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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 16:04:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>its like your playing games with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should have been more cautious of my friends warnings&lt;br /&gt;i kinda knew shit was to good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;atleast its not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;just a big disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah and fuck mrs applegate</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 00:55:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hey gwen ya should be a detective.&lt;br /&gt;look at more pictures of mine and figure out who im hookin up with&lt;br /&gt;cause obviously ya care that much&lt;br /&gt;ps. you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;go figure</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Mar 2006 03:19:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i love western movies.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 06:12:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i wish i knew where this was going, im not sure if i even want to.  I just know that were getting to the point of good or bad.  I&apos;m scared of the bad.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 07:06:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I want what happened in the movie elizabethtown to happen to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 03:05:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you liked: kinda&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy something: no&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick: i might be&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing: no&lt;br /&gt;5. Make out: no&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to an ex: no&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss someone: yeah&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Slept in your bed: babi&lt;br /&gt;11. Saw you cry: umm.. cant remember&lt;br /&gt;12. Made you cry: family&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to the movies with you: babi &amp; sal&lt;br /&gt;14. You went to the mall with: brian bear falcon&lt;br /&gt;15. Said &quot;I Love You&quot; to and meant it? depends on what kind of love&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a fight with your pet: dammit mojo&lt;br /&gt;17. Been to California: no&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to Mexico: no&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Canada: yeah&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to Europe: no&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on someone: si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What book are you reading now: da vinci code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Best feeling in the world: lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Future kids names: non existant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What&apos;s under your bed: so many empty bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sports to watch: soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Pets names: mojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Piercing/Tattoos: ears, nose, eyebrow, clovers on hips, dali elephants on the beck of my ankles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you most scared of right now: being lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where do you want to get married? i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who do you really hate? true meaning of hate no one, i wanna murda a few kids though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have a job? hollywood video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like being around people? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever liked someone u didn&apos;t have a chance with?: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever cried: shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you lonely right now: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Song that&apos;s stuck in in your head: memory from the musical cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Gotten beaten up: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What are you wearing?: pjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Been on radio/TV: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Been in a mosh-pit: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever liked someone who treated you like shit? yeah lol</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 22:58:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;frig&lt;b&gt;    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (frg)&lt;br /&gt;v. Vulgar Slang frigged, frig·ging, frigs &lt;br /&gt;v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;To have sexual intercourse with. &lt;br /&gt;To perform an act of masturbation on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 18:50:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Mother fucking &quot;a&quot; key.  Keep stickin and you&apos;ll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on drinkin&apos;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m snowed in with no booze.  This is not good.  Not good at all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 00:02:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I havent spent a valentines day with a boy since 6th grade.  Unless someone asks me to spend it with them, im probably going to see my grandma.  its not like i want to spend valentines day with any guy from jersey anyway.  what am i saying i think valentines day is dumb anyway, if yer not getting laid or fed fatty foods whats the use?  love. you dont need a holiday to express that</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 11:45:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>2 cups of coffee + little lexi = no way in hell im sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mother Fucker&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 11:08:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>don&apos;t let the forest grow over that path you came there by. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sitting here having yet another sleepless night, my mind goes wild in thought and realization.  I’m thinking about how much I’ve change since I started high school.  I was ready to give up on education, family, love, and life.  Sometime in August of 03’ was it?  Bishop Verot High School.  Its almost unreal to think I’m the same person.  But I can’t even say I am, because I’m not at all.  I have the same name, social security number, and birth certificate, yes this all is true, but there is no way in hell that I am the same person I was freshman year.  I used to look at change and take it as something horrible and honestly frightful, but for the first time I’m confident enough to put it in words that I’m okay with change.  Change is the very producer of life.  You can’t honestly say your living your life unless you introduce such changes to it every “now and then”.  And yes, a lousy fucking handful of this “change” is detestable to say the very least, but its what makes us human.  The basis of life is connected to mere dynamics.  You love, you loose, you gain, you stumble,  you get up, you fall, get up, and fall again even harder… its life.  And to give up on it, isn’t just showing that you are giving up on yourself, its letting every enemy you have know that they defeated you.  Its letting everyone that cares for you down.  And all because of change.  A word that rolls of a tongue as its nothing, but realistically its everything.  Something that can be explained so easily yet its true affects can’t be viewed as anything but catastrophic yet nativity.  Its quiet astounding when truly given a fair amount of thought.  But it is what it is.  And once accepted, it feels a burden is perhaps, lifted.  I’ve changed for the better. And as I say that with dignity, I&apos;ll never forget who I was, where I came from,what I went through or what once was.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 10:08:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so im pretty fucking happy i just checked my grandes for the first time since december. Looks like second marking period chances are im making the honor roll again.  are you aware i havent been in school since december and my grades are still kick ass. holy shit im soooo excited right now.  i got a b in mr. cookes class even though i only did 3 assingments, and aparently they no longer put me down as a medical excuse.. now im bedside intruction.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 06:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I miss having someone care about me. I miss meaning something to someone.  I miss telling my feelings to someone oppssed to a stupid livejournal.  I wish my well being mattered.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 04:21:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Tonight I rode my bike to the side of 208 back behind some factories.  I dropped my bike layed on the hill and for every truck that passed I took a sip of Mikes Hard.  If the truck was a double extention I took two sips.  I was listening to Bob Dylan, and laying under the moon just thinking.  This is life.  Life is from now on whatever I make of it. For 30 minutes every worry &amp; trouble stopped burdening my thoughts.  I was just laying on my back letting the music travel through each open passage-way of my brain.  It was like I left Jersey to go someplace worthy of being almost sacred.  I was no longer sitting on top of a simple hill over looking a mere highway.  I was somewhere free of worry.  I was a free soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laugh all you want i&apos;ll just keep drinking)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 06:01:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>from now on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;Breath deep&lt;br /&gt;Speak out&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Be brave&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Make a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a fucking bike today!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>ditty bops</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 15:33:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>if u read my fucking entrys in school again dont let the harsh reality of public education blind u from one important life threatning fact.. I AM SLEEPNG AT 10 AM    DO NOT SEND ME YOUR TEXT MESSAGES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you but christ&amp;hearts;  im going back to bed now</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 08:33:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Every night i listen to music while reading lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m trying to find the meaning of my life in a song.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever find that song, I&apos;ll never let it go.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 05:06:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel worthless and dull.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be doing something amazing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in colorado.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to settle with a simple everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something that is worth putting everything on the line.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life to the fullest and take advantage of every opertunity that comes my way.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 03:49:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I just realized I&apos;ve been dating my friend guy for 4 years now, ever since 8th grade haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flatout15: my best girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Flatout15: i mean we r still going out&lt;br /&gt;F eeeeeeee G: forever!!&lt;br /&gt;F eeeeeeee G: we are we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha inside joke, lets just say we never broke up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 03:43:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Note to self:  STOP OVER ANALYZING THINGS! I&apos;M ONLY FUCKING MYSELF OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get down to florida soon.  Lightbulb pops into head. Hey candice what are you doing over febuary break!?&lt;br /&gt;Abby you might have reason to be excited...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2006 08:13:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;Mother Fucker...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully no one saw that entry!&lt;br /&gt;If you did, forget it haha Im just an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this music makes me all cruddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Come mothers and fathers&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the land&lt;br /&gt;And don&apos;t criticize&lt;br /&gt;What you can&apos;t understand&lt;br /&gt;Your sons and your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Are beyond your command&lt;br /&gt;Your old road is&lt;br /&gt;Rapidly agin&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;Please get out of the new one&lt;br /&gt;If you can&apos;t lend your hand&lt;br /&gt;For the times they are a-changin&apos;.&quot;&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 17:34:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Lifes seems so perfect lately.&lt;br /&gt;I know something going to fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gonna fuck up bad.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 03:23:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>thisxbrokenxcity: you wear the pants in the relationship lexi&lt;br /&gt;F eeeeeeee G: i do!&lt;br /&gt;thisxbrokenxcity: very little pants at that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks vinn for always making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;WERE WATCHING A HILARY DUFF MOVIE SOON!&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school again today haha, idk i felt like sleeping and my dad doesnt care enough to make me go, if i knew i would probably be fucking myself over i would definatly drop out get my GED and go to culinary school a year early.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 07:47:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so satisfyed with how my life has completly turned around.  After this weekend I am so content. I&apos;m not letting certian things bring me down or upset the way im feeling.  Don&apos;t take this as an asshole thing to say( but if you do then thats fine), but i&apos;m going to be putting myself before others for once.  I&apos;m sick of people expecting so much from me, and im sick of taking peoples shit.  Its not worth it when i&apos;m not happy.  I&apos;m not saying that i dont care about other people, because i do, probably too much but i need to make sure that I&apos;m okay no matter what.  The infected fuck really made me think when she told me that one of the most important things in life is to love yourself.  And as dorky as that sounds, its so true.  Bleh i really need some sleep so i&apos;ll wrap this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completly sold out.  &lt;br /&gt;Most adorable boy!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him &amp; candice.&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Even worse school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;SLC Punk and sleep now. night&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 04:41:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>FUCK BOOTON</description>
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