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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 04:12:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;i am really insanly bored right now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 11:33:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lalala</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So here we are, back to live journal. just got done revamping my myspace and I&apos;m kind of tied to the computer for no apparent reason. nothing else to do i guess? Oh well. Atleast there&apos;s a place where I can randomly write whatever i want to and people read it for no reason and sometimes they comment back. La la la. Listening to Brand New right now. Good band. all I&apos;ve listened to all night, i think i set WMP to just play Brand New by accident. Oh well. Too lazy or preocupied or something to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what&apos;s up with everyone?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:11:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;QUICK!!! I NEED A COSTUME!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 07:36:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So.....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I lost my voice. (probably had something to do with the Eastlake v. Bothell game last night (we so should have won (stupid refs))). And so I&apos;m like YAY! I have Saturday off! I can just rest! maybe do some homework or something. Carve pumpkins maybe. But no, i was mistaken. I got a call from Robbie. Help was needed at the store. So like two hours later I&apos;m a Zumiez and trying to talk to my manager. And i mean trying to talk as in I can&apos;t talk. At all, i whispered all day. So basically i spent today working and being made fun of, ALOT, by my co-worker. Isn&apos;t life great. And my truck&apos;s in the shop so i had to teach myself yesterday. Which means that i stalled my mom&apos;s bug about a thousand times yesterday and like 20 times today. I love life. And i want my voice back. ARRRGGGHHHH! (beacause i can&apos;t yell right now!)&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 07:24:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;ARGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe I&apos;ll write a story</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 07:22:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Do you ever feel like there&apos;s this giant event that&apos;s just about to happen and if you make it through this one long, boring uneventful night then your life is going to be awsome? That&apos;s tonight. I have no idea why (new clothes? New amazing shoes?). All I know is that something is going to happen tommarow and for some reason I&apos;ve decided that means that I have to look amazingly wonderful tommarow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,,,&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 07:10:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Homecoming</title>
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  <description>I have a dress, I have the perfect shoes. And yet I don&apos;t have a date. I think there&apos;s something wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:48:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I can&apos;t wait to start running start next semmester. I&apos;ll be at college! I&apos;m so freaking excited. It&apos;s not that I don&apos;t like high school, it&apos;s more that i really really just want to get on with my life. There isn&apos;t enough for me at high school. I want the independence associated with college. I want the freedom to chose whatever classes I want. I want to not be tied to having a first through sixth period schedual without being alowed to leave campus. I can&apos;t freaking wait man.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I&apos;m not really certain of is that I don&apos;t know what my mom thinks of it. All i know right now is that she really wants me to decide everything with her. Not by myself. Which is really starting to annoy me. Seeing as this nis my life I think i should be allowed to decide for myself what I do with mylife. Oh well. I guess I&apos;m still underage and therefore not mature enough. Atleast that&apos;s what the governement and society keep telling me.&lt;br /&gt;I want a tattoo also,=P. I&apos;m watching LA ink at the moment and it makes me really really want a tattoo. Lalala, two more years (more like one and a half) and i can get as many tattoos and piercings as i want.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 09:06:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>long time no update</title>
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  <description>Been a while since I&apos;ve written any updates. No real reason why, except that the internet is starting to bore me. Because I&apos;m special like that. Anyway...... I have a job (not sure wether or not I&apos;ve actually posted anything about it) and I love it. I work at Zumiez. The people are awsome, the pay is pretty sweet, and I don&apos;t have a dress code. I pretty much fold clothes and talk to people. It&apos;s easy and I love talking to random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started, I&apos;ve got an insane schedual, French 3, physics, AP chem, Honor&apos;s English, calc, and AP U.S. History. Yay. So far the homework load hasn&apos;t been too bad and I&apos;ve still been able to maintain a social life but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love life, still. Some cute guys I see alot but not much hope for a relationship with any of them. And I need a homecoming date. Okay, i don&apos;t NEED a homecoming date, but I would really like one. Oh well. That&apos;s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really need to sleep now though. I&apos;ll probably get on here and try to write something that requires some deep thought tommarow but I&apos;m not sure how much work i have to do tommarow....... or if I&apos;ll be able to think.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:48:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So here we go</title>
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  <description>Kyra gets to rant time!!!! YAY!!! Everyone&apos;s favorite time of the uhhhh..... day!!!! (except i don&apos;t post that often!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let&apos;s start out with I have finally let go of a long time crush (and just for an F.Y.I. I&apos;m not going to mention a few names....... cause i don&apos;t want to). Been hanging out a lot with this guy and it&apos;s just not what I tried to make myself think it was. Oh well. He&apos;s still awsome.&lt;br /&gt;And then there&apos;s the ex! Yay! Don&apos;t we all love when ex&apos;s start getting all close again! It&apos;s so much fun! And then factor in friends with benifits in there and calls back and forth really really late at night and making an effort to see each other even though he moved a bit away and what do you get? You get a giant bowl of complicated! It&apos;s delicious!&lt;br /&gt;What else is there... hmmm....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel comfortable in my faith. I&apos;m talking my relationship with God here so feel free to tune me out. I&apos;ve knocked down that last wall, thrown my last stone in the river. There is nothing holding me back from commiting my life to God.&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. Honestly, all I know right now is that I really really want to do something in music. Wether it&apos;s being in a band or producing. But&amp;nbsp;then again I really do want to do something in politics. Journalism or even law. I want to make a difference. I don&apos;t know. I&apos;ve been praying alot about it but I still don&apos;t know what I&apos;m suposed to be doing with my life. I&apos;ve been getting a lot of brochures and things from colleges and my mom keeps trying to tell me what she thinks I should do with my life. She thinks I should be a lawyer. I tried telling her that I wanted to do something in music and I swear she almost grounded me.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another topic. My mom thinks I should only have one tattoo and no more piercings than the two I have in each ear. She actually told me that she wasn&apos;t going to pay for college if I get more than one tattoo. I don&apos;t get her.&lt;br /&gt;And the other day she asked me if I was ever going to listen to music that wasn&apos;t angry. I&apos;d like to point out that I was listening to Thrice at the time. So I grabed a piece of paper and a pen and without saying a word to her I wrote down the lyrics for Of Dust and Nations, the song I was listening to, &quot;so put your faith in more than steel, don&apos;t store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal&quot; and next to it I wrote a bible passage, Mathews 6: 19 &quot;Don&apos;t store your treasures on earth, where moth and dust doth corupt and thieves break in and steal.&quot; and I asked her if that sounded angry. She really didn&apos;t have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&apos;m crazy or maybe I&apos;m just going through that typical teenage rebelion stage but I really really don&apos;t think my mom gets me. Let&apos;s state facts. I&apos;m&amp;nbsp;a good kid. I&apos;m in advanced classes, I play&amp;nbsp;a sport, I go to church every Sunday and I&apos;m straight edge. There&apos;s no reason for my mom to think that I&apos;m not a good kid yet she does. I prove to her time and time again that I&apos;m not listening to angry music (hello, some of my favorite bands are Christian rock bands) that I don&apos;t party, that I can look out for myself and that I am intelligent. She should trust me by now. She should let me be who I am. ARRGGGHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Wow. I really didn&apos;t think this was going to be so much about my dear mother. Oh well.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:11:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tell me</title>
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  <description>Tell the person who posted this the absolute truth of how you feel about them. I mean everything that you think about them. Good or bad. And then if you have the guts, post this in your journal to see what people think of you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 07:23:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>pics from PROJEKT REVOLUTION!!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I love my new phone, it takes the best pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;and then&quot;&gt;Day started out with general goofing around... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some Mindless Self Indulgence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image5.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image6.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus a bit of HIM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image8.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image9.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some My Chemical Romance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image10.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image42.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t44/madhotbassgrl/image43.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; 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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 00:24:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Should have posted awhile ago but....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So let&apos;s start out with lacrosse camp. YAY! sort of. Flight there was long as hell and my bags were lost. Which means i was at lacrosse camp with no lacrosse equipment. But my duffle bag was found the next day so i had my helmet, gloves, chest protector and clothes, but not my sticks. Yeah..... my sticks still havn&apos;t been found. I hate it. But atleast the camp was awsome. It was a show case camp so I got some good exposure for the college lacrosse circuit. But then on my way back, I missed the flight from Cincinati to Seattle so I had to stay in Ohio over night, i was not pleased. And neither was my mother, who almost had a heart attack. But I did eventually get home safe and sound (minus my lacrosse sticks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Wednsday..... PROJEKT REVOLUTION!!!! OH MY GOOOODDDD!!!!!!! AAHHHH!!!! *Is still freaking out*&lt;br /&gt;I have never had so much fun in my entire life. First off, I god some awsome stuff. A projekt Revolution poster, a projekt rev, shirt, a linkin park shirt, a linkin park bag and a music for relief bandana. And we checked out MSI (mindless self indulgence). They were so cool. I got three of four of the band member&apos;s signitures. And then it was time for the main stage. Needless to say i felt like one of the coolest people at the show when i got past security by showing my wrist band and walked into the pit. We watched HIM. Which was awsome. They&apos;re really good live and thier lead singer has such an amazing voice. And Taking Back Sunday was awsome, though I was hoping the lead singer would be a little more crazy. Then for My Chem, Marga and I managed to make our way pretty close to the front of the pit. It was awsome, I got some really good pictures but i still can&apos;t figure out how to get them off of my phone. But the best part of the night was definatly linkin park. Marga and I made friends with these two really really cool chicks who helped us get up to the very front of the pit. And I mean very front, as in we were both leaning on the barier. And we stayed there for the ENTIRE set. Which was SOOOOO COOOLLLL!!! OH MY GOD!!! LINKIN PARK IS&amp;nbsp;ONE OF THE BEST BANDS EVER!!!!!!! There is no longer any doubt in my mind that I have to play music and i have to be in a band. Holy shit. The guys in linkin park were so obviously happy to be playing music and so in love with seeing how the crowd reacted. It was amazing. AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me while i freak out a bit more&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 17:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ll make you see this&lt;br /&gt;Confusion and hatred&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll make you believe this&lt;br /&gt;Death and destruction&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll make you stop this&lt;br /&gt;Coruption and dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;And then I&apos;ll make you understand&lt;br /&gt;That it&apos;s all your fault&lt;br /&gt;You can&apos;t hide much longer&lt;br /&gt;Diving through the looking glass can&apos;t save you now&lt;br /&gt;Stand and face what you have done&lt;br /&gt;Pull the mask from your face&lt;br /&gt;The rose-colored glasses from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And believe what&apos;s happening&lt;br /&gt;Today&apos;s the day&lt;br /&gt;The curtain falls away</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 06:08:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Never should have left the house</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Do you ever have one of those days where you never should have gotten out of bed? Well that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I got my license! Yayness! But I had to wake up early and sit at the dmv for two hours. Then nobody can do anything so I can&apos;t go anywhere with my new license. So I go to blockbuster. And rent two movies that my brother had apparently rented the day before. I wasted 8 bucks on movies we already had. So I&apos;m half an hour into one of the movies and my dad calls to remind me about my orthodontest apointment. Yay. I hate my orthodontest. He&apos;s a condensending idiot who&apos;s also a sexist pig. And all of his assistants are blond airheads. Anyway, so&amp;nbsp;I get there and they tell me that my apointment was actually yesterday but they can sqeeze me in in an hour. So I decide to get coffee. I was backing out and I start turning but I&apos;m looking behind me so I don&apos;t relize that I am going to hit the car next to me, which I do. I dented the back fender. Yay. My first fucking day with a license and I dent someone&apos;s fender. So I exchange information with the lady of the van like a good little girl and I call my dad. And he&apos;s not angry. Meanwhile I&apos;m shaking uncontrolably. The lady who&apos;s van I hit was actually woried about me. So i chill. I grab a monster from the conveniance store (I walked over) and I call Kaitlin and we try to calm each other down. And then when I do go see the orthodontest all he does is look at my teeth by having me smile and saying that he&apos;s still waiting for that stupid tooth to grow in. And I&apos;m pissed at him so I mention the fact that he was going to send me to the oral surgon and he&apos;s all like &quot;Yeah, you need to go do that&quot; so I&apos;m all like &quot;You were going to tell me when I needed to go&quot; so he writes me a referal to see an oral surgon. The entire interaction taking maybe two minutes. Then I get home and wait for a few hours before my dad gets home, the entire time I&apos;m freaking out of course. And my dad gets home and all he says is that the husband of the lady with the van called and he&apos;s going in for an estimate the next day. That&apos;s it. No yelling, no you can&apos;t drive. Nothing. He&apos;s earily calm. So I call my mom and she&apos;s not mad either. And I can still drive. What the heck? Uh... I hit somebody the first day with my license and I&apos;m not in trouble. I&apos;m confused. And freaked out. But at least I stoped shaking.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 23:37:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I&apos;m watching Band in a Bubble right now: Any body else think the fact that Cartel is recording in a bubble on a show sponsered by Dr.Pepper is selling out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i think it&apos;s selling out.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 23:31:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Road Signs and Pit Stops - ch. 4</title>
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  <description>I seriously have nothing to do right now. Summer is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;YAYNESS!!&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May woke that Friday to the sound of Death Cab playing on her phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Why did you call?” She asked into the phone, not knowing who was on the other line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Because you have to wake up and get your ass in your truck so we can road trip!” Sophie’s cheery voice said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Fuck. It’s way too early.” May said. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The clock on her amp, which served as a nightstand when not in use, ready 9:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You promised to be at my place by ten. So I suggest you take a quick shower and get your ass in your truck.” Sophie said. There was a click indicating that she had hung up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Great.” May rolled out of bed and into her bathroom where she took a quick five-minute shower and brushed her teeth. Five minute showering was a skill that you master when you go to at least four lacrosse camps each summer of your high school years. May finished getting ready and she grabbed a pop tart on her way out of the small apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May parallel parked in front of the modern apartment building that Sophie called home and pulled out her cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m out front. You need help with your bags?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nope. I’m coming out right now.” Sophie said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Good. I didn’t want to get out of the car.” May hung up when she saw Sophie exiting the building with a duffle bag and backpack slung on her back and a bright yellow bag on her arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Lazy. Put my stuff in the back?” Sophie asked into the open window of May’s Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. Think we have time to stop at Starbucks?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Not unless you want Ella to kill you because she didn’t get coffee.” Sophie said. She climbed into the front passenger seat and May was off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah yeah yeah. We have to stop and get gas soon too. I’ve got a quarter tank.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Gotcha. So how’s the new tattoo?” Sophie asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Healing well. It’s not all red anymore.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And how is the tattoo artist?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Frank is good.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And your date last night was?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Great. We went to a show. Frank was friends with the drummer in the band. They were pretty decent.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You do anything after that?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nope. Just the show, it was a late show so I got home late.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Did Frank come home with you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes he did, but he had to leave early this morning. You happy?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes. I am happy.” Sophie started digging around in May’s glove compartment and grabbed her cd case. Flipping through the cds, Sophie started getting frustrated. “Why do you never label your cds? I have no idea what’s on any of them.” Sophie said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Just put one of them in the player and you’ll find out. It’s a surprise.” May said. May was starting to get frustrated by the morning traffic. And it had just started raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Do you have a sharpie in here?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. Glove box, why?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m labeling your cds.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “OCD much?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I just hate your cds!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Chill girl. Just put a cd in the player and skip through the tracks until you find something you want to listen to.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “No. I want to know what’s on them.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “If you skip through the tracks you’ll know what’s on it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t get you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re the crazy one here.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “At least I keep my apartment clean!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah yeah yeah. I know. May’s place explodes whenever she cleans it. Can we get over it?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Found the sharpie!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Just put in a danm cd.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You just passed Ella’s building.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Shit. I knew that building looked familiar.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Have you had any caffeine?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nope. Hold on, I’m pulling a U-turn.” May then pulled into a dangerous U-turn, causing the truck to nearly flip onto its side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in&quot;&gt;“Jeeze May. Can you keep us alive at least until we’re out of Seattle?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry. Call Ella would you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sophie pulled her phone out of her bag and dialed Ella’s number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hello?” Ella asked her cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hey. May just tried to kill me.” Sophie said. She was still clinging onto the door handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Again? What is that, the twelve hundredth time? Where are you guys?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Outside your building. And we’re not getting out of the car.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Lazy. I’ll be right down…. Yes Cat, I have enough books….. No you don’t need to put some more in purse….. You already packed twelve books for me…… I don’t read that fast…… I don’t need any more books. Sophie?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah?” Sophie was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing. Cat was always trying to get people to read more books and it looked like he was having a hard time letting Ella out of the apartment without enough reading material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’ll be right down. And I have books for everyone.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Excellent. See you soon!” Sophie flipped her phone closed and burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What?” May asked. May was currently skipping through the tracks on a random cd, looking for a good song to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Cat….. Books…. Too many.” Sophie managed to get out between breaths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Right. Is Ella coming down?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yup. She’ll be here soon. There she is!” Sophie pointed out the window to the other side of the street where Cat was carrying a bright yellow rolling suitcase followed by Ella with a yellow canvas messenger bag slung over her shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Ella! Over here!” May yelled out the driver’s side window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ella looked both ways then j-walked across the street, followed by Cat who looked a little skeptical about whether or not he should be j walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What are you doing over here?” She asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “May missed the building and then tried to kill me.” Sophie said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Right. I’m guessing that explains it.” Ella said, looking suspiciously back and forth between the two girls in the car.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cat put Ella’s bag in the back of the truck, hugged his girlfriend, and kissed her goodbye. He told her to call if anything happened and to look out for good books while she was in Canada. Ella reassured Cat that she had enough books and that she was going to be good. After one last goodbye, Ella climbed into the backseat and asked, “Can we get some Starbucks?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sophie just laughed. “What is it with you two? We can get Starbucks after we pick up Casey.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It took May 10 minutes to get to Casey’s house. Normally, it took a sane person twenty minutes to get to Casey’s house from Ella’s building, but May wasn’t a sane person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sophie knocked on the front door. Mitch opened the door and let Sophie come inside, saying that Casey would only be a few minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hey girl!” Casey said, coming down the narrow staircase, a black rolling suitcase banging down the stairs after her, “Let’s get on the road!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Okay. I just have to warn you, May has tried to kill us seven times today.” Sophie said. She grabbed the grey canvas bag from Casey’s arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “That girl’s not sane.” Casey said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After Mitch and Casey said goodbye, the girls went back out to the truck and loaded up the back with Casey’s bags and the camping equipment they were borrowing from Mitch’s brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Okay. Now can we get Starbucks?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes. Now we can get Starbucks.” Sophie told her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After managing to get through the Starbuck’s drive through after risking everyone’s lives only two more times, May got on the interstate and directed the vehicle towards Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note..... Gerard Way is engaged. It&apos;s wack. But if he&apos;s happy, whatever.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 00:55:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Summer Playlist</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I finally did it. I finished my summer playlist. Beggining of the summer playlist to be more specific, because there will, without a doubt, be more editions of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let&apos;s get started.&lt;br /&gt;1. Holiday by Greenday.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what it is about this song but everytime I hear it, I have to jump up and dance around, usually in my underwear. Could be the drum beat or the political heart of it. Or it could just be the memory of my dad singing along to the American Idiot cd. Whatever the reason, the fact is, this song is on my summer list because it&apos;s fun to listen to when your walking around town looking for something to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Here in Your Arms by Hellogoodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah. The music video is a bunch of nerds at summer camp but that is not the reason i put this song on the list. It&apos;s because it&apos;s so much fun to just lie around out in the grass starting up at the blue sky listening to the intro then jummping up and bouncing around in the sun as soon as it picks up. It&apos;s fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Miss Murderer by AFI&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. Everytime I&apos;m faced with an empty house, i put the December Underground cd in my stereo and blast this song, yelling along and pounding my fist in the air. Summer to me has always been about being about to do what you want and for some reason, fist pumping and yelling out AFI lyrics is what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hell Yes by Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the hill to Albertsons listening to this song at full volume is what summer&apos;s all about. When your walking down the sidewalk yelling out &quot;hell yes&quot; people look at you like you&apos;re a freak, which is what I am. So rock on and keep your summer rebelious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Good Fucking Bye by Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;This is just another song that&apos;s fun to listen to when your waundering around town trying to cause trouble. It&apos;s always great to listen to while staring into a bon fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; War Sucks, Let&apos;s Party by Anti-Flag&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m pretty sure the title does this song justice. (this political shake down, coming correct from the underground!)&lt;br /&gt;Try to do something productive with your free time this summer. Work towards the greater good. Find a cause you believe in and get a group of your friends together and go and volenteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I Still Remember by Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;Just go sit out side staring up at the sky and listen to this song. Do it. You&apos;ll see why it&apos;s on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; You Are So Last Summer by Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I could put almost every song Taking Back Sunday has ever recorded on this list but I&apos;m not going to. For some reason, Taking Back Sunday writes songs that are perfect to listen to when a long summer day is winding to it&apos;s end and you&apos;re late night party is just starting up. Set a fire, call some friends and rock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; The Boys of Summer by The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;Did the Ataris ever do anything besides this song? If they did&amp;nbsp;it never did very well. Oh well. What type of summer playlist would this be without the Boys of Summer? Come one. It describes summer perfectly. And it&apos;s way fun to sing along to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Insurance? by The Higher&lt;br /&gt;This song is just so upbeat, it&apos;s hard not to let lose when you&apos;re listening to it. There&apos;s no screaming or heavy guitarts, just a fun, summer jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pressure by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Summer&apos;s here which calls for the return of Warped Tour. So why not listen to a band that was made by the tour? This is a really great song to put on as back ground noise while you&apos;re chilling with your friends, doing nails and hair, getting ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I Predict a Riot by the Kaiser Chiefs&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for the Chiefs. No really, give it up for the chiefs. Scream along and jump along. Or throw a giant pillow fight like what happens in the music video. Summer jam, i think yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;Thank God school is over. Let&apos;s celbrate! pretty much summed up the entire song right there. Pop on this cd and belt it into your hair brush while you&apos;re getting ready to party (since war sucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The Great Escape by We Are Scientist&lt;br /&gt;No, you&apos;re not having deja vue. This song does have the same title as the last one. Only difference is the entire song. This song is great to listen to while you&apos;re causing mischif, whether you&apos;re just skat boarding or driving down the high way in a truck filled to legal capacity with teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Punk Rock Song by Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JUST A PUNK ROCK SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Way Away by Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;Because we all have to get away from where we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Castaway by Greenday&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, buy some spray paint and tag that abandoned train car. It&apos;ll be fun. just make sure you have the proper sound track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Basket Case by Greenday&lt;br /&gt;After being stuck to walk through the hallways of that dreaded institute of higher learning for the better part of a year, you feel like a baskey case. Just let Greenday&apos;s rocking guitar rifs and overly cymbolised drum beats rock it out of you. Nothing says summer like the opening line, &quot;Do you have the time to listen to me whine?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun kiddies. Remember to wear sunscreen and always use protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>War Sucks, Let&apos;s Party by Anti-Flag</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 23:29:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>F7</title>
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  <description>Dude! The F7 key is SPELL CHECK!!! AHHAA!!! *freaks out*</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 23:24:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;ve got an idea for the GJC</title>
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  <description>So here&apos;s my pitch, we have GJC movie nights. It&apos;ll be like meetings, only there&apos;s just a summer thing and we get together to watch movies for the sole purpose of expanding our pop-culture base of knowledge. What do you think? We could have the first one the day school gets out (unless we have a real meeting that day, in which case we&apos;ll most likly watch a movie anyway.)</description>
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  <lj:music>Revenga by System of a Down</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 23:21:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Road Signs and Pit Stops - ch. 3</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Sorry it took so long. i&apos;m having trouble with the whole leaving out large chunks of time in my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;YAYNESS!!!&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I do believe it’s true, that there are roads left in both of our shoes, when the silence…” sounded from the top of May cd player. May grabbed her cell phone and read the caller id. Sophie was calling her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hello Sophie. Aren’t you supposed to be working?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hello May dear. Aren’t you supposed to be studying or something?” Sophie asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I am studying. You interrupted.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Whatever. You study too much. I mapped out the trip. I just sent you an email of the schedule. What do you think?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’ve got to open up my email first. Hold up.” May fiddled around with her laptop for a few seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “We leave here the day after your last class. We’re going to stay in Victoria the first few nights and head on from there. And I found a lake.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “A lake with jet ski rentals?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “A lake with jet ski and ski boat rentals. And a spa.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Excellent.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And I booked us rooms at the resort there with the spa. I got this awesome deal since I booked so early.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Did you get any work done today?” May was amazed at the multi-page schedule Sophie had just sent her. There were reservations made at hotels and bed and breakfasts, campground reservations, and a list of clubs and bands they had to check out in various cities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I made sure to get my photos sent into my editor first, just like a good little girl. Ella emailed me the list of clubs and bands we have to check out earlier today. You heard of any of them?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. A few. My friend was talking about I’m With Stupid the other day and I think I saw Cure for Cancer once.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Cool cool. So, you up for this?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hell yeah. I’m so set. Now we just have to get some shopping done.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sounds like fun. By the way, you own me for the hotel reservations; it’s all on my debit card.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Don’t worry about it. We’ll work it out at lunch on Saturday. Okay?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. That works.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Who’s car are we taking?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I was hoping that you would offer. You have the truck and its comfortable and everything.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. That would work, since the rest of you have little car things.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Not car things. Mine is Sebastian.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After working out a few more details, like the fact that since it was May’s car, she was going to choose the music, Sophie said she had to call the rest of the girls and hung up and May went back to her studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Why do we have to go camping?” Casey asked at lunch that Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Because, camping is fun. And it’s only for two nights.” Sophie answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Two nights of sleeping outside. Oh joy!” Casey said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’ll be in a tent. And it will be fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “How do you define sleeping on the ground as fun?” Casey asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I define all the other things you do when you’re camping as fun. And besides, we’re staying at that resort on the lake the next three days after that. You’ll deal.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Oh right. That’s going to be fun. I looked up that spa online and they do all organic skin treatments and massages down by the lake. Is looks so peaceful.” Sophie said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And I checked out the rental place. They have really good deals on wave runners. It’s going to be awesome.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And one of the clubs Ray told me to check out is like right next door.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I think we should spend more than three days there.” Casey said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re right. Do you guys want me to call and extend our reservations? I’m thinking like a week.” Sophie said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sounds good to me.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Me too.” Casey piped in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Dito!” Ella called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the next few months, the friends went about their lives as normal. They went to class, work and ran errands just as they always had, but the promise of their vacations was always in the back of their thoughts. By the time summer, weather was starting to fight with the typical spring showers of Seattle, the four best friends could barley sit still any more. They did their summer shopping together, purchasing more than enough swimsuits, cute summer dresses and bright tee shirts. Everything was set for them to have the time of their lives on their up coming road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I can’t wait! Only a week left before we leave!” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I know! Do you think the new tattoos will heal in time?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Of course they will silly.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The two friends were going to get new tattoos. Since college had ended, they went every few months to get something new and they always went together. This time, Ella was getting tribal armband on her upper right arm and May was getting Keep The Faith on her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Can’t turn back now!” May said, pulling the door of the tattoo parlor open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Good thing I had more rum and cokes at lunch today than normal.” Ella said after stepping over the threshold and being greeted by the sound of a tattoo gun against someone’s skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nervous?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “No. Scared to death? Yes.” Ella sat down on one of the acid green benches against the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nothing to be scared of. You’re just getting your biggest tattoo yet.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nothing at all to be scared of.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hey. How can I help you girls?” A voice asked from behind May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May turned around and found that the body that the voice belonged to was the same body that had tattooed her a few months earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “We’ve got appointments. Me and my friend are getting some work done.” May said, putting on her best “I’m single and you’re cute” smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Back for more huh? Who wants to go first?” Frank asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Ella should go first. If she doesn’t get this over with soon, I think she might explode from the anticipation.” May said. She pulled Ella up from her seat and shoved her to the chair Frank told her to take a seat in. After Frank talked over the details with Ella and they finalized the placement, Frank got straight to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ella winced the entire way through but managed to hide her pain. May climbed onto the table set up for back tattoos and waited for Frank to get ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “How are you liking the tree?” Frank asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It’s great. I couldn’t have asked for it to look any better. I’ve gotten a lot of compliments on it.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And you’re telling everyone that I did it for you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Of course.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Great. So let’s get to work on Keep the Faith. Any story behind this one?” Frank placed the stencil on May’s back and told her to go check if that’s where she wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I like it.” She said then climbed back up on the table. “Not that big of a story. It’s just to remind me to stick to my beliefs. Not necessarily religious beliefs, but just morals and what not.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Frank finished May’s tattoo with a satisfied smile. May was absolutely happy with it and even happier when Frank asked for her number and whether she might like to get dinner with him sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m free Wednesday if you’d like to do something.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sounds good. I’ll call you on Monday and work everything out. Okay?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sounds good to me.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ella and May left the shop together. Ella’s teasing commenced as soon as they were a few steps away from the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You seriously going to give up precious study time to go out with this guy?” Ella asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I only have one final left and I’m taking that on Tuesday. So I’m not going to need to study.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Study for class that is.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And what is that supposed to mean?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nothing. Just knowing you. You’re going to be brushing up on your anatomy.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Not cool man.” May said. She reached over and started tickling Ella in the side, which caused Ella to scream and run off down the street. May followed her yelling, “you’ll never get away from me! I know illegal ninja moves from the government!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 06:08:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Summer Plans</title>
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  <description>Finally! Definate summer plans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in Washington on the 24th, around 11 in the morning. My dad booked a flight and everything, so I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means.... I will be able to freak kids out by being at Eastlake on the last day of school. And we have to make lunch plans for the 24th. Or dinner plans. Something.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 10:34:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Road Signs and Pit Stops - ch. 2</title>
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  <description>yayness!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m feeling sick...... night! Actually, it&apos;s more like morning. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;YAYNESS!!!!&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Let me see!” Ella said when they were waiting for the tattoo artist to be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “There’s nothing to see. It’s been the same since winter break and soon it’s going to be finished.” May said, pulling up her tee shirt to expose the outline of an amazing oak tree starting from the top of her left thigh and extending to the top her the left side of her torso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It’s just so cool. You’re ready for this?” Ella asked for the hundredth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I sat through the outline in one sitting. I think I can handle the coloring in one sitting.” May said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You only sat through that because you were trying to prove to all those pro-boarders that you’re tough.” Ella teased her. Ella started fiddling with the tattoo outline in her hand. She always got nervous before being inked, but going with May, who never seemed fazed by any of it, gave her confidence a boost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Ella right? You’re getting the bar code? I think I’ll go yours first, then get started on your friends. Is that okay?” The tattoo artist asked, holding his hand out to take the stencil from Ella’s hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sounds good to me.”&amp;nbsp;Ella slowly got up and sat backwards in the chair, she tied her hair up on top of her head and grabbed May’s hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re going to be fine. It’s just a few lines. I’m the one that should be nervous.” May said, squeezing Ella’s hand anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Shut up. I’m not good with needle, you know that.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And yet you’ve lived through three tattoos now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Because I was heavily boozed up all three times.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Good point. You had like two rum and cokes at lunch right?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Should be enough.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Whatever you say May.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Don’t sweat it. You’re sitting next to a doctor. I won’t let anything happen to you.” May pulled a chair over and sat facing Ella to give her some more moral support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You ready for this?” The tattoo artist, who told us to call him Frank, said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yup.” Ella said and reached again for May’s hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A few minutes later, Frank wiped the extra ink from Ella’s neck and handed her a hand mirror. Ella walked over to the wall mirror and positioned the hand mirror behind her so that she could see that back of her neck via light reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I love it. Thank you.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You ready?” Frank asked May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You going to use a new needle and gloves?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Of course. Glad to know I’m being checked up on though.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sorry. I’m going for my PhD. They pretty much brain wash you into sterilizing everything.” May climbed onto the table and adjusted her clothes so that her whole tattoo was showing and then lay down on her side, trying to find a comfortable position. May felt Frank’s eyes scan over her body quickly before he settled into his own seat and started determining what exactly he was going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Ella, get over here. I need a hand to hold.” May called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You can hold my hand.” Frank offered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Don’t you need that to tattoo?” May asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Oh yeah. So tattoo or hand?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’ll take the tattoo. But I promise you a hug later.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Okay, you ready for this? I’ve got it all figured out.” Frank said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m here.” Ella put her hand in May’s distracting her from the sound of the tattoo gun in Frank’s hand that was moving closer and closer to her exposed skin. May winced when the needle first hit but she quickly grew accustomed to the strokes of the tattoo needle against her skin and the pain didn’t faze her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Seriously, how do you do that?” Ella asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Do what?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Not be dying in pain.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I dunno. Just zone it out I guess. Could have been the years playing goalie.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Or years of studying your ass off.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Funny, somehow I don’t think that would make you immune to pain. I’m sticking with the goalie theory. And adding snowboarding and skateboarding.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You sure you just don’t notice what you’re bodies doing anymore. You’re just in automatic?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Nope. I don’t think an android would be able call your boyfriend and tell him that I just saw you with Johna?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “First off, you wouldn’t. And secondly, who’s Johna?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t. It’s a guy’s name though.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Whatever chick.” Ella pulled up her hood and grabbed May’s hand again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hey Ella.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Go ninja, go ninja, go!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “We interrupt your regularly scheduled late-night talk show to bring you this irrelevant public service announcement: Go ninja, go ninja, go!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Thank you. Now a quick word from our sponsors.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “We swear we had nothing to do with the subliminal messages in the advertisements you are about to witness. They were there to begin with, and they pay us good money to air the ads the way they are.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You will be returned to your regularly scheduled late-night mind-numbing propaganda after the ads. The next show shall be a salute to Mother Russia. May all the hearts of the brothers and sisters beat for her.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You guys have to stop that.” Frank said, pausing from filling in May’s tattoo. “I can’t keep my hand steady when I laugh.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m sorry. We’ll stop.” May said after she had stopped laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Is there a story behind this tattoo?” Frank asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. When I was kid, my family used to move a lot and we would somehow always manage to come back to Washington. The last time I moved, it was for a year in high school to Arizona, I promised myself that I would never let myself stray too far from the trees.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And she got it when she was hanging out with a bunch of snowboarders to prove how tough she it.” Ella added.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. That too.” May admitted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “That’s great. Do you have any other tats?” Frank asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’ve got crossed lacrosse stick between my shoulder blades. I played in high school and I was offered a few scholarships but I wanted to stay in Seattle with my friends. I also have a Celtic cross on the back of my knee which is a family thing I got with my brother and cousin. And I have the words ‘feel no pain’ spelled out on my right fore arm.” May said. She was used to explaining her tattoos to people. When you’re one of the only medical school students with ink, you get lots of odd looks and questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Wow. That’s quite the collection.” Frank said. He looked surprised at May’s list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Now that you’ve heard the stories behind my tattoos, do I get to hear the stories behind yours?” May asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m not sure you’ve got enough time for that.” Frank said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Just start and you get through as many as you get through.” Kay said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Okay. Well I got the one on my right fore shoulder first. It’s a scene from Nightmare Before Christmas. I got it on my eighteenth birthday and since my birthday’s on halloween, I thought it was fitting. A got a few other random ones after that. Nothing big. Just little things I picked up when I had the cash. Then I got a scorpion on my neck. I got it when I was in my fourth or so band. I decided I would never be able to work a nine to five job so I got the scorpion on my neck so that it could never be covered and nobody would ever hire me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You got it when you were in a band? What happened to the band?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “They fell apart after a few months. It was bound to happen. I started my aprenticship a little bit after that. And what do you know. I think I’m finished.” Frank announced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Really?” May asked, trying to twist around to get a good look at her tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hold still. I’ll clean it up then you can go hop over to the mirror.” Frank said. He wiped off the extra ink and wiped the whole area with a paper towel and some water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May was off the table before Frank finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Oh wow. It’s great.” Ella said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah. Thanks man. This is awesome.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “No problem. The outline was amazing. Who was the artist?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t know. My friend knew him. He lives in Canada.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Well he did great work.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “May. We have to get going. We have to get ready for the show.” Ella said, grabbing May’s arm and pulling her away from the mirror. They quickly sorted things out with the cashier and made sure to leave Frank a generous tip. May and Ella quickly dashed out of the tattoo parlor and to their individual cars, promising to meet up with each other outside the Crocodile Café.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;has anyone else noticed that when you buy pre-ground coffee it dosn&apos;t look the same as it does when you grind it yourself? Or am I the only one who actually sees things like that. Come to think of it. i could have just imagnined it. So it&apos;s summer, and I have nothing to do for the next few days and I just started a new story, I smell another wake-a-thon! Yeah! and it smells of coffee and fun cough drop things that make your whole mouth and throat numb! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Anyway. I find it ironic that MTV, aka Music Television is the one music channel that isn&apos;t playing music videos at one in the morning. It&apos;s a little hypocritical in my taste. It&apos;s like naming s sore Seattle Pizza Parlor then selling eye patches and wigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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