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  <title>ducky, hows my dashing boy?</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misswishingwell:3946</id>
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    <title>Snowflakes&amp;Kisses-[NB]-Pg13-Chapter 2</title>
    <published>2009-12-17T05:46:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-17T05:47:35Z</updated>
    <category term="misswishingwell nate/blair pg-13 fanfict"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;A/N: Sorry for the few of you that read this little story of mine. I've been super busy lately. Enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're standing in the kitchen, gearing yourself up for talking to her. It was a mistake, she makes mistakes just like you do. And that makes you adore her even more. Swallowing hard, you hear her dainty footsteps down that marble staircase. Her voice is small as she apologizes to Cyrus, and when you feel it is your moment, you step into the hall. You drink in the sight of her slightly mussed bun and wide chocolate eyes that seem so innocent when her guard is down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sounds like we'll both be in the city.&amp;quot; You say quietly. Her mother and Cyrus turn, all smiles as they look at you. But all you can see is her. All you can see is the way her eyes seem deeper in the soft light, how they light up when you say something. She smiles at you, and you feel the corners of your lips tugging upwards without really meaning to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you can't help it. Smiling has gotten so easy to do around her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nate?&amp;quot; Her voice is hopeful and small, and her parents head up the stairs to leave you and her facing each other. Her smile fades a little, and you swear you can see tears brimming in her eyes. You want to stop her from letting one single tear from falling, and all you can say is her name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Blair, I...&amp;quot; You begin to speak, but she interrupts, walking briskly towards you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I'm so sorry.&amp;quot; She breathes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before you know it she's in your arms, hugging you so tightly. Your hands skim over her back, holding her close to your chest. You hold her for a long moment, holding her delicate frame in her palms. You drop a kiss to her shoulder, holding her just a bit tighter, almost afraid she's going to fade away. A breathy sigh falls from her lips, and your eyes shut. If you hold her long enough, she won't fade away. She won't run away to scotch drinking boys and she won't manipulate and scheme. She'll be the real Blair. The Blair who giggles and smiles without holding back anything. The Blair that loves you and adores you even though you've messed up. She begins to pull away, and you lift your head. Your arms stay in place, because you won't, &lt;i&gt;can't &lt;/i&gt;let her pull away from you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her chocolate eyes look desperately up into yours, willing the words to come from your mouth. She truly is sorry, she truly means it. A small smile plays on your lips, and you shut your eyes briefly before nodding your head. &amp;quot;I know.&amp;quot; Her hands are pulling on your neck, and your lips collide with hers. They fit together perfectly, and you kiss her with everything you have in you. It's a needy kiss, and you wonder if her lips will be swollen and bruised afterwords. Her hands skim your cheek and shoulder before running over your chest, pulling you closer to her. You find your hands have a mind of their own and caress her back, pulling on her shoulder to press her closer to you. The kiss goes on much longer than you would expect it to, and you find that you don't mind that your breathing is labored. She always had that effect on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always have, always will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Snowflakes&amp;Kisses-[NB]-Pg13-Chapter 1</title>
    <published>2009-08-25T00:17:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-25T00:17:04Z</updated>
    <category term="misswishingwell nate/blair pg-13 fanfict"/>
    <lj:music>Trading Yesterday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've always had a soft spot/love for Chuck and Blair, but Nate/Blair has to be my OTP. So I decided I would write a multi-chapter fanfiction for fun. I'm very nervous about it, so please forgive me if I am not so great. I&amp;nbsp;don't own anything GG related, nor will I&amp;nbsp;ever. This is all un-betaed so mistakes are all mine. If anyone is interested in being my beta, that'd be great. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="It started again with snowflakes, a loaf of bread, and ducks quacking in the background..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It started again with snowflakes, a loaf of bread, and ducks quacking in the background. You spot her a mile away, all bundled up in her silly blue hat and coat, Dorota at her side. When she spots you, you can see the corners of her pink lips tilt upwards as she approaches you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is it true that you brought me here?&amp;rdquo; She breathes, her voice filled with shock. You half think to yourself that she shouldn&amp;rsquo;t be shocked. She&amp;rsquo;d seen enough black and white films to fantasize about something romantic like this. But he can tell the shock is real by the way her dark eyes focus in on your face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You watch her face tilt downwards, and when you touch her cheek, it&amp;rsquo;s cold and smooth like porcelain. She giggles softly, and you can&amp;rsquo;t help but chuckle yourself, pressing your forehead to hers for a mere moment. Breathing her in. Feeling her skin warm up under your touch. It&amp;rsquo;s all things you&amp;rsquo;ve missed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you kiss her, a million memories and feelings fill you up. Your hands get jittery, but you keep kissing her. You feel like a drowning man. If you stop kissing her, you won&amp;rsquo;t be able to breathe anymore. Because she&amp;rsquo;s Blair Waldorf and your Nate Archibald. You don&amp;rsquo;t know how you&amp;rsquo;ve lasted this long without her, or how she&amp;rsquo;s lasted so long without you. Because if this isn&amp;rsquo;t right, if you two aren&amp;rsquo;t meant to be together, at each others sides, forever, then why is she here with him, kissing him just as fiercely as he&amp;rsquo;s kissing her? He can actually say those three words and mean them. He&amp;rsquo;s no coward, not when it comes to Blair Waldorf. Or at least, he&amp;rsquo;s not anymore. He&amp;rsquo;s grown a bit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They pull away for a moment, their breath fogging into little clouds in front of their faces. Her breath is warm and familiar against his face, and he can&amp;rsquo;t help but lean his forehead against hers for a moment. He knows he doesn&amp;rsquo;t deserve this. He knows he&amp;rsquo;s made mistakes and lied and cheated. But she doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to care anymore. (Though secretly, he knows she still does.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He knows it&amp;rsquo;s too early. She&amp;rsquo;s still stung by Chuck, and he just broke up with Vanessa. It&amp;rsquo;s too soon to say those three words. But at least he knows he can actually say them, actually mean them. And as her dark eyes stare right into his blue pair, he can feel the three words radiating from her depths. He smiles at her, and she smiles back before her arms wrap around him and she kisses him, her lips smooth and soft and sweet and a thousand other things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He can feel those words. He can taste them on her lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I love you, Nate Archibald. Always have, always will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I love you, Blair Waldorf. You know I always will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misswishingwell:3487</id>
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    <title>My stepdad</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T04:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T04:20:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Every Breath You Take-Fading Yesterday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't made a REAL entry lately. Mainly because I know no one reads it. Doesn't matter. I just wanted to post this in case anyone comes by my journal and reads it. I originally posted this in my blogger account, but I felt the need to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;A lot has happened since my last post. Life has been flipped upside down for me and my family. My wonderful stepdad Joseph took his life on April 19th. He lived most of his life on the streets with an addiction to drugs and alcohol. He came to Christ, learned to read, and had a wonderful ability for computers. He was clean and sober for three years. Joseph married my mom on March 15th 2007, and was a complete joy to have in our family. Joseph made my mom so happy, and in turn, that made me very happy as well. He and I were good buddies, and I was so proud to have him as my stepdad. After being told he had Hepatitis C he began taking Interferon and it triggered something in his mind. He began drinking alcohol again, and tried to get through the struggles. But the addiction was too much, and he did this. I know for a fact that he is in Heaven, free of addiction and free of any pain. I am comforted by this fact, but my mom and my family and I miss him terribly. We believe that Joseph couldn't go through the struggles of this addiction. He was such a wonderful, sweet, funny, and loving person. Even though I was not his child, he treated me as such. My friends looked up to him, loved him, and thought of him as a mentor in their lives. At his memorial, my grandpa's little church was packed full to the gills of people. He was so loved, and still will always be so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I could have said something, done something to show him how much I loved him. If I had a time machine, I would go back and savor each memory. I sometimes wonder how long it will take for the pain to subside. But the hard part about it is, I know it won't ever go away. I know we won't get over this, but we'll get through this. It's so hard to not have Joseph in our lives, but we are reassured that one day, we will see him again. I can already see him bouncing towards us with a big grin, so excited and happy to show us everything in Heaven that God has for us. I wish and pray everyday that the trumpets would sound and that the sky would part, because I really wanna just go home with Jesus. Our world is a terrible place. God never intended for us to go through this pain of death. He never wanted us to have to suffer the pain we feel when we lose a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>25 random things about misswishingwell</title>
    <published>2009-01-31T21:48:05Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Decoy-Paramore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was tagged on Facebook to do this, so I figured I'd post it here too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am slightly OCD. SLIGHTLY. There are times when I just have to have something organized correctly, or I get moments when I just have to clean and clean until I'm satisfied. And then there are times where I don't care if my room is a slobby mess, but then later in the week I'll wake up and freak and clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I apparently make very good oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. And when I bake, I apparently have magic fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love flan. While a lot of the people I know think it's nasty, I absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really like red lipstick. I just recently got my first tube for Christmas, and I love it. It makes me feel classic and vintagey and older. Is vintagey even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been told I'm much too quiet. I'm very shy, yes, but I'm only quiet when I'm nervous or when I'm thinking about something. It's not cause I'm antisocial. I just get really nervous around people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm very passionate about every little thing I believe in. If you call me out on it, there will be blood shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I honestly can't stand Miley Cyrus. I know you all are probably thinking, WOW JERK. But I really can't stand her voice, and her in general. That goes for Hannah Montana too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For some reason, I have a strong sensitivity to the Holocaust. Whenever someone brings it up, or I see a documentary on it, or I read a book on it, my heart just tugs hard. I don't know why I am so sensitive to it, but I always have been since fifth grade. I don't know anyone Jewish, but my heart goes out to all those lost innocent lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love old movies and vintage clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ribbons and headbands are my absolute favorite thing right now and forever. My current favorite headband is my big huge bow headband I got online. I wear it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I live in camp shirts. No lie, I only have about three, but I wear them a lot. Also, I wear a lot of Hanes white mens shirts too. Those are really comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I wish I knew how to dance. Everytime I try to learn how to do simple slow dancing, I always mess up or get frustrated. I would love to learn though, if I had the patience to learn, and if my partner had the patience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. This really isn't random, but I love musicals, plays, and opera to bits and pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I can't help but love High School Musical. I know it's a kid thing, but I just love it tons and tons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Owls make me happy inside. They remind me of my great grandpa 'Owl'. A lot of the random stuff I own are owls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I've decided when I grow up I'm going to be a pastry chef, and a writer on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I love writing. I don't think I'm very good at it, but I love just sitting down and splattering out a story and thinking them up in my head. It's fun, and an entertainment for myself and the very FEW people I let read my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm using the Miracle Piano and some YouTube videos to learn the piano. It's great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love books. Not like that is a random fact about me, but I love books. I love the smell of old books too. I really like a lot of different stuff from Jane Austen to Jodi Lynn Anderson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. At my wedding, I'm going to have red roses and bright yellow daisies. I love those flowers, if you didn't realize that :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I like listening to music that applies to my life. And when I find a song I like, I listen to it on repeat for a long time until I get tired of it for a while. Then I move on to a new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Being sick is never fun when you're homeschooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I know that when it comes down to homeschool graduation, I'm going to the the kid the other students didn't even know went to their school. I find that funny, seeing as I will be the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Audrey Hepburn is a wonderful lady. I admire her greatly. I love her movies, and I love her in general. She is such an inspiration in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. But my mom is my ultimate hero. I love her to bits and pieces, and I don't know what I would do without her. She is the biggest inspiration in my life, and we are so much alike, it's creepy. Sometimes we feed off of each others emotions, so don't be scared if she gets all irritated or stressed and that happens to me automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>misswishingwell @ 2008-11-07T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-08T04:49:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T04:49:36Z</updated>
    <category term="gossip girl chuck/blair repo! the geneti"/>
    <lj:music>TPOTO-Graveyard-Elizabeth Loyacano/Tim Martin Gleason/Anthony Crivello</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I figured I'd post something. This is totally random, and totally just, a brain throw up. Uhm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My birthday is on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Veteran's&amp;nbsp;Day I'm going with my family to Knott's Berry Farm. It's gonna be exciting. My best friend is coming along too. He's great. He'll go on the coasters with my stepdad while the rest of us wimps eat dip'n dots and funnel cake. YEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NOBAMA, cause i'm a McCainiac. But I&amp;nbsp;guess we're stuck with this guy till he gets impeached/assasinated/end of four years.&amp;nbsp;Just gotta hold strong and pray that the things he promises will be fufilled. Though...I doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HSM3. I&amp;nbsp;saw it. I cried. Vanessa sings nasally as always, and the script was cheesy, and the little British girl was annoying but holy crap it was amazing. I loved it so so much. As cute and cheesy Troyella is, I am still holding strong for Ryella. Seriously, they are too cute, and Troyella is too predictable. But it was very sweet, and I love the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gossip Girl. This show makes me sad and mad all at the same time. I get smad. I love Blair/Chuckness to death. I wish they had more scenes together. I also am sad that the bromance of Chuck/Nate is over. Dude, Nate, get over it. You are a jerk to both Chuck and Blair over 1.13 still?&amp;nbsp;Serena is gorgeous but boring. I hate Jenny, and I hate Jenny and Nate together. SO&amp;nbsp;FREAKING&amp;nbsp;STUPID. But yeah, I want more Chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Repo! the genetic opera. I have gotten into this failbomb that is repo. It is so freakish and scary but the music is brilliant and beautiful and gosh i just freakin love it. It's so awesome. I wish I could see it...If anyone knows where to download it at then let me know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And last off, the thing the whole world is buzzing about...Twilight. I'll be honest, I hate all these stupid fans who are just barely getting into the series because its a movie and everyone is reading it and loving it. I read it a while back before Eclipse came out. So all these fakies and over the top fans really bother me. I don't know, I just, love the series and I love the characters that I&amp;nbsp;would hate to see something like this just get annoying to me because everyone loves it. URG. But yeah, I&amp;nbsp;also think Breaking Dawn never happened. For me the series ended at Eclipse. TEAM SWITZERLAND BAYBAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'll probably post pictures or random stuff later.</content>
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    <title>wowzee wowza</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T01:25:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T01:25:06Z</updated>
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    <category term="sweeney todd"/>
    <category term="edward"/>
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    <category term="the"/>
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    <lj:music>1234-Feist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i haven't posted here in such a long time. its a little dusty in here, sick. anyways, whats up with me? nothin, but i'll explain anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my moms getting married next week. FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People ask me if I'm going on the honeymoon. seriously? whats going through their heads? like i would go and be the third wheel. i hate bein around them bein all lovey dovey now anyways. its gerross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i honestly hate hannah montanna/miley cyrus. she's overrated, and a hoebag. sorry. she is, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't wait till gossip girl comes back on teevee. it's freaking exciting! the drama, the clothes, the actors, CHACE Crawford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i can't wait till April 1st. I know what your thinking, 'wth, april fools day?' no, no, no! sweeney todd on DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i also can't wait for school to be over, i'm dyin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. i can't wait for december. how FUN. twilight movie. i'm so anticipating this movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. just like i'm anticipating the Dark Knight. that for me, is like, the best thing ever. i loved Heath Ledger, and I was so devastated to see him go. he was amazing, and will always live in our hearts. at least his legacy was ended with a fantastic batman movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. hmm hmm what else can i put here? i like writing. if i get up the courage, i'll post what I've been working on so whoever pathetically reads this pathetic journal besides me can see what talent i have, or lack thereof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. oo woopie, last uhh...topic? haha. hmm...i love edward cullen. yewp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kays, ending now. love yas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wicked!!!</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T04:01:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T01:35:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cowboy take me away-Dixie Chicks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I saw Wicked in LA on Saturday! Oh my Lord it was SO amazing. Elphie and Galinda were Eden Espinosa and Megan Hilty. My favorites by the way. My first LIVE performance. We were in the back but I could still see everything crystal clear. Except the dragon, but I didn't wanna see that really haha. Anyways, I really wanted to meet them at the stage door, but I didn't know where it was, and I couldn't find any information about it on like myspace or the actual website for Wicked. I was upset that I didn't get to take a picture with the cast, but I hopefully will get to when I go to see it before it closes! Woooo. I got a defy gravity shirt. It's so cute. My time was amazing, everyone was perfect, and I just LOVED it. Go see it now...&lt;/p&gt;Okay, time for bed, I'm tired, long day.</content>
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    <title>Wicked!!</title>
    <published>2007-10-08T22:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-08T22:52:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wicked Witch of the East-Wicked-Original Broadway Cast</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm SO SO excited! I've been waiting since MAY to see Wicked. Thats when we were supposed to see it. But ya know..things happen and whatever. So finally we are going Saturday to see it at Pantages! I'm so happy. WOOT!</content>
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    <title>First Post</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T23:18:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T01:33:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gilmore Girls-Christopher Returns</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yay, my first LJ post! I'm all excited! Hee. I'll get the hang of this, so bear with me. Today wasn't too interesting. I saw Shrek Three, and thought it was a pretty good movie. Not as good as Meet the Robinsons though, haha...Anyways...thats it I guess..&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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