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  <title>My Slice of Internet</title>
  <subtitle>however boring it may be</subtitle>
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    <name>Joella</name>
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  <updated>2007-12-13T17:48:34Z</updated>
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    <title>drumroll for the first entry in a year please...</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T17:48:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-13T17:48:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;222222222222222222228!!!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...that's all there is.  i guess there's nobody to respond to me so i'll answer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;1111111111111111119!!!&lt;/h1&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:9516</id>
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    <title>UPDATE</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T19:18:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T19:18:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nope, i lied.  he was teaching us WHAT A DESKTOP WAS.  he said we'll learn how to create a new folder on the desktop on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would test out, but i needed a bird course.  this semester is gonna kick my ass.  i'm lookin at people's facebooks and their taking four classes.  i take FIVE CLASSES IN ONE DAY.  one of them being a 3 hour chem lab.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:9284</id>
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    <title>joehella @ 2007-01-19T08:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T14:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T14:38:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you guys would cry if you were in this class right now.  this dude is tryna tell me how to create a folder on your desktop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;WOW...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:9208</id>
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    <title>coming home!</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T14:44:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T14:44:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SWEET HOME ST. LOUIS...that doesn't fit the tune.  umm...&lt;i&gt;SWEET HOME SIZZAINT LOUIS.  &lt;u&gt;INSERT GUITAR RIFF HERE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!! i'm coming home tonight.  actually, i could've came home last night cuz i'm skipping a bunch of classes today.  oh well.  now it's time to pack.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:8740</id>
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    <title>you know what's stupid?</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T02:14:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-28T02:16:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">POP MIDTERMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, didn't know that those existed.  sweet...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:8618</id>
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    <title>P.S.</title>
    <published>2006-09-27T03:37:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-27T03:37:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it sounds like they're playing the world's most intense game of go fish or something.  he sounds more ecstatic than the girl who's winning on deal or no deal.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:8250</id>
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    <title>VISITATION</title>
    <published>2006-09-27T03:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-27T03:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so....visitation started round here yesterday.  and i'm already tired of it.  as i'm typing, our suitemates "boyfriend" feels like it would be a good time to play little drummer boy on our kitchen table in the oh-so-soundproof common area.  i love how it echos throughout our entire room.  i can feel it underneath my chair.  goodness, i can hear the condoms breaking and the STDs getting passed already.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:8136</id>
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    <title>finally</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T17:25:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T17:28:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am so relieved that it's the weekend.  i've been studying my butt off for all of my tests, and i'm glad to be done [for now].  this past week i had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- food science pop quiz&lt;br /&gt;- trig test&lt;br /&gt;- chem test&lt;br /&gt;- world history test&lt;br /&gt;- food science test&lt;br /&gt;- trig quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you all could handle that, but that was alot of work for me people.  study groups were poppin this week.  i was at the library almost alot this week.  for 6 hours on one day.  not to mention all the people that i promised i'd help in trig/chem.  maybe i'm too nice.  all this is papers, projects, and general homework aside.  i'm feeling pretty relieved right now.  yay for joella being spent!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:7795</id>
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    <title>joehella @ 2006-09-11T00:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T05:11:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T05:11:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and don't see "Pulse" because it sucks monkey balls</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:7509</id>
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    <title>PROCRASTINATION</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T05:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T05:10:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is KILLING me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:7213</id>
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    <title>grrr as well, gus</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T04:54:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T04:54:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PEOPLE ARE REALLY STARTIN TO PISS ME OFF WITH THIS PULLIN THE FIRE ALARM BUSINESS.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:7162</id>
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    <title>joehella @ 2006-08-26T13:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-26T18:09:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-26T18:09:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I finally got my schedule straightened out and I love it.  They had me declared as a Food Science and Technology major [which is correct] but I was taking classes arranged for Fashion majors.  Plus, I had this REALLY boring biology teacher.  "Umm" and "Uhh" were his choice phrases/words.  He gestured alot with his hands and would always look at the floor.  Not good qualities in a lecture teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm Intro to Food Science, Foods for Life, World History, Trigonometry, Chemistry, and Survival Skills [for freshman; not to improve the outdoorswoman in me].  There's quite a bit of reading, but I find the classes far more interesting.  Especially Intro to Food Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Kelly and I went to go see The Descent last night.  First of all, it took us like an hour and a half to find this place thanks to faulty directions.  Then, we sat in the theater parking lot and waited until the movie started.  There was a baseball game right behind the theater and I guess they won because they set off fireworks.  The alarms of the cars to to the left and right of mine started going off.  If that didn't make us look guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie.  I really think I would've been more scared if everybody in the theater wasn't talking the whole time.  Granted, some of their comments WERE funny, but still ["What's with all them bones down there?  It's like they got KFC or something! lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt about the movie was about how I felt about Signs.  The anticipation of seeing the creature was prolly the worst thing.  The good thing is, the movies only cost us $5.  Well, I'm off to check on my laundry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:6897</id>
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    <title>I FORGOT THE BEST PART</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T04:21:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T04:21:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh!  And I found $30 today!  Coming down "The Hill".  Maybe it was my reward.  I felt accomplished and like I didn't waste my ENTIRE time.  Normally I'd turn in that kind of cash, but there was no wallet and I found it in the grass on the side of the road.  Yeah...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joehella:6652</id>
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    <title>40 minutes late</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T04:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T04:19:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was pretty long.  It started out by me waiting for the buses to take me to the NASA Space &amp; Rocket Center.  I prolly spent more time waiting/riding the bus than actually at the center.  They gave us one hour.  I mean, I don't know how much more stuff I coulda seen though.  I got Dennis some dog tags from there, cuz I knew that he would love being there.  I got them with his name on em and everythig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely 40 minutes late to class...but it's okay cuz it's college!  I took an hour long nap and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back and I go to class and we do the "Getting to know you" kinda deal.  Then, the professor assigns ANOTHER assignment [The night before I was supposed to read the first three chapters of this textbook and write a response to an essay question that was distributed.].  You know what's stupid?  I'm already behind because they sold out of the books at the store.  You'd think that if the book was required, they would just put it into the cost of the orientation and give it to you, but no.  And out of the 50 people in my group, only 4 people had the book.  So, I'm down here for 4 days and they're already forcing me to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all got our schedules and I realized that I'm not taking the mandatory orientation class.  Basically, if I don't take that class, there's no point in going to the university.  And I it said I was taking classes that I already took in high school for college credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked where I could go to clear things up, and they said to Buchanan Hall up the Hill.  This "Hill" was no joke.  I swear it seemed like I was climbing Everest for a second.  It didn't help that It was like 95 here today.  Then, I get there and they tell me that they're not seeing anymore students today.  I'm like, "I just came from East Jesus and you not even open."  So I gotta go back tommorow and I hope they can fix all this crap.  That's all for now.</content>
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    <title>joehella @ 2006-08-13T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T00:11:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T00:11:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So when are you guys coming down to visit me?  Cuz I'm gonna need people to come down here every two weeks...save your pennies.  Especially you, Gus.</content>
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    <title>Alabama</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T00:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T00:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm finally down in Alabama.  I'm psyched cuz I finally can experience high speed internet [and i spelled psyched correctly], but I'm wondering how my mom is.  You should've seen her.  She was bawling.  I can't forget that look on her face.  that's it for right now i guess, i'll fill in more later.  i just wanted a quick entry.</content>
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    <title>Oh crap</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T18:12:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T18:12:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just looked up the prices for roundtrips from Alabama for Labor Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$262.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...unless I start crapping out money, I don't think I'm gonna make it home.</content>
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    <title>Not quite Hollywood, but close</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T18:09:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T18:09:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I was at the drive-thru at Red Burrito aka Carl's Jr. aka Hardee's getting a taco salad when the woman looked at me funny.  I reached for my money and gave it to her and she looked at me and said, "You were in that play Grease, weren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my affirmation, the woman smiled and said, "You did a really good job.  It was an excellent musical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to thank her for the praise.  No point to this post.  It just made me feel good.</content>
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    <title>TV!</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T00:24:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T00:24:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today didn't exactly go as planned.  I didn't do anything.  I was supposed to get some packing out of the way and complete these two 80 question online tests...but I didn't.  Instead, I've been watching tv.  I knew that this DVR would spoil me.  I mean, it's LIVE TV PEOPLE!  And you can pause it!  Normally television isn't this amazing to me, but I gots to make the most of it.  I can't believe my parents waited until I had ONE WEEK for them to get DishNetwork.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask my parents about Wednesday, but I can never seem to get my dad to listen.  He's pretty busy.  I know he'll understand more than my mom that this Wednesday is important to me.  By the way, if you're reading this, feel free to go to Red Robin on Wednesday around 8:30, you don't have to, but it's sort of my going away deal.  Me and some friends from church are going there and it's probably the last time I'll see you guys until my fall break [Mid-October] because I don't think I'm coming home for Labor Day.  Flying isn't cheap.  Anyways, I hope my mom says yes, but if not, I'll have to argue my way, cuz I can't miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, off to [attempt to] pack.</content>
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    <title>joehella @ 2006-08-07T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T00:22:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T00:22:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today didn't exactly go as planned.  I didn't do anything.  I was supposed to get some packing out of the way and complete these two 80 question online tests...but I didn't.  Instead, I've been watching tv.  I knew that this DVR would spoil me.  I mean, it's LIVE TV PEOPLE!  And you can pause it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask my parents about Wednesday, but I can never seem to get my dad to listen.  He's pretty busy.  I know he'll understand more than my mom that this Wednesday is important to me.  By the way, if you're reading this, feel free to go to Red Robin on Wednesday around 8:30, you don't have to, but it's sort of my going away deal.  Me and some friends from church are going there and it's probably the last time I'll see you guys until my fall break [Mid-October] because I don't think I'm coming home for Labor Day.  Flying isn't cheap.  Anyways, I hope my mom says yes, but if not, I'll have to argue my way, cuz I can't miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, off to [attempt to] pack.</content>
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    <title>Les Miserables</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T05:32:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T05:32:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me, Gus, Angelo, Dennis, Jolina, and Aunt Julie went to the Fox to see the farewell performance tonight.  You wouldn't believe how many FZS Alumni/students I saw there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Les Miserables made me miss being on stage.  I'm talking like I'm a seasoned vet or something.  &lt;u&gt;I know I'm not&lt;/u&gt;.  But when everybody was applauding the actors at the end, it made me think of the rush you get and the cheers for Grease from everybody that you knew [or didn't know].  I just liked the feeling, that's all.  Unless you've tried it, you'd never understand.  It's like mary jane...or something like that.  It also made me want to practice my violin.  Whoa.  We played a Les Miz medley for our last concert, so I was reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For future reference:  If you are going to invite somebody to come to a concert or musical, make sure that you have tickets.  Just to avoid all the confusion and babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, I'm workin on three hours of sleep, so I'm gonna hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;G'night</content>
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    <title>scurry dream or pointless entry?</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T04:22:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T04:39:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I decided to fill you guys in on a dream that I had before I forget.  While I cannot remember alot of it, I remember the jist/gyst/[or however the hell you spell it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went on a vacation with my family and gus's family.  Instead of going to Mexico which is where we really went, we ventured to a cartoon-type town.  It was always nighttime and all the buildings sort of tilted the way they do in cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently me and my brother Angelo were going on a plane ride.  This was a plane that flew very close to the ground and fit two people.  Well, we got REALLY close to the ground and somebody got caught in the propeller.  It was some cartoon wolf.  I think it was the one from that old Paula Abdul music video.  So, we landed and were afraid that we would get caught so &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; we managed to auto-pilot the body and the airplane into a building and it blew up.  All up in flames.  Me and angelo watched the plane as it did and swore never to speak of it.  I know.  Pretty "I Know What You Did Last Summer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our suite to find that people have been reported missing all day [or night, if you prefer] and that somebody was responsible, but they were not sure who.  Then, the tv pulled one of those America's Most Wanted plugs.  Both of the families started looking around the room thinking of who the criminal was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part was that my mind started doing a montage type of thing.  Newspaper clippings.  TV News.  The crimes in action.  Sort of like when you watch Superman Returns and Superman...well...returns and then the media's in a frenzy.  I just remember ALOT of blood.  Perhaps this is because of my recent viewing of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Which, by the way, was a movie that I hated, yet loved at the same time.  It was a horror flick that was different from any that they show nowadays.  It had kind of an old horror flick feel, with the new appreciation for gore.  It was definitely original.  It also got me pissed off instead of scared--something that has never happened.  Highly recommended no matter what reviews and word-of-mouth has told you; however, be warned that you shouldn't watch it alone and should carry some type of toy weapon that you can feel safe with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then I woke up.  And now you're thinking, "That was a waste of a minute [two of you're a slow reader] of my life!"  Maybe.  Maybe.  But I just wanted to repost it to remember what an acid trip of a dream I had in the summer of '06.</content>
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    <title>Heeeeeyyyyyy Mrs. Potter....TALK TO ME!</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T19:19:28Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So the Goo Goo Dolls/Counting Crows concert on friday was fantastic.  I gotta say tho, i wasn't too familiar with the Counting Crows' music, but was totally feelin it.  I think I was the only one in our group that liked them better than Goo Goo Dolls.  They had a different sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Saturday I went to visit Gus at her new place of work [will remain undisclosed for privacy], and Angelo and I gave her a bag of those Harry Potter Bertie Botts Jelly Beans.  I gotta tell you, that sardine flavor still hasn't left my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these things that make me already miss home.  I'm finally starting to hang out with people i SHOULD'VE been hanging out with all this time [the free concerts help this benefit].  Welp, off to see Click!</content>
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    <title>joehella @ 2006-07-02T20:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T02:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T02:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I haven't posted in awhile, but here's the reader's digest version of my last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation in Mexico was spectacular!!!  Without a doubt the best vacation i'd ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Party &amp; Grad Party was fun with family and friends, with a nice breeze goin on so it felt good[Not to mention the gifts].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz was A-MAZING last night! [of course, i do mean in bed and not in concert.]</content>
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    <title>joehella @ 2006-06-09T13:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T18:41:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I was supposed to go to Red Robin with Tha Crew, but i guess not.  Casey's freshman orientation is taking forever.  I guess i'll get back to Time Crisis III for PS2.  It's a real stress reliever.  Shooting [fake] people.  I should prolly do my college stuff.  I'm such a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see the Omen tonight with my brothers and Jolina.  I don't really wanna see it, but the thought of Dennis seeing a thriller makes me laugh in itself.  He's so funny.  When we watch at their house, he's like gripping a pillow and talking out loud and screaming...ah, i can't wait until he's in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the movie....DAVE AND BUSTERS!!!  I swear, it's a weekly thing now.  It should be fun.</content>
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