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  <title>see a penny pick it up</title>
  <subtitle>all day long you'll have one cent</subtitle>
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    <name>penny tchaikovsky</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-19T06:18:58Z</updated>
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    <title>profile: tchaikovsky</title>
    <published>2008-12-19T05:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-19T06:18:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;out of character.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;hello my name is liz&lt;br /&gt;i am 20&lt;br /&gt;am i experienced? &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/pierian_springs" target="_blank"&gt;oh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/aroyalpain_rpg" target="_blank"&gt;hellz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://scribbld.net/community/familytree" target="_blank"&gt;ya&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you can contact me at elizabeth.agresta@gmail.com or x le brandybuck (aim)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in character.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;hello my name is penny tchaikovsky (chai like the tea, cough like ow my throat, ski like oh it's snowing let's go to the mountains)&lt;br /&gt;my major is theatre and dance&lt;br /&gt;my age/year is sophomore (19)&lt;br /&gt;i come from the great state of washington. it rains there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ten true facts and a secret.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;#&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;. i'm poor and my parents don't want me to study dance so i'm kind of dancing my way through school. i teach baby dance and acrobatics classes at the y to get extra moneys.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt;. i don't really date but i like boys and girls and pretty much everyone. people are so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt;. i've played piano since forever and ever and i play accompaniment sometimes for the local elementary school musicals for extra money too. (i told you. poor.)&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt;. christmas is my favorite favorite FAVORITE holiday ever.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;five&lt;/b&gt;. i'm a very good friend. i'm not just saying that to brag or whatever. i really am a good friend. be my friend. you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;six&lt;/b&gt;. i guess i could have studied music at allegro but i don't know, i just always wanted to do a grand jeté in front of a packed theatre and see the roses fall at my feet. i like to be in the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;seven&lt;/b&gt;. i have this genius little brother, matt, that everybody loves. he's like, twelve, and he's reading at a college reading level. sometimes i don't know whether to love him or hate him.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;eight&lt;/b&gt;. seattle is nice but i wish i lived in new york. i'd see the new york ballet every chance i got. and the rockettes. oh man, i wish i was tall enough to be a rockette. 5'7" just isn't gonna cut it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;nine&lt;/b&gt;. i'm very friendly but i'm very private. like... i don't really like to talk to people about my problems, i guess? well, i mean... only if you're a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good friend, but i don't really &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good friend here, so... yeah, i don't really talk about my problems. also therapy is out of the question, don't even &lt;i&gt;ask&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;ten&lt;/b&gt;. my favorite thing to eat ever is when my mom makes russian food. her grandparents came over like... after the revolution, i think? and they're like really traditional so my grandparents are and my mom makes blini at easter and oh my god i love them. mom says i'm going to turn into a &lt;i&gt;blin&lt;/i&gt; someday. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;b&gt;secret&lt;/b&gt;. i kind of think my parents don't really care about me or anything i do. like matt is their do-over because i'm not good for anything besides twirling and jumping and playing with little kids and it kind of kills me. please don't tell anyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pb &amp; picture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5423/img2788editavilkeviciutvz9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;edita vilkeviciute&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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