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  <title>Someone You Used To Know</title>
  <subtitle>Someone You Used To Know</subtitle>
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    <name>Someone You Used To Know</name>
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  <updated>2003-06-17T06:38:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:116596</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-06-16T23:28:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-17T06:29:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-17T06:37:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;THIS JOURNAL IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/misfitdollie/image8.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:116423</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-05-15T01:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-15T08:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-15T08:57:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am done with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I know it is a month early, but I don't care.... I just want to move on and leave this all behind.  Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:116067</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-05-12T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-13T01:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-17T06:38:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rasputina :: Thimble Island</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a new LiveJournal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you I have added to the new friend list already, if not.... don't fret.  I am bored now so I will get around to adding the rest later.  I do not plan on adding everyone, but if we are friends I will more than likely add you.  Please do not ask my why I have not added you yet, I will either do it later tonight or in the near future.  Or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't really speak but you still want to be added to my new journal's friend list, you'll have to find it yourself.  I am not giving the name out on here simply because I don't need 109238503297 billion LiveJournal friends who I don't even know.  Those who really care will find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue posting in this journal until my paid account expires (06.29.03).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:115916</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2003-05-10T20:03:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-10T20:03:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daddysgirl/1038272052_PicsOcean2.jpg" border="0" alt="Ocean2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You come from the Ocean.  You've always been drawn&lt;br&gt;to the sea, the sound of the waves, the crystal&lt;br&gt;blue water, near the sea is where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daddysgirl/quizzes/Where%20Did%20Your%20Soul%20Originate%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Did Your Soul Originate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:115571</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-05-10T02:29:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-10T09:29:50Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-17T06:35:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am in love.  &lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:115377</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-05-09T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-10T02:02:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-31T18:55:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Polly the Pirate Parrot (by me!)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;happy 1-month anniversary to me!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_steevo' lj:user='steevo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://steevo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://steevo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;steevo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too, I guess.  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am feeling much better (I was sick, if you didn't know) &amp; today I went to Disneyland w/ Dara (&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pixystardust' lj:user='pixystardust' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pixystardust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).  We didn't spend much time there, but it was fun.....  we rode Small World (which I hadn't done in forEVER because everybody hates it), then got ice cream in Toon Town &amp; rode the train around the park.  I looove the dinosaur diorama they have on the trainride, it is so cool.  When I am a katrillionaire, I will have one of my own.  Yup.  Now I am off to go meet Steve for our anniversary.  He is taking me out on a date -- yayfun!  So, before I go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what I look like today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/euforia/girlthing0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were actually taken awhile ago, but Dara didn't send them to me until this week.&lt;br /&gt;(But I am wearing the same outfit right now so it is convenient!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hott.... I mean -- not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/euforia/girlthing0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is kinda blurry, but it shows my entire outfit.  It was taken in Dara's room, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/euforia/girlthing0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;P.S.  Last night I had a dream that Jeremy &amp; Té had a baby, and Anna came back from the mental hospital (she's been there for like a year now, I think!).  It was very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:115155</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2003-05-09T20:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-09T21:49:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>crisishour (&amp;me!) :: cup of tea</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I made my journal pretteh!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://euforia.livejournal.com"&gt;go look!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:114831</id>
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    <title>A Cozy Night Indoors....</title>
    <published>2003-05-09T06:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-09T06:32:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rasputina :: Sweet Water Kill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight I checked out two books from the library on campus:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- &lt;b&gt;The Witch Must Die:&lt;/b&gt;  The Hidden Meaning of Fairy Tales, &amp; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Off With Her Head!&lt;/b&gt; The Denial of Women's Identity in Myth, Religion, and Culture.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to read them since last semester, but it was just before Christmas break (finals week!) when I found them and there was just no time.  When I checked them out tonight, my card wouldn't work at first.  I told the guy working there that it was because I am a ghost.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might try to get a job at the library on campus next year.  This summer I already plan to volunteer at the city library across the street, it will be fun.  I can't wait until this semester is over (only fifteen more days!).  Even though I will be working part time and attending summer school, I am still excited for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pixystardust' lj:user='pixystardust' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pixystardust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I just rented Volume One of &lt;i&gt;Queer as Folk&lt;/i&gt;, so I am off to drool over sexeh gay boys.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:114257</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-05-08T16:45:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-08T23:49:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-08T23:53:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; sleeping in until &lt;b&gt;4:30 PM&lt;/b&gt; would make me feel &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt;.  Instead, my head feels like a bowling ball.  I am positive that it is going to fall off my shoulders and crash through the floor at any moment.  And I have sniffly nose / cough.  And I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can do something about the latter..... *runs off to eat a small village*</content>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-05-08T05:18:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-08T12:22:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-08T12:22:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just returned from dropping my roommate off at the airport at like &lt;b&gt;four o'clock&lt;/b&gt; in the morning (in the rain).  I've been awake since around 8 AM yesterday, and pretty much the only thing I am looking forward to right now is sleeping.  Forever.  If anyone wakes me up anytime before next year, I will probably kill them.  Or at least be very VERY angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.  Or, morning.  Whatever.</content>
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    <title>still sick &amp; still bored</title>
    <published>2003-05-05T22:36:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-05T22:33:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" border="0" bgcolor="#FF70CC"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td width="125" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.suzaku.info/quiz/images/cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#FF70CC"&gt;Cheer Bear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF70CC"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You're the Care Bear cheerleader! Your spunky personality and optimisim lifts everyone's spirit. Though you want everyone to be happy, you stand your ground on issues you feel strongly about and this can bring disunity among your friends. Despite this, you are a true believer in working together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FF70CC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suzaku.info/quiz/carebears.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;Which Care Bear Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my favourite Care bear.  Yay!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.</content>
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    <title>sick + bored =</title>
    <published>2003-05-05T19:49:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-05T19:49:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://sorting-hat.com/linklogo/sorthatr.gif" width="88" height="130" alt="Want to Get Sorted?"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sorting-hat.com" target="_blank"&gt;I'm &lt;br /&gt;a Ravenclaw!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>TOK LIEK A 12-Y3AR-OLD AOLER!!!!!1 OMG</title>
    <published>2003-05-03T22:31:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-03T22:36:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Go &lt;a href="http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, the author is brilliant.  &amp; I recommend reading the source code, some of the comments are hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Moliere, with a side of fries:</title>
    <published>2003-05-03T17:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-03T17:59:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night &lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; met the parents.  It was only briefly, but went well.  First impressions?  My dad liked that he had a firm handshake (&amp; bonus points for having the same name), and motherdear thought he was cute.  I think she wants to steal my boyfriend, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw my sister's play ("Tartuffe") which was one of the best productions I have seen at Troy High School.  Paul, especially.  His performance was on par with professional theatre.  I miss that kid, he is hilarious.  Oh, and I got to show off my beautiful boyfriend to some of my old high school friends.  w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play we went to Earl's Home Cookin' (or, according to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pixystardust' lj:user='pixystardust' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pixystardust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Some Girls Hookin') -- Open 25 Hours!  It took us a little while to find it since I've only ever driven there with Gabriel.  I tried calling him, but he didn't answer his phone.  Jerk.  We ended up finding it quite by accident, actually.  Or rather, &lt;i&gt;fortunately&lt;/i&gt;.  It is definitely one of my favourite places to sit and have those long, late-night conversations.  Steve and I sat there for hours talking &amp; eating French-- sorry, "Freedom" Fries.  (Note sarcasm of previous statement.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a strange note, I found a journal last night just before I went to bed that contained entries spanning from &lt;b&gt;7th grade&lt;/b&gt; to my first year of high school!  It was the weirdest thing, sitting there in my old room and reading about things I'd nearly forgotten.  Even just the evolution of my handwriting was intriguing!  Absolute insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Now back to work.... *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.</content>
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    <title>(calm down my heart ; don't beat so fast!)</title>
    <published>2003-05-02T08:16:29Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-02T08:29:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wolfshiem :: Once in a Lifetime</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's birthday.  18.  Dinner at Olive Garden.  Met his parents.  Was scared to death.  He held my hand the whole time.  I adore them.  He loves me.   Felt contentment.  Listening to the beat of his heart.  Head on his chest.  Safe in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate out with Dara &amp; Steve.  Denny's, yum.  Gave Steve his birthday present.  Saw Watashi Wa &amp; Copeland &amp; Acceptance.  Especially liked Watashi Wa.  Justin was there.  And a million people from high school.  Well, two.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.  I love this life.  I love all of &lt;a href="http://euforia.livejournal.com/friends/Amigos"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Kiss me (I'm a pirate!)</title>
    <published>2003-04-29T21:03:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-09T21:50:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thank you for all those who have been so supportive &amp; loving to me through everything, it means the world to me.  Especially you (&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_steevo' lj:user='steevo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://steevo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://steevo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;steevo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &amp; you (&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pixystardust' lj:user='pixystardust' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pixystardust.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pixystardust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &amp; you (&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_peripatetic' lj:user='peripatetic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://peripatetic.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://peripatetic.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;peripatetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).  You guys are what keeps me alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; As If I wasn't loved enough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday, I got photographs of Tori (Amos) &amp; an adorable Sanrio band-aid from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_joliedoll' lj:user='joliedoll' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://joliedoll.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://joliedoll.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;joliedoll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the mail.  It &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I got a card from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/pixystardust"&gt;Dara-dear&lt;/a&gt; in my mailbox w/ the &lt;b&gt;Kiss Me I'm A Pirate&lt;/b&gt; pin I wanted.  I just about died when I opened it!  My precious is now pinned proudly on my bag next the "It's my first time" pin I got from donating blood.  The card read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"There are probably girls who think&lt;br /&gt;they're as hot as we are,&lt;br /&gt;but they're &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How perfect is that?!  :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you to all of you, even just the comments you leave in my journal brighten up the darkest of days.  &amp; Don't worry about the last entry, it was not a "farewell to LiveJournal" but rather a farewell to someone in particular.  My life is finally starting to become everything I dreamed it to be, &amp; I could not be happier to turn over this new leaf.  On a weird note, I dreamt last night that my little sister was five months pregnant.  &lt;b&gt;Erin, if you read this, please call me to confirm your.... um, non-pregnancy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:111842</id>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-04-29T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-29T07:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-29T19:42:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Think what you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've said what I had to say, &amp; now I am done.  (Goodbye!)&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euforia:111413</id>
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    <title>Goodnight.</title>
    <published>2003-04-28T08:34:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-28T08:36:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have no desire to ever speak with &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like (&amp; miss!) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; are the bestest friend ever, thank you.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*Names withheld to protect the innocent (&amp; guilty).&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Meet the Parents!  (almost)</title>
    <published>2003-04-26T22:36:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-26T22:49:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, last night my &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_steevo' lj:user='steevo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://steevo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://steevo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;steevo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; met &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/nomegusta42"&gt;Jem&lt;/a&gt;, which is almost like meeting my parents (&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/violem"&gt;Jas&lt;a&gt; being the mother, of course.... &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/pixystardust"&gt;Dara&lt;/a&gt;, but they've already met).  I was very nervous because I love them both SO much &amp; I wanted them to get along (which they did).  It made me &lt;i&gt;immeasurably&lt;/i&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us went bowling.  Sadly, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/caesuraplaid"&gt;Té&lt;/a&gt; couldn't come, but I was very happy to spend some time with my darling &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/wrath66x"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt; (the 4th).  On a side note, is it sad that pretty much &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; my friends have LiveJournals?  Yes, I am a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our two games of bowling (the second of which I won, *high five* to me!) we hung around the alley for a little while then went to Denny's for some yum.  I really enjoyed spending time with everyone, even though I was a bit tired from the craziness of this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up super-butt-early to take care of The Puppy, &amp; got to work an hour early but didn't feel like going in so I went shopping instead (at 8 AM, ha).  Now I am at work (yawn) &amp; since Steve just called to say the party is over, I guess I'll get my hours in &amp; meet up with him later.  Sorry to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_catoninetails' lj:user='catoninetails' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://catoninetails.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://catoninetails.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;catoninetails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_riotforromance' lj:user='riotforromance' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://riotforromance.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://riotforromance.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;riotforromance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I really wanted to hang out with you kids.  And of course Steve, but I will see him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;P.S.  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/prfctlilangel"&gt;Lani&lt;/a&gt;, you're a brat.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>&amp; the stars shine bright below her</title>
    <published>2003-04-25T23:00:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-26T00:46:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wolfshiem :: once in a lifetime</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I said it before, and I will say it again (until the grave, I'm sure):  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday was one of the best days of my entire life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it was my two-week anniversary with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/steevo"&gt;this d00d&lt;/a&gt;.  Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://userpic.livejournal.com/4767335/1000549" width="75" height="100" alt="steevo!" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister thinks he looks like Elvis in that picture.  At first I disagreed, but then I compared him to a picture of Elvis at Vroman's &amp; was able to see the resemblance.  According to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_wrath66x' lj:user='wrath66x' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wrath66x.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://wrath66x.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrath66x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am dating Jesus.  Now it seems I dating Jesus &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Elvis.  Well, whoever I am dating.... he is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  I can't even remember the last time I was this happy, but I know it has been years &amp; years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon we set off for Pasadena to meet my favourite (living) author, &lt;b&gt;Francesca Lia Block&lt;/b&gt;.  Originally, I was supposed to go with someone else on Tuesday.  She, however, threw a tantrum &amp; stopped speaking to me.  So instead my darling Steve rescued me from a potentially miserable evening &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; volunteered to accompany me on our anniversary.  Could he be any more wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to spend the first portion of the day at Disneyland, but I was forced to wake up at an ungodly hour (7:30 AM!) to be at hand when my parents' new computer arrived &amp; while it was being set up.  The guy was actually pretty cool: he had a German accent &amp; played with my puppy &amp; argued with AOL Customer Service over the telephone.  Unfortunately, he was there until around noon.  So, instead of cutting our Disneyland visit short, Steve &amp; I restructured the day's plans.  &amp; For the better, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Pasadena around four o'clock.  The signing wasn't until 7 pm, so we checked out the bookstore (Vroman's) &amp; walked around the city for a little while to kill time.  It was while we were sitting on a bench on Colorado Blvd. that I realised how happy I was.  Just sitting there in his arms I felt completely content.  I wanted to stay right there, forever.  I am glad I didn't, though, because the day only got better.  We walked down the street a few blocks (past beautifully ornate old churches) to an outdoor mall &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; like the one in Santa Barbara.  It was magical.  He treated me to an anniversary dinner at Island's (yum!) and then we walked back down to Vroman's for the signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my favourite dress (pink, with black polka dots) &amp; my black-feathered angel wings.  We were the first people there, and for half an hour I waited impatiently, the anticipation building up inside me to the point of near implosion.  In my trembling hands I held &lt;u&gt;Guarding the Moon&lt;/u&gt; (the book she was promoting) &amp; the journal I decorated for her with magazine cut-out collages &amp; the best of my poetry.  I thought that the arrival of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/joliedoll"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; (the person who introduced me to Francesca's work) would calm my nerves a bit, but her excitement (&amp; nervousness) feuled my own.  Shortly before the moment of anticipation arrived, Steve stepped out.  When Francesca walked in (like a goddess) with her daughter Jasmine like a faery princess in purple &amp; her elf-babe son Sammy, he still had not returned to my side.  She began to read from &lt;u&gt;Guarding the Moon&lt;/u&gt;, and all the words I had savoured for years in book after book finally were given a voice.  Even now, I hear her voice as I myself read from &lt;u&gt;Guarding the Moon&lt;/u&gt;.  When he finally returned I clasped his hand tightly as Francesca read about her magical new baby moon-girl.  He whispered in my ear that when he was outside he held the door open for her (not knowing who she was) because he saw that she had her arms full of baby.  I about died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reading she answered questions.  I had about a million, but vocalised only two.  She looked into my eyes as she spoke to me, as if I and she were the only ones in the room.  It was surreal.  Steven said my leg was shaking about a million miles per minute.  Then came the signing portion, and as I stood at the front of the line I was sure I would burst.  She loved the book I made her, and signed inside the cover of my copy of &lt;u&gt;Guarding the Moon&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Meghan&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the&lt;br /&gt;beautiful book.&lt;br /&gt;Keep creating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Francesca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren took a polaroid of the two of us together, and I glance at it constantly (still!) to be sure it actually happened.  When it was all over I was bursting at the seems with happiness.  I grinned nonstop like the Cheshire Cat &amp; skipped &amp; danced &amp; spun &amp; flew.  Steve said he'd never seen me that happy.  I'd almost forgotten, myself, that I could be that way.  I was floating far above reality, surrounded by faerytale magic &amp; my very own Secret Agent Lover Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night could have ended at any moment and I would have been totally &amp; completely happy, but it kept going &amp; going.  After the signing was over Steve took me to see &lt;i&gt;Anger Management&lt;/i&gt; back at the Paseo mall.  I actually didn't want to see it, from the previews.  I hate it when people in movies have horrible luck, it frustrates me (I want magic &amp; happy endings in fakelife!).  However, sitting there next to my Steven, sipping on Diet Coke &amp; eating yummy gummy worms, I was (again) perfectly content.  Everything about last night was perfect.  Just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back home from Pasadena in a mere 20 minutes, listening to Love Line on the way.  Once back in Orange County we met up with some of Steve's friends and hung out for a little while before I took him home.  I was exhausted, but so peaceful &amp; content.  Even today, I am still basking in the afterglow of that perfect &amp; magic day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to allow myself happiness, I didn't think I deserved it.  Now I am learning what true happiness really is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2003-04-25T07:44:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-25T07:44:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;So, today was decidedly one of the best days of my entire life.  I can't even remember the last time I was this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write all about it tomorrow, now it's time to &lt;b&gt;s l e e p&lt;/b&gt;..................................&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-04-24T14:25:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-24T21:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-24T21:37:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've just stopped caring.  Sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is as it should be (just dandy!).  Happy Anniversary (to me).  I'm off to meet fLb.....&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Update:</title>
    <published>2003-04-23T04:31:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-23T04:31:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I will be going to the Thursday signing in Pasadena now with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/steevo"&gt;my darling&lt;/a&gt; (after our 2-week anniversary trip to Disneyland!).  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will finish the notebook.  I am so excited!  Francesca Lia Block is a goddess, &amp; all the hard work I am putting into this is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; worth it.  If you haven't read her stuff, do it.  Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>*ahem*</title>
    <published>2003-04-23T00:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-23T00:56:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I am debating whether to work very hard and finish my gift for Francesca Lia Block tonight &amp; still try and catch her @ tonight's signing.... OR go to a different one.  It seems I may be going solo as my original companion had a tantrum and signed off of AIM.&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Any volunteers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;For the curious, I am decorating a little notebook for her with collages &amp; some of my poetry.  I almost want to keep it, it is so cute!  :D&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>euforia @ 2003-04-16T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-16T23:05:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;My roommate is scaring me.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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