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  <title>Marissa Michelle</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 16:11:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>AHHH</title>
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  <description>So I haven&apos;t posted in a whil.e I guess I have not had anything to say. well... i might have but now I NEED to vent. You see, my mom is becomeing depressed. And It&apos;s like living alone or with a sick person. I have to be forcefully happy at all times, I&apos;ve been cooking for myself because she barely comes out of her room and I dunno. I feel terrible but its just so agrivating, you know? HWatever. maybe i&apos;ll start writing again. and hopefully i&apos;ll be happier when i post next.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 22:26:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yeah....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So I&apos;ve been kinda busy and I haven&apos;t really felt like writing. But I&apos;m extremely tired and i just NEED to write something somewhere right now. So my Florida trip has come and gone. I loved every second of it. (ok, maybe not the parts on the bus when we couldn&apos;t sleep((or the car sickness(((ok... so maybe there were a few things)))))) Whatever... my point is that I am now in LAS VEGAS! ha! All you suckers where it&apos;s cold. I&apos;M tanning today and boating all weekend. :-P heh heh heh. So... I saw Sweeney Todd last night. I expected gore. I expected death. I expected singing. I even knew that all the people in the cast except joanna, the sailor and one other person (now i know its the little boy) to die. I was briefed on the basic finer points of the plot even. What I did not expect was to spend 10 minutes after the movie was over bawling my eyes out. It has to have been one of the saddest things I have ever seen. I haven&apos;t gotten much sleep lately, which might contribute to my emotional breakdown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Club has started again. I&apos;m Actor 11 in The Auditioners. Thats right. I have to memorize a monologue in another language and then do another monologue in complete mime. I&apos;m in love with my part. lol. Well... I think we&apos;re going to be heading for a restaurant in this little square place. Then we&apos;re gonna go to Zion. (I think thats how you spell it ((i mean, we&apos;re gonna go in a couple days...))) Good night. Wait... I mean good bye!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:57:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Very Strange Story</title>
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  <description>Here is the very strange story I wrote during Biology last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;The Wonderful Biology Story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Marissa&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl who was extremely bored. The people said some crap to her in an annoyed tone so she felt very mad. She tried to get out her anger by writing and it was actually working. But it might have been the fact that everyone stopped talking so it helped her headache. She really should have been paying attention in class but she didnt feel like it because biology is a simple class. She wanted to go read her book very badly. It was a very good book about a girl who was locked in a tower. She recently escaped and ran away with her maid who was the actual narrator of the story. But the girl already read the end of the story so she wasn&apos;t worried. Although, one time she read the ending in advance and was still completely shocked and saddened by how that ending was reached. She went into a state of emotional depression. She really didnt want to pay attention to her teached but she did realize that she should be listening to her class. She also wanted to go home and watched Bewitched, one of her favorite television shows. Her absolute favorite was Kyle XY but the next episode did not come out until the next day. She was getting aggravated with the people in her classroom again but writing was helping. She was very glad. And yet not. She was rambling. She liked horses. The day before she rode a horse named Star. This horse launched jumps so the girl was very scared. But after the horse launched a few jumps the girl learned what she was doing wrong and fixed it. Once she did that she really enjoyed jumping the horse. She wished she could ride the horse again. She was running out of room on her paper and she had a worksheet to complete for class. And she lived happily for at least the next minute. The End.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:17:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>He he he! :*) &amp;lt;-- Blushing</title>
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  <description>Ok, so I&apos;ve been digging though my computers old files looking for some crap&amp;nbsp;I wrote for English when I found this... my old attempt at an online journal. Tell me what you think... was I more interesting then or now?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;I was reading a book the other day, you know, one of those in journal entry form? And I was like, gosh, my life is just as &quot;exciting&quot; and who doesn&apos;t want to read about other people&apos;s business? So I decided to write about how much my life sux for all you wonderful people to read. &lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;2/13/07-&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today my mom had to work a double shift so after play rehearsal (Fiddler of the Roof) I got a ride home and got the whole house to my self!!!! I love it when that happens. Cause, to those of you who don’t know I live alone with my mom. Anyways, for tonight’s dinner I&apos;m eating (right as we speak) one of those Hungry Man dinners. I don’t know about you but those things are not HUGE. They&apos;re barely enough to fill me. When I first got it I was expecting the whole &quot;I ate a Hungry Man so I&apos;m never gonna be hungry again&quot; deal from the commercial. So when I opened up the HUGE box and found this scrawny thing I was like, &quot;What is this crap?&quot; Also, during English I wrote this totally sweet poem but we have to read them out loud and I feel really awkward reading it out loud because it&apos;s all about these two girl talking about guys they like. Its one of those two voicers, you know? But I am NOT reading it out loud so there goes my amazing poetry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;2/14/07-&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!! The guy I like doesn&apos;t know I like him so, yeah. I&apos;m in technology and I&apos;m listening to my ex-best friend whine. I guess I never really noticed how annoying she was. Wait, yes I did but I didn&apos;t care cause she can be really funny and really nice. But now she&apos;s singing really badly and I&apos;m like, wow I can&apos;t believe I was ever her friend. (Not because she sings bad but because she&apos;s really annoying. I don’t have anything against people who sing bad)So everyone is dressed up for Valentines Day but all I could do is paint my nails pink cause I had to wear my musical t-shirt. The guy I like is in our musical too so I get to talk to him there... but it’s not like the most amazing Valentines Day ever. My dad sent me a card and $10 gift card and I think he is the only one who&apos;s gonna buy me a present. Oh well, it&apos;s not like I bought anyone anything. Well, Have a Happy Valentines Day! &lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;2/15/07-&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really new today. There is this girl in the musical and she was acting like a total b**** but that’s ok cause I really don’t like her either. We had to write poems about paintings today in English. If I bring it home I&apos;ll write it down so you all can enjoy my wonderful masterpiece.... lol! Well, now I&apos;m sitting and eating baked beans. Beans are so weird... seriously. I mean humans eat the weirdest foods... artichokes? strange insides from pigs (hot dogs) its really gross when you stop to think about it. I&apos;m gonna go watch STAR WARS... tgtif!!!! &lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/16/07-&lt;br /&gt;I had to WALK to school today. I literally froze my *** off. We had to go SNOWSHOEING. So we walked around the school, got locked out, so we were all late for third period. I&apos;ll write more later after I am done with school, then I&apos;ll be in a better mood. tgif!&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/17/07-(Day one of insanity)&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my mom made me clean my room and while I was digging through the pile of junk on my shelf I came across a bag full of Jelly Beans. It was a birthday present from last summer, it was one of those cute bags, you know? Popcorn Jellybeans in a tin container shaped like one you&apos;d get at the movies. So I opened it and after dinner decided to try a few. I&apos;ve had popcorn Jelly Beans before so the extreme butter taste did not come as a surprise. I ate a handful then went to watch a movie. All of a sudden I hear my mom yelling. She&apos;s going on about how disgusting the jelly beans are, and I&apos;m like, they don’t bother me... and she said, &quot;Oh well.&quot; And then she threw them out! Talk about asking me what I want. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going insane. Today I grabbed a hammer and shoved it into my sleeve. I ran around hitting things (ex. the cat) and saying &quot;I&apos;m Edward Hammer Hand!&quot; Then my mom had to take it away. I swear I&apos;m not two, I just have some problems. I was saying, &quot;I&apos;ve lost it!&quot; (You know, like, I&apos;ve gone crazy?) Then I realized I&apos;ve never had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/18/07-Day two of insanity - Blue Day&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.neopets.com/~SNOOOOOOOWY&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #000099; TEXT-DECORATION: none; text-underline: none&quot;&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked=&quot;f&quot; filled=&quot;f&quot; path=&quot;m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe&quot; o:preferrelative=&quot;t&quot; o:spt=&quot;75&quot; coordsize=&quot;21600,21600&quot;&gt; &lt;v:stroke joinstyle=&quot;miter&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;sum @0 1 0&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;sum 0 0 @1&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;prod @2 1 2&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;prod @3 21600 pixelWidth&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;prod @3 21600 pixelHeight&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;sum @0 0 1&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;prod @6 1 2&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;prod @7 21600 pixelWidth&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;sum @8 21600 0&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;prod @7 21600 pixelHeight&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn=&quot;sum @10 21600 0&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path o:connecttype=&quot;rect&quot; gradientshapeok=&quot;t&quot; o:extrusionok=&quot;f&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio=&quot;t&quot; v:ext=&quot;edit&quot;&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape style=&quot;WIDTH: 75pt; HEIGHT: 75pt&quot; type=&quot;#_x0000_t75&quot; o:button=&quot;t&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;v:imagedata o:href=&quot;http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/4671/annaicon1wz3.jpg&quot; src=&quot;file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ALISAT~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I was lying on the floor and I had my legs in the air and I was begging for food when it hit me. No, not the hammer, the fact that that’s the reason I have no boyfriend. Which made me crack up and I looked even more pathetic. Oh, well. Last night I was like, No one is gonna see me all week so I painted my nails this nutso bright blue and called today blue day. So know I&apos;m wearing all blue and I&apos;m about to go read a blue book in my blue room.... you get the point. Anyways, &quot;Happy Blue Day!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 13:40:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Parallel Universes.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I seriously think I live in a few different parallel universes. I feel like a different person in each of them and the people who know me from one &quot;world&quot; are all weirded out when I start acting like I do somewhere else. And the people from one world dont believe I can act like I do when I am in the other world. Here&apos;s a list of my universes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom&apos;s World: my house and doing anything outside the house with my mother and her family.&lt;br /&gt;2. My Dad&apos;s World: Las Vegas, and anything with my dad and his family.&lt;br /&gt;3. School: anything with my friends in or around the school.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Barn: Anywhere near my barn or the people who go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started realizing the extremity of this thing a few years ago when I was in Vegas. I was in my room there (technically the spare room) and I was writing in my journal. All of a sudden I realized I couldn&apos;t remember what my mom looked like. It happens every time. Whenever I&apos;m not in that world I can&apos;t remember what people look like from there. Some worlds my brain makes seem much better than they really are and some I cannot remember why I even liked them in the first place. There is always a bit of remembering and carrying feelings from one world to the next in the beginning but after a while its seriously like I just entered a parallel universe. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:10:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Operettas and Emergencies.</title>
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  <description>So... lets start with last Saturday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our final performance of Into the Woods and most of the seniors were sobbing because it was their final operetta. Then, once we got rid of all the idiots who came to see us, we ran down to the costume room to pick out the most insane outfits. The guys all looked gay and the girls were wearing the most sequenty, sluttiest little outfits ever. The we went on stage with all the lights off and had a TDP!!! For those of you unfamiliar with the term TDP let me give you the dictionary version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDP: (noun) An abbreviation for Techno Dance Party. Something frequently participated in by the operetta cast of my school after our final Saturday performance. As in: I went to the TDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were on stage dancing to insane techno music with our black lights and fog machine when the fire alarm went off. So out we go; in our little baby outfits barely covering enough for the hottest day in Florida into the snow ridden parking lot. To keep warm we all huddled and did some more dancing. Luckily for us the man filming our show and after party got some excellent footage of us freezing our asses off and singing our own music to dance to. When we got back in the school we changed back into our normal clothes for the rest of the party and agreed that it was, without a doubt, the best TDP ever. We also made a lot of jokes how we probably will never have a TDP again, at least, not one with a fog/smoke machine. This one guy, Peter, was kidding around saying how it would be on the Discovery History Channel and one of those boring scientist dudes would be like &quot;The TDP became extinct in the year 2008....&quot; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... the cast party was AWESOME!!!!! but, I want to skip right to the next emergency.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were in Biology Lab and listening to our teacher drone on and on about Punnet Squares. The a voice came on the announcements telling us to evacuate the building immediately, following fire drill procedures. So out we go into the 23*F snow covered land. With no coats and many people in t-shirts. Some people were also in their gym clothes, shorts and a t-shirt. So we are huddling together for body warmth for around 20 minutes. Then they finally get the ok to send us across the street to the collage and get warm there. So me and my friends are all hugging and linking arms to keep ourselves warm. We ended up spending two hours sitting around in a room with about 50 chairs. There are around 700 of us. Not so good. We got some chips and pop while the police searched the entire school for bombs. It was actually a pretty fun day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:38:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Into the Woods!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Into the woods you go again, you have to every now and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen in the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are officially done with 2 out of our 5 shows. The judge was here today. Of course it was during the show that the people on lights went brain dead and messed up the lighting for, like, 3 scenes. We also had secret physc for the show. I forgot to get my person a gift until the last a minute so I gave her a gift in a Wegmans shopping bag. :-/ oh well. I figured out who my phsyc is though. He is really cool (and hott) and he gave me this giant bag of candy. Yeah, so whatever. I have this pounding headache and i really need to get some sleep. so I&apos;ll just shut up now.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Hello Little Girl&quot; oh god the guy in our musical sings it so good.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:22:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I Need to Vent</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I HATE HATE HATE my mom.she got a job when i was in like 7th grade. She talked about how much she loved it for a few months. Then she began complaining, then she quit in less than a full year. About a half a year later she got a new job that she LOVED! She would talk about it constantly. She began getting a bit fed up with it after a year and now that its been a year and a half shes already talking about quiting. I HATE HER FOR IT! She bugs me so much. I&apos;m so sick of hearing her complain. School sucks.&amp;nbsp;I dont call everyone i know to tell them about how much i hate it.&amp;nbsp;I dont quit when it gets hard. She expects so much from me.&amp;nbsp;I spend 12 hours at school some days and she gets mad when, for less than 1 month she has to stay for 9 hours. She has cushy nice hours and she just complains and I have to listen to it. Like on the day without power she kept complaining about how we had no heat and how cold she was and how she didnt have a fan. She spent all of 2 hours in the cold.&amp;nbsp;I spent over 10 hours in it and i didnt complain at all. She just gets on my nerves. Shes almost like a hypocrite. Why can&apos;t she be happy with what she has? Shes always telling me to be happy with what I have, not to want things that are impossible. But what she&apos;s looking for in a job does NOT exist. I hope this constant quitting of jobs does not become a pattern. I have a hard enough time understand what&amp;nbsp;she does with her life. I love my family but I don&apos;t want to become like them. Here let me give you a brief look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 grandparents:&lt;br /&gt;-mom&apos;s dad&lt;br /&gt;-mom&apos;s mom&lt;br /&gt;-dad&apos;s mom&lt;br /&gt;-dad&apos;s mom&apos;s husband&lt;br /&gt;-dad&apos;s dad&lt;br /&gt;-dad&apos;s dad&apos;s wife&lt;br /&gt;-step mom&apos;s dad&lt;br /&gt;-step mom&apos;s dad&apos;s wife&lt;br /&gt;-step mom&apos;s mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and cousin are the same age. Yes, they are one month apart. My grandpa&apos;s second wife was the same age as his oldest daughter. His oldest daughter (my aunt) never married and she has a 19 year old daughter. There are only 2 couples in my entire immediate family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, parent) that at least one of the people has never been married before. ARRRRRRRG! why is my life so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about that. i really needed to vent.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 22:35:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Funny IM Conversation</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Here is this really funny IM conversation I had with this guy from my school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:13:17&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;hey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;(5:13:43&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;hi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:14:00&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;so wats up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:14:10&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;nothing. what&apos;s up with you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:14:17&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;nothing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:14:21&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;so wats ur name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;(5:14:35&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;i didnt catch it in the big chat room&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:14:57&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Due to certian circumstances and people I am not allowed to disclose this piece of information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:15:08&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;lol &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:15:28&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;so who invited u into the room yesterday though?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:15:41&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;no one. I mysteriously appeared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:15:47&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;i have skills&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:16:28&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;wow thats interesting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:16:36&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;isn&apos;t it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:16:54&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;i guess so&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:17:30&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;so u knew who jess and emily were?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:17:38&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Of course. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:17:43&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I&apos;m a stalked&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:17:47&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;*stalker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:18:16&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;wait i think ik who this is but im not sure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:18:41&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;tell me. i&apos;m not promising an answer but i will listen to your ideas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:18:59&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;well r u sure u want to know&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:19:05&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;who i think?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;(5:19:17&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;yes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:19:22&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:19:52&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;well i think its my friend emily h&amp;nbsp;cuz she said she had a new sn and she hasnt been on her other one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:20:08&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;hmmm. thats an intresting guess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:21:20&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;is it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;(5:21:51&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;i am not allowed to tell you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:22:00&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;y not&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:22:12&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;many reasons. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:22:18&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;i bet it is her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:22:42&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;in fact thats my best guess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:23:16&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;well. thats a very good guess. i will definatly do some thinking and come back to you later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:23:59&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;do some thinking?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:24:04&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;ok?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:24:14&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;i&apos;m not quite sure. i may have to get back to you on this one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;(5:24:46&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;but i talked to emily online b4 and u dont sound like her wen u talk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0f0595&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guy from my school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:24:51&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Helvetica&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; absz=&quot;12&quot;&gt;so i may re think&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #d73306&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style=&quot;DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5:25:08&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. i&apos;ll think it over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;ok, so it&apos;s not the funniest conversation ever. The one he mentioned, with emily and jess in the chat room was much funnier. We tried to convinse him I was a gay guy named molester matt. Yeah... just thought I&apos;d let you see what i do when I&apos;m bored. :-P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 00:39:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sooo...</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a while. I tried to write the other day. I was very impressed with what I wrote but my *&amp;amp;^R(&amp;amp;GT&amp;amp;T^B&amp;amp;V*&amp;amp;*T(&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;* computer decided it wanted to have a heart attack and loose my entire entry. And I&apos;ve been extremely sick, so I was kind of emotional at the time. So, new stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ocean&apos;s Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen. Sexy men robing casinos. Enough said&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; 27 Dresses. Extremely sweet, funny, sensitive hott guy. Cute plot.&amp;nbsp;I absolutely loved it and have been trying to convince someone else to go see it with me (again)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kyle XY- new episodes finally out and just as amazing as ever. They can&apos;t go wrong with this show. I just hope they dont ruin it like the ruined Wildfire. This show makes me motivated. I was sick and i cleaned the entire house because of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;4. Into the Woods. Sure I want to murder the person who wrote it but thats beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;5. O Brother Where art Thou. We were forced to watch it in school (its kinda like The Odyssey and we just finished reading that) it was so incredibly random that i think its amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;6. Man of Constant Sorrow. George Clooney singing an awsome song. Echoing the freshmen hallways at school. :-P&lt;br /&gt;7. Tissues. my new best friend. been through 3 boxes this week.&lt;br /&gt;8. Midterm Week. one of the amazing things about high school. only have to go in for 2 hours all week!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. cat pee. yes my cats are back to peeing around the house. what this means is i will probably come home one day to find out i only own 2 cats instead of 3&lt;br /&gt;10. horse show. Spent the night. played football in the paper towel aisle of the grocery store. won the deck the stalls contest ($15 gift card) Got 2 blue ribbons. so much fun. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well there&apos;s so much more but i need to go wallow in self pity for a while. (kidding) anyways. see ya&apos;ll later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shoot! Now I know why I smelled cat pee. The cat peed on my sweatshirt. JGU&amp;amp;%^(*%V*^%^RV^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;T**OYVYTV&amp;amp;^. I&apos;m ok. I think i may be bipolar though....)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 14:51:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Christmas!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! Ok, so it&apos;s Christmas Eve but i&apos;m feeling very Christmasy because I just braided red, gold and white ribbons into my hair and i&apos;m wearing a red and green shirt that makes me feel like an elf. I think I&apos;ll put on my uggs to make the look complete. Yeah, on Friday we had a Christmas Party at my grandpa&apos;s house. or, as i liked to call it a &apos;show off your boyfriend/girlfriend&apos; party. My 2 aunts brought their boyfriends and my grandpa had his girlfriend there. It was soooo much fun!!! I loved it. Anyways, on Saturday me and Emelie went to the movies. We saw National Treasure 2. So it was before the movie and they were putting those stupid things on the screen that are like; &apos;the gun in some random unknown movie was used by another random unknown actor and it was made by some random unknown gun maker.&apos; I was really tired and I said to Emelie, &quot;I wanna stand up on my seat and say something.&quot; And she must have been tired too so she just went, &quot;do it.&quot;&amp;nbsp; This went on for 5 minutes until finally I stood up, climbed on to my chair and yelled , &quot;What&apos;s up everyone?&quot; Emelie slid down in her chair and attempted to hide as the rest of the people in the theater (there were a lot) said hi back. I said some more random stuff, not quite sure what but when I sat down I felt so much more awake and excited to see the movie. I think i&apos;m gonna do that every time I go to the theater.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was barn day. Olivia gave me some awesome new brushes so I go to brush Rascal down for a long time with them. I also got Rascal to jump a large cross rail. *Yay for the pony who can&apos;t jump* We had to clean some stalls so we turned the horses out. It was fun to chase them around. Except for when Dolly tried to kill me, that wasn&apos;t so fun. lol. But it&apos;s almost Christmas everyone! Have a very Merry Christmas or if you dont celebrate Christmas have a very happy... um week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 21:31:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Snow</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;My long ode/ rant to snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snow, so white and, well, sometimes brown. You&apos;re so cold! Anyways, have you ever truly experienced snow? I don&apos;t mean those 2 inches you wusses near the equator or in the western part of the US randomly get. I mean SNOW! The 2 feet coming down in the middle of the night preventing you from going anywhere. The kind that turns into gross squishy brown slush once cars dives over it. The kind that Uggs so dont work in and you slip , like, 15 times and fall on your ass. The kind that throws your back way out of line when you try to shovel it because your &amp;amp;^$^*%^% snowblower is broken (again). The kind that soaks the bottom of your jeans completely and makes people look at you funny. The reason we don&apos;t have many speed bumps becuase the plows wouldn&apos;t be able to drive properly. The kind you have to sprinkle salt on which discolors everything from your pants to your cars.&amp;nbsp; Thats the snow I&apos;m talking about. You freaks where it&apos;s warm have probably never seen a TRUE white Christmas. Never made a snowman; I&apos;ll tell you... I am so skilled when it comes to snowmen that I can make one about 4 feet tall, get hair,&amp;nbsp; mouth, eyes, arms and a nose for it during my break at the barn and still have time to eat pizza and watch the horses run over each other as they try to jump. Now, I truly feel bad for those who have never been in a snowball fight. To try to make snowballs as fast as possible and chuck them at peoples heads while running for your lives to safety. Seriously, there is nothing like a chunk of ice flying at your head or a powdery snowball exploding down your shirt to brighten up your day. And you in warm places don&apos;t know the definition of cold either. I mean COLD. As in wearing 4 layers with a bright red nose and ears. Also, loosing the feeling in your toes. Thats what its like to be cold. And sledding! Nothing more exhilarating than flying down a hill at top speed, knowing that at any moment you can fall over or crash into someone. Then having to walk all the way back to the top. The chains where you have to hold onto someone elses sled are so awesome. Like when you loose your sled and no one else does and you are getting dragged down the hill not letting go of anyone in front or behind you. Or when the person in the back or middle ends up having the fastest sled and you are whipped around so they have to drag the rest of you down. Then there are the snow angels, igloos and all other matter of wintry fun. Oh and skiing! Whether it be cross country or down hill its so exciting! Like falling in that position some people call the pregnant woman where your skis are like \ / and you can&apos;t get up no matter how hard you try. And there is nothing like falling flat on your face or tripping over your skis. Oh, and being 20/ 30 feet above the ground with your skis weighing you down toward the ground on a swinging chair. Oh, thats safe. Now, snowshoeing... you people are missing out. Strapping your feet to flat weird shoes has always been my idea of a good time. And when you accidentally loose the shoe and step into the wet, cold snow in your bare sock. Fun, fun, fun! So, snow. The miracle of the world. People who have never seen it need to get your asses to a cold place to feel what we lucky folk are feeling right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot;&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccffff&quot;&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 21:32:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>101 Things That Really Bug Me</title>
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  <description>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you drop food between the keys of the keyboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirt under my nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you accidently capitalize the 1st and 2nd letter of a word because you dont let go of shift fast enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you write a really long email and accidently hit back before you get to send it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when its raining and you get the bottom of your pants soaking wet and everyone looks at you funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my dvds aren&apos;t sorted the way i sorted them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my mom moves my books around so they are not in the right order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;droping stuff on the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when snow is just melting and it turns to slush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i get my hair stuck in tape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when little kids thing their better than you and show it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;(like #11) when the people at my barn act like they know more about horses than me when they cant even put a halter on the horse and refuse to canter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people make fun of cheesey movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my mom and grandma lecture me about how they dont want to hear what i&apos;m saying. well guess what? i dont want to hear what their saying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people make me clean up their messes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when someone is 2 feet from the pencil and you are 5 feet and they wont hand it to you because its yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people wont listen to what i have to say, even if it makes sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;crumbs down my shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i get ink on my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i yell and my dog freaks out so my mom gets mad at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;movies or books that dont have a happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who lie about liking someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who stare at you when you eat a lot or eat really fatty foods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;buying people Christmas gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same inside joke or argument repeated millions of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom imitating me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weird plastic spiky things on my costume for A Christmas Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the smell of dog food and the fact that my vitamins smell and taste exactly the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;accidently eating half the carton of ice cream in one sitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who move all the time- pick one house and stay there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who talk about things like facebook in the real world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole myspace scare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people freak out in the reproduction unit in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people plan parties and gift exchanges right in front of you without inviting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people dont understand that you are really mad so they just laugh and make you madder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that are healthy dont taste good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a limit to how much time you have and how many things you can do at once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people talking too much about god and faith.... i believe in god but i believe in science too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;older people thinking they&apos;re better than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;school bathrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;loosing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;essays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;grades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact thats its nearly impossible to win spider solitare with 4 suits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that i dont have a real cell phone yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;cafeteria food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;camp food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating the same thing over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom complaining to 5 different people on the phone about the same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cats:&amp;nbsp; A) Taking all my thread and chewing on it. B) Drinking any milk you leave out and throwing it up all over the floor. C) Shed all over everything in my house. D) Climb on top of the book you are reading. E) lay right on top of you while you are trying to sleep. F) lay on your head in the middle of the night. G) Attack each other at 2 in the morning and wake you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;letting the phone ring and having no one pick it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching a movie with me mom (or really any adult)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that for 2 days all I could smell or eat were those really gross spicy cheetos and now, even today when ever i walk by a car the exhaust pipe smells like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;papercuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when spend 5 min. opening up a package only to discover it has an easy-open resealable end on the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when a book is made into a movie and it leaves alot out, ect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you tell a joke and no one gets it and you have to repeat yourself 15 times and by that time its no funny anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting sidetracked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;hypocrites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing favorites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;braces and everything to do with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;unplugging the tv without mentioning it so you have to spend 10 min. turning it on only to discover its unplugged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;being left in charge too often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing someone waving at you, waving back only to realize they were waving at someone behind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;backstabbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;tripping or otherwise embarassing yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;writing these posts and having no one read them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when everyone thought neopets was so uncool and made fun of the people who went on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;new people who automatically become popular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening to people make fun of someone you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my family calls my cousin the writer and my sister the drama queen when i totally claimed those titles first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;geeky teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;freshmen aren&apos;t invited to the cast party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;books you are forced to read for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people thinking they know more about pirates of the caribbean or saying they like it more than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that i&apos;m probably never gonna meet any of my favorite actors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that harry potter isnt real and my hogwarts letter didnt come around 3-4 years ago like it was supposed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont have a horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people call you 15 min. after they were supposed to be there saying they&apos;re gonna be an hour late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;chipped nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;ripping your nail when you dont have a nail file on hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;one nail being way shorter or longer than all the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people thinking you wont understand or know what their talking about because you&apos;re &quot;too young&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping the heat at 70*F instead of 72*F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;being forced to make up B.S. to please the teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the SATs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty pop bottles and no one to hit with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moe than one BIG event happening at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;people talking about death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting something you will never use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;non-fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that i dont have cable or satillite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting fuzzies from towels on you when you dry off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;things i forget (like the fact my dog has two different color eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;the smell of burnt things. it makes me sick and faint. i had to throw a bag of burnt popcorn out the front door once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;going somewhere and forgetting why you&apos;re there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing the same color as everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone wearing the same color and your not wearing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 19:02:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>More Crap</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well, I saw the Golden compass... it was good I suppose. Not nearly as good as the book though.&amp;nbsp; I am going to teach you a game. It is a wonderful&amp;nbsp;game we like to call: Really Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Really Bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Materials Needed:&lt;br /&gt;-Jackets&lt;br /&gt;-Seat Cushions&lt;br /&gt;-A Pot Holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Play:&lt;br /&gt;Each person (preferably 2) takes one seat cushion and wear a jacket. Then you take the pot holder and start throwing it at each other, trying to hit the other person. It is best played on opposite side of a table. There is only one rule, you must stay on your side of the table. It is a very intense game of agility and trickery. I LOOOOOOVE it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well you can kinda guess what I spent my night doing last night. Hey, guess what? I just found out that there are some pictures of Rascal (my baby) so here it is, my baby boy. &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.sprucemeadowfarm.net/Rascal.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 21:01:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OMG what&apos;s happening?!?!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;What&apos;s up? My friend Emelie is here and she wants to know how to do this random crap. So i&apos;m writing this because I want to. I&apos;m now officially obsessed with the movie Enchanted and I&apos;m going t see The Golden Compass later today. I read the book and I hope the movie lives up to the high standards. Anyways, I went on this weird field trip the other day. We went to this fancy restaurant and to a 2 hour long concert where they only sang one song. I actually had fun. (during the concert i texted my friends and I fell asleep, but that&apos;s beside the point.) I find myself hanging out with the upperclassmen more than the Freshmen. Is that weird? We also we to Roswell park and played christmas songs.&amp;nbsp; we also bought some really awesome hot chocolate. Anyway, my friend is getting bored and we were gonna look this picture of a really hott guy so adios! talk to you later!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 12:54:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sevre State of Depression</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;ok, so we had the show last night. we did a lot better than we thought we were gonna but we still can do better. After at like 11 we were supposed to go to Friday&apos;s for dinner. But I couldn&apos;t get a ride so I missed the only cast party that Freshmen are actually allowed at. I am so mad it&apos;s not even funny. Here&apos;s my list of thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to thank everyone in the show for ignoring me when I asked for a ride and saying how they weren&apos;t sure how they were gonna get there either&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to thank my grandpa for leaving early and not being there to give me a ride to Friday&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;3. Last but not least, I wan to thank my mom for not caring that she was my last resort or that this was really important to me. All she cared about was her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of the above people I spent over an hour getting really mad, depressed and sad. I spent some time considering throwing knives at the wall or cutting up my pillows. Thank you everyone for putting me in my pleasant state of mood.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 20:44:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The World is out to get me!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Ok, I suppose this all wouldn&apos;t have happened if &quot;little miss-perfect&quot; Marissa hadn&apos;t done somthing un-perfect (well at least gotten caught doing it anyway) Anyway, last weekend I was bored so I got out Not Another Teen Movie. Yes, it&apos;s rated R... so thats where my problems began. You see, one of my mom&apos;s only rules is a really stupid one: I&apos;m not allowed to watch rated R. So when she asked what the movie was rated I lied and said PG 13. I mean, she never watches any of the movies with me so how would she ever know? It was a stupid movie, i really didn&apos;t like it&amp;nbsp; but I had nothing better to do that whole night so I watched it. The next day (i think she suspected something) so she picked up the movie and saw rated R on the back. Then she decided to watch some of it. She did NOT like what she saw so she started screaming at me. I tried to make myself seem like a remorseful innocent child by crying and blaming myself: didnt work. She shut herself in her room for 5 hours and when she finally came out she presented me with a death sentence: either give up movies for the month or not go to Florida in March (which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&apos;m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; paying for by the way [Florida, not the movies]) Now, luckliy I was having one of my rare moments of sanity and chose the no movies for a month punishment. One time, I was faced with a similar problem: go to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3 at midnight on opening night or got to New York City for the weekend. In my insanity I said I would rather see Pirates. Luckily, fate stepped in to save me from myself and I ended up being able to do both because Pirates came out on Thursday night and my NYC trip left Saturday at 5 am. Anyways, I&apos;m getting off track. My punishment. Now, one of the conditions of this punishment was I&apos;m not allowed to complain. Which totally sucks. It hasn&apos;t even been a week and I&apos;m already dieing from L.O.M. (lack of movies) And we have even been watching Star Wars for a half an hour each day in English. It&apos;s almost worse that way because we only get to watch episode IV and its just showing me what I&apos;m not allowed to watch. There are also posters of my teacher&apos;s favorite movies in the classroom (including a picture of Aragorn from Lord of the Rings looking extremely sexy) so I about die every time I go there. There was also an advertisement for Star Wars on this other website I was visiting. Plus I heard the song &quot;What a wonderful world&quot; which reminds me of Hitch hikers guide to the galaxy. &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; I&apos;m reading Twelfth Night which makes me want to watch She&apos;s the Man. The entire world is trying to kill me. I think I&apos;m going to go to the library and salivate over the movie section. I&apos;ll be back later.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 21:29:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>More &quot;exciting&quot; crap</title>
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  <description>Well, a lot of stuff happened over the weekend. I hung out with my friends and we went swimming in my cousin&apos;s dad&apos;s hot tub. Then we hung out with the other guy and bought random kool-aids. We also spent a lot of time speaking in British accents. I&amp;nbsp;am jealous of the British. Why do we have such boring accents. All americans (no offense what so ever) have really boring accents. All other countries they have warm, gushy amazing accents. I need one. I think I&apos;m gonna move there just so I can get one of those accents. It may be a bit too late for me though. :( *sigh* We&apos;re actually getting an accent coach to come and help us for the play so maybe I can improve my accent. :-P I also went to a Halloween Party last Saturday. It was fun... there were only like 10 freshmen, the rest were 7th graders and seniors. It was fun though. The people who had it went EXTREME with decorating. So this one room, the &quot;fog&quot; room was where we spent a lot of the time. Depending on who was in the room and how much fog they wanted to use you could basically see only two people near you at a given time. It was cool watching people disappear into the abyss. This one kid was dressed in a mask and I thought he was one of the statues they had set up around the house and just as I left the room he grabbed me. OMG I screamed so loud. lol. We also went on the trampoline for a while. The little kids&amp;nbsp;had a mummy wrap contest and they took all the toilet paper from that and put it on the trampoline so it was kinda gross. we&amp;nbsp;some fights with that. My one friend got hit so many time. i felt bad... :[ The party was fun though. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my riding&amp;nbsp;lesson on Sunday.I rode Pumpkin, this bratty little pony who doesn&apos;t like other horses, she attacks them when they come near. Anyways we did a lot of jumping and I think I got a job there. It&apos;s gonna pay for my lessons therefore my mom wont have to pay and she can pay for my flute and I can try to save me money for other more important things like disney!!!lol. but, yeah, beside operetta auditions coming up thats basically it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 00:29:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life goes on as it always has...</title>
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  <description>Well... I got the song for Little Red Riding Hood today and worked on it&amp;nbsp;with my chorus teacher.&amp;nbsp;And I just found out that&amp;nbsp;Into the Woods is all about, like, getting raped and affairs. Well... it&apos;s technically about making choices but&amp;nbsp;thats beside the point. We had a lot of rehearsal for A Christmas Carol today. i haven&apos;t even gotten a script yet. oh, well. I really dont have much time to write. I have to finish up my homework.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ll write when I next get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 21:32:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life...</title>
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  <description>The other day I was feeling rather depressed... so I haven&apos;t writen in a long time. I didn&apos;t write for a while because I said: no one reads this journal anyway so who cares if I write? but then i realized I like writing in here, even if no one else cares. So... on Friday night the high school football team had a football game (it was a good weekend for football all around because the Bills won too) after the game me and, like, 20 of my friends went to lazertron. It was the first time I had ever been there (pathetic, i know) and I had soooooo much fun!!! I ended up hitting the other team&apos;s base 42 times and scoreing 8600 points without even knowing where the base was! After that we go pizza and played in the arcade. We were laughing about how it still is as much fun as when we were 10 years old... I doubt that&apos;ll&amp;nbsp;ever get boring. :-p Jamie (this really hott guy) was playing one of those spinnng wheel games and ended up getting over 1000 tickets so we all were crowded around trying to play. I ended up getting around&amp;nbsp;250 tickets from that and 115 from other games so I ended up getting one of thoses light up cup things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had a riding lesson. my mom has been acting like a total bitch lately so she dropped me off an hour early and picked me up a half an hour late. I really didn&apos;t mind because I got a chance to sit around in Rascals stall for a bit and talk to him... I also got to meet the adorable Dallas who tried to eat me alive. I promised to bring them both carrots the next time I go. lol. I actually got completely tacked up by myself this time so I was very proud. My cantering is also getting aalot better and we did some more jumping. Rascal is serousily the best pony ever.... no matter how badly he behaves I still love him. I have no clue why. My mom&apos;s friend might get a horse. I really want to get a horse. I&apos;m not sure what breed I want, maybe a Quarab. I want it to be a mare and I want her to be a bay or chestnut. I&apos;m going to name her Bellatrix (li8ke in Harry Potter) and she will be Bella for short. I have a feeling Bella won&apos;t come into existance for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our band we are going to Disney this year so I have been singing the little mermaid all day. We&apos;ve been rehersing all the Disney songs on top of all the regular band music. I&apos;m also working on 2 solos, i love playing the flute but this is going a bit over board. We are also doing the operetta Into the Woods this year. Tryouts are sometime in November. I doubt I&apos;ll get a part. I am not a good singer. shhot, my mom is home. i&apos;m supposed to be working on homework. Write more later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:15:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bored</title>
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  <description>Ugg. I&apos;m sitting in the library waiting for my SS group to get here. Global Studies is with out a doubt the worst subject ever invented. No ffense to anyone, but when am I gonna need to know the names of the Four Noble Paths, in order and what each is? and when am I going to need to know all the levels of the caste system, in order, with correct spelling? I hate it. My entire group is 10 minutes late. Being parinoid as I always am I think they went to the wrong library. They may be in honors global, but their not that smart. They&apos;re actually really annoying. Why do I always have to be stuck with the bad group?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie Mansfield Park yeaterday. I adore Jane Austen. Once I finish reading Persuasion I&apos;m going to start reading that one. Hey- I&apos;m at the library I can get it right now! lol. Here they are in order of favorites (I haven&apos;t read or seen Northanger Abbey yet so it&apos;s not on my list) Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Sense and Sensibility, Mansfield Park and then Persuasion. My mom may make fun of me for reading the classics but Jane Austen and Shakespeare really knew how to write a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group is still not here. I&apos;m begining to doubt they will ever come. I gues I&apos;m just being a pessimist but, yeah, whatever. Just because I know the library and the area around it like the back of my hand doesn&apos;t mean they do. You know, I&apos;ve never got the expression &quot;like the back of my hand&quot; To tell you the truth I don&apos;t know the back of my hand very well. I&apos;ve never actually looked at it closly. I guess I will now. Yeah, I couldn&apos;t draw the back of my hand. So prehaps I don&apos;t know the library like the back of my hand. I actually know it much, much better. Alright, enough procrastinating. I&apos;m gonna go find my group.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 19:43:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>world famous actress!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;You are now reading the journal of a world famous actress. Oh yeah!!! I am very proud to announce that as of today I have a roll in our high school&apos;s production of A Christmas Carol. I am playing (hold you breath) Esther Fezziwig. Ok... I know it&apos;s not the best part, but hey! I am only a freshman. To get a roll at all is saying alot.&amp;nbsp;So I&apos;m goona eat a creamy, wonderful fudgicle to celebrate. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had a&amp;nbsp;horse back riding lesson. I rode my baby, Rascal. His name says all you need to know about his personality.&amp;nbsp; So we were cantering (finally not cutting corners after I gave him a &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; kick)and I felt him slowing down so I hit him with my crop. BIG mistake. He was kind of falling over while trying to speed up&amp;nbsp;which me fall over. I tried to grab on to his neck but I still fell off anyways. My riding instructor called it a &quot;fast dismount&quot; I suppose thats a way to make loosing control and falling off sound more professional. Anyways, I sat around cross stitching for the rest of my day after my lesson. The thing about riding is it leaves me dead to the world for the rest of the day. Not only is it exhausting, but I happen to be allergic to horses,so I have to take benydrl.&amp;nbsp;Benydrl makes me so tired I can barely move. So I spent all of sunday cross stitching a cheesy little thing for my grandparent&apos;s Christmas present.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 12:58:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow-my first post</title>
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  <description>Whats up every one? I cannot believe&amp;nbsp;it took me so long to start a live journal. I mean, I always wanted to write online but I was just a bit too slow to realize thats exactly what live journal is. I don&apos;t exactly know where to start to&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ll just jump right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I had dance with my ex-best friend. I mean, we&apos;re still friends 9at dance) but she doesn&apos;t talk to me at all out side of dance.&amp;nbsp;I have so many ex-best friends it scares me. I guess thats&amp;nbsp;one of the things about being a girl. Alot of backstabbing and crap. Anyways, dance is weird. It&apos;s only, like, the third week and were already picking stuff out for the recital that&apos;s in june.&amp;nbsp;The theme is movies and (because I have such a wide knowledge of movies) I suggested we do a song from Moulin Rouge, which (as of last week)&amp;nbsp;was my &quot;favorite movie&quot;. Now it&apos;s&amp;nbsp;Lord of the Rings, but that really doesn&apos;t matter,&amp;nbsp;does it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After dance my cousin&apos;s dad (no he&apos;s NOT technically my uncle... I&apos;m so sick of that question), Michael and my grandma came over to my house. Mostly we spent the night talking about how much money we would gamble if we had it and playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&apos;s strange. I know the classic grandma (on my dad&apos;s side there are a few of them :-P) but my mom&apos;s mom is so NOT that. She&apos;s actually fun to hang out with, wow this makes me sound like a freak. But, yeah. Here I&apos;ll tell you a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is one of those people who takes the &quot;early to bed, early to rise&quot; motto to a whole new level. So around 8:30-9:00 my grandma called. i answered the phone and went to give it to my mom. My mom is also very grouchy and un-sympathetic when she is tired so when my grandma (who&apos;s in her 60&apos;s) asked, &quot;How old do you think I look?&quot;&amp;nbsp; My mom grumbled, &quot;89!&quot; and hung up.</description>
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