Renton was going to Johnny's house because he needed a hit. And... then he goes to shoot up and my mom was like "I can't handle this" for reasons I do not care to disclose to the whole world cos I don't feel like sharing her private business with everyone. So she changed it. I, of course, got angry, cos that's about the same place where I couldn't finish the movie. I went back to playing Pandemic 2... Which is pretty interesting. I had this bacteria started in Russia called Cokate (ahem) and it killed a bunch of people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I had one named Doherty that infected a bunch of people, but no one died. :|</content>
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    <title>Today was a better day</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T03:33:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T03:33:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>you could have it so much better - franz ferdinand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">No need to complain, although I had planned to be watching Trainspotting at this time. :( My mom cancelled my plans and wouldn't let me go see Trainspotting. Oh well... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I did my makeup like Kate Moss today. Well, I used a picture of her and her makeup to base what I did, but I didn't have the same colours, but it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;My mom liked it. Said it actually looked good, which is a big surprise. She never likes what I do. Sad? I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to Franz Ferdinand right now. I wish I had gotten into them sooner, ahaha. I remember when I was 12, watching the video for Take Me Out on The N, in between watching episodes of Degrassi. Haha... jeeze. So long ago. 5 years, omg. D: (Well, technically 4. Cos I turned 13 that year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting old, aren't I. It's hard to realise that, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Eva sent me both of their albums today.&lt;br /&gt;And Oh my God. Adele should not be allowed to cover the Strokes. ON ANY CIRCUMSTANCE. She doesn't sound bad, don't get me wrong, I don't like her really, but I'm not gonna say she has a bad voice. She just shouldn't be allowed to sing Last Nite, she sounds too much like Amy Winehouse, and I sure wouldn't mind if Amy sang a Strokes song, really, but I doubt she ever would. She'd sing reggae/ska songs cos that's Amy. But Adele just bores me. She's... not interesting. But if anyone likes her, cool for you. She's not got a bad voice, she just bores me.</content>
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