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  <updated>2009-08-23T15:17:37Z</updated>
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    <title>long needed update</title>
    <published>2009-08-23T15:17:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T15:17:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sorry for the lack of the updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp got really crazy in the last few weeks, but now its all over, kind of sad but now that I'm back at school Im over it kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hot as balls here in Towers, no wait not balls..hotter than balls, its like hot as clitoris (why is it always balls anyway)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily desk is chilly, so its a trade off...work more and be cool, or rest and sweat;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working on a lot of Seussical planning, and thats been going well, but at desk I feel the freshman don't know the rules yet and they are making asses of themselves...but Im being polite and such so it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and @Laura, lets do makeup plots together...KTHX</content>
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    <title>chris101d @ 2009-08-06T22:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-07T02:10:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-07T02:10:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight is an in cabin night because it's the last day of session 3! I have only one session left and then I'm done!!wow how time flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to do this update from my iPhone because on the last night we cannot leave our cabin...I'm trapped here watching the kids yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still havnt decided what to do about changeover but it'll come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for one or more posts every day so I can have a true journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remark on how beautiful closing camp fire is. Every kid is in the ampitheater around the bonfire and they get candles. Everyone of the hundreds of candles glimmers in the dark and then we blow them out simultaneously. It's quite amazing</content>
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    <title>ZzZzZ</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T03:58:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T03:58:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Another session of camp is coming to a close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit sad but I feel this week has gone by faster than any other...Its strange how that works. I feel like I didn't get to bond with this group of kids as well as the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for my final session and then to get back to school, I cannot believe I get out of camp the 21st and then head back home for a day to go to school the 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bit confusing right now and extremely hectic. I'm going to finish the summer strong and try to have as much fun as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a choice this weekend, go out and party during change-over, or go for a quiet relaxing evening. Im leaning toward the relaxing one, but I know the partying will be fun and it IS the last one of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that this sessions 48-hour time off, I will be going home. No fancy-pants trips for me this time. The furthest i'll consider going is to visit Harry in Boston, or to go down to Providence I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much going on but I don't feel like its headed anywhere. Anyone else ever feel that way? I'm headed 75 MPH down a highway with no signs or exits. I want to slow down but without direction or signs It doesn't matter how fast or slow I go, I'm still lost.</content>
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    <title>Updated</title>
    <published>2009-08-05T04:23:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-05T04:23:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I'm back! I'm better than ever, and now typing in full English. My last post was October 6, 2006...That is a bit under three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would update on how much has changed but there isn't much to say to that effect. If you're reading this you, no doubt, know this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to summarize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now out of High school, I attend Framingham State College, I'm studying Visual Communications, I no longer work at McDonalds (despite still being employed there). I work in Res. Life and IT Services at FSC and currently am Employed at a summer camp in Sandwich, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary Over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So I won't recap my past life I'll start with the recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to Province Town, MA (P-Town henceforth) with some of the foreign counselors. 1 'gay' and two straight guys. We stayed at the Surfside Hotel, which was nice, a bit lesbionic. So, P-Town hates people under 21 I guess, because you can't go to clubs even just to dance. So we decided that karaoke would be fun..oh wait you need to be 21 to hold a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had fun the first night exploring the town. I then convinced my straight friends that they wanted to see 'Naked Boys Singing'. The show looked promising and I'd seen the DVD back home so I could only imagine it live. We went back to the hotel around midnight and slept. It was great to sleep in a comfy bed and have AC. So different from camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke early the next morning, well early enough for time-off( Considering we normally wake up at 7 every morning), and walked Commercial Street again. We went right away to buy tickets to the show. 25 dollars later we were set for that evening. We walked around town and then got lunch at a south african cafe. it was cool because we were with a south african counselor and he got to share with us his culture (*yawn*)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...we went back to the hotel tanned by the pool and then headed out for the evening. We ate dinner at the cafe that was below the theater for the show and got priority seating because of it...after chatting up the grey-foxes for the fun of it we headed upstairs to the show. We had second row seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was geat!! Following the initial shock and stare and assessment of the boys packages I realized that wasn't the focus of the show. Sure, they were naked, but the show was about celebrating the penis...the songs were hilarious and I found myself forgetting they were even naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we headed back to the hotel where we sat on the beach and stared at the moon, it was great to see the beauty and such but then one of the straight guys decided he REALLY wanted to club despite our age, so he wandered off by himself and then apparently got into a club b ecause we all fell asleep and he didn't get back fromt he gay club til' 3am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the boring post..I promise they will get more exciting!</content>
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    <title>Rawr</title>
    <published>2006-10-01T23:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-01T23:53:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so I havn't updated in over a month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work, go to school, work, then play at games, then run till i hurt, then work..oh and school again..yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i need to vent so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know the actual date of UMass band day till about tuesday of last week...so I didnt submit it to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that day at school i asked kim if she'd put in for me that I couldnt work on saturday or sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she did...then on friday i showed up to get my check and check to see if I got it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of coruse..so I assume Kim forgot..or other thigns happeend that made them say sorry..nope not givign it off to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go directly to my manager and tell ehr the issue.."I wont be in the city...or anywhere near it ALL day, so I can't work it. Shes like fidn someone to cover it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas Mcdonalds either has peopel suspended, or on provbation for skipping shfits, or they are ALL already workign that day..because we don't have enough people working for us right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people left for college, or football, or got fired or quit..all before school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have no one working almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get anyone to cover the shift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and furthermroe i fidn that people last week had the same issue and got put onto 1 week suspensions and written up...for calling out after they told them they couldnt work that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I call out and get in trouble, i dotn callout and get in trobule..or i miss band day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goign to band day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this catch 22 should DIE!</content>
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    <title>That time of the year again</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T21:55:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T21:55:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is that time of the year again when i wish Hannah, aka Tony, the best damn bitchingest, drama-free, birthday!</content>
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    <title>stolen from michelle</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T00:00:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T00:00:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">f you comment on this post:&lt;br /&gt;1. I’ll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I’ll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ll pick a color that i associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ll tell you something i like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ll ask you something i’ve always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours</content>
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    <title>Life Lesson: Desires</title>
    <published>2006-07-30T04:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T00:00:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gay people need to stop being so gay.</content>
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    <title>eep</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T03:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T03:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">not as scary as harry but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home and my phone was on my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err they found it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow idk if i'll be in trouble or what but mmmm..they found it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why as my mom going through my drawers...probably to find my key that i cant find..but seriously..why didnt she ask..i mean she explored my WHOLE room... without so much as asking me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is goign to colelge and has all his dorm stuff and it makes me wish I was going to colelge too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on al ighter NOTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;G!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY lfie can be going palces already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds IS helpign me in my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im working today and  i see 4 people come in, 2 guys and 2 girls, the gusy where tall and one had BLUE hair. like heh..bright blue. but then i ntoiced ne f the girls shirts was a "Dunegosn and Dragons Online...StormReach" shirt...I asked her if she played.. She said "ohh no hun Im the developer..." I looked at her and said omfg really..ojk without the omfg..she expaliend they are located out of westwood mass, and then I said wow, where do you lvie, they where liek "north" we commute"...I was like WHOAH!!!! then they said it was a great job. I said "so do you have internships or anything?" the ywhere like "yeah we are workign on a co-op program...go to the website and send us an email"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you guys have anny  effign IDEA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like OMG guys you just dont know (shayna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I have wanted to do with my future for..like..ever... I want to program web games and MMO's...and like thsi is an oppurtunity.. So I will be sending a mail to them shortly...like they said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 3:00pm to 11:45 on saturday and 6:00pm to 10:45pm on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit ME!</content>
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    <title>A Story (ILLUSTRATED!)</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T05:08:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T05:08:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/I.png" width="128" height="128"&gt;n &lt;br /&gt;a far away land, much like our own, yet still not as much as you would know, &lt;br /&gt;there lived a masterful story teller. She used her words to weave fanciful &lt;br /&gt;stories. Stories that painted pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/story_1.jpg" width="512" height="256"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her stories where so vivid that one would suggest that they &lt;br /&gt;where even &lt;b&gt;REAL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One day she told a story that seemed so real that it set two &lt;br /&gt;friends against each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/story_2.jpg" width="512" height="256"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Larry and Kris where the best of friends until they heard the &lt;br /&gt;story. Now I repeat her story only as a means of my own storytelling. And so it &lt;br /&gt;began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" bordercolor="#111111" width="512" background="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/parchmentMH.gif" height="466"&gt;
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      &lt;td width="100%" align="left" height="466" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Two lovers entwine to meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      By the Greatest Story Teller in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Land.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two young men had &lt;br /&gt;      met for the first time after sharing their own interest. Larry had just &lt;br /&gt;      met Mylan for an evening at a fanciful picture show. The two had recently &lt;br /&gt;      met through a communal thoroughfare. Larry picked Mylan up and off they &lt;br /&gt;      went to&amp;nbsp; the evening of entertainment. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mylan arrived &lt;br /&gt;      expecting to be frightened into each others arms by the scary movie. But &lt;br /&gt;      on Larry's mind was but one thing. Larry had schemed. Larry had seen the &lt;br /&gt;      picture show previously so he was able to set his attentions on his new &lt;br /&gt;      desire. Larry turned to Mylan and started to caress him. he leaned in and &lt;br /&gt;      began to use his mouth instruments to stimulate that of Mylan's own oral &lt;br /&gt;      cavity. Larry explored the inner caverns of his body for what seemed &lt;br /&gt;      forever. But soon the lust was interrupted. the picture show had finished.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Larry quickly &lt;br /&gt;      thought out how to prolong his lustful events. He decided to make it a &lt;br /&gt;      double feature. After achieving new tickets Mylan and Larry set off to &lt;br /&gt;      explore each other further. First Mylan set to grabbing those most private &lt;br /&gt;      of parts of Larry, and Larry wanting this more than any other thing in the &lt;br /&gt;      world returned the attraction as if a polar magnet turned from its &lt;br /&gt;      uniqueness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The two found &lt;br /&gt;      themselves in yet another dilemma, the second feature had ended. With no &lt;br /&gt;      other showings that eve the two set of for Larry's coach. Upon arrival &lt;br /&gt;      Mylan thought it odd that Larry sat in the backseat of his own motor &lt;br /&gt;      coach. Mylan&amp;nbsp; joined him and what followed was an event that would &lt;br /&gt;      change their two lives forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="7"&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;
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  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I regret that I must interrupt here for the following is what &lt;br /&gt;can only be described as a graphic portrayal of male on male intimacy of the &lt;br /&gt;most passionate variety. I ask that you stop here if you do not wish to read &lt;br /&gt;such things. Or are easily offended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/story_3.jpg" width="512" height="256"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" bordercolor="#111111" width="512" background="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/parchmentMH.gif" height="466"&gt;
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      &lt;td width="100%" align="left" height="466" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Two lovers entwine to meet. (Continued)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      By the Greatest Story Teller in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Land.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="7"&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;The two stared &lt;br /&gt;      deeply into each others eyes looking down into their own passionate souls. &lt;br /&gt;      Larry reached for Mylan and removed his materials leaving him in the raw. &lt;br /&gt;      this was a new site for Larry he had seen others but never before had he &lt;br /&gt;      had full control of the situation. Larry quickly did the same to himself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The two began &lt;br /&gt;      what lovers do. They reached out grabbing, stroking, and petting. Kissing &lt;br /&gt;      all body parts and touching with mouths what shouldn't be touched. Their &lt;br /&gt;      Journey had begun. The intimacy of the two escalated, moving further, and&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;further &lt;/i&gt;until the suggestion came that they do what only lovers can &lt;br /&gt;      and lose themselves to one another. The idea was in Larry's mind now and &lt;br /&gt;      he wouldn't be let down. Larry suggested that the two be safe for he did &lt;br /&gt;      not want to be hurt. Mylan applied his protection to himself and with one &lt;br /&gt;      fine swoop went in for the kill...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="7" face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;quot;AHHHHHHHHH!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Larry exclaimed as the pain and pleasure &lt;br /&gt;      had grown to be too much for him. he was experiencing pure ecstasy. yet at &lt;br /&gt;      the same time he was burning with a flame of pain he had never &lt;br /&gt;      experienced. Mylan continued with his work as most beginners do. He did &lt;br /&gt;      however focus on Larry. Larry began to reach the edge...and. as soon as it &lt;br /&gt;      had started Larry lost himself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This experience &lt;br /&gt;      was new to him He was first.. No one had finished before him. Feeling so &lt;br /&gt;      joyed he told Mylan to remove that which protected them and let him have &lt;br /&gt;      free reign on and &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; his body. Mylan let loose and soon found that &lt;br /&gt;      he too had reached the point. He finished yet &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Larry wasn't &lt;br /&gt;      satiated with where they had left off. he wanted more. He wanted this &lt;br /&gt;      moment, this night, to me forever engraved within their own heads. He &lt;br /&gt;      waited for the downtime to end and the two began at it again...and again. &lt;br /&gt;      and again finishing and restarting until muscles grew weak.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Larry and Mylan collapsed into one &lt;br /&gt;      another's arms and woke up hours later to find Mylan needed to be home. &lt;br /&gt;      Mylan was late, very late it was almost midnight and he couldn't find his &lt;br /&gt;      glass slipper anywhere. he arrived home to the evil step-mother and she &lt;br /&gt;      banished him from speaking with Larry or anyone else for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;But the story continues, the two live, &lt;br /&gt;      maybe not happily there-ever after however happiness is subjective and &lt;br /&gt;      love is eternal. So happiness in love can only be eternally subjective. &lt;br /&gt;      That is, to say, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Love is what you &lt;br /&gt;      make of it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;The End&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it The End though. Her story was great and full of things &lt;br /&gt;to make a man tingle however this storyteller forgot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The two that had been torn apart Larry and Kris. Where still &lt;br /&gt;best friends determined to let no man and nothing come between them. They talked &lt;br /&gt;and decided that life would be good. Despite the story of intimacy and lust that &lt;br /&gt;split them apart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/YamiTrunks/story_4.jpg" width="512" height="256"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ok</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T16:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T16:18:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So say theres this person you like. You've known them for a while. But you havnt really gotten to know them until recently. But after getting to know them you sorta fall for them. You see yourself doing all sorts of stuff with  them, going to the movies, going to dinner, even going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then lets say someone else comes along, and gets there first, you're not too sure if the person likes this new person, but you're also not too sure if this new person actually likes the person you like. You're not too sure if the new person is using the person you like for..things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore add into the mix that the new person is your friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also add in that your friend, albeit awesome, has a mixed history with relationships...Mostly lotso f premarital touching and as your friened puts it "passion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that add that te new interest in your lfie has just appleid at YOUR work so he can hang out with you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on to that that your friend thinks its nothing and that you have every other person in the world on your metaphorical lsit of people that doesnt reall yexist because the list has been dead for ay ear now...and any chances prior to this have all been mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused&lt;br /&gt;angsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect its in the name teenager is actually spelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teconfusedangstyenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>chris101d @ 2006-06-28T14:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T18:27:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T18:27:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thus the curtain closes on another tale.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   An eternity has passed...&lt;br /&gt;   Fleeting dreams fade into the distance...&lt;br /&gt;   All that is left now&lt;br /&gt;   Is me and my memories...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   But I'm sure we'll meet again,&lt;br /&gt;   Someday, you and I...&lt;br /&gt;   Another place, another time.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   It's just that we might not realize&lt;br /&gt;   That you are you and I am me...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Let us open the door to the great unknown,&lt;br /&gt;   Come across another reality,&lt;br /&gt;   And live another today...&lt;br /&gt;   Even when the story has been told,&lt;br /&gt;   Life goes on...</content>
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    <title>yay</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T00:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T00:52:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ba ba ba ba baaaaaaaaaa im lovin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work isnt bad today flew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so ehres my weekend;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Gradication (not graduation...just dont ask..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad; band is band...ya'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so im going to miss so many people "its not even funny..i mean like guys you have no idea, you just dont know.." (I cite shayna as a source for said quote).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed wicked earlyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i woke up wicked earlyyyyyyyyy for the SATs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady ended it early, and ugh idk how i did at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out to lunch with emily and holly, from which we picked up greg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I then went to the mall and hung out..idk...not much to say it was the mall..we hung out..and thats aboot it..no magic, no anything, kidna dissapointing, but idk...we didnt have our talk either so yeahhhhhhh idk...i d k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that Amber's partayyyy..it was much fun i met many people, got married, danced it up, danced in four, waltzed, salsa'd, and everythign else? amber pretty much rocks...pretty much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday; woke up at 12:00...haha went to work at 1...was there till 8...came hoem ate..typed this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so future plans;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week? school/sleep/work on tues and fri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday Boy's State!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the week until friday BOYS STATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha schweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably LJ it up aboot boys state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i need to see everyone &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>chris101d @ 2006-05-31T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T22:23:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T22:23:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel so emo right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get prez...but i thought i did, everyone in the room had said at a point they liekd my campaign ans speech, but i didnt get it, it sounds like im being a sore loser, but idk... other issues with thsoe who got it occured also, soph rep went to ari, whoem i &amp;lt;3, however ask the other freshies and they say they voted long on the dulong...mmmm so idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im emo and a half now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>banquet</title>
    <published>2006-05-26T01:48:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-26T01:48:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Thespian Banquet was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my varsity jacket and I got to induct the lovly Ari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 her, Her friend Liz I got to help me and she played guitar and I sang to ari, about her history here, and it was fun :) really fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she liked it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was all fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sldieshow didnt work which I guess was ok...oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all had fun, now tiff has a sheetcake the size of canada to eat the thing is massive and no oen touched it poor girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>sample me</title>
    <published>2006-05-21T20:24:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-21T20:24:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Work from 8 to 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up 8 to 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt that bad..I still hate drive-through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thigns went well today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got asked if I'd like to do modeling and product prokotion today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to get into a costume of srots, very wintery, a scarf and hat, and I promtoed our iced coffee and gave free samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends do not take me as racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the last groups I served was an asian family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me this was the ultimate of ironies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it soudns racist but I kpet thinking of the people in the mall "You want chineey thricken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Free sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>mmmm nnnn i wanna linger</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T03:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T03:42:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so my seniors are nwo done with school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss them already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused/dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks in a row I got the shrot straw...no word..not a call..not an email..no explanation..I get my hopes up, then they get crushed...why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have somethign shouldnt you let it be there, you shouldnt have to fight for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so on a less emo note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you with a story;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Dulong, and myself; got very very bored at the mall so we went to CVS, from there we decided we wanted to buy condoms, the cheapest ones, just to be sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabebd the box, walekd up to the register, and said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello I would like to purchase these condoms for the sexual intercourse I will eb having tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady in ehr 30s or 40s sat there staring at me...gaping, then she realized I was a customer, she tried to ease the situation and she said "At least you are being safe, right?". I laughed and said thankyou, then she promptly said "Well have a good time tonight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best moment...ever...so now we have a box of condoms that won't get used and are not going to be used...just for fun, to give  us memories of this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>chris101d @ 2006-05-14T00:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T05:03:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T05:03:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I havnt updated in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the show;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went great, heh people loved it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then friday was the cast dinner, We went to fridays, it was fun, I got my FIRST PAYCHECK!@(First time I typed that I just wrote it as PayCHECH FYI) earlier that day..so i had money and i said im eating for once.. I got a full roder of potatoe skins, and an order of the sesame jack chicken strips..so good! then I got a strawberry lemonade slush, and a cake..and I was good :) haha then we hung out and the waitress called me mr smileypants which made me smile more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saturday show went well, not as much audicence love, and not much love from other people -_- who didn't show up. those people made me sort of emo, but i'll leave it up to assume that person was under some reasoning that they couldnt see it. Then there was the cast party, which is always fun, brit's hosue was fun the nigth started with food being eaten, and people then decidign dancing/pingpong=fun I played against sarah Kahn, and it became strip pong, I lost *darn* so shirtless I danced/whatever you call what we where doing, to several songs, before that thing that doesnt exist happened, and then there was "dice" being rolled etc, and now that I have 2 mountain dews and some "punch" in me im set for the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>asdda</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T01:21:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T01:21:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Out of my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goign to jail for a cheesburger Handy!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my loves bar my quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got asked to be an editor for yearbook (OMG HOT! an EDITOR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Once On This Island; &lt;br /&gt;Friday May; 12 @ 7:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mat 13 @ 7:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are 10 I believe... come see it tis coming along well! Despite what maria says, she has said thsi about EVERY show we've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I havnt seen S.o.S(Some one Special ohhh code!) for about 3 weeks; Oh and S.o.s has been untalkable to since Tuesday! oye vey! (im 1/8th jewish now so forgive my spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You ask of my 1/8 but to you I say I have covnerted religions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By saying I am only a Roman Catholic boy I am sayign millions and billions of others are wrong, and they are arrogant and idiotic fools for believing in pious dieties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say Why not take the Major Religions and practcie them all actively, or rather know them to an extent and call them yours;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call this Encompism, Because it Encompases all beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now;&lt;br /&gt;1) Christian&lt;br /&gt;2) Mormon&lt;br /&gt;3) Jewish&lt;br /&gt;4) Animism&lt;br /&gt;5) Islam&lt;br /&gt;6) Hinduism&lt;br /&gt;7) Buddhism&lt;br /&gt;8) Taoism and/or Confucianism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in reality the major part of all religiosn and their registered participants are;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Christianity: 2.1 billion&lt;br /&gt;   2. Islam: 1.3 billion&lt;br /&gt;   3. Secular/Nonreligious/Agnostic/Atheist: 1.1 billion&lt;br /&gt;   4. Hinduism: 900 million&lt;br /&gt;   5. Chinese traditional religion: 394 million&lt;br /&gt;   6. Buddhism: 376 million&lt;br /&gt;   7. primal-indigenous: 300 million&lt;br /&gt;   8. African Traditional &amp; Diasporic: 100 million&lt;br /&gt;   9. Sikhism: 23 million&lt;br /&gt;  10. Juche: 19 million&lt;br /&gt;  11. Spiritism: 15 million&lt;br /&gt;  12. Judaism: 14 million&lt;br /&gt;  13. Baha'i: 7 million&lt;br /&gt;  14. Jainism: 4.2 million&lt;br /&gt;  15. Shinto: 4 million&lt;br /&gt;  16. Cao Dai: 4 million&lt;br /&gt;  17. Zoroastrianism: 2.6 million&lt;br /&gt;  18. Tenrikyo: 2 million&lt;br /&gt;  19. Neo-Paganism: 1 million&lt;br /&gt;  20. Unitarian-Universalism: 800 thousand&lt;br /&gt;  21. Rastafarianism: 600 thousand&lt;br /&gt;  22. Scientology: 500 thousand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all fairness some cannot be practcied, or are not really major; Oh and Scientology is a no no..sorry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &amp;lt;3 ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) -C</content>
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    <title>oh and...</title>
    <published>2006-05-03T03:28:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-03T03:28:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wonderful Feeling - Drawn together</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What is this thing in my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its slipepry, and its slimey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling down my slender virgin pink esophagus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some black chicks tounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a new sensation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a mayonaise mama on my lickin hole and we've onyl just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its realy qutie thrilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right now you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I taste a filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its solid gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed I would be so willing to let myself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it im totally frenchin a racist hoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This black chicks tounge (what a wodnerful feeling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn where'd this bitch get here earings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never had so much fun as with this black chicks tounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool si this we've only been here a day, but i already fidn myself in a threeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is niceeeeeeeee....</content>
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    <title>Am I weird?</title>
    <published>2006-05-03T01:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-03T01:35:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my work, was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoyed it, its not exactly hard, and soon enough i'll understand the combos etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make sundays, and mcflurries, and put pies in the oven, and refill straws. take otu trash, wash tables and seats, and even get this refill napkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>chris101d @ 2006-04-15T18:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T22:52:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-15T22:52:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ugh i went to go to harry's for his "dance party"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few mins..my mom called his number and said shed be there in 5 minutes to pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was angry, I had no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I find out I put a sweatshirt in my tshirt drawer...yes it is a sin id guess...I am a sinner and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get home and im in trouble because of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im stuck home hungry but too angry to eat, and apparantly nto allwoed to use the computer on sunday OR monday now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well call it if you want to talk to me..but be warned I may put clothing in the wrong drawer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c</content>
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    <title>U-MASS Band Day; Under the lights 2005</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T18:39:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T18:39:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go U    mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go U-Mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what my night consisted of...hahaha..but this is the end of a story best started at the beggining...so here is where the story, as you will soon find, begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight O'Clock i woke up...i was too tired to do anything so i fell back into my state of non-awakeness, i say non-awake only as means of showing the lack of sleep therein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Thirty...again i awoke...but this time i found it impossible to go back into my veggitative state...so i turned on the television, it was saturday so what should i do but flip to my immaturity, well that is kids WB...and watch saturday morning cartoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine O'Clock...after being annoyed by my brother to shower for we where leaving soon to goto the music store to get some last minute supplies i showered...from there I went and had a glass of juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Thirty...we got in the car and drove to some music store in Rhode Isalnd...upon arrival twenty minutes later, We entered the store. my brother got some reeds for his saxaphone, and I got a "Fluitist Friend" which is a lyre that tarps onto yoru wrist. For those of you uninformed a lyre is an item which holds your sheet music during marching...I got this one because my old one broke *tear*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Twenty...i forced my father to stop and let me get coffee ori wouldsurely not survive the day... i got a chocolate raspberry iced coffee..large...heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Thirty...we got to the school i grabbd my fltue and we waited..thsi ixs whre the hopes of ours where shattered raised, shatered and raised...after playing the waitign game gettign assigned our attendance numbers for the count off...i was number 3...we waited soem more, we got caleld to the band room, and where told that the bsu company thought we didnt need the bus anymore because when you order a coach bus months in advance your suppsoed to call the company and remind them daily aparantly (hah)...but in all seriousness they forgot about us entirely and we where stranded..Mr Winship said there was a 95% chance we wouldnt be going... he said wait an hour and if we coudnt fidn something then we'd just ..go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about twelve o clock or later..this isthe part of the day where we lsot all sense of time...we got thegodo news that two YELLOW SCHOOL BUSSES (oh noes) where going to be able to drive us to U MASS...so they came we boarded the busses oh but i should be saying we attemtped to..the busses where under classmen (8th graders up to sophomres) and upper classmen (juniors and seniors)...i went to the upper classmen bus and was told to goto the underclassmen bus and to stop trying to sneak onto a bus i dont belong on or something along those lines... by mr winship..so my bus buddy rachelle and i went to the udnerclassmen bus afetr seeing some little  sophomores on the bsu we should have been on and got anegred...we tried to explain we wernt underclassmen buthe said stop lying, and finally said JUST DEAL..we ealt with it ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got on thebus and left the school...Myself and Rachelle decided these little ids would learn to love or hate us..so we broek out her walkman..and her disney's greatest hits cd and sang..most of the way there :) LETS GET DOWN TO BUSNESS (hoo haa) TO DEFEAT THE HUNS!!! lol...those kids hated us..but others sang along :) we rocked...maria refused to sing beauty and the beast with us though (shame!)...lady with fish indeed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we finally arived at three or so...probably a bti after...we had missed the music rehearsal and they where now rehearsing the sets and movements etc..all i can ay upon ourarrival is OH EM GEEE....there where SO MANY kids there..thesound was amazing, and even sections liek the mallets (marimbas keyboards, xylaphones etc) where huge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four fifteen...Lunch slash dinner break...heh...they couldnt decide i guess? i had a peanut butter sandwhich..yummmm some diet coke, a strign cheese, some cookies, and a bag of fritos heh...we got changed and at five thirty we left for the stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five thirty..we marched oevr to the stadium, which was a site to see it was large and crowded with all the game goers, and the kids from the bands...our seats where above the concession stand so the tnire time we all where hungry from the fumes of whatever was cooking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-Time- we went out onto the field (late because someone in chareg of our group sent us out late) and played..it was SO AMAZING, hundreds of people there on the field, plus hudnreds in the stands eyes on me..ok mayeb not me in particular, but seriosuly its a rush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Half time - we where todl we would be taken in grousp to our busses to change, get jackets, and put away our instruments...so i went..one problem...the bsu i was on was missing...entirely...so from there i sat in the fifty degree weather playing my flute to keep warm just freestyle whatever ntoe felt right, and then i got to the point t where my ahdns where blue...and my breath was visible so i went back to the stands hoping the lights would be warm..ansd they where heh...sausage smoek warmed me from the concessiosn stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post game- U mass won...14 to 6? i think...and there was a very very very pretty fireworks display right behind us and you could see them so clearly...i started a section of peopel going "ooooooh" "aaaaaaaah"..until i got slapped by a color gaurd girl to be quiet :( oh well...haha..then UMass' band played their show for us..it was A-MAZING...their sets where so cool, they had neat shapes, and a choir singing..and button twirling, flag twirling, and guns and swords and just neet stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night...heh no time to be given..we got back on the bus at which point Rachelle and i sang a pretty song again haha until the giirl infront of us, my section leader's little sister, complained of her headache, so we decided FINE we'd stop, and we played some games like one word sentences, and that sort...then rachelle fell asleep, and i tried to then the freshamn in the seat next to us fell asleep so i figured boredom was justification and we put an empty bottle on his chin...and he kept swatting at it in his sleep but never managed to get it off..oh well...heh...then i fell asleep for a bit and woke up with 30 mintues left of our trip or so...i talekd with the kids infront of me and we finally got back to theschool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was umass band day...long long long post...:)</content>
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    <title>Poor us</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T23:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T23:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so we where doign great today..we all mostly PR'ed (Personal Record) which was great.. i took off about 30 seconds on my time...however today was a tie which was then decided by the 6th person...making us the losers via a technicality...but in a meet where 11/14 your team mates got a PR you cant be upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what disgruntled me is that even though i was like 2 feet away from the highschool none of the people i know in mansfield came :( i need my cheerleeders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dotn blame ya though :) who would want to subject themselves to my farmers tan ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well we did great today and we can really only improve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading this post...haha i doubt anyoen actually cared to know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave SOME love...</content>
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    <title>Come watch me run!</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T21:53:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ok this is directed towards all fo you, particularly thsoe of you who attend mansfield schools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cross country meet against Mansfield, and KP tommorow (the 20th of sept) come support me...or even your own team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be at about 3:00? ill be there at like 2:30 or so...maybe a bit later idk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still COME see ME!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can watch me win (i would tell you the truth in that i wont get first place...but thats being pesamistic...and you dont win a meet that way eh&amp;gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 ya'll &lt;br /&gt;-Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; COME!!!! ill be in my sexy uniform! (hahaha)</content>
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