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  <title>Astrid</title>
  <subtitle>Astrid</subtitle>
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    <name>Astrid</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-22T02:24:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adylan:3243</id>
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    <title>FOR LIBERTY BELL!</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T08:08:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T02:24:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;This journal:&lt;/b&gt; I have been RPing for three and a half years, and most of them have been small Degrassi RPG communities on Livejournal. This journal was for an original character in a Degrassi community which died quickly, and it's my most recent play-by example and actually where I got the inspiration for my current character; Aubrian is basically Astrid, just much improved upon and with more of a background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example:&lt;/b&gt; It's under the cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding that Aubrian had been working on for the past few weeks was a perpetual headache. The couple who she was working for disagreed about everything that mattered and other things that didn't. They were clearly a couple who enjoyed disagreeing, and Aubrian was bearing the brunt of it. She could easily accept and enjoy many of the duties that her job required: bargainer, stylist, budgeter, but couple counseling, or rather, couple supervision in this case, was not her favorite duty. She couldn't wait for this wedding to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of auditioning bands with the demanding couple, Aubrian wanted nothing more than to come back to her apartment and relax. She let out a long sigh as she stepped inside her door and flipped on the light, looking forward to a night spent alone, curled up on her couch with red wine and a good book. Aubrian put her bags down in her bedroom, slipped into a robe, and as soon as she began to pour a tall glass for herself, her phone rang. She grumbled under her breath, assuming that it was her client on the other end of the line ready to complain about something, but she was surprised when she realized who it was on the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrian quickly scrambled for the on button and then answered the ringing. "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aubrian, hello," the caller said. "I was just wondering if I could take you out to dinner again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile creeped across her mouth as she heard him talk. She played with the sash of her robe as she thought about their last date. He took her to a nice restaurant, and they had drinks afterwards. Aubrian was sad at the time that the night ended there, and she hadn't really expected to hear back from him. Michael was his name, and he had a high position in his dad's business and an even higher salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrian held the smile as she answered him. "Absolutely. How does tonight sound?"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adylan:3035</id>
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    <title>To a good friend</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T05:49:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T08:22:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Frames -- Dream Awake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Normally I try to keep my affairs classy, but after having to spend the entire DAY and too much money cleaning my car due to it being not only egged, but also oreo-ed, peanut butter-ed, and much more, you know what I say? I say class is not priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny Santos, your boyfriend and I have a lot of sex... and I mean a lot. We've had sex in his apartment, my apartment, my car, his car, in a public restroom, in a private restroom, and even at Jay's office when I visited him at work. Most of those places were multiple times, of course. Jay told me that I was the most limber girl that he had been with. We even had sex after we left the courthouse when we had our marriage annulled. We don't just get drunk and hook up, either. He's even come over to my apartment in the middle of the day between clients and posed as my boyfriend if he hadn't left by the time they got there. Jay tells me that I'm cute, that I'm hot, sexy... you get the idea. I guess the whole "praying mantis" thing doesn't bother him that much. In fact, one time, we even had sex while your television show was on. It was pretty amazing, too. Even in this last fight that you had, Jay couldn't wait to get in touch with me as soon as he could so that we could get it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish the best for you and Jay because you're really, really going to need the well-wishing. Your relationship is a really shitty one. That's why I have no real problem with sleeping with your boyfriend; I know that you will never last. And in fact, in the next fight that you guys have -- oh, probably within the next 3.2 seconds -- I'll be right there on the other end of the phone, ready to fuck him all over again... and pretty much every time after that. You won't be lacking my presence in your world any time soon, Manny Santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I'm kind of surprised that you wasted all of that junk food on my car. It looks like you put it to pretty good use yourself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adylan:1926</id>
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    <title>My memory cannot recall from weight of alcohol. We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T04:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T08:24:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Death Cab For Cutie -- Title Track</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm sure most of my friends page know this by now, but humor me anyway: the other night, after way too many drinks, Jay Hogart and I, uhh, accidentally eloped. &lt;s&gt;Then we went back to his place, had sex, and Manny Santos, who he apparently was dating? came in and found us. Besides all of the life-ruining aspects of the night, I'm pretty sure that I had fun. What's the best way to cure a hangover? To drink more, of course, so that was what I did on Saturday night while I was talking to Jay online about annulments, and I drunkenly tried to get him to come over. He told me that we shouldn't hang out anymore, which kind of pissed me off, and he didn't come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I came off as overly needy and kind of crazy to him, but dammit, the harder something is to attain, the harder that I work to get it. I hate being told no, but I love a challenge. Why shouldn't professional methods be carried over to my personal life?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jay and I had our marriage annulled. On paper, it's like it never even happened. Glad that that is out of the way! &lt;s&gt;And then we made out all the way back to my place before having sex the old-fashioned way: outside of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for the whole Manny aspect, I do, but I did not even know they were together the first time, and they definitely weren't the second.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend of craziness aside, work is going well. Some of my co-workers think the irony of a wedding planner drunkenly eloping is pretty funny, and they even want to propose that story to Tyra for an upcoming show. I've really been pulling in some richer clients lately, which, of course, means richer pay checks for me. Oh, and Sean Cameron sucks at bowling. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adylan:1274</id>
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    <title>I've been wanting to do anything for a long time. Whatever you're doing now'll probably suit me fine</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T07:06:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T08:24:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Elliott Smith -- Whatever (Some Folk Song in C)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know that I got this livejournal to keep up with people from Degrassi, but I still can't help but be surprised by how many people I've gotten back in touch with since getting this thing. For example, I got drinks with Jay Hogart the other night, who I didn't even know during school. I even saw Marco Del Rossi at that bar. I've talked to many of you online, and it's all pretty surreal. Nobody seems to actually know when the reunion is, so being an event planner myself, I'd like to extend the offer to whoever is running this reunion that I would be honored to help with at least letting everyone know when and where the reunion is. I have a friend who works at a store that sells invitations, and I'm sure that I could coerce a discount on invitations out of her. Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my work has been keeping me busy, as always. I'm working on a pretty big, traditional wedding right now. Even though I've had this one for a while, I just met the groom the other day. He is a successful businessman, and I wouldn't be surprised if his entire salary went into this thing... not that I'm complaining, as I get a nice little cut! &lt;s&gt;I don't understand some of the couples who decide to get married, especially this one. The bride-to-be is a teacher, and a homely looking teacher at that. The groom is attractive and charming, so if the case was gold-digging, then I don't even know how she managed that one. Wow, how unprofessional of me. Maybe I'm just a little bit jealous because a girl like that managed a great guy and I can barely even get a call back from any guy these days.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to go to sleep. I have a long day ahead of me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adylan:976</id>
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    <title>I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T03:47:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T05:39:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fiona Apple -- Sleep To Dream</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My name is Astrid Dylan, and I am an alumni of Degrassi Community School. It's been five years since my graduation, and that would be mostly irrelevant to my life if it wasn't for my high school's five year reunion coming up soon, and I guess this reunion has made me evaluate my life more than I was expecting it to. Is this where I wanted to be five years after getting my freedom? I guess my answer would be yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great job. I'm a wedding planner here in Toronto. After I graduated, I got my Associate's degree in business and then I was hired by the agency that I work for now. I can't tell you that I've seen brides left at altars or that I can predict how long a marriage will last based on the color of a bridesmaid dress like Jennifer Lopez in The Wedding Planner because I've only been doing this for three years, but damn, I can organize and work under stress better than anyone that you probably know. I have a cozy little apartment with my cat Magnolia, and my life is generally high-paced and fun -- just the way that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the good aspects of my life. The bad? Sometimes I feel like I have no free time, I really haven't kept in touch with my old friends, but mostly, I don't have anyone to share my life with. When I was little, I always pictured myself having a huge wedding right after I graduated from high school, but alas, I've had no such luck. &lt;s&gt;The last guy that I seriously dated was years ago, and it was a complete disaster. I've had many dates since then, sure, but I'm not one for tradition, I guess, or maybe I'm just scared. I know I'm a hopeless romantic deep down, -- I mean hey, I plan weddings for a living -- but I haven't even followed the third date rule since before my ex. Maybe alcohol was involved in some of those dates, which I've began to realize I sometimes use to cope instead of facing any real emotions, but what's a good date without a glass or two of wine?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I got this thing mostly because I remember that everyone in high school had one. I figured it might be kind of fun to get back into the loop with everyone from Degrassi before the "big night." My aim screenname is ASTDYL, so don't be shy.</content>
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