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					<description><![CDATA[1. I&#039;m really clumsy so pretty much in any condition but when I&#039;m angry I&#039;m more like to do something stupid like punch a wall, or like throw a chair against a wall and end up hitting myself...That&#039;s my brilliance for you.

2. Once that has snow

3. Ummm I think it was this pastry thing I made into little rolls with chocolate, and coconut shavings

4. My father. Who else gets on my nerves on a consistent basis?

5.  My brother from another mother I hope. Otherwise probably the stalkerish creep from my History 12 class.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. I&#8217;m really clumsy so pretty much in any condition but when I&#8217;m angry I&#8217;m more like to do something stupid like punch a wall, or like throw a chair against a wall and end up hitting myself&#8230;That&#8217;s my brilliance for you.</p>
<p>2. Once that has snow</p>
<p>3. Ummm I think it was this pastry thing I made into little rolls with chocolate, and coconut shavings</p>
<p>4. My father. Who else gets on my nerves on a consistent basis?</p>
<p>5.  My brother from another mother I hope. Otherwise probably the stalkerish creep from my History 12 class.</p>
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