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  <title>thoughts and dreams</title>
  <subtitle>e-m-i-l-y</subtitle>
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    <name>e-m-i-l-y</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-21T18:40:00Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:13507</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2007-06-21T11:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T18:38:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T18:40:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i want to go back to nashville. i miss wearing wedges and sundresses amid the intense greenery and overpowering humidity and i miss the boy i met there from missouri.&amp;nbsp;nashville has&amp;nbsp;soul. between the cows and the&amp;nbsp;crickets, blues guitar and clangy piano is always faintly audible.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:13116</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2007-06-18T12:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T19:36:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T19:36:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;why dont i ever like the good guys?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:12835</id>
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    <title>arrival</title>
    <published>2007-04-09T23:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-09T23:56:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;on march 24, we got on an airplane at 8 in the morning. on march 25, we arrived in new delhi, india at 8 in the evening. i was caught in a daze during that time in between, but once we stepped outside at our destination, i was jolted back to life. a driver was waiting and rushed us across the street and into a hotel car, where we were "safe". the 40 minute ride to the hotel was already overwhelming. . . my mind was on overload, my thirsty eyes trying hard not to miss a thing. the hotel was clean and disgustingly wealthy; louis vuitton and dior boutiques occuppied the lobby while people starved outside (but as they said, they must please the american visitors). the night's surrealism was complete when my sister and i had showered and changed and made our way to the party on the rooftop. we went through the doors, felt the warm breeze of new delhi with&amp;nbsp;its natural&amp;nbsp;smell of spices and smoke wafting across the terrace, and just as we entered to see our entire family waiting, "hurricane" by bob dylan&amp;nbsp;came blasting through the speakers. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:11914</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-11-25T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-26T00:25:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-26T00:25:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>heart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">cold late nights so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;when i was not so strong you know&lt;br /&gt;a pretty man came to me&lt;br /&gt;never seen eyes so blue&lt;br /&gt;you know i could not run away it seemed&lt;br /&gt;we'd seen each other in a dream&lt;br /&gt;seemed like he knew me&lt;br /&gt;he looked right through me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come on home, girl,"&lt;br /&gt;he said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;"you don't have to love me yet,&lt;br /&gt;let's get high awhile,&lt;br /&gt;but try to understand, try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;try try try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a magic man."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:11315</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-10-16T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-17T03:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-17T03:21:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">4.40 hell yeah</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:10614</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-10-05T07:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T14:00:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T14:01:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blondie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i had a long dream that i was living in a far away place, and now that i've awaken i feel i don't know anyone here. maybe i'm just realizing&amp;nbsp;the lack of many strong relationships in my life. i'm fine though. i know who i like to spend time with. i wish i had more time to spend. the days are going by slow, but the weeks go by in a flash. is monday a holiday?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:9727</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-30T12:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T20:07:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T20:08:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>muse - apocalypse please</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;green tea + vicodin = cure&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:8823</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-27T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T05:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-28T05:16:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tonight i was making one of the hundreds of smoothies and somehow sliced my finger open on something. i was too busy to notice the pain, and it wasn't until i saw&amp;nbsp;a thick,&amp;nbsp;bright red liquid&amp;nbsp;spilling down the side of the blender that i realized blood was pouring out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:8212</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-22T21:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T04:10:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T04:10:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fabio's sick&amp;nbsp;:(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:8059</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-21T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T04:07:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T04:07:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>heart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i was just cruising around on my sister's myspace and i'm wondering...is EVERYONE's middle name "anne"? or "ann." half the people attached it to their name, even if&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;doesn't always sound good. it's like a trend or something. weird.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:7422</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-11T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T03:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T03:54:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everyone is getting so annoying. i'm calling them 'scene-iors'. i don't give a shit if you're all gonna party it up all weekend, but don't spend every day talking about it damn. thursday and friday they announce where the parties will be, friday and saturday get drunk, sunday recover, monday and tuesday talk about how exciting it was, and wednesday sit around bored. they act like the only interesting things to say are about alcohol and what happens when they're wasted, which makes it look like they're only doing it because we're big seniors who have to be cool. like seriously, you don't have to talk about it all the time like it's a new super cool thing to do. boring, annoying shit. get over it and stop trying to show off to each other...nobody else cares. yeah that's what it is, it's a game of showing&amp;nbsp;off&amp;nbsp;among the seniors, except the only thing people care about is themselves. you're getting nowhere people, get the fuck over it, and get me out of here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:7152</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-10T20:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T04:00:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T05:03:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;hooray for cool nights and sweaters. now begins&amp;nbsp;my transformation into darker&amp;nbsp;hair,&amp;nbsp;pale&amp;nbsp;skin and rosy cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;told&amp;nbsp;the first father that things weren't right,&lt;br /&gt;"my complexion," she says, "is much too white,"&lt;br /&gt;he says "come here, step into the light"&lt;br /&gt;he says, "ooh, you're right,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell the second mother this has been done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:6834</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-10T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T02:37:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-13T04:48:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(Put songs on shuffle and fill in the titles) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today? &lt;br /&gt;lost at sea - eisley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life? &lt;br /&gt;the magic's in the makeup&amp;nbsp; - no doubt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you? &lt;br /&gt;loveless - billy idol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you get married? &lt;br /&gt;dance hall - modest mouse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song? &lt;br /&gt;tiny dancer - elton john &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life? &lt;br /&gt;chain me free&amp;nbsp;- the matches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like? &lt;br /&gt;all these things that i've done - the killers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life? &lt;br /&gt;stone free - jimi hendrix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about you? &lt;br /&gt;what you do for money honey - ac/dc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was today like? &lt;br /&gt;harlem shuffle - rolling stones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend? &lt;br /&gt;float on - modest mouse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What describes your parents? &lt;br /&gt;let's do this - dane cook &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going? &lt;br /&gt;2 become 1 - spice girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral? &lt;br /&gt;oh goddamnit - hot hot heat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you? &lt;br /&gt;i wanna be your boyfriend - ramones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life? &lt;br /&gt;why can't i - liz phair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you? &lt;br /&gt;stab my back - all american rejects &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you? &lt;br /&gt;everything reminds me of her - &lt;strike&gt;elliot&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;elliott smith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make yourself happy? &lt;br /&gt;four seconds of noise - hot hot heat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will your life be? &lt;br /&gt;how it should be (sha sha) - ben kweller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will your children be like? &lt;br /&gt;miss america - something corporate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you name them? &lt;br /&gt;sally simpson - the who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will the person you marry be like? &lt;br /&gt;hells bells - ac/dc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful man - my morning jacket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a fulfilling life? &lt;br /&gt;ain't nothin like the real thing -&amp;nbsp;marvin gaye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you die? &lt;br /&gt;i'm ready, i am - the format</content>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-09-08T07:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T14:07:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T14:09:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no doubt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">friday friday friday friday FRIDAY! thank goodness for five periods. next semester will be the best&amp;nbsp;when i won't have to tolerate lunch time. i've had eight days of it so far and i'm already sick of it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:1856</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-08-17T14:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T21:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T21:33:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fembott:473</id>
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    <title>fembott @ 2006-08-12T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-12T23:08:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-13T06:55:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bob dylan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">new year&lt;br /&gt;new goals&lt;br /&gt;new life&lt;br /&gt;new journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's about time)</content>
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