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  <title>LORDES, Quentin</title>
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    <email>pixelatedsadism@aol.com</email>
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  <updated>2009-04-16T02:14:10Z</updated>
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    <title>No, I haven't been hiding...</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T02:14:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-16T02:14:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been busybusy. The kiddos who have their young minds placed in my care are putting on a spring talent show on May 3rd. I'm sure it will be hilariously bad, but there'll also be a bake sale and pie auction and all of that. Proceeds go to keeping the school open for another year! Just ask if you want more details! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Jo]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be kind of scarce on the weekends from now until then. Unless you, like, wanted to come volunteer. No matter what, you should be my date to the show. Normally, I take Alec, and he ends up spending his entire paycheck on pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Jo]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>.002 -- Let It Be.</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T07:18:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T07:18:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I get to go in for an 'interview' of sorts with some of the new school board members. Never mind that I taught there for five years before I left for six months of extended leave. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is way too much. I came home hoping for a little bit of peace, some time to get my thoughts back in order. All I wanted to do was sink back in to the old rhythem, and get on with life. There are things that I want to forget about, and as soon as possible. Even if I can't quite bring myself to destroy the pictures, or the notes or...anything, I'd rather not remember. Kind of contradictory of me, but I want the option to remember. Eventually. When it's not quite so raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Things here have...gone to hell in a handbasket. I've lost two doorknobs, and there's a dent the side of my palm in my car door. I figure it's only a matter of time before I pull some comic book stunt and knock my fridge through a wall or something. It's...insane. If I wasn't doing this stuff myself, I wouldn't believe it. I still don't know if I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>.001 -- back</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T23:52:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T23:52:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm back.</content>
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    <title>whoadamn @ 2009-02-13T01:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T08:06:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T05:57:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" align="center" width="538"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="498"&gt;&lt;font color="#dd4a6c" face="georgia" size="5"&gt;Quentin Dahlia Lordes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#F7F8F5" face="georgia" size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is there a chance?&lt;br /&gt;A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="498"&gt;&lt;font color="#dd4a6c" face="georgia" size="5"&gt;Details&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#F7F8F5" face="georgia" size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is there a chance you may change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we ashes and wine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="498" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" style="padding:10px;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia" size="2"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#dd4a6c"&gt;Positive Traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; friendly, intellignet, loyal, zen, self-aware, flexible, tolerant, patient, quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#dd4a6c"&gt;Negative Traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; shy around people who aren't her 'family', rarely shows negative emotions, reclusive, messy, can be overly passive, contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#dd4a6c"&gt;Strengths:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; knows everyone, good with children, keeping secrets, keeping the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#dd4a6c"&gt;Weaknesses:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; hair dye, flirting, keeping up with her shoes, crying girls, tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin's personality was very obviously shaped by her family. She was never quite as passionate as Vanessa, or as serious as Nate, or as bright as Alec. Instead, she was a bit of everything, and way more quiet about it. Quen has no problem fading in to the background. Despite her outward appearance, she doesn't mind it when people don't notice her. She loves large groups of people, especially in crowded areas where she can find herself a quiet corner and just observe. Rarely will she strike up conversation with a stranger. Outside of her family and their large cirlce of friends, Quen can be painfully shy. It's not so much that she'd intimidated by other people. She just doesn't want to waste anyone elses time. If someone comes to her, however, she'll gladly be social. Just don't expect much feedback. When it comes to conversation, she'd much rather listen than talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A born peacemaker, she can almost always manage, in her quiet way, to dissolve arguments. With such a huge family, that was definately a plus growing up. She has no problem mediating if someone comes to her with a problem, and will happily hand out advice to anyone. While it may not be as deep or profound as other people's (see: Nessa), it's sensible enough. Her typically calm state of minds lets her see all sorts of problems very clearly, and from every angle. She'll rarely pick a side if it comes to a fight (unless Nate is involved). It's more in her nature to talk to be the objective third party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, she prefers to keep things to herself, though not in the extreme that her brotehr does. The last thing she wants to do is be some sort of burden on her family. If she does have a problem, she'll usually mention it in passing to Hawthorne first. If he can't help her figure it out, she'll go to Nessa. Most of the time, she'd rather work things out on her own, though. Which is something she's very good at. Quentin spends a lot of time meditating, or playing her guitar, just thinking deep thoughts. One of her biggest goals in life is to stay at peace with herself. Because she works so hard at that, she has almost no temper. Some people's first impression is that she's cold and bland, but hat's not it at all. She's just...serene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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