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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Throughout my weekend I met a lot of really nice people&amp;hellip;..there&amp;rsquo;s just something about the vibe of other runners that really is awesomely bonding. I love that none of them (at least the ones I&amp;rsquo;ve ever met) are non-judgmental. This one dude I met at the airport in &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, David, really was just so psyched for Bob and I that it was our first full marathon. He kept asking us all these questions and really just seemed interested in our journey. I could tell he was really seasoned and it was just nice that he actually cared and was psyched for us. This theme continued all weekend. I especially loved the moment when I ran into these other dudes (who were part of David&amp;rsquo;s group&amp;hellip;and they are all actually from St. Augustine) at the Expo and we were all so excited to see each other bcos we were all stranded the nite before in Atlanta and it was just awesome to see that we all made it. I hope I can meet up with these people again sometime since they live so close&amp;hellip;..and do tons of group training runs in &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;St. Augustine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I&amp;rsquo;m sure we will at some point! Then there was Saturday morning&amp;hellip;..I was up at 5&amp;hellip;and rested until 630ish&amp;hellip;..I was just too excited to sleep. I headed down to the breakfast area where two women who had just met were gabbing away. I joined right in and told them it was my first and they, again were so pumped for me. The 2 things everyone kept telling me were 1) you&amp;rsquo;ll always remember your first&amp;hellip;..and 2) to take it extremely slow. The words were drilled into my head &amp;ldquo;if you feel like you&amp;rsquo;re going at a comfortable pace, you&amp;rsquo;re actually going too fast&amp;hellip;so slow down&amp;rdquo;. I&amp;rsquo;d have to say that was probably the best advice I could have received bcos I think that is what really got me across the finish line with a smile on my face. Race morning was really exciting&amp;hellip;I wasn&amp;rsquo;t as nervous as I thought I would be. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t really thinking about the fact that I was going to be running for hours and hours soon. I was up at 4:15 while everyone stayed in bed until 4:45. I took a shower and put all of my layers on&amp;hellip;it was FREEZING that morning&amp;hellip;about 35 degrees. Everyone finally was up and about&amp;hellip;.I went downstairs to toast some English muffins for our group&amp;hellip;.everybody was extremely mellow in the lobby. I actually didn&amp;rsquo;t end up eating breakfast&amp;hellip;..I was so stuffed from the nite before. I had 4 pieces of sourdough bread, minestrone soup and spaghetti with marinara sauce and saut&amp;eacute;ed mushrooms. Then when we got back to the hotel I had a huge vegan gingersnap cookie, junior mints and most of a hershey bar. So that meal got me through to mile 18 if you can believe it. We made our way to the shuttle pickup in the dark&amp;hellip;.it was about a half mile walk and when we arrived there was a shuttle about to depart but they took all 4 of us on! We chatted with some nice people from &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (who we ended up seeing later and riding on the same riverboat tour that afternoon!) &amp;ndash; they were walking the half. We made it to the &amp;ldquo;start line village&amp;rdquo; with no problems or delays and had about an hour to kill before the start. We finally had to take off our layers (yikes) and check our bags at UPS. Then we made our way to our corral. We all ended up being in the same one. Dan convinced us to change our finish times to his&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.haha let&amp;rsquo;s just say I felt like a real poser&amp;hellip;.but I was still glad bcos if I had gone into the one I was supposed to be in I probably would have started about 45-50 min after everyone else! (there were 30,000 runners total). Now I will break down the race mile by mile (from what I can remember):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 0: The gun went off at 7:44 and our corral was let go 3 minutes later (though my cell phone clock read 7:44 when I started). Let&amp;rsquo;s just say that this was THE most embarrassing part of the entire experience. Remember the advice embedded in my mind? Well let&amp;rsquo;s just say&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.I started off as slow as I possibly could without walking and the entire pack (these are people who can run the entire thing in 3.5 hours) was OFF before I even knew it. So there&amp;rsquo;s me, running super slow, all by myself&amp;hellip;with all these spectators, not clapping but staring at me blankly. Then some photographer takes my picture&amp;hellip;as I&amp;rsquo;m on the phone with Bob (I had to call him and tell him how stupid I felt!). I look behind me and in the distance I see the next corral ready to take off&amp;hellip;..I&amp;rsquo;m thinking I&amp;rsquo;m about to be stampeded. Luckily it didn&amp;rsquo;t happen and I just had them go around me&amp;hellip;.and finally there were people constantly around me for the rest of the race. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 1: Wow 1 mile already down? Only 25 to go. At each mile marker I would start repeating in my head how many miles were left. I was using my cell phone clock timer to get me through each mile. I could say oh, well only 7 minutes left or only 5 minutes left and you&amp;rsquo;ll have another mile under your belt. It actually worked out quite well for me psychologically to take the entire thing one mile at a time. Also why are people already going to the bathroom, did they forget to go before it started?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 2: I think we&amp;rsquo;re supposed to be near the &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Alamo&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Oh yes there it is. There&amp;rsquo;s tons of people everywhere cheering (we haven&amp;rsquo;t even done much yet people!) and there&amp;rsquo;s a cool mariachi band. I&amp;rsquo;m liking this so far&amp;hellip;but continue to go super slow (which is between a 12 and 12.5 minute pace &amp;ndash; my normal pace is 11 min) The gloves I&amp;rsquo;m wearing come off and go in my pocket. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 3: There is a marching band which makes me laugh kind of, I think of how Mandy was telling me yesterday that when she ran the Cleveland Half Marathon there was a marching band playing in the middle of the highway. It was funny. I see a sign outside their school that says only 23 miles to go. Woo hoo, thanks for the reminder &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 4: I think to myself&amp;hellip;.only 2 more miles and you&amp;rsquo;ll really be warmed up. Then you can pretend that you&amp;rsquo;re just starting out and you only have to run 20 miles (which is the most you&amp;rsquo;ve ever run and can probably do again today) There are various hills at this point that I&amp;rsquo;m not enjoying but as always tough them out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 5: Why are they handing out bananas now&amp;hellip;.isn&amp;rsquo;t it a little early for something like that? Halfway between 5 and 6 my mom calls and asks if I&amp;rsquo;m running bcos she can track everyone&amp;rsquo;s times but me. She&amp;rsquo;s like are you at 5K yet? And I reply I&amp;rsquo;m almost at 10K! I talk like I&amp;rsquo;m not even running&amp;hellip;I sound completely normal. A good sign that I&amp;rsquo;m really keeping that pace down and continue to do so. I tell her I&amp;rsquo;ll call her when I&amp;rsquo;m done. After I hang up I think to myself, oh my gosh the amount of time it takes me to drive from my house in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to my mom&amp;rsquo;s is the amount of time I have left to run (4 hours). I quickly erase that thought from my head and carry on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 6: Okay let&amp;rsquo;s pretend I didn&amp;rsquo;t do those last 6 miles and I&amp;rsquo;m starting out on a 20 mile run. I can do this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 7: I&amp;rsquo;m in the teens now. 19 miles to go!!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 8: We are downtown and tons of people are going nuts (I still feel like we don&amp;rsquo;t deserve it yet&amp;hellip;but hey I&amp;rsquo;ll take it). I think about how Erin&amp;rsquo;s friend Dana describes her experience at mile 8 in the NYC marathon as feeling great&amp;hellip;.and I have to agree&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;m feeling pretty great myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 9: Only 2 more miles til 10 and I&amp;rsquo;ll feel like I&amp;rsquo;ve gotten over some sort of hurdle. 10 miles is a cool amount to get through and it&amp;rsquo;s already double digits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 10: Alright&amp;hellip;.16 miles really doesn&amp;rsquo;t sound that bad. Again, I can do this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 11: 15 miles, 15 miles and I&amp;rsquo;m still not hungry at all. Do you think I&amp;rsquo;ll actually complete this without eating anything? I feel like if I even tried though I&amp;rsquo;d feel so heavy. Oh well, I have some fuel if I need it later in my pocket. Molly calls and asks if I&amp;rsquo;m running also&amp;hellip;I inform her my chip is not working and tell her I&amp;rsquo;m almost to 12 which means I&amp;rsquo;m sort of almost half way done! I still am running slower than normal and am able to carry on a perfectly normal conversation. We run through a neighborhood with huge old houses and as usual I&amp;rsquo;m jealous of the people who get to live there. I wonder what Bob thought of these? I&amp;rsquo;m sure he loved them too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 12: Somewhere before this mile marker I remember seeing the really fast people zoom by us (on the other side of the road) who are almost finished and I think wow you guys are really kicking our asses!!! I can hear Rhianna blasting as I approach this mile marker&amp;hellip;.it really pumps me up for some reason and I start to sing along. There are cheerleaders and bands all along the race course and for some reason I was really into it here. Looking back I was still feeling really great at this point and psyched up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 13: YES!!!! I&amp;rsquo;m halfway done. I&amp;rsquo;m at the first point where I start to feel fatigued. Can I really repeat what I just did? I&amp;rsquo;m going to have to I guess! I decide to get my first drink of water&amp;hellip;which helped with the tired feeling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 14: I kind of feel like we&amp;rsquo;re in the middle of nowhere. Thank goodness for all of these spectators and bands. I start feeling sore. I&amp;rsquo;ve run this amount and more many times before and have never been sore at this point. How annoying!!!!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Miles 15-18: Not too much to report&amp;hellip;.just lots of random inclines&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.still feeling super sore, thinking about stopping but of course not letting myself do so&amp;hellip;.I keep thinking to myself, how come everyone said I was going to have a blast???? This is not a blast!!!! I really want to stop. But I can&amp;rsquo;t. There are hills that are hurting and people are stopping to walk up them but I will not do that. As wonderful as it would be to stop right now, that would be worse than just continuing on. I came all this way to finish this damn thing. I trained for 4 and a half months to finish, not stop after 16 or 17 miles! Then I decide, let&amp;rsquo;s try some of these fruit snacks. They are actually &amp;ldquo;kids sports chews&amp;rdquo;. I take one bite and they are absolutely DELICIOUS. I realize it&amp;rsquo;s my blood sugar that is low&amp;hellip;so I eat the package very slowly between mile 18 and 19. Guess I needed some fuel after all (which I&amp;rsquo;m glad I did bcos I was starting to feel abnormal).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 19: By the time I get to 19 I am elated bcos that snack was awesome&amp;hellip;.and I&amp;rsquo;m thirsty now so I take a drink. I feel completely re-energized (though still very sore)&amp;hellip;..I slow down a lot, or what feels like a lot but I was still clocking in around 11.5 minutes per mile. Those sports chews saved me!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 20: Only 6 miles to go&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.that&amp;rsquo;s only a little bit more than an hour of running. You&amp;rsquo;ve got this&amp;hellip;.but it hurts!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 21: I&amp;rsquo;ve officially run more than I ever have before. Yee haw! Okay spectators, now you have a reason to cheer us on. Although it was slightly evil when they said we were almost there. No we are not almost there. &amp;ndash; but thanks none the less. There are tons and tons of people walking/stopping/stretching. I know there&amp;rsquo;s no way I could do that and continue on. I give everybody around me tons of credit though. We&amp;rsquo;re all doing so tremendous! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 22: You only have 4 miles to go. Why does that sound like a lot right now? It&amp;rsquo;s really not especially since once you get through this mile you&amp;rsquo;ll only have 3 and that&amp;rsquo;s like a little over a half hour of running. Come on now, and buck up! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 23: Just before I reach here my Dad calls&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;m not as chipper sounding as when I talked to my mom or even Molly, but I tell him I&amp;rsquo;m almost at 23 and that I think I&amp;rsquo;m going to make it. I think that&amp;rsquo;s all we talked about haha. I told him I&amp;rsquo;d call him when I was done. I remember hearing some guy say to his buddy, we&amp;rsquo;ve got this! I hope he&amp;rsquo;s right!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 24: I see a sign that says 2 more miles til _ insert a picture of a taco. I&amp;rsquo;m thinking hell ya I&amp;rsquo;m having puffy tacos tonite!!!!!!!!!!! Do I really only have 2 more miles??? This really does seem feasible&amp;hellip;..as uncomfortable as this is I&amp;rsquo;m going to finish strong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 25: I call Bob and tell him I&amp;rsquo;m almost to 25 so I should be there soon. He informs me he had to walk starting at mile 23 but he was almost done and was going to run the last mile. Go Bob!!!!!!! I get jealous of the people watching us who have already finished either the half or full. Lucky! I can&amp;rsquo;t believe I only have one mile left though. And why the heck is it taking so long to get to 26? I ask this dude next to me how much further do we have and he says about a half mile (he looks like he&amp;rsquo;s dying as well)&amp;hellip;a half mile? So I&amp;rsquo;ll be done in like 6 minutes? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mile 26: OMG that sign says Mile 26&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..I&amp;rsquo;m suddenly sprinting towards it&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.with tons and tons of people cheering and someone says go Hello Kitty! (I&amp;rsquo;m wearing a HK shirt at this point.) Immediately after the sign there is a somewhat steep incline&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.well THAT figures! There goes my sprinting but I&amp;rsquo;m still trucking along&amp;hellip;..I turn the corner and see the finish line&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..OH YEAH that is IT. I run comfortably to the end and Bob comes right up and gives me a hug and the people working there have him put the medal on me. It was cheesy but funny at the same time. We get our picture taken together and I say to him&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..why do people do this? I think I like half marathons WAY better. I don&amp;rsquo;t think I&amp;rsquo;ll be doing this again for a long time. I down a water bottle, banana and orange. YUMMY!!!!!! We retrieve our gear and meet up with Dan and Mandy who finished way before us. Bob was done in 4 hours 55 minutes and me 5 hours 6 minutes. I called Molly, my mom and dad as promised to report that I&amp;rsquo;m done and again that I don&amp;rsquo;t want to do this anytime soon. (Even though I was in a great mood) We walk/hobble back to the hotel and rest for a couple hours&amp;hellip;then we head out for 6 hours of fun. I still can&amp;rsquo;t believe we were out that long but I was energized!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;All I can say is that it was a complete blast. The entire event was so much fun&amp;hellip;..and I completely take back what I said about not wanting to do it anytime soon. I&amp;rsquo;d love to be able to do it again soon&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..but with the way my year is planned next year it probably can&amp;rsquo;t happen due to training schedules taking 4.5 months and the weather in the summer, etc. We tentatively are planning to do one next January&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..so hopefully it&amp;rsquo;ll work out. I&amp;rsquo;m absolutely addicted to this and am so glad I was able to jot this experience down from start to finish. Now I know why everyone kept telling me I&amp;rsquo;d have a blast. Bcos that is exactly what I did&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;I HAD A FANTASTIC TIME!!!!!!! In 2 hours I&amp;rsquo;ll be on a massage table&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.so that I can aide my muscles in healing&amp;hellip;..I just can&amp;rsquo;t wait to get on the road again but I&amp;rsquo;m enjoying the rest too. It&amp;rsquo;s well-deserved I suppose!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2004 21:16:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>from now on....friends only.</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2003 04:55:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>:as my bed preheats: im explaining to dan my wonderful electric blanket habits. that thing has truly saved my life. november 15, 2003 - and i still haven&apos;t turned the heat on. i did say i would wait til either thanksgiving or til i got a job, and im staying true to that. actually i don&apos;t even plan on turning it on til after i get back from FLORIDA on dec 3. 2 weeks and ill be enjoying the florida sun in my &lt;i&gt;favorite vacation destination!&lt;/i&gt; and also speaking of my job hunt, here&apos;s some good news, i talked with my boss the other day and they are gonna try their very best to get me on board full time. i prob shoulda spoken with her ages ago, but i was too scared. and she told me she was actually too scared to ask me what i was doing and where i stood. COMMUNICATION IS KEY! in all situations. she said she wont let me go without a fight though and it&apos;s lookin prettty good. what can i say...they love me there and i love them. awww. speaking of love, im waiting for bobby. ive been calling him alot these past few hours and no answer. im worried. im sure everything&apos;s okay, but you know how it is...&lt;br /&gt;alright my bed she be all cozy and warm now. &lt;br /&gt;                  *sweet dreams to every being in the universe.*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2003 16:54:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love our friday proper chats</title>
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  <description>StuAt48: wow cool, u like sports too!, em is there anything wrong with u at all!!??&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: hahahha awww</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2003 03:23:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>an email i just wrote to stuart</title>
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  <description>greetings dear &quot;penpal&quot;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here, it&apos;s 10pm and im pretty damn tired. i had a good day though. i worked from 9-530 and went out 2 dinner with a woman i used 2 work with. we stayed out for about 2.5 hours chatting and catching up. it was really nice! i just called bobby and he is out with his friend, he said hed b home in 30 min, so im waiting 4 him. 2 answer ur questions: haha, no we don&apos;t have ANY of those candies you mentioned, the only ones that i know what they are, are smarties, which i THINK are similar 2 M&amp;M&apos;s, anyway we don&apos;t have those here, i miss english &quot;sweets&quot; as you call them! i think that was really kind of u 2 get ur gf those things, including the little beautiful glass token, and no it&apos;s not cheesy. us girls like that kinda stuff. =) i checked out ur journal, im loving it! u look awesome. i commented, but it said it was screened, so make sure 2 unscreen it! and i added u as a friend, so now u have me on ur list. and thx so much 4 the shout out haha. show simon ur diary dude! i bet he&apos;ll like it, maybe he can make one also. oh and yeah i def remember that other meal we had @ the white horse. that was so nice u boys took us girls out. u sure know how 2 treat a lady, THAT&apos;S 4 sure. i have some news 4 u. 1, i have a job interview 2morrow @ 11am woohoo!!! and i think it might b a good thing. it&apos;s @ my aunt&apos;s work. ill let u know how it goes! although im not gonna count on it TOO much, cos i always get fuxxed over when i do. the other news is, im going 2 florida! i can&apos;t WAIT. i just made my reservations 2day...im going november 29-dec 3. with who u ask? MYSELF. that&apos;s right. u always knew i was an independent woman didn&apos;t ya? ha. but truly i adore travelling as u know, and i just feel like doing something for MYSELF ya know? so im doing so much better it&apos;s unbelievable. i think back 2 last week when i was iming u in tears and ive made a complete 360 since then. im on top o&apos; the world haha. well, not literally, but still. heh. anyway,! when u read this ull b halfway through the week. these emails make it so much better. talk soooooooooon! -emz xxx</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2003 19:26:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it&apos;s just after 2pm and today has been rather productive thus far. i&apos;m dressed, and ready to go. i cleaned out my closets and got rid of clothes that i don&apos;t wear anymore. it&apos;s weird cos there were some clothes i don&apos;t wear, but still didn&apos;t wanna get rid of. anyway, i have 2 trash bags full to give to my mom, and she&apos;s gonna give them to kids @ her school who will need them. i got some NICE clothes @ old navy last nite. dressing up can be fun sometimes. =) i talked to bobby for about an hour earlier. all is great with us&amp;lt;333 even though he likes to get me &quot;riled&quot; up =/ ;]...&amp;&amp;&amp; i can&apos;t wait to talk with him again this evening. *loving sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m meeting my mom @ bertuccis in 30 min. im stahhvin. we&apos;re going over her friends house after to watch the bills/cowboys game. it&apos;ll be nice to just relax and enjoy a game without the stress, although i would rather be watchin my boys anyday. &amp;lt;3teddybruschi&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also saw my dad @ the mall last nite also. he bought me dinner. speaking of food. my all time favorite holiday is creeping up slowly. &lt;b&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;. i can&apos;t wait to eat. i say that every year heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve met a couple new people these days.(&amp;lt;3lauren/&amp;lt;3steve) things are looking up. i&apos;m trying to enjoy my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; life day by day. the future truly holds endless possibilties...filled with love and spirit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2003 22:38:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the answer to my life</title>
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  <description>ever had a song that makes you want to cry out...scream, with joy, because the sound of the music describes your entire MEANING, soul, mind, heart, creation? it makes you feel like collapsing into pure bliss, as if you&apos;ve discovered a part of your inner being that you didn&apos;t even know existed. &lt;i&gt;pictures of you&lt;/i&gt;. is it. &lt;b&gt;the reason&lt;/b&gt;.</description>
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  <lj:music>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2003 05:10:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>wow okay tonite i went to see the blink 182 dolla bill tour. it was perfect. i walked in around 8:55pm...got some tissue out of the bathroom and a min later they started and were over in about 45 min. now that&apos;s MY kinda show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing one of my favorite activities. eating sweets til i upset my tummy. i just had some mint chip fro yo. now im eating some peanut butter mm&apos;s and im gonna chase all this with a mini baby ruth and butterfinger. TASTY!!!!! oh which reminds me i had an inside out reese&apos;s peanut butter cup today and i really really recommend them. mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to foxwoods tomorrow. wont be home til 4am. oooh yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love/light*xxx</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2003 05:03:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel sooo different. barely anyone knows me anymore. and i think i like it that way. i think. im not sure how i feel. transitions are never easy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2003 05:48:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>we are all children of the universe</title>
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  <description>thank you chris, for your help on my journal. i appreciate your work. you are kind. today was wonderful. i spent the whole day (other than in dance class) by myself, just reflecting on everything. i am content and light. i love being alone. it&apos;s my new favorite past time. nothing can really bother me when i&apos;m by myself. i like it that way. tomorrow i must face the world, but i think i&apos;ll be okay. the highlite of my nite was driving with depeche mode blaring. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is important, with a purpose. free your troubles away, let love in, while giving it away, and repeat. solitude will find its way soon. i&apos;ve said it before and i&apos;ll say it again, the nite brings truth....and i&apos;m loving it tonite. peace, love, and light-emilyxxx &amp;lt;3333</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2003 04:40:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the moon is perfect tonite</title>
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  <description>i put together a package tonite, for my good friend drew, who&apos;s also my birthday buddy. we were both born on 10/10/79. i swear we&apos;re twins. or not? but yeah. he&apos;s in iraq now. baghdad to be exact. he&apos;s been shot at, had bombs and grenades thrown at him(says his letter)...but he&apos;s a survivor. i want him to be able to have some sort of treat, so im sending him: a thanksgiving card, a bag of tootsie pops, a bag of charm blow pops, a sports illustrated, and a rolling stone magazine. i told him to share with his whole group =). im mailing it out tomorrow morning before my dance classes. can&apos;t wait - danskinetics and belly dancing. not a bad way to start off a saturday. then later on i think ster and i are gonna make shirts. we&apos;ll see. 2 more days. 2 more days. i appreciate you more than you will ever know. and to anyone at all who is reading this hello and goodnite. i send you peace. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2003 16:21:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ATTENTION ATTENTION</title>
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  <description>the incredible, stuart c. scott, needs a livejournal code. he is amazing, if he has a journal you will find this out. anyone have a code.....please. ill heart you forever. thx...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StuAt48: i feel like I will have to perform some kind of magic trick to qualify now!&lt;br /&gt;StuAt48: brilliant, thank u emily!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2003 02:49:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>R.I.P. Cookie Monster</title>
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  <description>every week atleast, i enjoy eating a cookie monster gingerbread dude. i always feel guilty, cos he seems so nice and cute. most of the time i talk to dug while i eat him and it&apos;s gotten to the point that i think of him(dug) when i purchase them. tonite, i went to the store and got the &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; oneee in the bakery!!!! there&apos;s usually LOADS. this is a dedication to my weekly treat. R.I.P. dear friend, see you next week...&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;taken minutes before consuming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://emilystyles.diaryland.com/images/cookiemonster.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2003 23:44:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>east coast represent</title>
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  <description>BozScag: I just switched over from made&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: i never seen this one&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: have u&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: Does she want to be prom queen or something?&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: yes&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: homecoming&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: dude that is so midwest and west coast&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: haha&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: noone here has homecoming&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: no shit&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: homecoming is supposedly this big deal&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: Our hs tried having a home comming...&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: noone in MA or NH has fucking homecoming&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: it was just a football game&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: haha&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: its all about the east coast bitches&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: sweet thats how it should b!&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: Hellz yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;BozScag: East Cost Bitchez rule</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2003 14:37:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i need to write more</title>
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  <description>i was just reading my old diaryland diary, and i realized that i used to have the ability to write. maybe i still do, just don&apos;t take the effort. perhaps cos im done with school? wow i really don&apos;t miss taking tests, studying, homework, and writing papers. i really do not. yesterday my mom was like &quot;i am willing to pay for you to take one graduate class next semester just as long as you get health insurance&quot;. i really don&apos;t think that would be worth it. i told her i wouldn&apos;t try! at this point, you really can&apos;t make me go to school. i wouldn&apos;t even go for free. and that is that. it&apos;s just getting old..the whole run around of the job hunt, not really having health insurance thing. i mean true, my parents are paying for it monthly, but that&apos;s their choice. if it were up to me i wouldn&apos;t have health insurance at all. i just can&apos;t help but feel guilty about the whole scenario. i also have no control though. i need car insurance more than health. ha. makes sense, well not really. my tummy is growling. but i have pains in my lower abdomen as well. my body is sending me mixed signals. now i suddenly feel nauseous. in an instant things change. no matter what the circumstance! i miss b more than ever. this proves i can&apos;t live without him. i hate puerto vallarta! well not really ha but still. =/ 2 days down. 6 to go. come home soon&amp;lt;3 this weekend sucks too. no game on sunday! ;( i gotta wait til monday nite. figures. i just get so used to having my sundays occupied by the games. i asked my sister to go to portsmouth with me for shopping and stuff. tonite im going out with people from my work. we&apos;re going to eat @ not your average joe&apos;s. nummy nummy. im gonna go in an hour early today so i can go walking with the crew @ lunchtime. noone good is online, ever. i have like no online friends, but i guess that isn&apos;t such a terrible thing. i just remember back in the day always having a million ims. now i can have my sn on for hours and not get an im. such is life. i guess i should go get ready. im gonna try to write more often. i need to. &lt;br /&gt;note: if i ever write that im listening to music, im not really listening to it, it&apos;s just the song that&apos;s in my head @ the time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2003 00:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>thank you, everyone, who contacted me.</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://emilystyles.diaryland.com/images/emilyoctober3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;i ponder&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://emilystyles.diaryland.com/images/emilyoctober2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://emilystyles.diaryland.com/images/emilyoctober5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;i pray&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2003 16:56:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a desperate cry for help</title>
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  <description>hello. it&apos;s me, emily. if you&apos;re reading this, i need your help. someone. anyone. please, i beg of you. i need a friend. i don&apos;t care if i don&apos;t know you at all. i&apos;d almost prefer that. i need someone to talk to. if anyone out there.....in the world of the internet is willing to help this lost soul, please contact me ASAP via email, im, or phone. if u need my info just ask. *holds back the tears at her desk at work* im leaving early today. i dont even think im alive.</description>
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  <lj:mood>dead, dead, dead.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2003 22:28:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i dream of apple cider and candy apples</title>
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  <description>today is just one of those days you gotta love. 6:23pm.......still in pajamas and a fuzzy bathrobe, watching non-cable tv. jumping up and down earlier for mah boys (the patriots) and laughing at ricki williams thinking he&apos;s cool with his dreads. try again. my brand new electric blanket is the best thing ever! and now it is time to make pasta primavera. it&apos;s the little things. the little things.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2003 20:19:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>can we get serious?</title>
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  <description>everything comes and goes...it repeats just as history seems to repeat itself(the downfall of humans, which in effect will destroy the world someday), but this topic is much lighter. it&apos;s something that&apos;s been on my mind awhile. fashion, culture - normally i don&apos;t care about trends...but this is just pissing me off. i hate how it&apos;s cool to be 80&apos;s now...i can&apos;t stand seeing kids who were fetuses in the late 80&apos;s dressing in bright colors and singing girls just wanna have fun. i was born in 1979 and i&apos;m here to represent. kids who weren&apos;t even conceived when the goonies came out. random thoughts. random annoyances. lamecore like woah. but then i think well when i was that age did i do something that was popular back then? someone born in 1969 might have wanted to regulate my ass...the tables have turned. and they will again and again. so even though i know this happens in life (i am truly aware), it&apos;s MY turn to be frustrated. i mean i don&apos;t even care &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much. but sometimes it&apos;s just like come on. i&apos;m not saying i&apos;m cool or anything. i&apos;m old and i know it. no biggie. i guess my main thing is that i&apos;m pissed the culture that was popular when i grew up is the in thing now. i&apos;ve never cared in the past cos it never affected me personally. i&apos;m a big grown up now *sarcasm* - i suppose i&apos;ll just lighten up and laugh at the phase. the craze. the latest thing. let&apos;s just hope this progression dies out soon.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2003 01:21:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love how i made my boy into a baseball/red sox fan...!</title>
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  <description>x heart one x: bostons winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from kissesandsxe: WATCHING THE WORLD SERIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: REGULATE&lt;br /&gt;kissesandsxe: you are watching history be made.&lt;br /&gt;x heart one x: hah&lt;br /&gt;x heart one x: lol baby bunny happy?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2003 03:27:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>may i have your attention please:</title>
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  <description>move to chicago with me. yes - you reading this journal.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2003 00:55:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>baby talk baby talk</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;i miss:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving with you, sitting next to you all close, in the middle seat....NOT the seat to the right, but the MIDDLE w/the lap belt; cuddling as you drive as if we&apos;re the stars of a film, a love story brought to life&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; my birthday, 6:44am, you wake me for an hour long cuddle, before heading off to school&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; attempting to take a photobooth picture, constantly retaking, while the finished product still ends up fuxxed&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; walking around your neighborhood, surburbia at its best and you ofcourse being silly, speeding down the road nearly zooming by instead of picking me up&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; giving you unlimited amounts of jolly good pina colada soda&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; laying together with the red sox on, as i think to myself..i can&apos;t believe he&apos;d actually do this for me&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; watching the whole side of barnes and noble collapse as you eat your japanese food, looking all mellow and cool as i freak out and say: i wanna get outta here!&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; eating my spicy dinner @ noodles &amp; company...you spitting ice in my direction, which temporarily saddens me in that kidding kind of way&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; watching howard stern late at nite, with our eyes half open...falling asleep, but amused at this wondrous television show that entertains&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; waking up to your beautiful brown eyes that take me to somewhere i didn&apos;t know existed&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; going to goodwill with you, looking at all the antiques, picking what we like best, you walking behind me with your arms wrapped around my shoulders&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; you calling me the baby bunny with blue eyes that was born in a blizzard&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; me thinking i wouldn&apos;t see you anymore yesterday, but you showing up at 9:02pm for a 5 minute cuddle, late nite grocery store trip, &amp;&amp;&amp;ice cream treat&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; crying, bawling my eyes out, emotions flowing into your arms, chest, face...while you rub my back constantly, kiss me softly, stare at me gently, telling me it will be alright; for hours and hours on end...til we part our ways to the next tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;i&gt;my cherished birthday present:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://emilystyles.diaryland.com/images/fairyemily.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful tonite. thank you&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2003 01:46:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>RED SOX. ummmm sox? hi. emilystyles here. life&apos;s pretty grand. ortiz has these evil eyes but i love them anyway. job possibilities are up in the airrrrrrrrrrr. emily&apos;s big adventure this weekend. im looking forward to it much. yep =) way to be vague. that&apos;s my styleeeeeeeeeeeeee!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2003 15:09:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ON THE ROOF TOP SHOUT IT OUT</title>
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  <description>i called my boss and said id be in an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-because im not ready to get out of my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;-because i wanna watch sharon osbourne.&lt;br /&gt;-because i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im working 1-6...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;i just packed my lunch: peanut butter and jelly, honey mustard pretzles, &amp; black cherry seltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other &quot;news&quot;(?) this law office emailed me back and said they wanted to meet with me. but they told me to tell them my salary requirement, which i did. wonder if they were too shocked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a frozen lil&apos; girl, but i refuse to turn the heat on til &lt;br /&gt;a) thanksgiving or b) i get a full time position &lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling choice &quot;a&quot; shall prevail....=/</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2003 23:06:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>inspired by the angel</title>
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  <description>//midnite//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream. you dream. what&apos;s kept in your memory, you dance with...and enthrall as the morning sunrise creeps through your beautiful lashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts shall wander throughout the day...ups and downs, ups and downs, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, the dream is alive, its presence is remarkable, as a ray of sunlight feeds your heart. - touches your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience and waiting, is it time yet? you will see. your dream, a reality...brighter,brighter,blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set free, by this dream. floating on air. higher than the realm of what can be perceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a soulful connection. bonded together, as the moon makes its glorious entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the life cycle begins - once again, never to be broken. smile. dream. you dream. --</description>
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