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    <title>xdpeachx @ 2006-05-27T22:44:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; journal is now friends ONLY &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>xdpeachx @ 2005-01-02T22:59:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know you're greek when...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;br&gt;You have a cousin called Jim.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You say "sick" every thirty seconds&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are no such things as a girl - there's only "chicks"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wear or at least own a gold chunky bracelet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garlic is considered a main meal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olive oil is like a drug - you can't survive without it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know half your relatives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have a wedding at least twice a year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An uncle's wife's third cousin relates you to a friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You or at least most of your uncles own a spit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You wear sunglasses at night and consider it normal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is no five o'clock shadow - it's a five o'clock beard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You consider soccer the eighth wonder of the world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your cheeks receive their weekly work out every time you visit an aunt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have a shrine dedicated to Diego Maradona&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your last name ends with: s, opolous, os, as, or is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your last name consists of the entire alphabet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have a relation called Maria, Mario or Michael, Con, George or Bill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You tell your parents you're seeing someone and they start sending out wedding invitations.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're home an hour late and you're already listed as a missing person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You're Dad has those old Greek tapes in the car, and plays them on family drives. Especially in the vicinity of attractive members of the opposite sex.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You break a leg, and your grandmother thinks your life is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell your parents you're having a party. They buy out the whole supermarket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter if people can't hear what you're talking about - you talk so much with your hands that people know what you're on about anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You go to a wedding, and take a fancy to one of the guests. Later you discover that the guest is somehow related to you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go to a wedding, and are introduced to cousins that you never knew existed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As far as you're concerned, there's only one sporting goods company - Adidas&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell your mother you're not hungry and she thinks you have an eating disorder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can distinguish between kefalotiri and kefalograviera (Cheeses.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You're an adult and are forced to be with your family at 12 midnight on New Year's eve&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Upon meeting another Greek, one of your first questions is, "What church do you go to?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your grandmother / mother / aunt has a miracle cure for everything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're a girl, your mother still tries to put those pony tail holders with the BIG plastic balls on the end on your hair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you're a guy, your mother still tries to make you wear that super frilly dress shirt with that huge bow tie, because it looked so cute when you were 7.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can name any or all of the gods on Mount Olympus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mother or father still feels the need to tell you, "katse kala" in public (Katsa Kala = Sit nicely)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have ever been hit with a pandofla (Pandofla = slipper)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can dance kalamatiano, tsiamiko, zebetiko without music&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You go to church picnics pretending you're there for reasons other than to check up / gossip about other Greeks&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You or a family member has been photographed with a donkey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are familiar with the phrase, "Sto leo yia to kalo sou"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have one or more of those porcelain figurines in your house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have ever broken one of those porcelain figurines and your mother still hasn't forgiven you for it&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your parents make up the name of a street / store / TV show because they couldn't remember it or they couldn't pronounce it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You still get scared when you hear the name "Baboola" (Boogeyman. =P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Upon meeting another Greek you try to find out what village they're from&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You or a family member wears their Sunday best to go to the laundromat or grocery shopping&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You were spanked by your friend's parents because your parents gave them permission to&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go to a wedding or a baptism and complain about the food, but are the first one to ask for a "to go" plate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know someone who always feels the need to point out how much something they bought costs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have a bottle of OUZO in your house right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have ever been threatened to be eaten by the mavro / baboola / yero / pontiki when you were little&lt;/em&gt; (Ok, we'll leave out the first one, but the rest is Boogeyman/Old Person/Mouse.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone in your family owns any type of restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your family inheritance includes olive trees&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your entire house is a needlepoint warehouse&lt;/p&gt;
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