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  <title>OH GOD A BEE</title>
  <subtitle>I HATE PICNICS</subtitle>
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    <name>Hurricane Sexy</name>
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  <updated>2004-08-13T01:17:30Z</updated>
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    <title>;;</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T01:17:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://damnglitch.keenspace.com/notebook.html"&gt;All I'm getting are little white specks for the pictures and that makes me the sad.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fuck it.</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T03:22:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-09T03:22:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:13706</id>
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    <title>agnosticnun @ 2004-08-05T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-06T02:30:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-06T02:30:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Allie's hamster had babies today. AND GUESS WHO GETS ONE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:13535</id>
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    <title>F TO THE U TO THE C TO THE K</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T05:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T05:31:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I went camping and it was just a general horrible experience. Being awakened at every other hour of the night in an uncomfortable, overheated tent by a deafening, 200-car train going by about ten feet from you and then getting the worst sunburn you've ever had is not fun at all. If I ever go camping again, it'll be for a damn good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t kathryn scan that stuff for me kthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, read &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/albion_fic/67397.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Read down the comments a bit. Now, I'm no slash fan. Not in the least. And...Am I crying? I THINK I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*stumbles in here and falls flat on her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch! sorry. damn sleepiness. sooooo...... &lt;br /&gt;gimme an S gimme a T gimme an E gimme an E gimme the rest of the letters that spell his name, whaddya get? steve bays!!! come ON he's so so so so so so so cute'n'slashy! and i write fiction with him in but its nowhere near as good as what some of you could do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT STEVE! ANYONE BUT STEVE! YOU...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SMITE YOU.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:13192</id>
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    <title>ROCK.</title>
    <published>2004-07-27T02:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-27T02:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dad took me to see Napoleon Dynamite yesterday. It was hilarious. I'm going to see it again tomorrow with my mom. I've gone driving twice, but only in parking lots. My parents are saying I'm doing good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going camping over the weekend and Kathryn can come! I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;My parents...&lt;br /&gt;Said it's okay...&lt;br /&gt;For me to go to college in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words for how happy I am. See? I knew they could be cool sometimes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:12984</id>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T02:23:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T02:23:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kathryn's and had too much fun. I swear. We saw Shrek 2 and wrote a story and a bunch of stuff and I got to scan a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my neighborhood got flooded. Good thing it wasn't my half. I don't know how the power stayed on through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Heather on Sunday and Chris is going to come down from NJ over the weekend, so we're all going to try to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn spent the night on Saturday and we walked up to Blockbuster to rent House Arrest, but they didn't have it. We walked all the way back with no movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's got a nifty side-part now. Now all I need to do is crimp it and bleach it and I will be pimping the 80's look. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my permit today. After three failed attempts and five months since my last try, I finally got it. And my picture makes me look like a fucking pink-frosted donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how much I fucking hate ghost crabs. Fuck those things, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the colors and my icon on this thing. That guy is Demetri Martin, teh hawtest comedian evar. He's the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Crunch went on sale, meaning Sterling's probably going to come visit us soon. Man, you wouldn't believe how much my mom wants me to marry his brother.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:12736</id>
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    <title>If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T05:31:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T05:31:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never update anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn was here, but she left yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my belly dancing class, but I'm probably going to go back for the next six-week thing. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two shirts today, which makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on going to the Modest Mouse concert on my birthday, but it got cancelled for whatever reason. I guess I'm going to be having another shitty, pissant, "Let's sit in my room and talk about nothing and fill the awkward silence with music that only Natasha knows of" party. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't been able to find anyone to buy my goddamn guitar amp. I want to get rid of the damn thing. I have that up for sale along with a "The Used" poster given to me by Chris because he thinks I like them (Wrong) and a box of earrings I got for Christmas from my aunt Diana because she thinks my ears are pierced. So...Come get 'em. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for colleges in British Columbia because I'm not so sure I want to go to Montreal. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Heather to call me because she never fucking answers the phone when I try to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scanner broke because it hates me. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that &lt;a href="http://www.luckystarscattery.com/wizard.swf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the funniest thing in the universe. Watch, damn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/backgr0und_mus1c/"&gt;This here&lt;/a&gt; is my 673rd website, but only the 295th that I've put on the internet. Someone go look at it. It's interesting, I swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Franz Ferdinand CD, which is the first CD I've bought since I got At the Drive-In's "Relationship of Command" in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started the wall of unholy terror. I'll show you a pix as soon as my scanner fucking decides to be a buddy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm forgetting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Kathryn's house on Saturday or Sunday or Monday or something. I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I think that's it. So, in conclusion, &lt;a href="http://hothotheat.warnerreprise.com/gallery/gallery/view_photo.php?set_albumName=Misc&amp;amp;id=steveb"&gt;hot&lt;/a&gt;. Peace.</content>
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    <title>IT NEVER ENDS</title>
    <published>2004-06-13T22:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-13T22:33:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it that all my 'net friends are out of school and I'm not? I hate VBCPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO EVERYONE I KNOW IN REAL LIFE WHO READS THIS THING: If you or someone you know needs a guitar amp, I have one and I'm selling it. The box hasn't even been opened and it's going for 100 dollars. Thanks.</content>
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    <title>It's been a while, huh?</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T02:50:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-29T02:50:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So what's happened since the last time I updated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had band practice. Sort of. No one really knew how to play anything (Well, Chris kinda fucked around on the guitar and I could have sang and Kaytren could have played the drums, but we couldn't find the drumsticks =P). It was fun, though. We hung around in my room for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris found out he's moving to New Jersey next month right after school gets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report card. 5 A's and a C. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole had to give away her rat, Lola, because she was allergic to her. I got her, but Lola was acting every kind of bizarre and my mom thought she was homesick, so we had to give her back to Nichole. I wanted to keep her. She was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to Dante's cousin, Greg. He sent me two HHH songs I haven't been able to obtain otherwise. I feel proud. I got to talk to the cousin of an E-list celebrity. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris broke up with me. He told me he was having "too many family problems" and "didn't want to bring me into it." Then, somewhere along the line, he decided we were better off friends anyway and he never should have gone out with me or something. Now he's going out with Heather. I don't know how to act around either one of them now. My ex-boyfriend just started going out with my best school friend not two weeks after he dumped me. I don't really know what to say. I'm a little weirded out, but I think I'm more jealous than anything. I thought I only liked Chris as a friend in the beginning, but now I have a crush on him. Figures, doesn't it? Right after he breaks up with me and starts going out with my friend. I hate my life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon cut his hair and he is now royally unattractive. Ah, but the powers of Soap Opera Irony have not failed me - I think he's starting to like me. Yeah. Right when I get over him. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn came down over spring break and I probably won't see her until July. FOUR MONTHS. I'm going to have severe Kathryn withdrawal. This fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me the "You're fat" lecture. Again. Y'know, where they hound me about eating too many carbs and not getting enough exercise because 130 is apparently morbidly obese or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got an inflatable pool. I went in it once. At night. For about ten minutes. I just don't fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad now has two Mustangs; One that makes my room smell like gasoline and gives me a bitchin' headache everytime he pulls in and one that's just a fucking pile of junk. Now wonder he's always bitching at me to get scholarships. His money has to go towards his fucking Mustangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to start a movie and I'm looking for people that will be willing to get up and improvise talking about their experiences with a fictional band. It's a documentary. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my belly-dancing lessons. Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working my ass off all week trying to draw the entire 162-person cast of this story I'm working on. And I finished. Go me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having horrifying insomnia lately. I just feel sick and sad all the time. I've just been feeling fucking horrendously depressed lately and I don't know why. I haven't tried to kill myself, though. I don't think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going great in March. Everything. It was perfect. Then it all just kinda fell apart near the end of April. My grades started dropping, the band's starting to fall apart, my boyfriend broke up with me. God, I just want to go to sleep and wake up on June 18th. I fucking can't stand it anymore.</content>
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    <title>._.</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T22:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T22:12:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been feeling just...Awkwardly sad for about a week now. Things'll amuse me, yeah, but I'm still just...Really, really sad. I don't want to talk about why because it's a dumb, retarded fucking reason for being this depressed, so please...Don't ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn, you know why.</content>
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    <title>=P</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T23:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T23:47:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I just updated a few minutes ago. I found this and it was too good NOT to put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=daydreamer8852&amp;amp;meme=1074636882" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What stupid celebrity are you destined to kill? by daydreamer8852&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Natasha" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Birthdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Birthdate" value="August 19, 1988" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;You killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/699110/283505"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;With a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/699181/283505"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;January 20, 2020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="daydreamer8852"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074636882"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href="http://memegen.deskslave.org/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>omg wtf lol keowl</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T23:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T23:36:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to the library with my mom today. I checked out seven books, which somehow added up to about 693 pounds. I got a book with all of Shakespeare's plays (THANKS TO YOU KATHRYN), some name book, something about UFOs, a book about Greek myths, "The Idiot's Guide to Speaking French" (I'm going to need that if and when I go to college in Montreal), a book about depression and suicide (t kathryn ha ha ha wait thats not funny), and a book about writing screenplays. I'm going to write one. Finally. I have about 23,000 movie ideas and I'm finally going to work on one. Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, after about three weeks of downloading, finally finished. And good god, is it depressing ._.</content>
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    <title>NATASHA'S ADVENTURES IN VEGAS</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T23:58:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T23:58:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, guyses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been wondering where I've been since Thursday (if you care, what the fuck ever), I've been in Las Vegas. In other words, it's the farthest from home I've ever been in MY ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Thursday after school. We had to take one flight from Norfolk to Cleveland and then another from Cleveland to Vegas. We got there at about...I don't know. Late. All I know is that I had dinner at midnight. Which, by the way, fucking owned. We stayed at Treasure Island, which was alright, except the TVs didn't have any good channels. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we just walked around the Mirage, which was right next door, for a while. We went to Siegfried and Roy's secret garden dealie where they keep the lions and the tigers and the elephant. We went to the gift shop and, since they never have any of those personalized things with my name on it, I got a keychain with the name "Isabel" on it. So call me Isabel now, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Hoover Dam and took the tour and then drove around outside Vegas for a while. I realized something that day: The only Taco Bell I saw the whole time was at the airport. There was this odd little "Del Taco" chain all the fuck over the place, so we ate there. It was actually pretty good for having a name like "Del Taco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday, we took this big-ass helicopter ride into the Grand Canyon and flew around and whatnot. It was pretty fun. I liked it. We had lunch down there and I got champagne, since it was on an Indian reservation and the no-drinking-under-21 law doesn't apply. Champagne's nasty. My dad and I went to this M&amp;M's place and I got like a pound and a half (read: 12 dollars) of M&amp;M's. Which rules, mind you. Then we went and saw David Copperfield at the MGM Grand that night. That was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went over to the older part of the city. We went by some little store and one of the guys working there was standing outside and he kept telling me how pretty he thought my hair was (totally hitting on me). I had to go out and tell my dad to refill the money in the parking meter for our car and when I went back with my mom, the guy came up and was like, "Is that your husband?" I said, "No, that's my dad" and he goes, "REALLY?! How old are you?" and I went, "Fifteen," and he goes, "I thought you were older." Fuckin' aye right, bitch. I can pass for older.&lt;br /&gt;...Although, it was a little creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, that night, we went and saw this Cirque du Soleil thing which was fucking amazing. I got the CD with the music from it and something for Kathryn WHICH YOU'LL SEE WHEN YOU GET HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to wake up at 4:20 to get on a plane that left for Cleveland at 7:20. There was some kid on the plane who looked like a younger, slightly taller version of Steve from Hot Hot Heat. It was weird. Whatever, I got a cinnamon roll. Who cares about that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. I'd show you a pix, but:&lt;br /&gt;a) My scanner had to go and break on me&lt;br /&gt;b) The pictures aren't developed yet&lt;br /&gt;c) pigtails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Vegas adventure. I was hoping I could get a fake ID and go have a fake little Vegas wedding and "put a dollar in and get a car" (Vegas Vacation =P), but no. IT WAS A FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMILY TRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, those Vegas people sure do like employing illegal immigrants to pass out flyers for escort services.</content>
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    <title>=D</title>
    <published>2004-04-03T00:33:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-03T00:33:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me and Kathryn can hang out together and throw parties and stuff in Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, Dante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a shirt and I'm wearing it AS I TYPE THIS&lt;br /&gt;It's just this plain white thing with the lyrics to "Haircut Economics" by Hot Hot Heat on the front and "Hot Hot Heat" written on the back. Yeah. It didn't take very long to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I hung out on Sunday. We went to Taco Bell and then just came back here and sat around and stuff. Yeah, it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an assload of HHH songs on Kazaa (OMG NATASHA ARE BREAKIGN TEH LAWE). Inventing Words is...Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the thrift store or work on another t-shirt, but NO. I have a birthday party to go to tomorrow and a Japanese project to work on. Fucking goddamnit.</content>
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    <title>oy</title>
    <published>2004-03-23T00:07:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-23T00:07:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I failed. Again. For the third time. I don't believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Steve's voice sounds beautiful on this thing. Not whiny or scratchy at all like on the CDs. =)</content>
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    <title>O_O</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T01:35:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T01:35:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA'S GOT A BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and if you'll notice, i'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; listening to hot hot heat for once)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:9994</id>
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    <title>Whatever.</title>
    <published>2004-03-13T03:58:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-13T03:58:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Chris is back. I've decided I'll probably go out with him if nothing happens with Jon. In other words, I'll be going out with Chris eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed the test for my permit again. I get the chance to fail again on the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started a collection of bracelet-esque objects to wear just because it looks cool. So far, I have amassed: two shoelaces (a blue flame one and a brown one), two rubber bands, a loose black hair tie, one of those karma bracelets that were popular when I was in the 6th grade, a hemp bracelet I got from Nichole for my birthday, a black bracelet from Chris, a red bracelet from Heather, about three feet of tie-dyed yarn I stole from Psychology, and some weird little lock thing. It's pretty cool. I call it "It." Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Hot Heat is my favorite band. Have I announced that yet? I should be ashamed of myself if I haven't. I heard they're supposed to be coming here in August. If they are, I want to go to the concert instead of having a birthday party. I love those guys.</content>
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    <title>AAAAAHHHHHHH</title>
    <published>2004-03-05T02:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-05T02:51:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG IM UPDATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FRIGGING WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've sort of been involved with other business lately. I'll be able to take the test for my permit again tomorrow. Damnit, I better pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather gave me a makeover last Friday and I've been wearing skirts all week o_o. I've had a semi-fever all day and I just felt miserable. I didn't go to the clinic because I had a test in Japanese last bell and I didn't want to have to make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, I love this band.</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3333333</title>
    <published>2004-02-26T01:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-26T01:52:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I LOVE AARON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.photobucket.com/albums/v62/HurricaneSexy/aaronisacute.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.photobucket.com/albums/v62/HurricaneSexy/aww.png"&gt;</content>
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    <title>holy jesus</title>
    <published>2004-02-21T00:38:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-21T00:38:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was leaving English today and Jon was right behind me. I was about to say something to him, but before I even said anything, he goes "Hey, Natasha." I was pretty surprised. I didn't expect him to do that. I told him about how I failed the test for my permit yesterday and he went "Oh, that's shitty." Then I told him about how I might be getting a job at the pet store and he seemed really happy for me =). He let me touch his hair o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode Heather's bus home and we went to Michael's and Payless. I ACTUALLY WENT SHOE SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG NATASHA &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; A GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother of mercy</content>
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    <title>buhhh</title>
    <published>2004-02-20T02:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-20T02:55:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went and took the test to get my permit today. I failed. I didn't screw up with the signs, I got all of those right. I just fucked up at the part with the questions about residential speed limit and when you need to signal at a stop light or something. I kept putting answers that were OMG TOO SLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my failure, my mom took me to the pet store. I picked up a job application to work at the store they're building over by the Wal-Mart. My mom said I can get a mouse or a baby rat. I don't know which one to get, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Jon that box of chocolates. He was happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding Heather's bus home tomorrow because we're going to hang out and go to Michael's (the store =P). We're going to a play on Saturday night, so she's going to come over and hang out at my house for a while before that. gawd fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good god this song is permanently stuck in my head</content>
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    <title>bootyful art</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T00:30:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T00:30:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://img21.photobucket.com/albums/v62/HurricaneSexy/kaida.png"&gt;a wunderfol drawling bi juorz troolie&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:agnosticnun:8698</id>
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    <title>well well well then</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T23:24:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T23:28:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Quiz link stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badgery"&gt;Badger&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am an Intellectual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/minority/minorityquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border="1" vspace="5" hspace="5" src="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/minority/intellectual.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which America Hating Minority Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz"&gt;Take More Robert &amp; Tim Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/animation"&gt;Watch Robert &amp; Tim Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too, sort of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm an Atheist!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/christ/christquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/christ/atheist.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz"&gt;Take More of Robert &amp; Tim's Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/animation"&gt;Watch Robert &amp; Tim's Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cool.</content>
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    <title>WHOA</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T02:44:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T02:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://hothotheat.warnerreprise.com/gallery/gallery/view_photo.php?set_albumName=Drinkin%21&amp;amp;id=iPhotoiPhoto_mailtmp_0"&gt;GOOD GOD&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>yeah yeah what</title>
    <published>2004-02-14T00:06:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-14T00:13:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The "bands" that feature three to three-thousand "adult men" with no "body hair" who dance like "homosexuals" to a "drum machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put that in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked Jon if he wanted to go to the movies with Heather and all them tomorrow and he actually gave me a non-vague answer. He said he'd love to go (^_^), but he's going out of town to visit some relatives, apparently. He's getting his dreads back. His hair looked fuckshit insane today, all spiked and dread...y. Whatever. When we were leaving class, I was going to say something to him, but I forgot what I was going to say, and the conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Damnit, I forgot what I was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;Jon: What, "Happy Valentine's Day?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (playing along) Yeah, that. Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went to lunch and I went to health and all was well and good with the world. That was the sweetest rejection I've ever gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to Wal-Mart after school and got a 5-subject notebook, new headphones, some pencils, some soap-stuff, and a box of chocolates for Jon. Hey, it's my money. Let me get him something.* I saw Brian and Nichole at Wal-Mart (they were buying some condoms =P), so we said hi and stuff. Course, now my feet hurt from walking up there. I haven't walked up there since like November or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I would have bought something even BIGGER for you, Aaron...;; I wish you lived here. &amp;lt;3</content>
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