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  <title>silence is a scary sound .</title>
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  <updated>2009-07-25T22:20:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:elevatorrides:3565</id>
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    <title>Ugh, showoff.</title>
    <published>2009-07-25T22:18:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-25T22:20:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">They just came home and I&amp;nbsp;was in the kitchen on my laptop and Veronica just walked in and she was like &amp;quot;Ohh, we decided to go to the wedding tomorrow. Y'know the one you can't go to because you're not twenty-one yet...&amp;quot; And I was like HUFF. Because she knows I want to go but just said that to get on my fcking nerves. I don't know when she started becoming such a btch to me but she is. GD&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;HATE&amp;nbsp;HERR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah tomorrow I'm in charge of cooking even though I'm below mediorce at it. Because it's just me,&amp;nbsp;Danny, Ashley and Anhy. Ashley just probably won't and would probably order in which I won't eat. :x Danny doesn't know how to follow instructions, proved by his horrible boxed potatoes. And if Anhy cooks something he might put dirt in it or something to see if we'll notice. O_o weirdo. Oh and plus Ash and Danny are guest so we can't make them cook, so says Chris. :| &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;We so can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess.. So tomorrow I'm cooking spaghetti. Let's all just hope we don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.)&lt;/strong&gt; Burn the house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.)&lt;/strong&gt; Get food poisioning&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;C.)&lt;/strong&gt; Kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know the minor stuff. ;D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:elevatorrides:3164</id>
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    <title>hi again</title>
    <published>2009-07-15T05:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-15T05:49:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;.......i cant wait to be in Manchester again. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:elevatorrides:2210</id>
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    <title>The Case of the Missing Birthday Girl</title>
    <published>2009-05-12T00:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-15T05:51:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&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; It was midday and the whole lot of party guests were looking for the missing birthday girl, Lina. Most were looking in the front yard or back, but Lily, Gabbi and Sarah looked inside unaware of the dangerous that faced them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;LEEE-NA?&amp;quot; Lily singed as she checked in a cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;quot;Lina?&amp;quot; Gabbi said as she looked under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Dude, where could she have went?&amp;quot; Sarah said as she stood in the middle of the living room tired from looking for the last twenty minutes. Lily turned around now abandoning the empty cookie jar. With crumbs on her face she walked with Gabbi to the living room to meet a slightly annoyed face, &amp;quot;Uh, when did you last see her?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;quot;Uh..&amp;quot; said Gabbi bringing her thumb and index finger to her chin, deep in thought &amp;quot;After she opened the presents.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah she had just opened the water g-&amp;quot; Sarah was interrupted with a battle cry that quickly sliced the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;quot;WATER GUN!&amp;quot; Lina said as she now jumped from behind the couch, armed and dangerous. There was gasps of shock and shouts of obscenities as her friends were nearly frightened out of their very skins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;AMBUSH! RUN!&amp;quot; screamed Sarah as she and Gabbi bolted to the other room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late for Lily because as she turned to run, Lina aimed and fired hitting Lily pinpoint in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;AGHH!&amp;quot; Lily screamed as she fell to the floor and fake-died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;side notes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy belated-Birthday Lina !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Lily, you just got shot s'yo! But I made it funny cause I couldn't kill you even if it was fiction you ;D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;it's super short, i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;that's it. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:elevatorrides:1095</id>
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    <title>computer lit</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T18:25:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T18:25:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be on.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty.</content>
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    <title>first</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T09:36:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T09:36:25Z</updated>
    <category term="bored birthday yeah"/>
    <content type="html">haha. first entry.&lt;br /&gt;pretty plaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;yes.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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