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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 01:34:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 05:08:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hope we don&apos;t have school tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;2 class periods with mrs. santo? &lt;br /&gt;i will kill myself. &lt;br /&gt;this picture &amp; kaitlins phrases &lt;br /&gt;are the only thing that get me through SATprep. &lt;br /&gt;i personally think it&apos;s a spitting image of her&lt;br /&gt;...or should i say, SWALLOWING image. &lt;br /&gt;HAR HAR HAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b2/HXCPANDA/100_4229.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 01:07:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m just really happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;i got to stay home today thanks to my excellent fake sick skills. i basically just layed in my bed knitting &amp; drinking tea all day. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;later on, rob dropped me off chocolates and hit me in the chest with a snowball. but then had to run to his band practice. him &amp; mike called me from it later on and they made me happy. mike yelled at rob for not bringing him because he wanted to push me down my snow covered hill. :]&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m also halfway through chutting my hair right now. i like my new bangs. bwahoo!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dont know what i am doing this weekend. but it better be something fun.&lt;br /&gt;i need to finish my hXc-MAS shopping. i hope everybody likes their gifts.</description>
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  <lj:music>Q &amp; not U- so many animal calls</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 02:05:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tell the tweezer story</title>
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  <description>dunger&apos;s birthday. i gave him his card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drew crude pictures of mrs.santo with kaitlin today. and mocked her straight to her face. it may be rude, but i have never hated a teacher so much in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i developed some pictures. frank looks &quot;cool&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, we all(me,kelly,brenten,lou,mike,frank) piled into a tiny blue focus and went to brentens house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won&apos;t even begin to name all the things that happened. it was the most fun i&apos;ve had in a long time. i don&apos;t think there was more than a 30 second period that i wasn&apos;t dying of laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windell is cute. me and frank made a fort. haha we played freeze tag, and i owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came back here to an empty, fun-less house.&lt;br /&gt;idk what&apos;s up for tomorrow. i may go with all the guys to burger king to get the king kong whopper, and then head over to the movies to see King Kong. who knows. hopefully brenten&apos;s car will be up and able to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for this weekend? anybody?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 03:49:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ya fired!</title>
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  <description>i am not going out with frank.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going out with darren.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going out with jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;stop asking me. and them.&lt;br /&gt;i have more guy friends than girl friends. get over it. god forbid i walk down the halls with one of my friends. if that qualifies two people as going out, then apparently i&apos;m going out with an entire lunch table. and gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim tiger tried to take the ball off my lip ring. it wouldn&apos;t come off. so i have to wait until he gives me his clamp. boo. i want to switch this thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is dunger&apos;s birthday. i made him a card. and it&apos;s possible all the guys + me,kelly &amp; maybe carrie? will celebrate at brentens house because apparently he has like, a 16 foot christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hung a decoration with andrew. &amp; i like him a whole lot :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven&apos;t seen my scene boys in forever. they&apos;re going to hate me for calling them that. i should call them. perhaps we can play at their next show. or hit up walmart in the wee hours of morning. i lovvvve doing that. and i havent in awhile. maybe we&apos;ll get taco bell. i just found out today about the body being found in that taco bell. i knew it was closed, but i didnt know that was why. they were obviously framed. nothing as good &amp; pure as taco bell could have been the cause of that. although, it does make me think, i&apos;m glad i&apos;ve always gone to the one on dolsen.</description>
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  <lj:music>piebald- just a simple plan</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 04:42:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>omg, she touched my arm. i&apos;m so cool!!</title>
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  <description>despite my previous entry, today was a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m marrying andrew. that&apos;s all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i think what cheered me up tonight, were the picture that nicole sent me last night while we were busy not sleeping or doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/nyctrip1and2012.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/nyctrip1and2011.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/nyctrip1and2009.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/nyctrip1and2008.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/nyctrip1and2007.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/nyctrip1and2001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/boop4.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/abcnkday1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/66a59127.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/383cdb9e.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/4abe3198.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/1f32c8b1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/3ac468e2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/0f10396b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were there for any of the above days, you&apos;re probably awesome. and i probably like you a whole lot. cmntfgtz!</description>
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  <lj:music>reggie and the full effect</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 21:53:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>stop using the word &quot;love&quot; as a way to make you, and your half ass relationship seem superior to others. the reality is that 90% of you will wind up separated in the end, and you&apos;ll be with another person that you so called, &quot;love&quot;. people throw that word around as if you were saying that you&apos;re hungry. you set your walls up with a false sense of security, and are spoon fed lies about being loved. some of you are probably reading this as you think to yourself how bitter i am. well sorry, but i&apos;m not bitter. just annoyed. i never have, and i never will throw that word around, because in time, it loses its meaning. it seems that many things are losing their meaning. &amp; it just makes me feel even emptier and more confused than before. how&apos;s that for teen angst, eh?</description>
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  <lj:music>the black dahlia murder- funeral thirst</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 02:56:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this is long. you probably won&apos;t read it all. i don&apos;t blame you.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Amy&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthdate: october 20, 1989&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: somewhere in white plains&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: nowhere you&apos;d wanna be&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: blue. i think..&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: brown &amp; blonde&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5 foot 6?&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: rightyy&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: libra&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or Taken?: single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: french, canadian, lithuanian, polish&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: my lime green vans&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: weakness? pshh, what is that?&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: spiders :X&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: barbecue chicken. yumm&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you&apos;d like to achieve: uh, win OVA this year. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase: i do what i want&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: i never sleep. so there is no waking up.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: how can i pick just one? i&apos;m so good looking...(yeah okay amy.)&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: never&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: last winter break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: mountain dew&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald&apos;s or Burger King: taco bell&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or Relationship: im not much of the relationship type.&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: puma&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: arizona&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: occasionally&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: yep&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: unless i&apos;m sick&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): of course&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: i guess&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: eh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: eventually i guess&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: sure, why not&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: no way&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you&apos;re attractive: let&apos;s be honest here. i&apos;m pretty much the best looking person to ever exist(once again, okay amy.)&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you&apos;re a health freak: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: very rarely&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: yes. i love em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: i&apos;ve done buckets of cocaine &amp; smoked fields of weed&lt;br /&gt;-- Had Sex: uh, personal?&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: ask your mom (har har har)&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: do people actually go on dates?&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall?: unfortunately. and i was hit by a hairy man carrying a large box.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: no. sushi. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: yea. but only during photo with the boys&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: no:[&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: um, its fucking december. so yes..&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever..&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: of course&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, was it mixed company: yes. all girls is kind of lesbianish&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught &quot;doing something&quot;: surprisingly, no.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: tease(r)?: yes. and it&apos;s not true.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: i fuck bitches up.&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: yea&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: i&apos;ve changed over a guy once. never again. you hear me? never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: i dont really know&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: i want 4. alexis, jaden, blair, &amp; idk. i&apos;ll figure it out when the last one pops out.&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your dream wedding: in the night on a beach. weee!!&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: i think i&apos;d like to be shot. maybe running to a car, and as i&apos;m about to dive in, 6 shots straight to the chest, as i urge the others to go on without me. that&apos;d be pretty badass. like me.&lt;br /&gt;--Where you want to go to college: california&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: no clue.&lt;br /&gt;-- What country(ies) would you most like to visit: australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: nobody&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that I own: idk. a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercing: well, ears dont really sount, so i guess 1.&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? like, 4&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: 3. all from when i ran through a glass door. i was a smart kid back in the day.  also superhuman apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person...&lt;br /&gt;You touched? jimothy&lt;br /&gt;You talked to? ky guy&lt;br /&gt;You hugged? ky guy&lt;br /&gt;You instant messaged? kellayy&lt;br /&gt;You kissed? :]&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at? my bunny after she humped my arm. ewwy.&lt;br /&gt;You laughed with? kellayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: michaels alexisonfire shirt &amp; my green pjs.&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: like i have to pee. if that&apos;s a mood?&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: chocolate covered jelly rings!!!&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair: umm, my own?&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance: my wrinkled clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Current Smell: heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Current thing you ought to be doing: probably painting&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop Picture: rob dobi&apos;s ad for beloved&apos;s kiss it goodbye tour with btbam &amp; glasscasket&lt;br /&gt;Current Favorite Group: dunno. but kanye is muh boii if that counts for anything&lt;br /&gt;Current Book: i should start reading more&lt;br /&gt;Current DVD In Player: requiem for a dream&lt;br /&gt;Current Refreshment: yay for cream soda!&lt;br /&gt;Current Worry: if i&apos;m going to pee my pants or not because i really have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;Current Crush: more like, who is crushing on me. ah yea.&lt;br /&gt;Current Favorite Celebrity: i enjoy dane cook a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite...&lt;br /&gt;{x} Food: everything. except for things i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Drink: i enjoy a tall, cold, mountain dew&lt;br /&gt;{x} Color/shade: i like lime green. and pink. together.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Shoes: i like my pumas. and aspen boots. ooh, aspen boots&lt;br /&gt;{x} Candy: gummi bears!!!&lt;br /&gt;{x} Movie: elephant, requiem for a dream, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;br /&gt;{x} Vegetable: anything that doesnt taste like a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;{x} Fruit: kiwi&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On preferences...&lt;br /&gt;{x} Chocolate milk or hot chocolate? hot chocolate. unless i want to blow bubbles. in which case, chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;{x} Marry the perfect lover or the perfect friend? thats a really hard one. i want them both.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Sweet or sour? sweet&lt;br /&gt;{x} Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? i havent drank either in a long time. i dont even remember. oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Sappy/action/comedy/horror? comedy or horror. and i kind oflike action too. and sappy is ok in small doses. idk, look at my movies and decide.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Cool Ranch or Nacho Cheese? nacho cheese&lt;br /&gt;{x} Mud or Jell-O wrestling? jell-o i guess.&lt;br /&gt;{x} With or without ice-cubes? without&lt;br /&gt;{x} Shine or rain? snow!&lt;br /&gt;{x} Winter/Summer/Fall/Spring? i dont really like spring. and fall is alright. either summer or winter&lt;br /&gt;{x} Eyes open or closed? closed&lt;br /&gt;{x} Fly or breathe under water? fly&lt;br /&gt;{x} Bunk-bed or waterbed? waterbed!!&lt;br /&gt;{x} Chewing gum or hard candy? chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;{x} Motor boat or sailboat? motorboat&lt;br /&gt;{x} Lights on or off? off&lt;br /&gt;{x} Chicken or fish? chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s your favorite:&lt;br /&gt;{x} Number?: 13&lt;br /&gt;{x} Holiday?: christmassss&lt;br /&gt;{x} Place?: as of now, rhode island&lt;br /&gt;{x} Flower?: poppys&lt;br /&gt;{x} Scent?: him :]&lt;br /&gt;{x} If you could be anywhere, where would you be?: with my buddypants driving around&lt;br /&gt;{x} What would you be doing?: um, having fun?&lt;br /&gt;{x} What are you listening to?: the bled&lt;br /&gt;{x} Can you do anything freakish with your body?: my legs are actually really flexible. like, put them behind my back flexible. but thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Do you have a favorite animal?: i like koalas &amp; pandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you/are you/do you....&lt;br /&gt;{x} Considered a life of crime?: hahah yes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Considered being a hooker?: nah&lt;br /&gt;{x} Considered being a pimp?: no thanks&lt;br /&gt;{x} Are you psycho?: i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;{x} Split personalities?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Schizophrenic?: same question. technically, no.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Obsessive?: over some things&lt;br /&gt;{x} Obsessive compulsive?: no&lt;br /&gt;{x} Panic?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Anxiety?: yes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Depressed?: it goes in and out&lt;br /&gt;{x} Suicidal?: not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;{x} Obsessed with hate?: never&lt;br /&gt;{x} Dream of mutilated bodies, blood, death, and gore?: sometimes scary men chase me around large house flying around with knives in their hand. but usually we end up being friends in the end.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing?: i punched a kid in the face and broke his nose in a dream once.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Understanding: yes i am&lt;br /&gt;{x} Open-minded: yeah&lt;br /&gt;{x} Arrogant: i wouldnt say so&lt;br /&gt;{x} Insecure: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Interesting: eh, idk&lt;br /&gt;{x} Hungry: always&lt;br /&gt;{x} Friendly: usually&lt;br /&gt;{x} Smart: about some things&lt;br /&gt;{x} Moody: occasionally&lt;br /&gt;{x} Childish: no, not really. only if i feel like it&lt;br /&gt;{x} Independent: i guess&lt;br /&gt;{x} Hard working: no, im pretty lazy&lt;br /&gt;{x} Organized: never&lt;br /&gt;{x} Healthy: nope&lt;br /&gt;{x} Emotionally Stable: to a point&lt;br /&gt;{x} Shy: no, not really&lt;br /&gt;{x} Difficult: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Attractive: not at all&lt;br /&gt;{x} Bored Easily: oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Thirsty: all the time&lt;br /&gt;{x} Talkative: you bet&lt;br /&gt;{x} Different: one persons different may be another&apos;s same&lt;br /&gt;{x} Unique: you can only be so unique from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;{x} Lonely: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;{x} Color your hair?: yay for hair coloring!&lt;br /&gt;{x} Have a boyfriend?: no thanks&lt;br /&gt;{x} Floss daily?: almost never&lt;br /&gt;{x} Own a webcam?: nope&lt;br /&gt;{x} Ever get off the damn computer?: not unless i have something better to do &lt;br /&gt;{x} Habla espanol?: je peux parler francais un peu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC: favorite?&lt;br /&gt;{x} band: thats too hard of a question&lt;br /&gt;{x} song: dont have one&lt;br /&gt;{x} seen anyone in concert? yep&lt;br /&gt;{x} type of music: lately i&apos;ve been dancing to electronica. but i wouldn&apos;t say it&apos;s my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider...&lt;br /&gt;{x} tattoos? yep&lt;br /&gt;{x} peircings? already have one, and getting more&lt;br /&gt;{x} being in a garage band? i dont play anything. unless this said band needed someone to play the tambourine. in which case, count me in&lt;br /&gt;{x} crowd surfing/moshing? um, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;{x} dying hair color not found in nature? i&apos;m about to&lt;br /&gt;{x} suicide? no&lt;br /&gt;{x} murdering someone: i dont have the guts&lt;br /&gt;{x} being in a school band?: i was up until grade 5. first chair saxophone bitches&lt;br /&gt;{x} doing dumb stunts for a camera?: i have before&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 22:54:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hey Dude! i used to watch that show alllllllllll the time!!!</title>
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  <description>so i went shopping with kelly today. well, she went shopping. i didnt feel like buying other people gifts. so i bought myself chocolates. anyway, we got there and went to the food court. where kelly &lt;strike&gt;cock&lt;/strike&gt;vagina blocked me. goodbye green hatted man with the snakebites:[ anyway, kelly did her shopping, i bought chocolate, and then we saw charlie walking. awkward. we saw him a few more times and then went into borders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let me just say, i am a fucking idiot. every word that comes out of my mouth is poop. well, at least whenever i see chris. i met chris a couple times before this. once at ashley&apos;s sweet 16, and another time at the art show, and i&apos;ve run into him a few other times. anyway, tim tiger comes up to me while we&apos;re in the art section looking for books, and he&apos;s with chris. we were talking for a bit. and everything was going fine. and then i have to open my big mouth and and say something completely idiotic. i&apos;m retarted. i should never be allowed to talk ever again. everyone laughed at me and i wanted to hide behind the psychology book shelf. whatever, embarassing myself and not being embarassed about it is what i do. so it&apos;s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, then me and kelly went into so nice, and ran into mrs.mcCarthy &amp; erin. and after shopping around for awhile, we went over with them so kelly could say hi to charlie. ummm, awkward. he didnt even look at her. i felt bad because she has to work up the courage to say hi to him. after that, we left. and now i&apos;m here. wooo.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2005 23:29:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my first sex teacher</title>
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  <description>so today was the photography trip to nyc.&lt;br /&gt;our group included myself, kelly, nicole, monica, beth, darren, frank, brenten, joe, john, lou, &amp; andrew. although tara tagged along with us. the bus ride there was pretty much boring. because us girls were in the back while the boys were up front. i basically listened to my ipod the whole time. when we got there, we decided we wanted to ditch everyone else, so instead of going to the tree, went our own way. took some photos, got separated from some people, blah blah blah. i pretty much walked with frank the whole time taking pictures. we went to the trump towers to get the picture that we needed, and i almost peed myself. every 10 seconds, darren would shout down &quot;YOU&apos;RE FIRED!&quot; but it was more like, &quot;fiyad&quot; in his donald trump voice. omg. thank god i has already peed. or water wouldn&apos;t have been the only thing trickling down the fountain walls. we got a couple of random strangers to take pictures with us. i&apos;m pretty sure they were from another country, bc they had funny voices. anyway, i got some starbucks and then we all decided we were hungry. but some of the boys had already eaten. so me, nicole, kelly, beth, tara, monica, john, joe &amp; andrew went to some pizza place to eat. it was really good. i dont care how dirty it was. on our way out, i hit my head on a plant, and knocked it off the shelf. &amp; that was the topic of conversation for the rest of the day. we also found a dead bat outside. and went into a church. basically, we spent the whole day photoshooting &amp; laughing in the cold, and it was great. if i could live anywhere in the world, it would be california. but if california didnt exist, it would be nyc. hands down. i like being able to pus hthrough large crowds and constantly having to check that nobody is stealing something out of my bag. &amp; i like the smell of toxins floating through the air &amp; homeless no toothed men shouting nonsense from under large gray blankets. but most of all, i liked the fact that apart from louie, i was the only one that knew where anything was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group was amazing. i&apos;m just one of the guys. it&apos;s cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nyconeoftheguys.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rode the bus to the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nyconthebusmemonica.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to get pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nycpizzaplaceincity1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way out found a dead bat :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nycinstreetwithshoes.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we roamed the streets of manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nycinstreet2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we froze our little butts off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nyconthestreetwindy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we made sure to photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nyc1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then we had to run to the bus after stopping in a ghetto bathroom to buy gummi bears. but still made time to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nycrandom.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride home was filled with ipod porn &amp; mackin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nycbusridehome.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this picture explains what me and beth did all day :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/aimeenikole/nycwalkinginline.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 20:41:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>abuse you, use you.</title>
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  <description>hmmm yeah. last night was such a dissapointment. there was no snow. today was kind of weird. i couldn&apos;t decide whether i was in a really good, or really bad mood. &lt;br /&gt;i felt like killing myself in first period. i was so tired because i got basically no sleep the night before. &lt;br /&gt;second period was fun. in the dark room darren &amp; frank decided they were going to sit on the shelf against the wall. pretty soon, mike riepma had joined them. and soon after, i was invited to join the pile. and after i got on, pete orlando also climbed aboard. but then darren started saying that his leg was hurting, so we all jumped off.&lt;br /&gt;during 4th period, i chatted with mike lang &amp; kelly. &amp; kaitlin gave me health pamphlets about absitence &amp; drug abuse. blah blah 5th. &lt;br /&gt;then lunch where i screamed at the &quot;ghetto&quot; table. i&apos;m sorry, but they were being fucking stupid. they think it&apos;s funny to be immature freshman &amp; sophomores, even some of them juniors &amp; seniors, and throw french fries around the room. it was just a slight annoyance until nick ohanrahan hit me in the back with one of them. so i screamed at them. i kind of liked it. the whole cafeteria went quiet. i&apos;m awesome. hey, at least they stopped throwing them after that. &lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was pretty much boring. but my throat hurts a whole lot, and my nose is stuffed up &amp; my head feels like it&apos;s going to just roll right off of my shoulders. but other than that, im perfect!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 02:08:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the one thing that i hate more than anything in this world, is when i&apos;m lied to. you can ask anyone that i have ever ended a friendship with, and they will say it was because they lied to me. &lt;br /&gt;but i&apos;ve got to go now. because i have to be busy blowing people off that have been there for me, to hang out with people who are fake fucks instead.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m just letting you know that you actually really hurt my feelings this time around. as lame as that sounds.</description>
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  <lj:music>same as yesterday</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 03:14:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hey! what size dress does your dad wear!?</title>
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  <description>i got set straight today. &lt;br /&gt;being yelled at by an exbeau isn&apos;t all that fun. but it makes you realize whether or not you&apos;re being a complete idiot or not. &amp; i kind of was. no, not kind of, i was. i really shouldn&apos;t put so much effort into things that won&apos;t matter in the end. the truth is that people grow apart, and you won&apos;t remain friends with everyone that&apos;s in your life. and that sucks, but there&apos;s really nothing i can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so laid back. and now i overreact over nothing. this makes me think of that night during the summer when kelly told me that my worst trait was that i overreact too much. &amp; i get hung up on things. carrie said i was too much of a whore. haha. but it&apos;s true. (the overreacting part, not the whore one.)&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve passed up far too many good things &amp; people for nothing. basically, i&apos;m changing back to the way i used to be. not the crack addict recluse that i&apos;ve become. except i won&apos;t wear boy pants &amp; i&apos;ll wear more than black. haha goth days. ridiculous. never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my day. it ended on a good note with an old friend of mine. rekindling old flames. i mean friends.</description>
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  <lj:music>as cities burn- the widow</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2005 23:04:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>that&apos;s my sister you sicko</title>
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  <description>yesterday i went to school like normal. &amp; then afterwards went to the city with emily and jimmy. we drove down there in jimmy&apos;s car listening to jesse mccartney and kanye. it was a lot of fun. when we got there, we went straight to fashion ave. and looked around in stores. then we went over to sephora on broadway &amp; got some makeup. after that we went to a few more stores looking for boots, hats, and mittens. but we were unsuccessful. then we went to a ghetto pizza place and made friends with some nyc thugs. after that we went to the show. it was really good. i highly recommend it to those who havent seen it. afterwards, jimmy bought me a hat and we went back to the car and then drove around figuring out where we wanted to go. we found a parking spot by zanzibar and walked around. we were stopped by a guy named yorel selling cds. he was such a nice guy, that i had to buy one. i&apos;m a fool, i know, but it was freezing and he was nice. then we went to virgin records and i bought a few cds and my sis bought a book. then we went to the hard rock cafe. where i met the love of my life on the way to the bathroom. by this time, it was like 2AM, and i looked like hell, but he said that i looked stunning, and that my outfit was really unique. after a really quick chat, i ran to the bathroom bc i had to pee really bad. if it wasnt for my damn bladder, we probably would have gotten married. afterwards, we went back to the car after a few more run ins with some people and drove home listening to yorel&apos;s cd. got home and went to bed around 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started off really well. i was in a really good mood and i thought &quot;wow. today is going to be a really good day.&quot; well, i should have known, i&apos;m not that fucking lucky. i&apos;m tired of being lied to by everyone. and i&apos;m tired of people that i don&apos;t even know, or have ever spoken to, talking about me, &amp; knowing every little detail of my life. &amp; most of all, i&apos;m sick of failed friendships. i guess i&apos;m just a really hard person to remain friends with. whatever, i&apos;m not changing for anyone, and if that means that i&apos;ll end up alone, then oh well.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i&apos;m just one person. there&apos;s really nothing all that great or interesting about me. everyone that applies to the above could obviously live without me. so basically what i&apos;m saying is, thanks, but bye. eh, forget the thanks. just, bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2005 22:08:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c378/amegeddon/10.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;FRIENDS ONLY. ADD ME &amp;&amp; ALL THAT JAZZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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