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  <title>Husk</title>
  <subtitle>Paige Guthrie</subtitle>
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    <name>Paige Guthrie / Husk</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-04T06:07:00Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:56821</id>
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    <title>[LOCKED to touchme_n_die] Team Weaknesses and Strengths</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T06:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T06:07:00Z</updated>
    <category term="what: the team"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="1" style="width: 594px; height: 693px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;Rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-determined.  &lt;br /&gt;-she doesn't back down (also a weakness), &lt;br /&gt;--underestimated&lt;br /&gt;--she knows how to use peoples' underestimation,&lt;br /&gt; --manipulation. &lt;br /&gt;--experience &lt;br /&gt;--flight&lt;br /&gt;--strength&lt;br /&gt;--training from Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;--training from Mystique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;---rash&lt;br /&gt;--impulsive&lt;br /&gt;--reacts, rather than thinks things through&lt;br /&gt;--she relies too much on her strength&lt;br /&gt;--doesn't back down&lt;br /&gt;--emotional&lt;br /&gt;--can be gullible (especially with Mystique)&lt;br /&gt;--pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;--patience&lt;br /&gt;--uses her knowledge&lt;br /&gt;--has had team training&lt;br /&gt;--been on a team&lt;br /&gt;--computer knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;--rash &lt;br /&gt;--not so sure about being a leader&lt;br /&gt;--need to outdo her older brother&lt;br /&gt;--not enough sleep, eating, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Illyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--teleporation&lt;br /&gt;--magic&lt;br /&gt;--truly wants this (are we sure?)&lt;br /&gt;--sword&lt;br /&gt;--not afraid to get dirty&lt;br /&gt;--(wasn't she getting training with Mike?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--slightly insane&lt;br /&gt;--not much training&lt;br /&gt;--magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jubilee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;--trained by Wolvie&lt;br /&gt;--has had formal training&lt;br /&gt;--been on a team before&lt;br /&gt;--underestimated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;--impulsive&lt;br /&gt;--reckless&lt;br /&gt;--short attention span&lt;br /&gt;--the stupid yellow coat!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;--underestimates herself.&lt;br /&gt;--baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;Pixie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;--determined&lt;br /&gt;--distraction&lt;br /&gt;--underestimated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;--first team experience&lt;br /&gt;--not as much work with powers&lt;br /&gt;--underestimates herself&lt;br /&gt;--what do her powers do exactly? Does she know?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;--Brotherhood training&lt;br /&gt;--training with x-factor&lt;br /&gt;--shield. &lt;br /&gt;--eye for photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;--lack of confidence&lt;br /&gt;--in public eye&lt;br /&gt;--worried about meeting up with old team members&lt;br /&gt;--reckless&lt;br /&gt;--hammer against her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:56535</id>
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    <title>November song</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T03:20:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T03:20:41Z</updated>
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    <category term="song of the month"/>
    <content type="html">The Best Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a home video to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on&lt;br /&gt;I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run&lt;br /&gt;Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold&lt;br /&gt;I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're not scared of anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean&lt;br /&gt;I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys&lt;br /&gt;And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away&lt;br /&gt;And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger&lt;br /&gt;God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run&lt;br /&gt;And I had the best days with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a video I found from back when I was three&lt;br /&gt;You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know you were on my side even when I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For staying back and watching me shine&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I had the best day with you today</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>paige_husk @ 2009-11-03T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T23:42:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T23:42:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wonder how much trouble I'd be in if I didn't go home for Thanksgiving.</content>
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    <title>paige_husk @ 2009-10-11T18:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T01:39:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T01:39:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Going through some severe sibling withdrawal. Who'd have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ain't used to not being woken up by the little ones shrieks and screams as they go tearing out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this will subside over time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' in other news: co-leading Rogue's team. I'm feeling vaguely grown-up.</content>
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    <title>Notice</title>
    <published>2009-10-03T04:06:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-03T04:07:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally comin' on back ta Xavier's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy an' I'll be back sometime on Sunday if'n we can actually get away from the homestead without the lil ones hangin' on our limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all around when we get back. Er, but I'm seein' Jono first so it may be awhile before I'm outta the room.</content>
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    <title>Not so sure about this one...</title>
    <published>2009-08-16T20:30:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T20:30:12Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees is Paranoid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, peaceful, and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who goes along to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're definitely afraid of rocking the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you fear your world falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll put up with a situation that you don't like in fear of changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disruptive and forceful people intimidate you - and sometimes exploit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>for sixwordstories</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T23:35:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-02T23:35:58Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: sixwordstories"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/22293285.html"&gt;He called &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kettle. &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:54943</id>
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    <title>From Sally</title>
    <published>2009-07-28T20:09:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-28T20:09:56Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <content type="html">Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;a. Go to www.flickr.com&lt;br /&gt;b. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box&lt;br /&gt;c. Use only the first page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/40309672_f92ea28dc0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/3766270982_d231421ba0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is your favourite person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/498709983_ffb36673ef_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2156/2109973292_008036895c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Part of your daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3045767477_b342fecb4d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Part of your nightly routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3764973413_3f293c1596_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What relaxes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/329563354_f897fc138b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favourite place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/3763139195_545b4a2977_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you have planned in the next 12 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2869382770_5a9525524a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/493626935_a62784f191_m.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>sunday_reveries The bad thing about falling to pieces is that it hurts...</title>
    <published>2009-07-23T04:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-23T04:09:04Z</updated>
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    <category term="comm: sunday_reveries"/>
    <content type="html">It's a simple stone cross; her father's name and the dates chiseled perfectly into the structure. Paige takes a few moments to clear off the dead flowers one of her siblings probably left a few weeks before. She hasn't been to visit his grave since Thanksgiving. So much has happened since then and she doesn't quite know where to start her tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she tidies the grave and hangs the necklace of daisies she'd strewn together before leaning back on her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Pa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is already chocked with emotion and she wipes away a few tears before forcing herself to calm down. He's been dead for years but whenever she is here it feels like they had just lowered him into the ground. Hannah's grown since then. No longer the bump in their mother's stomach. The twins are out of diapers and half of his children have developed a mutation. Sometimes Paige wonders what he would have thought of that. She thinks he would have been proud of them. Every single one for where they are now and what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not so sure he'd be happy with the distance currently wedged between her and Sammy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He scared me so much," Paige starts and there is no use trying to stop the tears. "We nearly lost him right after Thanksgiving an' that was bad enough. But then he had ta be a dang fool an' go off with Cable an'...what if'n he didn't come back? There ain't gonna be a grave for him then. We might not have even known if he was dead an' jus' wondered our whole lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She traced her father's name. "An' I know he's alright an' he's back now but Pa...what's ta stop him goin' off wit Cable again? &lt;i&gt;Nothin'!&lt;/i&gt;" She choked on a sob and pressed her forehead against the cross. "I jus' don't know what ta do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige wasn't sure how long she sat there but by the time she was done the sun was beginning to set and her face was a blotchy mess. She pushed herself back and wiped at her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. She didn't want to go back to the house looking like this. Her younger siblings and mother didn't deserve having to deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her time as she followed the winding trail and stopped at the creek bed to wash her face. She didn't force a smile when she returned but she hoped she at least didn't seem as sullen as she felt. The younger ones were asleep and Joelle and Elisabeth were off in town for a movie which left Paige alone with her mother. The older woman pulled out a plate of food from the oven as soon as Paige entered the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige sat down at the table and turned to eat as Lucinda wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly. Paige couldn't stop the tears once they started and clung to her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's goin' ta be alright, my baby girl," her mother promised and Paige hugged her tighter, wishing she could believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if Sammy had taught her anything it was that promises were sometimes made to be broken.</content>
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    <title>sunday_reveries Sometimes in love there's no simple fix.</title>
    <published>2009-07-13T00:16:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-13T00:16:48Z</updated>
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    <category term="guthrie farm"/>
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    <content type="html">"Why are you mad at Sammy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige looked up from the book she had been trying to read to see her youngest sister leaning on the couch arm to look down at her. "Shouldn't you be helpin' Lewis an' Laura in the garden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why ain't you answerin' my question?" Hannah sat on the arm and scrunched her nose, a tell tale sign of annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya should be doin' yer chores." Paige tried to focus on the book but it was hard as Hannah's gaze burrowed a hole in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looked real sad when he left ya here," the girl continued and Paige flipped the page. She had no idea what she'd just read. "Big sad eyes an' he kept lookin' back at the attic an' doin' that sighin' thing he does." Hannah imitated him perfectly. "Even his hug was sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mhmm." She was not going to be guilted by a nine year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told me to watch out for his sunshine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige frowned at that. She wasn't his sunshine anymore. "I'm fine, Hannah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah pushed the book down and shook her head. "No you ain't," the girl replied earnestly. "Ya've lost yer shine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige opened her mouth to offer a rebuttal but there wasn't anything she could say to that. "I hope ya find it again, Paigey. An' I hope you an' Sammy stop bein' mad." Hannah skipped away before she was able to reply and Paige stared at the spot where she'd been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out of the mouths of babes," Ma Guthrie commented as she passed by with a load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige looked away, pretending to focus on her book again and ignored her mother's "stubborn fool" comment. She wasn't ready to admit to herself that they were right. Maybe in a few days but not yet.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:54235</id>
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    <title>Tied together with a smile</title>
    <published>2009-07-07T06:04:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-07T06:05:09Z</updated>
    <category term="guthrie farm"/>
    <category term="family: ma"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_samuelguthrie' lj:user='samuelguthrie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://samuelguthrie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://samuelguthrie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;samuelguthrie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; used with LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're tied together with a smile&lt;br /&gt;But you're coming undone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Paige Lucinda Guthrie!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige sighed at the sound of her mother calling her full name. Once Ma added the &lt;i&gt;Lucinda&lt;/i&gt; to the mix she knew the older woman meant business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You come down outta that attic an' say goodbye to your brother," Lucinda Guthrie ordered and Paige could just picture the scowl on the woman's face with her fists pressed against her hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He an' I already said all we need ta say," Paige called down and didn't budge from her spot on one of the trunks. If he wanted to talk to her then he knew where to find her. "I'm busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was. Did no one notice that she had been going through the old trunks? It was the only place she could get away from Sam or from anyone and their "Sam this" and "Sam that". She didn't care that she was acting closer to Hannah's age than her own; she wasn't climbing down that ladder to mutter goodbye. She was sick and tired of saying goodbye to Sam. She wasn't doing it anymore and they couldn't force it out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could hear her mother's annoyed sigh which was followed by Sam's voice. He was saying something to their mother and she picked up on a few words "stubborn", "wildfire", "sister". And then before she knew it there footsteps and Sam was standing before her. Paige wouldn't look up from the old quilt she was observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touched the patchwork squares and feigned an interest in the intricate stitching when they both knew she couldn't sew to save a life. A long awkward moment passed with neither of them saying a word before he bent down and kissed the top of her head. Paige sat frozen and waited until he gave a heavy sigh and was out of the house before she let herself breakdown in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later there were more footsteps before her mother bundled her up in her arms and brushed her hair. "Oh my stubborn lil girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige simply clung to the woman until she couldn't cry anymore.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:53872</id>
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    <title>paige_husk @ 2009-07-06T10:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T17:28:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T17:28:08Z</updated>
    <category term="family: sammy"/>
    <content type="html">If'n ya don't hear from me in a few days it's cause I'm in jail for buryin' Samuel's body in some ditch somewhere.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:53574</id>
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    <title>paige_husk @ 2009-07-05T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T06:00:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T06:00:05Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: sixwordstories"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/20698226.html"&gt;Goin' home shouldn't seem so scary.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:53301</id>
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    <title>sunday_reveries And there’s a lonely side of love.</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T21:00:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T21:00:33Z</updated>
    <category term="family: sammy"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;There’s a kind of emptiness that can fill you.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a kind of hunger that can eat you up.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a cold and darker side of the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a lonely side of love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nickel Creek&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing changes and nothing ever stays the same. No matter how hard you try to cling to the past, to the way things used to be, they crumble in your hands like sand on the beach and blow away in the wind. There is always the option of chasing after the sand, of trying to recreate the sandcastle of last year or realizing it will never look exactly as it did back then and finding a way to make a different one and love it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige Guthrie isn't a fan of change. She can adapt but she does so stubbornly and clinging onto the past for a little too long before she can let go. It's a hard lesson to learn that the brother you adored is human. He is a fallible as the rest of the world and maybe, just maybe, even more so. It doesn't mean she's stopped loving Sammy but she loves him differently now. There is cautiousness to her love that wasn't there before and it eats her up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises have led her to not so easily believing what he says now and she hates that. She longs for the days when she could take what Sammy told her at face value. She yearns for when she didn't think each time she saw him would be her last and dreads someone telling her he's off with Cable again. She &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; that he's an X-Man now. She &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; he wouldn't just up and leave Tabby again. But deep down she's still that scared little girl who lost her father and looked to her older brother for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she'll realize she needs to look to herself for that but she's not quite ready for the revelation.</content>
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    <title>My mun is so easily amused!</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T20:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T20:00:31Z</updated>
    <category term="it&amp;apos;s a thug story"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:52878</id>
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    <title>theatrical_muse #289. Cheer someone up</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T03:25:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T03:29:49Z</updated>
    <category term="family"/>
    <category term="comm: theatrical_muse"/>
    <content type="html">The sun feels different in Westchester. The summer air smells different than back home in Cumberland County as well. The mansion provides the noise Paige is used to with the students unable to return home for the break making their presence known. But it's not quite the same as being woken early by her brothers and sisters or by the smell of pancakes cooking on the stove. Not even on the days when there is the scent of pancakes as she walks into the cafeteria does it ring the same. It's not Lucinda Guthrie who has woken before the sun rises to fix breakfast. There is something that leaves her unsettled and she can't quite figure out what, no matter how hard she tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawns on her when she's in the middle of a diagnostic report on the Danger Room; fixing a few dents the room has taken during the training exercises from earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She misses home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige wants to see run through the fields with reckless abandon, to wade through the creek beds with her brothers and sisters, to catch fireflies in a jar and scold Lewis for tracking mud into the house. She needs to go home in order to center herself. It's the only place she has been able to find that allows her to do so. Take a few days and rekindle her relationship with her family, or at least with the ones she doesn't see on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls her mother as soon as she gets back in her room, frowning at the tiredness she hears in the woman's voice. It only seals her resolve. "Hey, Ma. I'm jus' callin' ta let ya know I'll be comin' home after the fourth. Probably be able ta make it down there on the sixth an' stay for a week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a squeal on the line and then her mother's voice yelling at the younger one's to get off the line and Paige can't help but laugh and laugh. The unsettling feeling is gone and in it's place is nothing but sunshine.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Song of the Month</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T02:23:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T02:23:22Z</updated>
    <category term="song of the month"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIx02KnpZEw"&gt;The best day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on&lt;br /&gt;I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run&lt;br /&gt;Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold&lt;br /&gt;I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're not scared of anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean&lt;br /&gt;I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys&lt;br /&gt;And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away&lt;br /&gt;And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger&lt;br /&gt;God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run&lt;br /&gt;And I had the best days with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a video I found from back when I was three&lt;br /&gt;You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know you were on my side even when I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For staying back and watching me shine&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I had the best day with you today</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:52290</id>
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    <title>theatrical_muse 287. Prison</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T19:17:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T19:17:51Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: theatrical_muse"/>
    <content type="html">Paige Guthrie doesn't understand her power. She's read countless textbooks, hundreds of scientific articles provided by Hank and yet she's still no closer to understanding how her body morphs as she tears it away than when she first developed her power. She doesn't know why sometimes if she thinks hard about a particular substance her skin will peel away to reveal it but at other times it will only reveal skin beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know why her clothes are lost in the process and why sometimes her transformation will last for hours and yet other times for only a few moments. Her hair can become harder than rock and her body's weight will change depending on the weight of the material she's suddenly become. When she first had her power she'd been able to transform into animals. That was how she'd followed Sam and Tabitha all those years ago and saved X-Force's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been able to replicate that since then, no matter how hard she tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the knowledge Paige has gained she still manages to feel like a prisoner in her own skin.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:52132</id>
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    <title>Meme from many</title>
    <published>2009-06-15T21:31:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-15T21:31:25Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <content type="html">Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to www.flickr.com&lt;br /&gt;2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box&lt;br /&gt;3. Use only the first page&lt;br /&gt;4. Insert the picture into your Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2669097177_cd34cbf7af_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2327/2541450712_078f14cd9b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Who is your favorite band/artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/79820796_1baf81d099_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/3528592830_73b9fdddc7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What kind of pet do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2198601579_73a107eab4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/308451146_88e5c3f39c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2443746651_0d1ec9d559_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What do you look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3039446112_c33a73ea7b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3253804172_ed0b6fffd4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/3607410845_486d4a26ba_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/504611295_e304730498_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/2082613488_3d8514dbb4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3632/3584557103_bc7d149ca1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3415/3294121646_404d956485_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Current thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1408/1103491124_5c06213a00_m.jpg"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>RP for littlepaffs</title>
    <published>2009-05-27T02:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-27T02:54:02Z</updated>
    <category term="friends: jubilee"/>
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    <content type="html">Paige Guthrie feels horrible. She hasn't spent one on one time with her best friend in ages. The other day she tried to figure out exactly how long it had been and stopped trying once she realized it was over a month. This needed to be rectified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't bother to bring anything but her own charming company. If Jubilee needed some help with Cati then Paige would happily lend a hand and if not hopefully they could have a good old fashioned gossip session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was definitely out of the loop.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:51508</id>
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    <title>Meme from Aryn</title>
    <published>2009-05-24T20:40:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-24T20:40:29Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Jono an' his guitar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1) Name: Paige Guthrie&lt;br /&gt;2) Birthday: April&lt;br /&gt;3) Zodiac Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;4) Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;5) What Time Is It? Nearly 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person who...&lt;br /&gt;6) Called You: Ma&lt;br /&gt;7) Slept In Your Bed: me?&lt;br /&gt;9) Made You Cry: No clue&lt;br /&gt;10) Spent The Night At Your House: Been a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;11) You Shared A Drink With: Hannah&lt;br /&gt;12) You Went To The Movies With: Jono&lt;br /&gt;13) You Went To The Mall with: Think it was Jubilee ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;14) Yelled At You: ain't sure&lt;br /&gt;15) Sent You An Email: Joelle&lt;br /&gt;16) Said They Were Gonna Kill You: no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You...&lt;br /&gt;17) Taken A Picture Of Yourself With A Milk Mustache And Sent It to The Milk People: &lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/fuc5qv.jpg"&gt;Yes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Said "I Love You" And Not Mean it: No&lt;br /&gt;19) Gotten Into A Fight With Your Dog/Cat/Bird/Fish/Etc.?: earlier today&lt;br /&gt;20) Been To New York? I live here&lt;br /&gt;21) Been To Florida? Yes&lt;br /&gt;22) California? Yes&lt;br /&gt;27) Danced Naked? No&lt;br /&gt;28) Dreamed Something Really Crazy And Then It Happens The Next Day? No.&lt;br /&gt;29) Stalked Someone? No.&lt;br /&gt;30) Had A Mud Bath? Yes&lt;br /&gt;32) Had An Imaginary Friend? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or that...&lt;br /&gt;35) Red Or Blue? Blue&lt;br /&gt;36) What happened to question 36? Fishy ate it&lt;br /&gt;37) Wal-Mart Or Target? Either&lt;br /&gt;38) Spring Or fall? Spring&lt;br /&gt;41) What Are You Going To Do After You Finish This Survey? Visit Jubee.&lt;br /&gt;42) What Was The Last Food You Ate? Fruit salad.&lt;br /&gt;45) How Many Of Your Buddies are on? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;47) Last Noise You Heard: Jono's music&lt;br /&gt;58) McCain or Obama: What happened ta all the other questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Couple more Questions...&lt;br /&gt;67) Last Time You Went Out Of State: Few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;68) Lucky #'s: No&lt;br /&gt;69) Things You Like In A Girl/Guy?: If'n ya know Jono then you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;70) Weirdest Thing About You? I peel away my own skin?&lt;br /&gt;71) Do you have crush on someone? No, I love someone.&lt;br /&gt;76) What Book Are You Reading Now? A manual on computer programming&lt;br /&gt;77) What's On Your Mouse Pad? Laptop. No mousepad.&lt;br /&gt;78) Favorite Board Game: Life.&lt;br /&gt;81) Worst Feeling In The World: Losing someone&lt;br /&gt;82) What Is The First Thing You Think When You Wake Up In The Morning: Ain't sure&lt;br /&gt;83) Favorite Alcoholic Drink? Ain't got one.&lt;br /&gt;84) How Many Rings Before You Answer? 2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;88) Do You Sleep With A Stuffed animal? Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;90) What Is Your Favorite Snapple? Ain't got one.&lt;br /&gt;91) Are You A Lefty, Righty, Ambidextrous? Right.&lt;br /&gt;92) Where Do You Want To Be Right Now? right where I am.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:51353</id>
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    <title>OOC SQUEE!</title>
    <published>2009-05-24T17:50:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-24T17:54:47Z</updated>
    <category term="ooc"/>
    <content type="html">I got to see Paigey's PB Taylor Swift in concert last night and concerts in Vegas are always crazy fun but her concert was HILARIOUS. The girl went all out with costumes and sets and costume changes and dancers and everything. Hopefully my voice will come back sometime soon. Thank god no work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, have a clip. Tabby!mun it's your fav song. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:51105</id>
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    <title>Icon meme</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T04:11:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T04:11:25Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="impact"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Character Expression Meme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character:&lt;/b&gt; Paige&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Journal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_paige_husk' lj:user='paige_husk' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://paige-husk.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://paige-husk.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige_husk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.angry.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.scared.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.disgusted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.surprised.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.flirty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sexual.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/86978822/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/76055287/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/75941260/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/81653946/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.confused.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.shy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.playful.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.rage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/86978671/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/87535911/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/83217303/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82362482/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.hurt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.guilty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.laughing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/81660474/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/80226705/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/87536471/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/76353292/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.tired.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.wtf.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.pride.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/87536044/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/81646097/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/86978566/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/87905072/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sympathy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.evil.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.innocent.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.in love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;YOUR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;FOUR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ICONS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82083563/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/85489080/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/76056308/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82202952/12980609"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WANT TO DO IT TOO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Snag yourself the coding &lt;a href="http://paranormalkitty.livejournal.com/132875.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paige_husk:50935</id>
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    <title>theatrical_muse 283. What languages do you speak?</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T03:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T03:49:07Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: theatrical_muse"/>
    <category term="friends: jubilee"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;ooc: set back in the Generation X days. &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_littlepaffs' lj:user='littlepaffs' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://littlepaffs.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://littlepaffs.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;littlepaffs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; used with permission and looooooooove. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige was used to noise. Really she was. You didn't live in a house with nine siblings and not learn how to filter out at least some of the constant chatter. Yet, this girl, her &lt;i&gt;roommate&lt;/i&gt; was breaking through every barrier Paige had perfected for tuning out the noise. She wasn't even sure how the girl was doing it. She didn't talk more than Elizabeth and her pitch wasn't anywhere near as high as Joelle's but god, would she ever shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige wondered if she just kept looking at the book Ms. Frost had assigned if the girl, Jubilee, would figure out that she was busy. Glancing up at her new roommate, she doubted it. "...so I &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; him there was just no way no how that was going to work," Jubilee continued, shoving shirts into the dresser. "But did they listen--do they &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; listen? No. Totally sad, chica. And like what else could I do but gape and stare after..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, would nodding along work? Maybe then Paige could figure out a new trick for tuning this new chatter out. Otherwise she did not know how she was going to get the time to read this assigned book and all the supplemental ones Ms. Frost had mentioned before Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did work, for nearly ten minutes before the popping started. Paige glanced up to see the biggest bubblegum bubble--which was saying a lot, she had brothers and there had been contests--nearly overtaking the girl's face. "I ain't sure that's such a good idea..." Paige warned. She knew from experience what would happen next. Jeb's hair had been nearly shaved off after his blew up in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all of Paige's self-control not to burst into laughter as the bubble burst, coating the girl and a few other objects in their room in the sticky substance. Jubilee stared in surprised horror at her, shocked speechless. "This reminds me of the time I blew this one bubble and got it in the Hankster's hair..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; shocked speechless. As Paige watched the girl begin to clean herself off she couldn't help but think that she'd never understand the language that was Jubilation Lee.</content>
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    <title>theatrical_muse #280. What do you think?</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T05:48:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T05:49:16Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: theatrical_muse"/>
    <category term="family: sammy"/>
    <lj:music>talkin' ta Jono</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Paige Guthrie doesn't know what she thinks anymore. She had come home prepared to be as mad with her older brother as when he had suddenly appeared back in her life last week. She was ready to ignore him, though politely so she didn't have to deal with her mother's anger, and enjoy seeing her other siblings. She had missed them, especially Hannah, and a weekend home would do her good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been easy to continue her cycle of anger. Sam had left without word and for all they'd known he had been &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt; or dying or...worse. She wasn't sure what "worse" meant but there were things worse than death. She was sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it was hard to stay mad when he was living and breathing and making funny faces at Hannah and giving Lewis lectures and Laura piggyback rides. He was acting like Sammy and not Cannonball and Paige realized it wasn't Sammy that she was even mad at. It was &lt;i&gt;Cannonball&lt;/i&gt;. That's who had left them, who always left them and would continue to leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the farm he wasn't that leader. He was just Sammy and Paige loved Sammy with all her heart and she knew she always would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was still going to be mad at him for a little while longer.</content>
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