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  <title>An American Werewolf in Madrid</title>
  <subtitle>kellybeth</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-08-03T05:33:17Z</updated>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2007-07-09T12:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T10:22:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-09T10:22:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kellybeth/pic/000120h7/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kellybeth/pic/000120h7/s320x240" width="313" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kellybeth:111128</id>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2007-04-22T04:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T02:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T02:19:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im so drunk I'll tell you later</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kellybeth:102067</id>
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    <title>Oops! I divorced again</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T20:31:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T20:31:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/freebritney/"&gt;FREE BRITNEY!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com" title="petitions"&gt; Petition &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2006-09-11T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T21:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-16T04:00:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/alternateviews.jsp?iProductID=23405&amp;count=0&amp;edpno=242053"&gt;http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/alternateviews.jsp?iProductID=23405&amp;count=0&amp;edpno=242053&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>To America's next top model: a rap</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T02:27:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-06T02:27:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ATLiens</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Chick be missin her thyroid gland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like she be modeling for Kathey Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she need a lap band, system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby don't know she gotta funky metabolism</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kellybeth:89710</id>
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    <title>Babble</title>
    <published>2006-03-29T17:33:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T05:22:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just wanted to let you know that I just saw the &lt;b&gt;biggest&lt;/b&gt; nostrils Ive even seen in my life. They were like this {''''''''''''''''''} {''''''''''''''''''} wide. No shitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I passed a possum on the sidewalk that had been dead for a couple weeks. I know because hes lying on the sidewalk outside a bar near my ap. He had a little doggy treat in his mouth. Aw. Nighty nighty, sleepy tighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT OK to wear the same outfits over and over and over again unless youre European! I tell my mother this, and she tells me that &lt;i&gt;"Wearing an outfit three times is not the same as wearing an outfit over and over and over again, Kelly"&lt;/i&gt;. What an IDIOT! ExCUSE me?! Yes it is! Over (1), and over (2), and over (3) again. I think Kansas is having a horrible and appaling denim shortage. I looked good in my jeans two years ago - why cant I find any decent jeans around here? Who are the shop-keeping idiots that cant find good California denim dealers that need to have their heads chizzecked? If you or your assiciates are buying bad denim and distributing it in Kansas I blame YOU for my recent fashion no-nos. FUCKING KATHEY IRELAND LINERS DIE! Girlfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something else, but I forgot. Eh. Who gives.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kellybeth:88160</id>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2006-02-24T09:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T15:03:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T15:08:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You Know You Grew Up In The 80's or   Early 90's If: &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  1. You've ever ended a sentence   with the word SIKE. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   2. You watched the Pound   Puppies. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince   of Bel-Air &lt;br /&gt;  and can do the Carlton &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   4.   Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt &lt;br /&gt;  stylishly   sexy. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   5. You yearned to be a member of the   Baby-sitters club &lt;br /&gt;  and tried to start a club of your   own. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake   pals &lt;br /&gt;  scented dolls. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   7. You know that   "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   8. Two words:   Hammer Pants &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   9.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever watched "Fraggle   Rock" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   10. You had plastic streamers on your handle   bars... and &lt;br /&gt;  spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for that   incredible sound &lt;br /&gt;  effect &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   11. You can   sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" &lt;br /&gt;  (Woo   ooh!) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   12. It was actually worth getting up early on   a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;  to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   13. You   wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   14. You   saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on &lt;br /&gt;  the big   screen...and still know the turtles names. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   15. You   got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day &lt;br /&gt;  in computer class at   school. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  16. You made your mom buy one of those clips   that would &lt;br /&gt;  hold your shirt in a knot on the   side. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   17. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   18. You wore   stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were &lt;br /&gt;  proud of   it. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   19. L.A. Gear....need I say   more? &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM"   in &lt;br /&gt;  Kindergarten. (She's Truly   Outrageous.) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   21. You remember reading Tales of a   fourth grader &lt;br /&gt;  nothing and all The Ramona   books. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON,WAX OFF" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   23. You wanted to be a   Goonie. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing.   (some of us...head-to-toe) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   25. You can   remember what Michael Jackson looked like &lt;br /&gt;  before his nose fell off   and his cheeks shifted. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   26. You have ever pondered  why Smurfette was the only &lt;br /&gt;  female smurf. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   27. You took lunch boxes to school... and  traded Garbage &lt;br /&gt;  Pailkids in the   schoolyard. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   28! . You remember the CRAZE, then the   BANNING of slap &lt;br /&gt;  bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   29. You   still get the urge to say "NOT" after   every &lt;br /&gt;  sentence. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   30. You remember   Hypercolor t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   31. Barbie and the Rockers was   your favorite band. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   32. You thought She-ra (Princess   of Power!) and He-Man &lt;br /&gt;  should hook up. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave &lt;br /&gt;  because   you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   34. You   ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   35. After you saw   Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept &lt;br /&gt;  saying "I know you are, but what   am I?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   37. You remember going to the skating rink before there &lt;br /&gt;  were inline skates. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   38.   You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   39. You have ever played with a Skip-It. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   40. You had  or attended a birthday party at McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  41.   You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   42. You remember Popples. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   43. Don't worry, be happy &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over   tights with &lt;br /&gt;     high top Reeboks. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   45. You  wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still &lt;br /&gt;  do...getting yelled  at by younger hip members of the family) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   46. You  remember boom boxes and walking&lt;br /&gt;around with one on your shoulder like you were all that. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   48.   You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   49. You remember watching Rainbow Bright and &amp; My Little Pony Tales &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   50. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from &lt;br /&gt;  Melmac. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were &lt;br /&gt;  `cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   53. You knew all the   characters names and their life &lt;br /&gt;  stories on "Saved By The Bell," The   ORIGINAL class. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH &lt;br /&gt;  THE HEART. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; 55. You just sang those words to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   58. You remember when mullets were cool! &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   59. You had a mullet! &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   60. You still sing "We are the World" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   61. You tight rolled your jeans. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  62. You owned a bannana clip. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   63. You remember "Where's the Beef?" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   64. You used to (and probably still do) say  "What you &lt;br /&gt;  talkin' 'bout Willis?" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   65.   You had big hair and you knew how to use it.  </content>
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    <title>I swear, Im going to write this paper</title>
    <published>2006-02-22T17:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T02:15:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All I want for summer is a strapless tartan dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard in the Anschutz Library:&lt;br /&gt;Dude 1: &lt;i&gt;"So two men are having a conversation. One man says to the other "Im a teepee! Im a wigwam! Im a teepee! Im a wigwam! Im a teepee! Im a wigwam! Im a teepee! Im a wigwam!" And the other man says, "Man, you're two tents""&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude 2: &lt;i&gt;"Im not tense, Im just trying to figure out what Im going to say in this..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude 1: &lt;i&gt;"No man, it was a joke. Two."&lt;/i&gt;, holds up two fingers &lt;i&gt;"Tents."&lt;/i&gt;, creats an A over his head with his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Dude 2: &lt;i&gt;"Oh. Well thats a stupid joke"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude 1: &lt;i&gt;"That girl gets it"&lt;/i&gt; nodding in my direction&lt;br /&gt;Me: [opening livejournal]</content>
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    <title>I love you Iggy</title>
    <published>2006-02-22T03:32:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T16:48:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">While perusing Gawker I happened upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dramatically embellish your public persona&lt;br /&gt;2. Shoot your friend in the face&lt;br /&gt;3. Make as many sex tapes as possible&lt;br /&gt;4. Be Gay&lt;br /&gt;5. Adopt an Ethiopian lovechild&lt;br /&gt;6. Convert to Scientology&lt;br /&gt;7. Cut your hair like Mick Mars and get on the Cobrasnake&lt;br /&gt;8. Regularly go into rehab&lt;br /&gt;9. Grow a moustache&lt;br /&gt;10. Stop eating&lt;br /&gt;11. Fuck someone in Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;12. Get a STD test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you are a Gawker-Goer or a NY reader (I, admittedly, am neither) then you already know this was provoked by the article published by aforementioned publication. My point, you ask? Ohhhhh, no point. No point at all. OK - Number 11. And 9. WHY?!?!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retire to the chamber.</content>
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    <title>picture</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T19:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T23:03:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/344%3C7%3A7923232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E2343%3D5%3B8%3D566%3DXROQDF%3E2323%3B76856987ot1lsi" alt="mi habit" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Remind me to tell you about what happened to me at work on Friday.</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T21:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T05:33:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Remind me to tell you about what happened to me at work on Friday.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kellybeth:77920</id>
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    <title>ZZZzzzZZZzzz</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T15:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T05:28:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To teachers and those who associate with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can peel off all of my nail polish before class is over &lt;b&gt;YOU ARE WAY TOO FUCKING BORING&lt;/b&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Dangah, dangah! When we kiss!</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T02:48:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T05:26:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How ironic that EMI threatened Danger Mouse with legal action after the Gray Album and now hes producing one of, if not THE biggest albums of the year for said company///</content>
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    <title>Sushi and rocking = &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2005-06-10T21:52:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T05:29:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If rocking you by day and eating sushi and dancing in a basement by night is wrong, I dont want to be right.</content>
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    <title>Hungry Chinese people</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T17:13:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T04:56:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Given that one chinese person eats 1 cup of rice and feels satisfied, and I were a sack of rice, measured by weight not volume, I alone could feed 340 hungry mouths.</content>
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    <title>Peter Piper?</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T01:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T05:00:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im in a bar in Santiago and a man just pulled out his bagpipes and started playing them.</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2005-02-23T16:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T15:21:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T16:27:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Two nights ago I was walking home from a cafe (lots and I mean LOTS of studying happening) and I turned down my street and some guy with dreads was standing under either Diana or Saras bedroom window whistling Perfect Day. I had never met him, and I know most of their friends since I spend as much time at their apartment as I do my own. I went up to my room and looked out the window and he was still there, whistling softly. I got ready for bed and when I looked out again he was gone. Must have gone upstairs. Things like that just dont happen &lt;s&gt;in real life&lt;/s&gt; in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lou Reed - Perfect Day&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day &lt;br /&gt;Drink sangria in the park &lt;br /&gt;And then later, when it gets dark, we'll go home &lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day &lt;br /&gt;Feed animals in the zoo &lt;br /&gt;Then later a movie too, and then home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you &lt;br /&gt;Oh such a perfect day &lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day &lt;br /&gt;Problems all left alone &lt;br /&gt;Weekenders on our own &lt;br /&gt;It's such fun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day &lt;br /&gt;You make me forget myself &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was someone else &lt;br /&gt;Someone good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow...&lt;/tt&gt;</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2005-02-15T18:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T16:49:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T16:50:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cant believe that am out here in Spain and NOT keeping a diary. Am horrible. Must self terminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night went to Moores to play the pub quiz. Decided to start doing &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; adult things now that Im 22. :::phisssh::: Some of the basketball players from the Rosalia showed up. Mainly on the prowl, which I saw right through but but to my total dismay none of BetaGammaZeta girls noticed. Something about basketball players makes KU women hysterical. A frenzied calm came over everyone and the girls of BetaBetaAlphaMeta put up a fine exterior.  Was like West Minister - just not the abby. Never had I seen such good posture in all of my life (I remind you that I am at the mature age of twentyTWO). One of the guys, let it be known - the most godly one, gave me my own nickname: WAP. Thats how to say map after 7 pints in an Irish bar. It can also stand for Women Against Prejudice. The good thing about meeting the new guys on the team is that they probably dont know I went home with one of the older players and havent heard the UN-true rumors about him railing my white ass into the headboard all night. The bad thing is I got smashed and let it slip about my little &lt;i&gt;ok, 5 month long&lt;/i&gt; crush on the Basque. They gave me a personal invite to the game on Friday :::wink wink, nudge nudge::: but will be in Asturias on a weekender. Hopefully can see him again, as I want to ¨to it¨ with him. I heard some where that Basques had ¨big ones¨. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maeve almost got in a fight with Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Ben tried, but failed at starting a fight with Marco (name?)</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2005-02-02T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T18:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T18:20:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mala Rodriguez</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why cant. I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that Valentines Day even existed until the programs mail box was stuffed with valentines from the states today. Usually this holiday doesnt bother me. Ive never had a valentine. NOR did I want one. NOR did I care. Well, last Valentines Day was different because... it just was. I was with Aaron, Henry´s Upstairs, Fuk Love w/Ming &amp; FS, the after party. Holy, that was a long time ago. It seems like he and I were together only a few months ago, but its been a year. &lt;i&gt;I always pat myself on the back for how well I dealt with the break-up. I admit, it was a little ugly for a while, but could have been WAY worse. And you know it, too.&lt;/i&gt; But anyway, Ive never cared about that kind of childs play. Chocolate and roses, I mean, give me a BREAK! Peeyew! But the valentines made me sad today. Not like I have anyone to miss back home. Not like anyone &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; send me something, but I suppose thats the point. I dont really have anyone to miss. Or to miss me.</content>
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    <title>taken from marmaladeskies</title>
    <published>2005-01-03T18:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-03T18:52:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">2004 IN REVIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What did you do in 2004 that you've never done before?&lt;br /&gt; defied my parents&lt;br /&gt;02. Did you keep your New Years resolution?&lt;br /&gt; i cant even &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; my new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;03. Did someone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt; just a grip of hoes from ICT&lt;br /&gt;04. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;05. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt; spain and england&lt;br /&gt;06. What would you like to get in 2005 that you didn't get in 2004?&lt;br /&gt; a one bedroom&lt;br /&gt;07. What date from 2004 will be etched in your memory and why?&lt;br /&gt; january 17 because the party was awesome, march 6 because he kissed me,  may 1 because he was honest, december 25 because it was the shit "you said something. it was really important" -pjharvey&lt;br /&gt;08. What was your biggest achievement of this year?&lt;br /&gt; landing an internship in l.a.&lt;br /&gt;09. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt; budgeting&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer from some illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt; a uti turned kidney infection&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt; a beach glass ring&lt;br /&gt;12. Who's behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt; my cousin, for raising a beautiful little girl&lt;br /&gt;13. Who's behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt; edwin morales. production company what&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt; music, duh&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really really excited about?&lt;br /&gt; going to san fransisco for my 21st &lt;br /&gt;16. What songs will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt; chingy "one call away", amp fiddler "i believe in you", ded prez "hell yeah" ft. jay zizza &lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;happier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt; reading/yoga&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt; overthinking&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt; "receiving"&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt; regardless of what previous entries may suggest, no&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one night stands?&lt;br /&gt; one (see no. 20)&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite tv program?&lt;br /&gt; blow out and pimp my ride&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt; yes, in fact i do&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt; uh. the commission reports?&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt; ojos de brujo&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt; a fahbulous hair cut&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt; i like to make a habit of getting what i want&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite film of the year?&lt;br /&gt; hero was THE SHIT&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt; first henrys upstairs and then the jazzhizous with all my girls and this dude&lt;br /&gt;hey, where is number 31?&lt;br /&gt;32. What made your year more measurably satisfying?&lt;br /&gt; more sex. definitely&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion sense of 2004?&lt;br /&gt; it cant be described, must be &lt;i&gt;experienced&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What celebrity figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt; brad renfro go figure&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt; gay marriage, absolutely&lt;br /&gt;36. Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt; look, i live in spain. i miss &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best new person you've met?&lt;br /&gt; papi tuna&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you've learned in 2004?&lt;br /&gt; you cant make them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best/Worst of 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Party: January 16: random party in San Fransisco &lt;br /&gt;2. Show: Blow Out or something Bobby Flay&lt;br /&gt;3. CD: Ratatat&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie: Hero&lt;br /&gt;5. Song: Manu Chau "Me Gusta Tu"&lt;br /&gt;6. Experience: whip-its with Doug&lt;br /&gt;7. Concert: Soundtrack of Our Lives with Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;8. Book: dammit, i read magazines people&lt;br /&gt;9. Month: February&lt;br /&gt;10. Day: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Party: May 15: Aarons party.&lt;br /&gt;2. Show: Laguna Beach or Spanish programing&lt;br /&gt;3. CD: what? how the hell would i know? &lt;br /&gt;4. Movie: La Muerte de Nadie: un documentario de Chez Heinz - SNORE&lt;br /&gt;5. Song: Air Force Ones by nobody gives a fuuuck&lt;br /&gt;6. Experience: breaking up or! the kidney infection&lt;br /&gt;7. Concert: i dunno, but Edwins little deal over at the Jackpot a week ago was pretty lame&lt;br /&gt;8. Book: Catcher in the Rye&lt;br /&gt;9. Month: June&lt;br /&gt;10: Day: thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predict something that will happen in 2005:&lt;br /&gt; i remain single&lt;br /&gt; the neptunes make a huge career mistake&lt;br /&gt; metallic purses - the new "thing"&lt;br /&gt; ashton and demi break up&lt;br /&gt; ku goes to the final four&lt;br /&gt; laura flynn boyle goes missing after digesting herself &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hope changes with your country?&lt;br /&gt; the democratic choke hold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hope for yourself?&lt;br /&gt; to be more responsible with money &lt;br /&gt; to go big or go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hope for your family? &lt;br /&gt; i hope my father slows down the drinking&lt;br /&gt; i hope my mother slows down the overtime&lt;br /&gt; i hope my fathers sister-in-law chokes on an olive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hope for your best friends?&lt;br /&gt; i hope they graduate on time &lt;br /&gt; i hope they dont leave lawrence afterward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think any amazing medical advances will be made?&lt;br /&gt; they will perfect the fake tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hope for 2005?&lt;br /&gt; to grow. up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when it began?&lt;br /&gt; the bottleneck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you stay up?&lt;br /&gt; of course i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were your new years wishes?&lt;br /&gt; too drunk to wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt; two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke up:&lt;br /&gt; two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt; perpetually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to say goodbye to:&lt;br /&gt; cable television and diet dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed anyone:&lt;br /&gt; yes, and KJHK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win anything:&lt;br /&gt; $100 bet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best place you went:&lt;br /&gt; i live in EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst place you went:&lt;br /&gt; Hot Springs, AR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest Moment:&lt;br /&gt; sledding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Present:&lt;br /&gt; citizen jeans. ow!</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2004-12-29T01:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T07:55:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T07:55:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Re: confirmation of Rock Stardom (like we needed any further proof?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 18: depart Santiago, arrive in London. While minding the gap I meet 3 nice American girls and a British soccer team who help me navigate the underground. I leave the boys at midtown and the girls escort me to my hostel. &lt;i&gt;Hostels in London are very in right now.&lt;/i&gt; I ate fast food at the Curdled Chicken and 2 Turkish guys wearing tight Sick Boy jeans hit on me in front of their girlfriends. Then I meet a metrosexual who invited me to have indian food down the street. We ate some nan and I ordered the house red but sent it back because it was too vinegary. Mental note: never order wine at Indian restaurantes. In the hostel I meet a guy from South Africa who taught my some magic tricks. Im not too bad. He told me I had perfect fingers. I balked.&lt;br /&gt;Dec 19: depart London and arrive in Houston airport with hash on my person. Authorities pull me aside for staying at an insecure hostel and search my bags. Im escorted onto the plane to assure that I make my flight in a timely fashion. I was greeted at the airport with big flashy signs and lots of screeching. The good kind that makes people want to be included. &lt;br /&gt;Dec 20: Blow a little, drink a little, dance a little. But Nothing too rowdy. However did run into an old friend who is now the proud head of a derailed Production Company who cussed me out in the street. Really good business prowess, I can see why he has been so successful...&lt;br /&gt;Dec 21: Go to the Jazzhaus. Run into my ex, more or less. He says nothing to me. I say nothing to him. Realize that no, dont care about him any more. Just have strong desire to fuck his best friend, whoever the lucky bastard might be. To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;Dec 23: Home to Wichita. Snore&lt;br /&gt;Dec 25: Christmas day. Got lame gifts. To satiate my disappointment picked up an army brat at a posh bar. He blew a couple hundred dollars on a hotel room and made me feel all better about my lame Christmas with the parents. I always said "If I ever fuck a republican, just take me out back and put a bullet through my brain. Cos Id be crazy" Ha! Proved me wrong. What?&lt;br /&gt;Dec 27: Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;Dec 30: Hot Springs, AR&lt;br /&gt;Jan  2: Wichita, KS&lt;br /&gt;Jan  3: Lawrence, KS&lt;br /&gt;Jan  4: Los Angeles, CA&lt;br /&gt;Jan  6: depart KCI&lt;br /&gt;Jan  7: arrive MAD. Celebrate 22nd birthday with a guy named Tuna&lt;br /&gt;Jan  8: Home to Santiago, A Coruna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a wonderful life.</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2004-12-12T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T16:40:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T16:40:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#076f0a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#004000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#408824"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#295d16"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#0b5d13"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#008000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;oral hygiene is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2004-12-10T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T21:29:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I dry heave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Armando today. Well, to say ¨ran into¨ isnt quite accurate. What I mean is he strategically placed himself in the alley he knew I would walk through after seeing me come through the damn plaza below his bedroom window. Do I know this for sure? No. But I can only assume from the way he was casually propped against a corner browsing through his cell phone looking for (?) who knows. The first thing he said to me was ¨I was really mad when you shut the door in my face the other day¨. Of course I had to have him repeat the sentence about 3 times before I understood what the hell he was talking about. Anyone care to know &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; I shut the door in his face? Ill tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·he invited himself over&lt;br /&gt;·after having one of his crony friends spy on me&lt;br /&gt;·the entire time he was leaning &lt;u&gt;way&lt;/u&gt; too close&lt;br /&gt;·giving me bedroom eyes*&lt;br /&gt;·and on his way out he was blowing me kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want your air kisses, Armando. I do not want your poetry. The thing is, he is everything I usually go for in a guy. All the girls here think hes cute ¨Yum! Dont you love to kiss his big pouty lips?¨ quoted Selena. No. And does anyone care to know why? &lt;i&gt;Other than the fact that Im too cool for men.&lt;/i&gt;  Because, though my spanish could be better, and I dont really understand what Armando is saying some (most) of the time, I can still tell that he is a complete moron. Big time mouth-breather. Dude is receiving unemployment at the wee age of 26. Its not ok. ITS NOT OK! You cant be with me if you dont gots no prospects... though am enjoying his CD collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty pissed that he was trying to sneak around to bitch me out about something that isnt a big deal. Shutting the door on your way out? Please, I wanted to shut the door before you even came in. I mean, every time I see this guy hes crying about one thing or another. Someone needs to pop a titty in that mouth. You cant be friends with someone like that. So, thats where I freaked out on him, yeah. Pretty much right there in the street in front of everyone passing by. And the thing is, after I was done yelling at him I stalked off toward my flat and realized I was totally grammatically incorrect. He probably didnt comprehend a damn thing I said. Just going to hope he got the message, because is was definitely loud, if not so clear. So Ive been heated all day about The Brat.</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2004-12-06T19:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T19:03:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elle/Ella&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;3. KelKel/Kellers/KelBel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;1. style&lt;br /&gt;2. quick wit&lt;br /&gt;3. i dunno. i must be pretty awesome to have such a dope group of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;1. i procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;2. my tendency to speak without thinking&lt;br /&gt;3. my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;1. French&lt;br /&gt;2. Native American&lt;br /&gt;3. uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. the ocean&lt;br /&gt;2. tripping near stairs&lt;br /&gt;3. having children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;1. Mac studio fix powder&lt;br /&gt;2. my beach glass ring&lt;br /&gt;3. largish bag that could fit a toddler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. black DKNY hoodie&lt;br /&gt;2. bright pink shawl&lt;br /&gt;3. a tampon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS&lt;br /&gt;1. De La Soul&lt;br /&gt;2. Tribe Called Quest&lt;br /&gt;3. Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT&lt;br /&gt;1. Chambao - Yo No Tengo Pasta&lt;br /&gt;2. Dire Straits - My Party&lt;br /&gt;3. Paco de Lucia - El Dengue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;1. traveling alone&lt;br /&gt;2. knitting a scarf&lt;br /&gt;3. not shaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;1. passion&lt;br /&gt;2. sincerity&lt;br /&gt;3. autonomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND ONE LIE&lt;br /&gt;1. I have never been in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Im related to a very famous DJ who is signed with a prestigious record label.&lt;br /&gt;3. I eat my boogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. angular jaw bones&lt;br /&gt;2. buzzed heads&lt;br /&gt;3. great arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT YOU JUST CAN'T DO&lt;br /&gt;1. budget &lt;br /&gt;2. get my mile under 9 min&lt;br /&gt;3. algebra 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES&lt;br /&gt;1. making lamps&lt;br /&gt;2. cooking&lt;br /&gt;3. scrapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. cook something fabulous with Jessie&lt;br /&gt;2. drink a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;3. find a cheap flight from KC to Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING&lt;br /&gt;1. marketing&lt;br /&gt;2. recd label &lt;br /&gt;3. trophy wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;br /&gt;1. Greece - the islands&lt;br /&gt;2. NYC&lt;br /&gt;3. Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES&lt;br /&gt;1. Javi &lt;br /&gt;2. Eve&lt;br /&gt;3. god I hope I dont have to do this in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. pick up a third language&lt;br /&gt;2. own a little boutique&lt;br /&gt;3. learn to surf - in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FOUR* PEOPLE WHO SHOULD TAKE THIS QUIZ OR DIE PAINFULLY&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.</content>
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    <title>kellybeth @ 2004-11-29T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T20:16:45Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Maga</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I cant even remember what I did yesterday.  How did I get here? This is not my beautiful family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that gross person who is using a public computer and is sniffling and sneezing and making a bunch of bodily noises... I hate people like that! But I demand sympathy for myself when I come down with a cold. Its absolutely necessary, and I refuse to get well until I receive fully deserved pampering. The computer next to me is broken and people keep sitting down and wiggling the mouse and tapping the keyboard. Ha FOOLS! Its broken! If the completely blank screen didnt tip you off, then the spilled bottle of water should have. People act like theyve never used a computer before... Fucking Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to brag on a public medium about my lovely PHONE CALL yesterday from my best friends! &lt;i&gt;That I had been waiting for all damn semester...&lt;/i&gt; I had walked across town to use the ¨special¨ pay phone that doesnt eat up your phone card, and paid my dues in line for over half an hour, and when I finally got up to use the pay phone my cell started ringing. I thought &lt;i&gt;¨Oh, fucking hell, I know its my parents again, calling to tell me to get over it. But Im not! NOT OVER IT!¨&lt;/i&gt; And that would mean, if I answer the phone and talk to the for any amount of time, that I have to relinquish my pay phone status and get back in line after I hang up with my bloody parents. BUT! it was just the people I was in line to call in the first place. Now if that isnt cosmic, I dont know what is. And the second part to that is I didnt have their numbers. I had lost them so I was going to have to call info or some bullshit to get a hold of them. Now thats wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from Granitz. He talked fondly about Phil throughout the entire email. That &lt;u&gt;asshole&lt;/u&gt; never responded to my request for forwarded music reviews. How dangerous can one girl be from the other side of the world, anyway? It just goes to prove my secret POWERS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought a ticket for Cineuropa to see American Crime, for the SOLE purpose of seeing a movie in english, only to find out later that it was dubbed in spanish. Fucking ego-maniacs. But, I will make myself feel better by purchasing a ticket to see the Violent Femmes and Soundtrack of Out Lives tomorrow. So take THAT, España.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pointless entry. Sorry guys.</content>
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