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  <title>Molly Davis</title>
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    <name>Molly Davis</name>
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    <title>March - Nightmare</title>
    <published>2008-03-29T07:30:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T07:30:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Going from pulling the lever on the slot machine and being thrilled to see three quarters pop out to suddenly feeling as if I was going to pass out any second just from a couple drinks shouldn't be happening.  I didn't drink a lot, but I did enough to know that slayers had better tolerance for the stuff than most.  I knew that I had a better tolerance than this.  But when the man came up to us saying that we needed to come with him,  I just started following after Lucy.  I wanted to just lay down and rest.  Nothing felt right and they were moving &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was becoming blurry and the next thing I knew, I was sleeping.  It felt so nice just to rest just for a little while.  Lucy would be irritated if I passed out too long so that it cut into our Vegas fun, but I just needed a minute.  One, short little minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally woke up, I frowned to myself.  Okay this wasn't right.  How did we get back to the school?  Sitting up in bed, I looked over to Lucy's to see her laying there asleep.  I couldn't have possibly passed out this long.  What was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucy?" I asked quietly and started to stand, but felt my legs wobble beneath me.  Gaining my balance, I walked over to Lucy's bed and froze when I saw her laying there.  She wasn't asleep.  Her eyes were wide open.  She was dead and there were two puncture wounds there on her neck that I recognized all too well.  Covering my mouth, I let out a scream that filled the room and halls of the school.  I couldn't stop staring at her body.  She couldn't be dead.  This was Lucy.  She simply wasn't allowed to die.  It was a rule I'd made up and I don't even know if I'd told her about that not to mention several others that involved her, but that was at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few seconds later, Kennedy came busting into the room and asking what was wrong.  "She's DEAD!" I screamed at her, but she just had this 'so what?' look on her face.  I knew things between the two of them had been a little on the rough side lately, but shouldn't she be a LITTLE more concerned???  "Didn't you hear me?  I said.  Lucy.  Is. Dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And?  AND?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN &lt;i&gt;AND?!&lt;/i&gt;"  Tears started swelling in my eyes and that's when I saw it.  The smirk.  No, that's when I felt it.  That chill that runs up a slayer's spine when there's something demony close by.  And this time it wasn't just demony.  These were definitely vampire tingles and alarms going off at full blast.  Still, I saw it too.  Kennedy's smirk filled her face from ear to ear and my eyes widened in horror when her eyes flashed yellow just for a second and then settled back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking my head, I tried to find a way to rush past her but she was completely blocking my exit to the doorway.  "Kennedy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?  Are you going to cry now?  Get all busted up over little best friend Lucy and your bitch from hell teacher?  Come on, Molly, I thought you were tougher than that now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop the tears from threatening to fall, but I knew for a fact that I was tougher than this.  "Who did it?" I asked.  "You were stronger than any of them, who did it?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That would be spoiling the surprise, wouldn't it?"  A new voice said from behind Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes flashed across the room at the familiar voice and suddenly I watched in horror as Kennedy's body turned to dust in front of my own eyes.  Once the dust cleared, I saw another face I recognized.  Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Molly!" She said happily and twirlled the stake in her hand.  "Sorry about your teacher.  But you never liked her to begin with right?  I think I just did you a favor."  She wandered around the room aimlessly and I looked quickly towards the door to see if I could get the chance to run past her.  "Would you like to play a game?  I really like games."  Lexi moved over towards Lucy's bed and I grimaced at her body just laying there so still.  So &lt;i&gt;dead.&lt;/i&gt;  "I'll even let you have a head start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Lexi sat down on Lucy's bed, I took my chance and sped for the doorway and ran as fast as I could down the hall.  It was dark and I could barely see anything in front of me, but I just kept going.  Finally, my hands hit the handles of the double doors that led into the gym and I looked around quickly to find something to use as a weapon.  What I saw instead, though, made me freeze.  The girls that I'd grown to know, train with, and become friends with were all here.  They were sprawled out on the floor and covered in blood.  They were all dead and it was just me and the vampire who used to be a girl that I considered a friend left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Molly?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, I felt relief wash over me.  Seth was at least alive and not in the tangled mess of girls on the gym floor.  Running over to him, I flung myself in his arms and then immeidately started to try and lead him towards the exit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seth, we have to get out of here.  Lexi,..  she's here.  She killed Kennedy and Lucy and... all of them.  Come &lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt;, we have to get out of here," I said to him urgently but for some reason he was just standing there and not even looking at me.  He was looking past me and when I turned around I saw Lexi standing there with a strange almost satisfied smile on her face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protectively, I stood in front of Seth and stared at her carefully.  "I won't let you kill him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill him?  Why would I kill him?"  Lexi stepped forward slowly, hands easily resting on her hips as she smiled at the two of us.  Seth was still just standing behind me.  Something here wasn't right.  Even more so than I already thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Summer... what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?  Who?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?  Not glad to see me, Cohen?  Your little girlfriend sure thinks I'm some kind of crazy, psycho ex-girlfriend who wants to kill you.  I told her I wanted to play a game and she just ran out on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Summer?" I asked.  I'd heard about her, but I'd never seen her and I didn't really ask questions about her.  Everyone had their pasts and old relationships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer/Lexi sighed and shrugged.  I wasn't really sure what was going on because this was Lexi but Seth was saying Summer.  "I came to see you, Cohen.  Didn't you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." he said way to quickly.  I pulled back to look up at him.  Summer/Lexi had a satisfied smile on her face and I glared hard at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;i&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt; was going on?  See, now I was mad.  This bitch had killed my friends, my best friend, and my teacher.  Now she was trying to come back here and take away my boyfriend.  The boyfriend that I happened to love and I didn't give a rat's ass how she felt about him in the past.  She left and now he was &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;.  Lucy was &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;.  Kennedy was &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; teacher.  They were all &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; friends.  This was &lt;i&gt;MY&lt;/i&gt; school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was right.  I was tougher than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, Summer or Lexi or whatever the hell your name is.  I don't care if you've missed him or he's missed you.  You can't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; him.  Tough cookies now get out of my school."  Matching the bitch look she was now giving me, I placed my hands on my hips and raised a brow.  We stared at each other for a few seconds and then she started laughing.  She was laughing at me and then for some reason Seth snickered next to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you get it?  He's always going to be mine.  He's always going to wish you were me.  You're just a poor substitue for the real deal and now I'm claiming what's mine again.  Oh, and sorry about making a mess along the way.  That was just fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backed away from the two of them and watched as she and Seth were now standing next to each other.  "See, I told you I didn't want to kill him and I don't."  She smiled quickly at me and I knew it was coming before her features shifted and opened her mouth.  "Like I said.  I want to keep him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that I watched as she started inching those gross fangs towards MY boyfriend's neck and I felt something snap inside of me.  Don't touch my things.  Lunging myself forward, I flung my body into hers and we both hit the floor hard.  I didn't even see where Seth landed but right now I didn't care because I was saving his stupid life from his psycho ex-girlfriend.  My eyes caught sight of a stake next to one of the other lifeless girl's bodies and I reached for it only to get tossed across the room but not before my fingers closed around the wood.  Hitting the wall, I quickly popped back up and rushed towards her again.  We fought but finally I had her pinned to the floor and unable to move.  The stake was hled firmly in my right hand and I looked up at Seth, who looked both horrified and robotic at the same time, and then slammed the stake down into Summer/Lexi's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes popped open all of a sudden and I looked around.  I wasn't at the school anymore and I sure as hell wasn't just fighting becuase HELLO I was strapped to a chair.  The weird feeling I'd been having earlier was completely gone by now and I realized that I'd just been dreaming.  Looking next to me, I saw Lucy strapped to the chair she was in.  "Lucy?" My voice was filled with panic and I struggled with the bonds.  Where were Seth and Ryan?  "LUCY!" I yelled loudly this time trying desperately to get her to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from one of the locks, I gritted my teeth and pulled my strength to free myself completey from the chair.  Lucy wasn't dead and I wasn't going to let her die this time.  "Lucy, wake up," I said to her and smacked her a little.  Ugh.  Wake up wake up wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAKE UP RIGHT NOW," I screamed at her as I worked with breaking the locks on her chair.  I had a couple of them but then behind me heard a door open and several men walked inside the room.  And then came that demony, vampire tingle again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.</content>
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    <title>mollydavis @ 2008-03-06T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T04:50:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T04:50:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this works: Pick a band/musician and answer the questions with song titles by the band/musician you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band/Musician: Justin Timberlake (who else?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you live your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh No) What You Got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do others see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexyback :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until The End of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Take a Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Goes Around...</content>
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    <title>molly says this is definitely NOT her playlist okay</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T06:33:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T06:33:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life is a Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends In Low Places by Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Love by Lionel Richie (LMFAO lionel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Pretend by The Bens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playtime/Childhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameful by Winterpills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O'Connor (lmfao hi seth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mightnight Show by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus by Erasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Time by Surface (LMFAO NOT IF SHE CAN HELP IT oh 90s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's OK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet by Rachael Yamagata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt of the Earth by Lovedrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Drug by Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But She Beat My High Score by Say Hi To Your Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Look Into Your Eyes by Firehouse (lmfao god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Flags and Long Nights by She Wants Revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dare You by Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Danger by Ace of Base (WHY DO I HAVE THIS ON MY PLAYLIST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Every Woman by Whitney Houston (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Could Be Mine by Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost By Your Side by Lovedrug</content>
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    <title>February - Battle</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T17:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T07:13:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I was in seventh grade, I had to have my appendix taken out.  Most people can go through their entire lives with the dumb organ still lodged inside their body, but not me.  The thing hurt like a bitch and they said just a few more hours and the thing might have burst.  Who knows what would have happened then, right?  They say a person can die if their appendix actually does burst.  Lucky for me we caught it in time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I'd never stayed overnight at a hospital.  I'd really never even had to go to a hospital since then.  I wasn't always the most careful in doing things but maybe it was the fact I was destined to become a slayer that had me just not as susceptible to getting myself hurt in whatever way.  I never really pictured myself ending up in one again exactly like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the battle, I expected one of two things.  Either I would make it out completely fine, maybe a few bumps or marks along the way, or I would die.  The last thing I was doing was going into it thinking or wanting or expecting to die, but those were the two possibilities.  Ending up in a hospital bed in some flimsy and ugly hospital gown with bandages all over my upper body was definately not how I imaged coming out of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls lost their lives.  I knew that much before I ever hit the pavement and passed out.  I saw them, it ripped me apart from the inside out, but I couldn't let myself focus on them.  That was all apart of surviving, right?  Focus on the kill, on the demon in front of you and that's what keeps you standing straight and unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'd been out or how long I'd been poked and prodded by the doctors.  All I knew when I started waking up was OW.  My eyes hadn't opened yet, but I heard myself groan.  Then I winced from the pain in my throat.  It felt like someone had taken a razor blade to my throat.  Shifting in the bed a little, I heard and felt the bandages on my arms and chest.  Ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinking my eyes open, I squinted and winced again.  My back felt like someone had slammed me back into a telephone pole as hard as they could.  Oh wait.  They did.  Demon bitch.  I blinked a few more times and felt someone next to me.  Were they saying something?  If so, I hadn't really been listening.  "Huh?" I asked and my voice sounded &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; groggy and unattractive right now.  Once I was able to mostly focus on what was going on, I tried to sit up but that was pretty much a lost effort when it suddenly felt like my arms were on fire.  I turned my head to see Lucy looking at me with some kind of look on her face.  "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Open to Lucy then Seth]</content>
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    <title>February - How do you win a war?</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T19:14:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T19:14:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The talk we all had with Faith and Connor back at the gym left me feeling uneasy.  Better, but still so freaking uneasy.  We had a plan to do this and at least there was that, right?  We had a plan and the only thing left to do was to follow through with it.  Yeah, if it were only that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth was staying back at the school to help coordinate things from here.  If something changed or went wrong, we'd contact him and he would get the message out.  I'd been so mad at him for flaking out on me when I thought I needed him, but I guess I had to understand that to a point.  He'd been so hyped about having a superhero for a girlfriend, but the thing about superheroes is that they actually fight the bad guys.  Superheroes die just like the rest of the world.  But he was here now and that's what mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were paired off either with Alec or Connor and my number happened to be with Alec.  I didn't so much care who I was with as long as they knew what they were doing here.  Kennedy, Faith, Buffy and the rest of the big group who were fighting the partners left first and we started to get organized into our groups then began to head out.  There was this queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and I thought I was gonna be sick for a minute or so, but it finally passed when I picked up the huge sword.  Forget stakes, we needed the big time weapons here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find Lucy or Lacey in the sea of people we had, but couldn't.  Things between me and Lucy had been kind of weird lately, but I didn't want to see anything happen to her.  She was my best friend whether she wanted to be or not.  As we were leaving, I spotted Seth and I quickly ran over to him, big sword and all and kissed him soundly on the lips.  I had the radio in my back pocket in case something happened and I had a feeling he'd be listening close to see if I buzzed in with mine.  Pulling back from the kiss, I looked at him seriously.  "I love you," I said, my mouth turning up into a half smile and then took off to catch up with the rest of my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the spot to wait for the army to come, I spotted Lacey in the group and gave her a confident nod.  I knew she was scared and so was I, but there was something about being here and actually getting ready for all this that sent a rush of adrenaline through me that made me ready to kick some demon ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the girls screamed and I looked up to see a huge portal-looking thing in the sky.  Demons started to come out from everywhere and I took my stance and gripped the sword in my hands.  We all charged forward once they started getting past the front and for a second Willow in the middle of our groups caught my eye, but Connor's words echoed in my head and I stayed focused on what was going on.  I had to stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you win a war?  With kickass weapons, a huge army, and lots and lots of superhuman girls with a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword I carried sliced through demon after demon and I was getting more and more charged the harder I fought.  I had cuts and wounds all over me, but they weren't hitting me yet.  I was so lost in the fight that nothing but big demon, scaly demon, horned demon, or slimey demon registered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I saw two demons coming at me at once.  Tensing up, I swung out the sword at the first and watched as it was sent to the ground hard, but before I could regain my stance, the second was coming at me and gripped the blade of my sword in its large, scaly hand.  The next thing I knew, my weapon was gone and I had nothing by my fists to keep me from dying.  And my feet.  Landing a kick to the demon's torso, I gasped when it grabbed my leg and swung me into a post.  My back ached in pain and as I was trying to get back to my feet, I felt claws ripping into my arms and shoulders like ten knives were slicing into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up enough strength, I was able to get one of my arms free and punched the demon in the face only to get a backhand (backclaw?) straight back to mine and pain ripped through my face like fire, blood running down my face.  The demon sliced its claws across my back and front and then tossed me aside into a brick wall with a thud.  I tried to get up enough strength to stand again, but finally gave in and sank down into the pavement and felt my eyes close.</content>
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    <title>yeah yeah</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T04:19:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T04:19:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1 question...&lt;br /&gt;1 chance...&lt;br /&gt;1 honest answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;ooc: well, not really screened since that whole not being able to respond to screened comments irks me, but let's pretend they are all screened, mmkay?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mollydavis @ 2008-01-15T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T16:45:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;form action="http://quizzes.blogquiz.net/fun-quizzes/LiveJournal-Memes/Superhero-Team-Quiz-livejournal-meme-quiz_aWQ9NzU4MA.html" method="post" name="quiz7580"&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizzes.blogquiz.net/fun-quizzes/LiveJournal-Memes/Superhero-Team-Quiz-livejournal-meme-quiz_aWQ9NzU4MA.html" style="color: #FFFFFF; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Superhero Team Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;LiveJournal Username&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;input type="textbox" name="ljusername" value="mollydavis" size="20" maxlength="64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Primary Super Power&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:0"&gt;&lt;option value="0"&gt;Energy Control (ex. Fire, Cold, Electricity, etc)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;High Tech Devices / Armor&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2"&gt;Intangibility&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Kung Fu&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4"&gt;Magic&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="5"&gt;Matter Manipulation/Transmutation&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="6"&gt;Probability Control/ Luck&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="7"&gt;Psionics(Mental Powers)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="8"&gt;Shape shifting&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="9"&gt;Super Human Intellect/Deduction&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="10"&gt;Super Speed&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="11" selected="selected"&gt;Superhuman Physical Ability&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="12"&gt;Tantric Yoga&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="13"&gt;Weather Control&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="14"&gt;Zapping (eye beams, sonic scream, etc)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Cape?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:1"&gt;&lt;option value="0"&gt;Cape&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;Half Cape&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2"&gt;Cape AND Cowl/Hood&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Feather Boa&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4" selected="selected"&gt;NO CAPES!!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Identitiy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:2"&gt;&lt;option value="0"&gt;Public, my real identity is commonly known.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;I have no identity other than my superheroic one.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2" selected="selected"&gt;I keep my real identity hidden from most.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;No one but I knows my real identity.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr 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Experimentation&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="13"&gt;Sheer Inner Badass Nature&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="14"&gt;Toxic Chemical Accident&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="15"&gt;You�re just that wealthy/influential&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Location of Head Quarters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:4"&gt;&lt;option value="0" selected="selected"&gt;�School� For the Gifted&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;Artificial Island&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2"&gt;Crystalline Fortress in the Arctic&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Fashionable Hair Salon&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4"&gt;Floating Citadel&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="5"&gt;Government Facility&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="6"&gt;Hippie Co-Op&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="7"&gt;Moonbase&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="8"&gt;Night 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style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Why are you a Superhero?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:6"&gt;&lt;option value="0"&gt;Bored&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;Commanded/Ordained by the Divine&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2" selected="selected"&gt;Destiny&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Duty&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4"&gt;Flip of the Coin&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="5"&gt;I can get away with beating people up&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="6"&gt;I can get away with wearing this outfit&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="7"&gt;I get sooo much tail being a Superhero&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="8"&gt;I prefer �Vigilante�&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="9"&gt;I�m paid a sh*tload of cash&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="10"&gt;It beats the hell out of Tech Support&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="11"&gt;It�s my fetish&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="12"&gt;It�s my way of defying my dark destiny&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option 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I�m a spy for the badguys!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="18"&gt;With Great Power, comes Great Responsibility&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Superheroic Codename&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;input type="textbox" name="input:7" value="Molly" size="20" maxlength="64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The veteran grim member of the team&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;xseries5494&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The sexist and crass but annoyingly effective one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;chosenpotential&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The bright-eyed novice or sidekick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;sonof_ipswich&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The teammate that will eventually go evil or insan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;liked_the_cold&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The inept yet determined/reoccurring supervillain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;ilikejourney&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The sinister Arch-Villain and team's greatest foe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;darkersideofyou&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The perky civilian that keeps getting kidnapped&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;last_to_believe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;" colspan="2"&gt;How often does your team actually 'save the day'?&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table width="250" height="20" background="http://images.blogquiz.net/percentbar.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" width="54%" height="20"&gt;&lt;table height="10" width="100%" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Fill in your answers and click here!" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #FFFFFF;" align="center"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.blogquiz.net/" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Fun Quiz&lt;/a&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.blogquiz.net/users/uberdude" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;BlogQuiz.Net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://70.84.102.91/x/blogquiz.net-blog/16" border="0" width="1" height="1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Watch cool car videos including &lt;a href="http://www.car-videos.biz/car-videos/bmw-videos/"&gt;BMW Videos&lt;/a&gt; at Car-Videos.Biz&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>mollydavis @ 2008-01-09T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T04:24:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T04:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I couldn't believe that Lucy just up and left, no warning, no nothing.  Did five slayers showing up dead in the gym not mean anything to her?  I wasn't exactly the type to go all slayer on anyone but a vampire, but when she got back to the room I might just do that.  Ugh!  She was so stubborn and stupid sometimes I wanted to shake her.  Not to mention she was with Ryan.  God.  Couldn't he send her back here?  I was gonna have to have a talk with him too apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd told Lucy that I was going to tell Kennedy she was gone and that was something I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; didn't want to have to do.  I mean, I just didn't, and if this had been any other situation or circumstances, I would have obviously covered for her.  But this wasn't just any situation or circumstance!  Oh, and not to mention I had something else to talk to Kennedy about, didn't I?  Sure did.  Something about what secrets should be kept and what ones should LET PEOPLE KNOW THEIR FORMERLY DEAD SISTERS ARE ALIVE.  My god.  What was it with people around here?  I wanted to smack all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had my resolve set and I was gonna go talk to her.  Had to do it sometime and this was as good of a time as any since it's not like &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was going anywhere.  I didn't want to be number six. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the room, I headed towards Kennedy's office intent on telling her what was what.  Yes, I know me telling Kennedy what was what might be funny to some people, maybe even to Kennedy herself, but I didn't really care.  I didn't bother knocking but just opened up the door and looked at her hard from across her desk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to talk to you," I said forcibly and placed my hands on my hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Open to Kennedy]</content>
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    <title>!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T00:42:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T00:48:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">//locked to Lucy AFTER A VERY ANGRY MESSAGE//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?  IF YOU DON'T CALL OR COME BACK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES I'M GOING OUT AFTER YOU. ...Or telling Kennedy. YES. TELLING KENNEDY. //unlocked//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//locked to Seth//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETH. WHERE IS CAPTAIN EMO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//unlocked//</content>
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    <title>January - G. K. Chesterton quote</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T08:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T08:48:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;ooc: set after word about the dead slayers gets around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's a dirty joke when someone first tells her what's happened.  It's ridiculous to believe that five of her friends, sister slayers, winded up dead and put on display in their own building.  When she realizes that it's not some cruel joke, Molly flat out denies it.  No one could take out five of them at one time.  No one could come into their own house and do that.  Slamming the door to her room, she paces back and forth trying to get the picture of the girls out of her head.  Lucy isn't in the room and she considers calling Seth but she doesn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly knew every one of them.  She trained with them, ate with them, partied with them, and she &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; one of them.  The thought of someone doing something so disgusting to any of them made her sick.  The idea that it could have been her on that gym floor wouldn't go away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, she thought she had been ready.  Slaying vampires and sparing with them had been enough training.  What Molly didn't realize was that you're never ready.  The hurt hits no matter if it's expected or not.  She can't get control of the ache in her chest and the fact that's she's terrified of walking out of her own room isn't going away.  It's the first time since learning about who she really was that Molly is truly afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're supposed to be fighting a war.  Slayers aren't built like normal girls.  They're stronger, faster, and better than all the others.  Built to knock the bad guys down before they can catch their breaths, not the other way around.  They were the heroes in the story.  Superheroes.  It's what Molly has always called herself because it makes her feel that much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she stops pacing and crumbles down to her knees on the floor.  Kennedy tried to prepare them for what was coming.  Molly never understood that before now.  She's finally understanding what Kennedy has been trying to pound into their heads all along.  You can never be over prepared.  The monsters are out there and it's their job as slayers, as heroes, to kill every last one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly isn't ready yet, but she's determined that one day she will be.</content>
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    <title>hi!</title>
    <published>2007-12-28T06:51:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-28T06:52:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PART ONE: TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Date: December 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Your Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWO: YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Full Name: Molly Christine Davis&lt;br /&gt;Your Initials: MCD&lt;br /&gt;What People Call You: Molly&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: Umm... O negative I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART THREE: FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother's Name: Mary&lt;br /&gt;What You Call Her: Mom&lt;br /&gt;What She Calls You: Molly&lt;br /&gt;Your Father's Name: Charles&lt;br /&gt;What You Call Him: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;What He Calls You: Molly&lt;br /&gt;Your Brothers and Sisters: Kaitlyn and Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;The Family Member You Are Closest To: My sister, Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART FOUR: FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... where did part four go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART FIVE: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Significant Other: Seth Cohen!&lt;br /&gt;You Call Him: Seth&lt;br /&gt;He Calls You: Molly&lt;br /&gt;How Long You Have Been Together: A few months&lt;br /&gt;Do You Love Him?: I think so, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Does He Love You?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Can You Picture Growing Old With Him?: I can.  Seth is gonna be an adorable old person, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Can You Picture Your Children?: I haven't thought that far actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART SIX: MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Job: Does being a slayer count?&lt;br /&gt;What You Want Your Job to Be: I'm good where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Do You Make Enough Money?: Staking vampires doesn't exactly bring in the cash.  It should though.  Fledglings = $15. Harder vamps = $30.  Big, nasty, slime demons = $50!&lt;br /&gt;If You Were Given a Million Dollars to Spend On Something Frivolous What Would It Be?: Shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;If You Were Given a Million Dollars to Spend On Something Important What Would It Be?: ... Shopping?  And, okay, maybe a car so I don't have to keep using Seth's.&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Keep In Your Safe?: Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART SEVEN: MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your First Kiss&lt;br /&gt;When: When I was eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Where: New York&lt;br /&gt;With Whom: William Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Time You Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;When: When I was eleven!!&lt;br /&gt;Where: New York&lt;br /&gt;With Whom: William!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Time You Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;When: 2007 &lt;br /&gt;Where: Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;With Whom: Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Person Who Was Exceptionally Kind To You: Mr. and Mrs. Cohen!! Oh my god, they are so awesome!  I don't know what I was so nervous about.  Kirsten is amazing and Sandy is so funny. They're great.&lt;br /&gt;A Person Who Made You Miserable For a Long Time: Kennedy.  Though, okay fine.  She's better now.&lt;br /&gt;Someone You Wish You Had Never Met: Vampire Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;A Smell That Reminds You of Your Childhood: Snow&lt;br /&gt;An Object You Still Own or Remember Vividly From Your Childhood: I have an old stuffed rabbit I take with me to every city I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART EIGHT: FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best of 2007&lt;br /&gt;Book: The Watchers' Diaries are actually kind of interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Georgia Rule&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: I don't watch much TV, but omg The Hills!&lt;br /&gt;Album: FutureSex/LoveSounds by Justin Timberlake and okay all the Death Cab and stuff isn't THAT bad... in light doses.&lt;br /&gt;Song: Way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART NINE: IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Ask God One Question: Can't you just make all evil vampires stake themselves?  That would solve lots of problems.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Magically Change One Thing About Your Physical Appearance: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Erase One Memory: Little things, but nothing huge really.&lt;br /&gt;If You Were In Prison You Would Spend Your Time: On the phone with my daddy to get me out!!&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Change One Law: I'm pretty sure eating people is already illegal, so I've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Choose the Age of Your Death: Old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Bring One Person Back From the Dead: Kennedy's girlfriend and other slayers. Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Start All Over: I'd want to end up here.  Really, I'm not disappointed with much at the moment.  I'm sure it could change easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TEN: BY THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007&lt;br /&gt;How Many Parties Did You Attend?: Several? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Cities Did You Live In?: Two.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Boyfriends and Girlfriends Did You Have?: One.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Lies Did You Tell?: Probably a few. I don't keep a count in my lie journal.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Jobs Did You Hold?: None if slaying doesn't count but it SO should.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Sexual Partners Did You Have?: Ummm. One.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Movies Did You See?: Don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Parties Did You Host?: One. Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART ELEVEN: HERE AND NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the best word to describe&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Love Life: Great.&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Relationship: Great.&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Work Situation: Slaying!&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Philosophy: Uhh..&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Mood: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Important Goal Right Now: I don't like these kinds of questions.&lt;br /&gt;Your Biggest Obstacle Right Now: Vampires with souls. Yes, I know they're real and wear big coats.  And, yes, I know they also date slayers.&lt;br /&gt;Something You Learned This Week: What Seth looked like as a baby!  Told you I loved his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Something You Need to Learn Now: I'm sure Kennedy will think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWELVE: RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your New Year's Resolution(s):&lt;br /&gt;1. Kill more vampires.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not telling because then I'll suck at keeping it.</content>
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    <title>meme</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T03:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T03:04:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STORY OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is: Molly Christine Davis.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous: I talk too much, though I don't get nervous very much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year:  Hopefully getting packed to spend Christmas back home in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night: Hung out with Seth at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1: YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you a planned baby? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Were you the first? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2: RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kicked out of a bar? No!&lt;br /&gt;Ever been arrested? No and I don't plan on it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3: THE OUTDOORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? Outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like walking in the rain? Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like thunderstorms? Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 4: FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian? Sometimes I think I probably could be, but then again I don't think I'd be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you absolutely could eat forever? Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS AND LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? Not totally and completely, but I can easily see myself getting there.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship now? Yes, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 6: RANDOM QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? On my desk beside the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?  Seth Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Brown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your best friend’s hair? Darker brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheesecake? SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That Cheesecake question? Makes me want some Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Another. Freaking. Snowstorm. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite drink? Currently, a peppermint mocha from Starbucks.  I love the seasonal drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Car you want? One of those new Camaros.  Shiny and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in: My dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You wish you were? Here is fine until Seth comes to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fears? I think every slayer has some of the same fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your hopes? Plenty.  Some to do with slaying, some perosnal, some a long ways off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who are/were you hanging out with tonight? Seth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you want to hang out with? Seth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. So why not call someone and hang out? ... Seth is coming here, so stop it with the same questions already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items: Jewelry and a bronzed stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you grow up? New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What did you like best about growing up there? EVERYTHING!  Best city in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? An amazing brown top that I just got the other day and a jean skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tattoos? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ketchup? Good on fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? It's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? Happy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing? My parents and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now? How many more questions does this thing have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car/truck is? I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color is your car/truck? I don't have one but if I did, I'd want it to be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? Kind of crazy, but good. I went to Greece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your winter? HOT! Minus that snow thing out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color(s)? Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? Not that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. High school? New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last text? To my sister this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last received call? Seth called to say when he'd be coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last outgoing call? To Lucy asking if she and Ryan wanted to do something, but I left a message.  Answer your phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Last person you told you loved them? My parents last time I talked to them on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Last person who told you they love you? Same thing.</content>
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    <title>December - Magic</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T06:37:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T06:37:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now that Thanksgiving is over and Santa paraded himself down Broadway that means it's only a month until Christmas.  Christmas is, well, amazing but this year I'm expanding my horizons and opening myself up to other holiday opprotunities.  Chrismukkah is an entirely new concept to this Christmas only girl of seventeen years.  However, I plan to experience the magic of Chrismukkah personally since Seth is the one who keeps telling me how it's the best thing in the Judeo-Christian world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I've always loved Christmas, I know it's going to be hard now that I'm across country and all the way in Los Angeles.  Part of me wants to just run back to New York for a couple days or week for the holidays, but I sort of want to spend the time here too.  I miss my parents and my sisters, but a Christmas here doesn't sound half bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there is one thing come the end of the month I'm going to miss more than even if I didn't go home for Christmas and that's New Year's Eve.  I mean, come on.  I'm from New York.  I've gone to see the big ball drop tons of times and it's not nearly the same watching it three thousand miles away on a television screen.  I guess I got spoiled growing up in the city and having all the excitement around ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismukkah magic in Los Angeles it is for me though.  I honestly think it's adorable how excited Seth gets over the idea and it's still almost a month away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of things, and without caring about the fact I'm not Jewish, I might just have to get a mini Menorah to go up next to the mini Christmas tree in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and something else that I LOVE about this time of year?  Christmas albums!</content>
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    <published>2007-11-21T21:37:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-22T00:51:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In September &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ilikejourney' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ilikejourney.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ilikejourney.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ilikejourney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I robbed a bank &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-50 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In June I gave &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xseries5494' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xseries5494.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://xseries5494.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xseries5494&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a life-saving blood transfusion &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(50 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Tuesday I broke &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='imthefunnyone' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://imthefunnyone.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://imthefunnyone.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;imthefunnyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s X-Box &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-12 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In October I caught a purse-snatcher who stole &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='osborn_heiress' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://osborn-heiress.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://osborn-heiress.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;osborn_heiress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s purse &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(30 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In July I saved a busload of nuns in Angola &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(326 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(344 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a new bike&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;mollydavis&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9568335518"&gt;COUGH&lt;/a&gt;  Lucy, I think Ryan looks better in that outfit than you do.  And is a better dancer.</content>
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    <title>mollydavis @ 2007-11-16T23:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T04:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T04:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_gemini_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;ooc: lmfao sorry for the spamming with a single meme but it has been cracking me up for every muse I do it for. &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mollydavis @ 2007-11-09T23:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-10T04:12:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T04:12:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. What was the highlight of your day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Torturing Lucy with more of her &lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt; music.  It's sooo bangin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whose car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;Seth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When is the next time you are going to kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Long, but not too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.  It came from Japan.  Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A slushie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;As happy goes, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;You mean sing?  Well.  THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS COME FROM EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;On the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last museum you went to?&lt;br /&gt;Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  When Lucy did that TERRIBLE impression of me at Halloween.  I mean, seriously.  I could do a MUCH better impression of you.  Stand with my mouth shut and put on emo background msuic.  EASY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who/what do you hate/dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like vampires crashing MY parties.  Yes, that includes drunk ones too, SPIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;An iced raspberry mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the best smell?&lt;br /&gt;Vampire dust actually smells kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is always there when you need someone to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;My stuffed animal that I have had since I was three.  She's a bunny and her name is Bunny. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Seth's Japan movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Seth? Lucy?  What's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;June 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where was the last place you went shopping?&lt;br /&gt;The mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any expensive jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but most of it is back in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. AIM or MSN?&lt;br /&gt;AIM.  MSN is WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Two sisters.  I kinda miss them a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Ew class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;Beer is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Myspace or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Myspace, but I haven't used it in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is/was your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What type of boy/girl do you usually fall for?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Well, considering the current boy, I guess my type varies a lot.  But that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;I can kick you ass with my pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever been in a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ever met someone famous?&lt;br /&gt;All the time back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it doesn't matter that much to me.  That's more my sister's deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you multitasking right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to music, annoying Lucy with it, and doing this.  So, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Could you handle being in the military?&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to being just a slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your average cell phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see my bill, but I imagine it's not that low all things considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Been to Las Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out cause hey, it's the weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I grew up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever been to Disney Land/World?&lt;br /&gt;Disney World a couple times when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;Pinky from Pinky and the Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Last thing you cooked?&lt;br /&gt;I microwaved a pizza for lunch.  Stoves aren't included in slayer dorm rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Stupidest thing you've ever done with your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Leave it at Seth's only to pick it up the next day with a Death Cab ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Random fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a Kenny Chesney concert.  Yes, I know.  Shut up.</content>
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    <title>trick or treat</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T22:16:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T22:16:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px black solid; width: 90%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corknut.org/toys/trickortreat/"&gt;My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px black dotted"&gt;mollydavis goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as badass mafia chick.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/chosenpotential/"&gt;chosenpotential&lt;/a&gt; gives you 12 yellow blueberry-flavoured nuggets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/darkersideofyou/"&gt;darkersideofyou&lt;/a&gt; gives you 6 yellow blueberry-flavoured nuggets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ilikejourney/"&gt;ilikejourney&lt;/a&gt; gives you 18 red cherry-flavoured gumdrops.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/imthefunnyone/"&gt;imthefunnyone&lt;/a&gt; gives you 19 orange pineapple-flavoured pieces of taffy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/iwasfading/"&gt;iwasfading&lt;/a&gt; tricks you! You lose 17 pieces of candy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/last_to_believe/"&gt;last_to_believe&lt;/a&gt; gives you 3 light orange peach-flavoured wafers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/liliana_baker/"&gt;liliana_baker&lt;/a&gt; gives you 16 light yellow peach-flavoured pieces of taffy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/neverbeenfree/"&gt;neverbeenfree&lt;/a&gt; gives you 11 red strawberry-flavoured pieces of taffy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/not_a_prophecy/"&gt;not_a_prophecy&lt;/a&gt; tricks you! You get a rock.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ny_city_boy/"&gt;ny_city_boy&lt;/a&gt; gives you 13 tan cola-flavoured pieces of taffy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px black dotted"&gt;mollydavis ends up with 81 pieces of candy, and a rock.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.corknut.org/toys/trickortreat/index.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center"&gt;Go trick-or-treating! Username: &lt;input type="text" name="username" size="10"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Let&amp;#39;s Go!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center"&gt;Another fun meme brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rfreebern/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rfreebern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>November - what was your first day of school like? (party thread)</title>
    <published>2007-10-29T00:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-29T00:44:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I first got to the Slayer school, I wasn't too sure about this place.  I mean, it was a bunch of girls kicking ass and fighting evil that I didn't really want to be a part of at &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;. I was just fine back in my own little world living my life with the best of them.  Who wants to put their life in danger on a daily basis to kill vampires?  It was just.. weird.  But then I got here and fiound that the girls here weren't all exactly like... well, Kennedy or even Faith.  They had lives outside of slaying.  Of course there was my roommate, Lucy.  Lucy who didn't know if yet but would be so very glad we got put together because, as she's already mentioned, I'm the best roommate ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure about the place at first, but now I'm not wanting to go back to New York like I was at first.  I'd like to go during the holidays and visit my family, but I like my life here now.  I actually know that what I'm doing and learning is where I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I'm here with a bunch of broody superheroes, that doesn't mean I can't make my own fun and throw a party right?  Especially since Kennedy even gave us the okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth was all for the Halloween party and eventually I got Lucy to agree.  She seemed kinda too excited about it after a while, but maybe she's actually getting into this holiday spirit stuff.  Ryan was even coming.. and dressing up according to Seth and Lucy though Seth didn't know what he was coming as and Lucy wouldn't say.  I went with a classic &lt;a href="http://www.buycostumes.com/Category/126/4294967191/19/45/Product/20566/ProductDetail.aspx"&gt;mafia girl&lt;/a&gt; costume because hey, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to get the place ready because if there was ever a place to have a Halloween party, it's at a school where you train to kill vampires.  I mean, we put away all the weapons and dangerous stuff, but still.  It wasn't hard to decorate and the food was ready and out plenty of time before people were supposed to get there.  Seth and Lucy were bringing Ryan so I just kept myself busy with a couple of the other girls who lived at the school and made sure everything was set before the party got started.  Music on, decorations set, food tasty.  It was time to get this party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;ooc: Here be the party thread for the Halloween party at the slayer school.  Anyone is welcome ... even if they want to cause trouble. Ahem.  All hail bendy time.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>PARTY!</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T23:51:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T23:51:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, listen up.  Kennedy is letting us have a Halloween party at the school.  &lt;strike&gt;I swear that somewhere, pigs are flying.&lt;/strike&gt;  Everyone's invited!  Yes, that's everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, I'm not taking no for an answer.  If you don't come I'll make you feel TERRIBLE about it for a LONG time.  You knoooow you wanna come.  And Seth it's your job to get Ryan there.. and dressed in a costume. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you're coming!</content>
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    <title>October - trick or treat</title>
    <published>2007-09-30T14:22:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-30T14:22:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so maybe I'm overshooting here just a little.  Given the company I keep (for the most part) I can see this idea getting shot down before I get the words out of my mouth.  But since when has that ever stopped me from saying what's on my mind?  Nope, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting towards the end of the year and what does that mean?  Besides the snow that I WON'T be able to see now that I'm in LA.  Holidays!  Los Angeles is going to be pretty dull compared to how everything goes on the east coast what with the huge Christmas trees, Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, the bi gapple dropping at midnight, and again I say SNOW.  Anyway.  Before all of that and possibly one of the lesser celebrated holidays is Halloween.  The one day of the year that the little kiddies dress up and go around asking for candy from strangers and it's OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay fine.  I'm a little old to be dressing up and going house to house asking strangers for candy.  But we should all do something, right?  Maybe not an all out party ... even though that sounds like a great idea ... but something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If left up to me, we'd be having a party.  Full of costumes and dancing and ghostly noises in the background and a bowl full of candy corn.  It's the one night of the year we officially have off slayer-wise, so we should make the most of it right?  Right.  So, no arguments.</content>
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    <title>mollydavis @ 2007-09-21T19:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T23:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T23:21:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="qgquiz" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" border="0" width="400" style="background: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/recipe_card.jpg); border: 2px solid black; background-repeat: no-repeat;"&gt;
&lt;tr valign="top" height="206"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: serif; padding: 15px; "&gt;Molly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- 1/4 cup of promiscuity&lt;br&gt;- a teaspoon of cuteness&lt;br&gt;- 1 1/2 cups of trustworthiness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Serve hot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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    <title>could be fun</title>
    <published>2007-09-10T22:25:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-10T22:25:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have I got any secret admirers out there? Leave me some anon loving. Keep it anon, though - the mystery's all the better. Wouldn't be a secret admirer, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, something about me you like, something about me that turns you on, something about me that you just wanna get your hands on. How much you want to do me, or how much you want to date me, or how much you want to... you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep it anonymous.</content>
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    <title>September - Trust</title>
    <published>2007-09-09T22:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-09T22:54:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's this destiny thing that I have.  It's weird and scary and pretty much makes me look like a freak nintey-nine percent of them time.  A super-powered freak who kicks demon ass, but a freak nonetheless.  I've never been socially inadequate (we'll leave that to Lucy) but this little destny makes it hard to keep close friends.  I got lucky with Lucy since she's a freak just like I am.  We can be freaks and kickass chicks together.  Outside of the freak world?  It's a little hard before that "what do you mean you have a vampire for a teacher" question comes up in converation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell Seth about who and what I was, but Lucy was all about keeping the whole Slayer thing a secret.  Which, okay, I did see her point but I was tired of making excuses and avoiding Seth's questions. And let me tell you that he asks a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, to my surprise, Seth and Ryan decided to take a look of their own at Escuela de la Slayer.  Which, well, I wasn't entirely upset about.  I personally still think that my idea of putting them in mortal danger by way of school vampire and then coming to their rescue would have been a much better plan but at least they know now.  No more secrets or really bad lies.  No more "that's just marinara sauce on my shirt, Seth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted me to show him exactly what I was and what I was capable of.  What else was I supposed to do?  Say no and hoped he understood? He had Spike threatening to slice him into itty bitty pieces and just found out I was a demon killer as a profession.  So what was I doing tonight?  Tonight I was taking Seth Cohen, Jewish-comic-loving boy from the OC, patrolling.  For vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't lie and say I wasn't a little nervous about taking him.  Not because I was worried about getting him hurt because hey I kicked ass.  Of course, I didn't tell Lucy and told Seth not to tell Ryan because he would tell Lucy and Lucy would absolutely hate the idea. Seth is just a normal guy and he can't handle it like you think he can and will run away screaming you're a freak at the top of his lungs.  Maybe he would, but I guess I had to trust Seth enough to handle it just like he was trying to trust me and take the Slayer thing seriously and not freak out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a couple stakes in my pockets, I stepped up to Seth's door and knocked a couple times.  Here goes nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Open to Seth]</content>
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    <title>SPIKE</title>
    <published>2007-09-08T00:04:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-08T00:04:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would appreciate it if you would NOT THREATEN TO EAT MY BOYFRIEND.</content>
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    <title>stolen, not mine, etcetc</title>
    <published>2007-09-07T22:25:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-07T22:25:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;You are 0% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/users/156/664/1566642811609810544/mt1114812131.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are the Hippie!  Characterized by a strong sense of extroversion, irrationality, gentleness, humility, and a faint scent of marijuana, you no doubt frolic through fields preaching peace and free love!  Immediately following that, you then frolic to the hospital with herpes!  You are probably either very spiritual or needlessly paranoid about "the man", like most hippies, as a result of your focus on intuition and feelings over cold, brutal logic.  You probably enjoy poetry, especially beatnik ultra-liberal crap about how horrible fascism is, even though your suburbanized, sheltered idea of "fascism" is having to pay two dollars per gallon at the gas pump.  You are also very, very social.  And like any hippie who would have no qualms about hitchiking across the country just to meet some interesting people, you also love to interact with others, even complete strangers.  Though I highly doubt they love to interact with you!  Because we know most any hippie is peace-loving and humble, it stands to reason that you, as well, are terribly gentle and humble, almost to the point of revulsion.  Your carefree attitude of peace and harmony is probably very, very sickening to realists or cynics or anyone who isn't a hippie, to tell the truth.  In short, your personality is defective because you are overly emotional, extroverted, gentle, and humble--thus making you an annoying hippie.  Now go do your drugs and have sex with filthy bearded men in tye dye shirts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  You are more INTUITIVE than rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  You are more GENTLE than brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Robot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way.  For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.  Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to take my &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=13372526327873131397"&gt;Sublime Philosophical Crap Test&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested in taking a slightly more &lt;i&gt;intellectual&lt;/i&gt; test that has just as many insane ramblings as this one does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Saint_Gasoline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes.  I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order.  I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer.  If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at &lt;a href="http://www.saintgasoline.com"&gt;SaintGasoline.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/4741219933576750506/Personality-Defect"&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=saint_gasoline"&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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