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	<title>Comments on: Rainy nights, silly girls</title>
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	<description>university student. velociraptor fan. original monkey. this is my plan...</description>
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		<title>By: Moo, moo, and all that! &#187; Blog Archive &#187; All I want for Christmas&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator>Moo, moo, and all that! &#187; Blog Archive &#187; All I want for Christmas&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 04:05:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] This brings me to these holidays and my opening statement of why I travelled anywhere at all, for my friends. I&#8217;ve made more friends this year, more close friends that I feel confident enough to say that I&#8217;ll keep for life, which is a hard thing to say for me given my previous experiences. I lived with Andrew for another 4 months, watched him make the right choice and joked with him in the evenings after work. I hung around with Adam, and hopefully helped him be a bit less comically emo. I think I finally made some headway into getting Allen to come out with us instead of spending 23.9/7 hours of his life on Caprice (all jokes aside she got seriously lucky with him). I heard stories of Ken going to see the forbidden movie. I saw Julian come to UW, after saying cya to him in high school. I talked to Flora again, something I haven&#8217;t done in a while. I really shouldn&#8217;t have started a list, no matter how long I write I will come up with more and more names of people I&#8217;d love to add. But one last person who&#8217;ll certainly be included is Sharon. I don&#8217;t have one defining memory of what we&#8217;ve done in the last year that I&#8217;ve known her, it would probably be too silly and too funny to explain in words, one of those &#8216;you had to be there&#8217; experiences. But whatever random series of events led to our meeting, and it almost couldn&#8217;t have been more random, not to mention all the ties and similarities we&#8217;ve found since then, a huge &#8216;effing thanks to whoever (note the proper spelling  ) arranged the events for that. If I could meaningfully translate the two Russian songs that just played while I wrote these last few sentences I would, but I&#8217;ll have to stick to just saying they were strangely perfect. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] This brings me to these holidays and my opening statement of why I travelled anywhere at all, for my friends. I&#8217;ve made more friends this year, more close friends that I feel confident enough to say that I&#8217;ll keep for life, which is a hard thing to say for me given my previous experiences. I lived with Andrew for another 4 months, watched him make the right choice and joked with him in the evenings after work. I hung around with Adam, and hopefully helped him be a bit less comically emo. I think I finally made some headway into getting Allen to come out with us instead of spending 23.9/7 hours of his life on Caprice (all jokes aside she got seriously lucky with him). I heard stories of Ken going to see the forbidden movie. I saw Julian come to UW, after saying cya to him in high school. I talked to Flora again, something I haven&#8217;t done in a while. I really shouldn&#8217;t have started a list, no matter how long I write I will come up with more and more names of people I&#8217;d love to add. But one last person who&#8217;ll certainly be included is Sharon. I don&#8217;t have one defining memory of what we&#8217;ve done in the last year that I&#8217;ve known her, it would probably be too silly and too funny to explain in words, one of those &#8216;you had to be there&#8217; experiences. But whatever random series of events led to our meeting, and it almost couldn&#8217;t have been more random, not to mention all the ties and similarities we&#8217;ve found since then, a huge &#8216;effing thanks to whoever (note the proper spelling  ) arranged the events for that. If I could meaningfully translate the two Russian songs that just played while I wrote these last few sentences I would, but I&#8217;ll have to stick to just saying they were strangely perfect. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Sharon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 18:17:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You know, you could truthfully say that after having spoke with you, I got "so effing wet".  =P  Adam is so dead for copying that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know, you could truthfully say that after having spoke with you, I got &#8220;so effing wet&#8221;.  =P  Adam is so dead for copying that.</p>
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