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  <title>Dirt-Filled Hovel of the Pretentious Artist</title>
  <subtitle>All your bombs are belong to us!</subtitle>
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    <name>Jessica Danielle</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-04T03:56:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monpetitpal:12347</id>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2007-07-04T00:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-04T03:56:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-04T03:56:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My jaw is all snappy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monpetitpal:11981</id>
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    <title>Jumbled Thoughts</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T23:15:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T23:15:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Keshia Chante? Maybe? Radio Crap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;If Sheyland ever becomes a supervisor/key holder, whatever the fuck they're called, I am quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jugo Juice is hiring. I hope I will be one of the hirees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my license. Now we can fuck off to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified for the summer to end, and to start at Mount A, to have Luke move away, to be alone for another two years. What if he finds someone else? What if I acutally cannot act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My credit card is maxed. I need a second job. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated with the joke that is "management" at Starbucks. It's sad when I almost have to fight to get more than one day off within a two-week period, even though that's like, illegal and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something at least partially exciting and or amusing tonight. I am so bored.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monpetitpal:11575</id>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2007-04-30T00:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T03:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T03:43:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nada</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been letting you know what is going on in my life lately. So since it is 12:30 in the am, and I (surprise) cannot sleep, I think I just might do so.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am back in the Moncdot until the end of time, for those who may not have known. Lots of shit went down in Fredericton, and I am just not happy there like I was. The irony is that Luke is still moving there, provided he gets in to the Centre for Arts. (The evil, horrible gf in me is still hoping he doesn't.. yes, I am terrible). I'm not sure what is really going on with us right now, but we seem to be making it through life together, as hard as it has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting at Mount Allison in September, and I'm quite excited about it. Even though it will be completely useless to me in the future, I'm planning on majoring in the Drama programme there, so I will at least be doing something of interest to me. Then, when I'm finished with my B.A, I'll eventually get my Business Degree and try to open my own cafe. (Hopefully here in Moncton) I am also considering pursuing the whole acting degree thing at UBC or York or some other hoity toity place like that, once I get my BA. I'm not mentally stable enough to do it right now, but I think i would like to try living in the Western part of Canada for a couple of years, just to say that I did. This is provided I can actually get into one of those schools with my abilities, haha. We'll see though, lots of things can happen in 2 years time.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I think about my future alot now. I lie awake at night, wondering what the hell is going to happen with me and my "dreams". Since I started working at Starbucks, I just keep thinking about how much I enjoy the whole cafe deal. I know I'm not getting the exact same experience that I would in a different setting, but the longer I work there, the more I feel that despite my lack of taste for coffee, this seems to be the right kind of industry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Starbucks, yes I did end up giving into the corporatewhoreness of it all. Despite the lack of real, talented management here in Moncton, I am enjoying it in spite of myself. Personally, I miss the one in Fredericton like nothing else, but I accept that I can't get back what I had, and I have to move forward with what is in front of me right now. There is really only one person at the Bux that I absolutely cannot stand working with, but if things go well, we won't ever really be working together too often. I think this may work out for very well for me, but keep your fingers crossed just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many great things I want to plan for this summer, with so many wonderful people. I think I have found, for the most part, the right niche of friends that I need to have to get myself on a good track. I am knocking on wood though, just because of the dramatic tendencies that my group of friends can't seem to get away from. But despite all that, I am happier here with them than the friends I thought I had in Fredericton. I'm basically only staying in contact with 2 of my STU girls, and while that makes me incredibly unhappy, since I honestly have no idea what the hell went wrong up there, part of me could care less. I know now which ones actually care about me, and for them I am eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it. even I am bored with myself right now. I give up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monpetitpal:11212</id>
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    <title>Rumbling ramblings</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T00:08:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T00:12:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>World Wide Suicide- Pearl Jam</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There's been some controversy floating around my residence lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, controversy may not be the best word to describe it- playing a guessing game, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Allie's room-mate is apparently a lesbian- or so she and her "girlfriend" are attempting to make Allie think. I admit that the way they were telling her is very much sketch. Who says "No, seriously, we're together, do you want us to make out?" in an attempt to convince someone of their sexuality? It's just.. odd. Grade 7, much?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah may or may not be gay- it's one of those things that wouldn't surprise me to know, but honestly, it's her business. I'm not really interested in knowing whether she is or not. It's not really our place to discuss it, seeing as none of us are really "friends" with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I may sound a bit hypocritcal discussing it here, but hey, nobody on my LJ knows who the hell I'm talking about. And I need to get this out somewhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, is that whenever anybody brings up, what bothers me the most is that everyone needs to reassure us all "not that it MATTERS, you know, she's still cool" or "It's alright with me, honestly, she's been an aewsome roommate, I don't really CARE".&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you DO care, and clearly it DOES matter what her sexuality is. I'm surprised by the reactions of the girls here; I always thought they were very much open-minded people. Some are quite naive, but for the most part, I figured they were accepting. Apparently I was wrong. I notcie the subtle changes in mannerisms and expressions when someone is around that is gay. Mostly among the lesbians, not so much for the gay men, but the women. &lt;br /&gt;I've heard many comments of "I don't care that she's a lesbian, because she's my friend, but if she hit on me, then dude.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if a girl hit on you? You should have the same reaction that you do when a guy hits on you... If you don't want the attention, you tell them as much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm more tolerant than alot of people here. I'd be flattered at the attentions of a woman just as much as I was a man- I love getting hit on, it makes me feel AWESOME about myself. I am an attention-whore no matter where it comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange and conservative here in Fredericton. I even have many moments I'm ashamed of; I find myself feeling the need to be like "Haha, jeeze, I have to stop being such a lesbian" when me and my friends are joking around about things. It's odd when I'm so comfortable around friends back home- boob fondlage, ass-grabbing, etc., and up here all that is just "so, so WRONG". Jokes with each other, comments like "you look really hot, you're so hot, i would tap you" are alright as long as you don't cross this invisible line. I hug my friends here very few times, only when we're leaving/coming back for breaks, or when  someones upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really close to my closest friends up here, but if I ever talk about some of my exploits from back home.. I feel so awkward. They look awkward. I mean, you don't always talk about how you make out with girls when you're drunk. I do it, I'm not proud of the fact that it only seems to happen when I'm drunk. I hate people thinking I'm like every other drunk party girl "trying to be cool". I've had to explain the Erin situation to people, some other moments with Ven, for a reason. I don't bring them up to be cool. They have come up when explaining situations about Luke and Erin, when I'm having problems I need to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think they would understand me on the topic of my feelings of the same sex. I would never call myself a lesbian, and I don't even think I could call myself bisexual really. I like girls; I thnk they are gorgeous. I would rather look at a naked girl than a naked guy (depending on how sexilicious his muscles were, hurhur), I find the body just more appealing. I don't know why. The best kiss I've ever had came from a girl. I've had crushes on girls. Like, real crushes. But I like the peen. Love, in fact. Even though they look like mini darth vaders. And I accept that. I think I COULD fall in love with a girl, just like I've fallen in love with  two boys, because you can never really know who your strongest feelings will be for. But it hasn't happened yet, and I don't think I can call myself anything other than straight really, because I don't feel that I have had the experience to call myself otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel comfortable talking about this here. I know it's pretty public to do, but I know the people who are reading this journal, if they ACTUALLY read it. And they are people that I feel comfortable knowing what I've just said. I don't think I could ever tell this to Becks, or Linds, or Jenna. I can already see the reactions that they would have. I just don't think they would "get it". I'm not even sure I understand it myself, really. I find my feelings to be quite...confusing. But I'm in a place where I don't really need to make them unconfusing. I'm in a good relationship with a boy I luurve. I just hate that there are things I can't explain to my best friends because I kind of feel that they won't accept me the way they do now. Not that I think that the change would be enormous, but I know it would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh it feels so could to get my heead clear of all these thoughts. It makes me happy just to be writing something again, even if it ws just a pointless ramble. I think the pills are starting to work, and I'm actually feeling right with myself now. Not happy, but just right. It feels pretty damn good.</content>
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    <title>Love is...</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T16:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-01T16:01:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">comfort&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;speaking through your heartbeats</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monpetitpal:10654</id>
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    <title>This is just a punk rock song..</title>
    <published>2006-10-14T03:45:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-14T03:45:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Infected- Bad Religion</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We need to take a moment for the fact that I spent over 200$ today.. and nothing I bought was black.&lt;br /&gt;Red, green, purple, blue, grey and brown, but no black.&lt;br /&gt;What was that? Hell freezing over? Yes, I think I heard it too...&lt;br /&gt;Currently, since everyone cares, I am sporting Betty Boop pjs, a skulled headband and a purple scarf-thing. Which is big and blanket-like when I want it to be, and cute and scarf like for those other times.&lt;br /&gt;And my hair is purple.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing as I never update..&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at STU for "Vanier Hall Gong-Show: MACH 2." It's pretty quiet here these days, all the noisy (read: fun) people have moved out. But I kind of enjoy the quiet, especially on weekend mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Play rehearsals have been going alright. I haven't really grown attached to the play, my character, or anybody in the cast. Although I did have an interesting albeit strange conversation with three other girls outside the theater about nipple pierecings, the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Odd, oui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially addicted to Facebook and Myspace. They appear to have become the new Livejournal for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am checking myself into rehab any day now.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have downloaded the entire Sailor Moon Manga Series, and am still in the process of downloading the cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Expect me to buy cat ears soon, to start saying "CHAN! ^__^" and call everyone "San" after their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University sure has made me allll grown up.</content>
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    <title>Buahaha</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T15:56:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T15:56:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Love Like Winter- AFI</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Quiz.. stoled from teh Jenn"&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jess&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: June 1st, 1987&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Moncton&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Green&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Purpley color&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Irish, Acadian, German, Scottish (I'm just a big ol' drunk-fest)&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Spiders, balloons, heights&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: I put myself down way too much.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: pepperoni is amazing, with cheese stuffed crusts&lt;br /&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: stop being so dramatic in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Best physical feature: My eyes xD&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: It depends when I get tired&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: hmmm... just days when I could get up, and do shit all for weeks straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: ...McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Whatever I'm in the mood for.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: neither&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: i HATE iced tea.. blech&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: cappucino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: mostly when I drink&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: Way too much.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower daily: every single day. i hate the unshowered feeling&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) school: I love University. such a better experience&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Eventually,. yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: If by "health" you mean "fast-food every other day, fatcakes" then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Like, a billion times because I'm a fucking Alkie&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: A lot&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: Not in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Sure have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: YES lol&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: I can;t really say,, I don't think I have, but I do stupid things like that soetimes&lt;br /&gt;Cheated: on someone? in something?&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a member of the same sex: lalw. big fat lesbo, right here&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: Y... no... yes... wait.  No, I've always been the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;Been fired: No&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: No&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger: yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a blind date: No&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school: yes.. im a rebel&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a co-worker: the hilarious thing is.. YES.&lt;br /&gt;Travelled out of the country: Maine.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up from drinking: Ugh. Me and Alexander Keith are not speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Many times&lt;br /&gt;Been snowboarding: yep&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh pit: Accidentley &lt;br /&gt;Been in an abusive relationship: ..yes&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone you couldn't have: never loved.. stalked yes, not loved.. lawl&lt;br /&gt;Made a snow angel: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Flown a kite: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Built a sand castle: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Played dress up: just last week... i mean... yes, as a child &lt;br /&gt;gone mud bogging: LOL no but i wish&lt;br /&gt;gone sledding: Oh hell yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep @ school: Ohhhh yes. &lt;br /&gt;Used/Made a fake ID: Nope, pointless&lt;br /&gt;Been in a tickle fight: Yes, and I get really mad and end up kicking the other person usually.&lt;br /&gt;Hit a deer: thank god no&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended/had detention: Detention&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident: No&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the rain: i love doing that&lt;br /&gt;Sang Karaoke: badly, but of course&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Text/calling: ...ashamedly, yes&lt;br /&gt;Been cliff jumping: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all night: many times. its called university&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ghosts: kind of. mostly when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;Gone streaking: No&lt;br /&gt;Spent a night in jail: not yet&lt;br /&gt;Made a porn video: someday muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed a little: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Mooned/flashed someone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a test: many times, stupid chem&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten someones name: All the damn time, I forget my best friends' names sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked: Almost every night, it's a lot more cozy.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a roller coaster: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had a cavity: never&lt;br /&gt;Fell walking up stairs: it's what i do best&lt;br /&gt;Licked/Bitten somone: Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: I know I will someday.&lt;br /&gt;Age you want to die: Whenever I start losing my mind...more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: Green and Blue&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Umm.. long-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: Doing this.&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: Doing this.. I get distracted&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: Calling in sick to work, and going to the mall with Jess and Jenn&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: Getting nervous/ packing for University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: like not going away to school.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: being a girl&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: my true feelings.. about llamas&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: the days when you didn't have to work all summer or pay for school (me too Jessie and Jenn!)&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: pie.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Music Rant/Ramble type thing</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T18:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T18:00:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All Hail The HeartBreaker- The Spill Canvas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm not really sure if this classifies as a rant, but whatever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just chillin, listening to my playlist play like, the same 5 songs over and over like it does for some unknown reason, and once it finally played a new song, it came up with some of the new Billy Talent that I stuck on there. And I was thinking to myself that I really really really love this band. Like, they fly so far under the radar it seems, and nobody with real taste actually APPRECIATES their music. I mean, we have the teeny-boppers who hear it and go "Oh, he's screaming, this must be hardcore punk rawkzorz" but they're actually way better than that. Their sound is fairly original. At least, it was when they first hit mainstream. You didn't hear a band like that on the radio very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Which then lead me to think about how kick-ass I've heard their shows are, and how much I would kill to see them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then THAT lead to me thinking about other bands I'd love to see live. I'd go see Nickleback again in a heartbeat, not because I'm particularily fond of their music anymore, but that was one of the best live concerts I've ever seen. Three Days Grace, I'd murder&amp;nbsp;a hobo to see them again.&amp;nbsp;When they play their&amp;nbsp;music live, it&amp;nbsp;is wicked awesome. Even though the video for "Animal I have Become" makes me want to hurt things, I love their music, and their new album is fucking pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess my music taste is changing.. It's going a little more emo-ish?, or something&amp;nbsp;along those lines. I'm currently in love with the Spill Canvas and Jack's Mannequin. Sound isn't too original but I find they do what they do well. AFI is quickly becoming one of my faves, even though I pretty much avoided their music like the plague before. I hate to say it, but "Miss Murder" is the reason for that one. Plus the fact that the lead singer is sometimes of indeterminate sex, hahahaha. And Panic! At the Disco makes me incredibly happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that liking those bands didn't come with all the rest of the fan-teens. The ones who will cause me to avoid any shows I might be able to get to, because of their attitudes and the way people who like that music have become labelled. Which, yes, labels are ridiculous in the first place. I mean, it sucks that liking those bands will immediately place myself into some sort of group of people that I despise. And the reason it bothers me are the ones who ruin the music for the rest of us who honestly appreciate the sound. Sometimes I hate telling people what bands I like, because they then automatically assume I am one type of person. Maybe I sound hypocritical or something, and I know I care too much about what people think, but it just angers me. I want to like what I like without annoying people going "Ooer you're trying to be so Punk Rock or so Emo or so Indie". I'm NOT. I'm trying to like what I like. And yes, I like punk. I do, ashamedly, enjoy some "emo" music. And it's always fun knowing about some obscure, really good Indie band that you can introduce people to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, though, I'm not allowed to enjoy all of those genres. I'm not "allowed" to like to hear some good, raunchy R&amp;amp;B or disgustingly candy-coated pop song once in awhile. For some reason, people frown on a broad enjoyment of music. I'll admit, I often wonder how people can stand to listen to country all the time, but once in a while there's a catchy song that i just can't get out of my head. Shit happens. It doesn't mean I'm not true to what I really enjoy, and I do enjoy the "harder" sounds. But sometimes, you're just not in the mood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just never be the hardcore punk rocker I really want to be. (/sarcasm) But that shouldn't mean I can't enjoy their music, and go to my NOFX concert in August.&amp;nbsp; However, I will NEVER like Fall Out Boy, Simple Plan, HIM or CKY. That's just going too far. I don't understand the hype that surrounds them, and never will. And I will also never respect anyone who thinks any of them are "hardcore". You want to like, them, like them, but Fall Out Boy and SImple Plan are about as hardcore punk rock as a kitten in little kitty booties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done with that shit.</content>
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    <title>Dearly beloved, we gather here...</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T16:34:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T16:34:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>La Vie Boheme</lj:music>
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    <title>JKASHDSJHD</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T03:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-22T03:59:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something angry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My day went horribly, horribly wrong, and not at all the way I had planned it. &lt;br /&gt;Moncton Hospital Emerg fucked up my life in the following ways:&lt;br /&gt;-I missed out on hanging with Meggy, Adam and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't get to go to Victoria Park for prom pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-I am not at Ven's party. Because I am exhausted, and missed out on a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I . hate. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited 10 FUCKING HOURS for absolutely shit all. &lt;br /&gt;And the best part? &lt;br /&gt;the only reason I actually got to see a doctor is because at hour 9, I took off the fucking gay hospital gown, put on my clothes, gathered my things and walked to the nurses station to inform them that I was leaving. Whereupon the nurse grabbed my case file, went "You've been here since 12 and nobodys seen you?!?! Surely we can bump you up" which prompted the doctor sitting next to her to take pity and tell me that she would see me next.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor was super nice. but still. I hate them all.</content>
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    <title>Life...</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T01:59:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T01:59:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tori Amos- A Sorta Fairytale/Unwritten-Natasha Bedingfield</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Changing is hard. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to be happy is a difficult task to undertake. but I'm trying. I don't think I'm quite getting there, but I'm trying my damndest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyflesh and I are.. kinda trying things again, I think. Seeing where things can go from here. We're both changing; growing up I guess. It's already felt different for a few weeks now. And that's good, what we both needed. Let's see where the summer can take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is slowly becoming a word in my vocabulary. Although it tends to dropkick me in the face once in awhile to remind me not to rely on it.&lt;br /&gt;I like to say dropkick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I feel so cliche, listening to "Unwritten", I can relate to it right now. It kind of speaks how my brain and body are both feeling right now. Except without the peppy music. The meaning behind it is what gets my thoughts going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has barely begun and I want it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Adam have a date at Navigator's for next week. I can't wait.</content>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2006-06-05T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T16:13:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T16:13:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bon Jovi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I need to find another job whilst things are slow in hell. &lt;br /&gt;*puke*&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can find one that won't make me want to cut myself.</content>
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    <title>They say time heals everything, but I'm still waiting</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T15:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T15:54:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Not ready to make nice- Dixie Chicks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My LJ looks lonely so I'm goint to &lt;strike&gt;take off its pants&lt;/strike&gt; write a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;To sum up my life in the past few weeks: Life is boring, Moncdot is lame, work is ridonkulous, me and luke broke up again, my hair is red and I turn 19 tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see X-Men 3 with Lukeyface and possibly A-Stro on Friday and I positively cannot wait, because I am a huge dorky loser who loves X-Men. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go out tommorrow night, especially for le supper at Mexi's because I have only ever eaten there once before in my life. AND I get paid, so I get to go shopppiinnnggg for a smexy bar outfit.&lt;br /&gt;And by sexy outfit I mean a new pair of capris, a couple new t-shirts and a new pair of sandals because I need new clothes since I got fat at school. Stupid fucking caf food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an unholy addiction to James Blunt, and that Dixie Chicks song. Also, my two newest favorite sayings are bitch lover and bastard love child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>So Dark, the Con of Man</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T00:00:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T00:00:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Tide- The Spill Canvas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I bought the Da Vinci Code, and now I am reading it. Ooer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chucks. They are my babies. I'm like the crazy chuck-lady. Or something. Or not.</content>
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    <title>La. La .. LAAA UPDAAATTEEE</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T16:43:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-27T16:43:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack's Mannequin- Bruise</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So as I went for my run today, I swear that Cody Hartley was sitting in the backseat of truck next to the park down by my house.. at 9:30 in the morning... weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraser or John asked me the other day when I quit smoking.. I asked him when did I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work in an hour and a half. Blergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important thing in acting is honesty. If you can fake that, you've got it made." - George Burns</content>
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    <title>Who you gonna call? GHOST-BUSTERS!!!</title>
    <published>2006-04-19T00:55:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-19T00:55:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NOFX</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have come to the conclusion that hanging out with me is bad luck for my friends, and costs them unforeseen amounts of cash. Poor A-Pro and Linds, surely they wouldn't have gotten speeding tickets or quiet hour violations (respectively) if I hadn't been there...My poor, poor friends. Sucks to be them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back in the Fred-town, to do my two final exams tommorrow. Fun? I think not. Linds and Becks are both leaving tommorrow, and everyone else is pretty much gone. What a shit-hole this is gonna be for tommorrow nite. Ah well, I'm so close to being done it's ridiculous, and I absolutely cannot WAIT. Back to the Moncdot for a summer filled with crazy shennaigans and hi-jinks, especially once I hit 19.. Drunken orgies? I think YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have finally sold my soul to the highest bidder; they paid me a paper-clip and gave me a job in Hell, aka BBM Canada. So now I get to spend all my nights annoying the fuck out of people. What a life I'm going to lead! At least the money is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end. but not the END. DUM DA DUMMMM</content>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2006-04-02T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-02T21:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-02T21:11:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Your Mom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So clearly I haven't updated in forever since I most obviously have had way too many exciting things to do to bother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's what I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days here in Vanier are slowly but surely drawing to an end.. an end that is bittersweet for sure. It's odd to think that just as I have gotten used to this change of Dorm Life, I now have to return back to Moncdot and adjust to change again. I'll miss the girls with whom I've spent the last 7 months of my life, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with. Ah, but c'est la vie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the end of the year, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Follow the yellow brick road..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="396" alt="" width="372" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/x1p-27mA0dUdhTvWEX2XFdI4flyoBAHVumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Jenn and Jenna oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="353" alt="" width="444" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/x1pRTZV02Ww2plMeWqZvN1n3AaeCnCyI31h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Linds avant house dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="638" alt="" width="629" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/000_0910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds, jess, Me and Becks... sexxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="330" alt="" width="343" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/SarahandMoi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pete (aka Sarah) LOWDID before the hockey game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="843" alt="" width="707" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/sexkittens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whora and Charles, lovin the STI's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="294" alt="" width="367" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/x1pRTZV02Ww2plMeWqZvN1n3NEebm_7mSLO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, rachel, Linds, Me... House Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="325" alt="" width="355" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/x1pRTZV02Ww2plMeWqZvN1n3CohYEXSyzTr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" width="381" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/x1pRTZV02Ww2plMeWqZvN1n3PBrW5ehKKqk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table at House Dinner.. puurrrtttyyyy.. Look at our bootiful Champagne glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Oh, Vanier... I couldn't get any of the fiesta pics up and that saddens me, but ah well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 sleeps until home and rest and relaxation.. BAM! I so win.</content>
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    <title>He never returned, no he never returned, and his fate is still unknown OI OI OI</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T18:57:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-17T18:57:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Skinhead on the MBTA- Dropkick Murphy's</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy green-beer Irish drunk-fest to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that Tom Cruise is a dick. He was able to get the South Park episode making fun of Scientology pulled off Comedy Central the other night. Not that I watch South Park or anything; I just think its fucking ridiculous. Oh, it's ok for them to make fun of Jeebus and Muhammed and all that shit, but not a ridiculous fad that is based on self-help and fucking aliens that Ron Hubbard turned into a religion for tax purposes? &lt;br /&gt;Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my darling Becks got engaged!! While it sounds a little over the top for 19 year olds, theres no wedding until her and Marc both graduate. But its still exciting, and looking at wedding magazines make for some extreme entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worth mentioning happened on the March Break, besides getting to see Jess and Jenn which was actually the highlight of my week. And buying a hot pot. Which is uber-exciting for any university student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Committee elections are next Friday, and I'm so scared. I have to spend the weekend making posters and putting them up, as well as write a speech for Thursday AND get an 8-page paper done on Islam for the same day. Plus, I just had to send my fucking printer away to Ontario because it is a cock-sucking fuckmook and it needs to DIE. And I found out my driving course is not going to cost 629$; rather, they neglected to tell me there was tax, so it is now about 750$. There goes my life. But I may possibly have a job at Bentley's when I go back, so hopefully I'll have my license by the end of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I'm done classes in two and a half weeks. That's it. Almost there. And I'm not dead yet, though this week may kill me. I can't wait to come home. &lt;br /&gt;I've already decided what I'm doing for my birthday, because I am pathetic. I think there'll be dinner at Jungle Jim's or East Side or something, so all you under-agers can break the law and get drinks with your food, and then me and hopefully Shawnass and Erni will go out to zee clubs. Because those are my only friends who will be 19 that aren't going to be in Fredericton or Truro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end. That's it. No more.</content>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2006-03-02T01:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T05:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T05:30:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Distillers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">THE LIBERTINE OPENS NEXT FRIDAYYYYYY!! EEE!!! JOHNNY!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;Jess, can you come see it with me?!?!</content>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2006-02-28T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T23:48:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T23:48:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wicked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear Playlist: &lt;br /&gt;You are on shuffle for a reason. STOP PLAYING THE SAME SONGS OVER AND OVER.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;The Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got my paper back in Religious Studies on "Do HUmans Really Exist?" and I managaed to pull an A- out of my ass!! AND my prof, the irresistable and illustrious Michael George, said that it had a "Pythonesque Quality" to it. HE FUCKING COMPARED ME TO MONTY PYTHON!! I AM GOD!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I no longer feel like slitting my wrists in a dark room to watch myself bleed black eyeliner.. Things are much much better.&lt;br /&gt;Although I now have an unexplained addiction to Super Nintendo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That is all.</content>
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    <title>monpetitpal @ 2006-02-21T13:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T17:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T17:02:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We broke up.</content>
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    <title>???</title>
    <published>2006-02-20T14:56:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-20T14:56:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Misery- Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ever feel unsure of something you thought was solid and forever? Like just when everything seems to be falling into place, something just goes horribly wrong and you start having second thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;How do you make them go away?&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing for being a stubborn, heartless bitch just seems like it wouldn't be enough, and would be somewhat redundant. And talking about what you feel will probably make more doubts surface inside your mind, and make the other person feel inferior. Which is the last thing you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did life get so complicated?</content>
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    <title>la dee da</title>
    <published>2006-02-16T02:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-16T02:58:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Luke being a tard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Does anyone remember this game?&lt;br /&gt;Connect Angelina Jolie to Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that Valentine's Day still sucks. Nothing has changed since I started ignoring it. Ah well, I got some hilarious cards and chocolate out of it, so I won't complain too too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my computer just started talking. Oh God, we're all going to die now.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to talk to Jerkface now.</content>
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    <title>I'll never be your monkeywrench</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T21:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T21:54:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mojave 3- You're beautiful</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think this is the first time this year that I have not been sad to see Luke go back home to Moncton. Holy fuckmooks Batman, that kid drove me all fucking weekend. I guess the honeymoon is over, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... life is still tres boring. I had my first experience of what I think a real college kid should be doing; eating hot dogs and KD out of a hot pot while wearing PJ's. And making bubbles with a caf tray, dish soap, and a wire hanger because we are just THAT cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to re-read all the "Chronicles of Narnia" novels, now that I've seen "the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe". It just reminded me of how much I loved the books, and of grade 5 when our teacher read them all to us. So now I have to find someone who has them. Because I'm much too cheap too buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm soo bored...</content>
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    <title>Je t'aime *heart*</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T01:33:39Z</published>
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    <lj:music>What Not to Wear in the background</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So poster sale equals me getting a very smexy Grace Kelly poster, et une petite photo d'Audrey Hepburn, a la "Breakfast at Tiffany's". C'est tres beau. Lukeyface, being the haute couture art snob that he is, got "Les elephants" by Dali, a martini glass, and a picture reminiscient of Fear and Loathing. A pretty good haul for the day, and I'm definitley happy. I was very tempted to get a massive Hepburn "Tiffany's" poster, but I refrained, and went with Grace Kelly alongside a glass of champagne instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="1276" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/AUDREY_HEPBURN2.jpg" width="480"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="309" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/jessicadanyelle/LInstant-Taittinger-Grace-Kelly-Lim.jpg" width="236"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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