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  <title>YOU CHANGE YOUR UNDERWEAR IN THE LOCKER ROOM?</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 00:11:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sooooooooo here i am writing in my livejournal...how weird that life has changed so much. ive grown up and its basically pretty scary. i can remember sitting in my room at my old house writing in my livejournal usually high as a kite..and those days were fun but im glad theyre over. i used to be so bad, and its really time to grow up and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my bf jeremy are doing great. i seriously love him to death hes the most caring, understanding, considerate, sweet guy ive ever met. we get along so well and our communication is almost too good to be true. im so glad i found someone like him and am now in a healthy respectful relationship instead of an abusive and destructive one whcih i used to be. things change and life goes on and its hard to deal with but i think its for the best,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel pretty bad cuz ive been tweakin again and it feels like i just never stopped. im so  used to  it, it was my life for so long and its just how i would cope. makes me less worried about shit and just content. actually im pretty sure it just makes me numb. anyway i want to stop and i will, especially because i cant be bringing people around me into it. thats not fair and its not nice. i think i actually am ready to let go of the dope cuz now that ive gone back to it i just see how pointless it is. its a viscious cycle and im ready to get out for good...i think. it just sucks cuz sometimes it can be so fun. i really am confused and hope it gets better.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 08:38:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sooooo hi. its basically like years later, and i&apos;m using this again. it reminds me of when i was such a pup. i used to live on fucking lj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude...it seems like things change like A LOT. but then some things NEVER change. or like...feelings, never go away. its so weird!! god, life. if it got any stranger, i&apos;d have to like...do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im so sorry about what happened, friend. that is so horrible. my heart is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its summer, thank god. i start work on tuesday. i went to disneyland today. its hot in here and i dont feel well, i have a headache. on friday i went and hung out with brandon. we faught for most of the time, what a surprise. we will never NOT fight. never ever. but we did have some good moments and i spent the night and it was okay. i paid 10 bucks for drugs, and our other friend put in 10 bucks. yeah basically it was only six fucking hits. i was so goddamn pissed. i really dont ever want to do it anymore. even tho i barely ever do it, i dont want to do it at all, that&apos;ll never happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt brush my teeth, fuck. i love my laptop, its so much easier than staying up all late sitting at a desk. having my mom come in at like  3 am going &quot;DANIELLE GO TO BED GET OFF THE COMPUTER!&quot; hahaha omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my old life</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 08:06:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>whoa</title>
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  <description>i havent been on this in so fucking long!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 05:30:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>yea im prolyl not gonan write much in here anymore. still kinda freaked out about what i found out last night. heh, what a waste of time eh? people are such sketchy FUCKS. and it&apos;s sad, really it is. but it&apos;s also pretty damn funny.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 18:59:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it figures that when i actually like a guy and get excited about it, he doesnt call me and shit. fucking gay</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 19:58:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i dont like guys dude. theyre fuckin weird. im over them. all i wanna do is just work and then go to fuckin school and forget everyone. except april and carolyn. and my mom and dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t wait to go to mexico dude. 9 more days. i&apos;m so excited, it&apos;s gonna be so much fucking fun!! us 3 are gonna be crazy, i hope we don&apos;t get into trouble lol. i know we&apos;ll be drunk as fuck though, that&apos;s for sure. hopefully we can sneak some shrrrrrrooommms over there. that&apos;d be tight. chillin on the beach shroomin out. i dont&apos; care what anyone says, shrooms are the best drug ever. just once in awhile though. it&apos;s almost kinda scary lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel sorta like lonely. now that i don&apos;t have a boyfriend around me 24/7 i have to find ways to occupy myself. it feels crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just so silly</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2005 22:04:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i wish i was fuckin like 15 again. that was an exciting time in my life. really it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is fucking boring. god damn only fat asses exist here. and this very hot boy, whos 24 and wont leave me alone. i dunno what to do...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2005 19:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>things have been okay. yesterday was rad. i went and got ozzfest tickets. i didnt think i&apos;d end up going but fuck dude, its a good lineup and its fucking ozzy. and i fucking think slipknot is gonan be there, i cant really figure it out but if they are i&apos;ll cum. seriously i fucking love that band. its gonna be so fucking tight. in flames. im so happy. i definitely will cum when i see in flames. its gonna be so hot dude though aug 20 at glen helen pavillion. i saw korn there. it was a rad place, i remember making out with this hot guy the whole time lol. anyway thats irrelevant. so im fuckign excited, can u tell? &lt;br /&gt;ahhh and i also bought two pedro the lion cds yesterday. i seriously almost fucking forgot how amazing &apos; almost there&apos; and &apos;bad diary days&apos; are. god i listened to them over and over and over on the way home. it was so rad and its such nice music. so is the singer a heroin addict? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh okay and yea this is late but i finally lit my own illegal fireworks haha. brandon knows how to make the LOUDEST bomb ive ever ever ever heard with piccolo peats. i swear i had a heart attack when he lit it RIGHT BY ME. fourth of july was tight. im making friends with this chick kristi, brandons best friends&apos; gf, and shes tight dude haha at my bday party we both got so drunk and were karaoking . it was great. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to update at work i have to keep minimizing the fuckin screen and forgetting what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dunno, i dont think chris REALLLLY cares that much..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fuckin be at ucla already. im so fucking anxious. anyway i better just shut up noww cuz i dont even remember half the shit i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss everyone in la mirada. heh i guess i do love a shit load of homies aroudn here. haha i said homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING MEXICO BABY 2 WEEKS!!! i fucking cant wait</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2005 00:27:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>im fucking graduated. thank jesus. but i didnt get my fucking diploma yet. they told me after the whole ceremony that i supposedly have a fuckign senior obligation. i dunno wtf theyre talking about. stupid bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im having a party and geting fucking wasted.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2005 00:55:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>for anybody who cares, my new email that ill use is dlscott1@ucla.edu after i move so add it now if u plan on emailing me</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 17:09:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>jose cuervo you are a friend of mine! lol omg i did NOT know there was so much tequila in my pantry. my mom pulled it out last night to make margaritas and i was like holy shit whered that come from! shes pimp dude! good times. i love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes have seen the glory of the tramplin at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;we washed ourselves in niggers&apos; blood, and all the mongrols too!&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re takin down the zog machine, jew by jew by jew!&lt;br /&gt;the white man marches on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward norton is hottest man alive. mmmmm do me. i cant decide if i like him better in fight club or american history x. shit wtf am i saying, fight club all the way, fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh man gotta go to work, and i dont wanna finish getting ready. i need to chop my hair off, its too long and too hard to do. wahhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess im not chris&apos; friend anymore. lol he changes a lot. i think he thought i was being mean or something a lot lately, but i&apos;m still being nice ? so i dunno, hopefully all&apos;s well. i&apos;m here for you nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birfday soon ! WOOO HOOOO. fuck yes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 21:51:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sit and drink pennyroyal tea</title>
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  <description>ah i love getting paid for being on the internet and listening to music. sundays are the best days to work. anyway, i&apos;m loving being out of school. fuck high school. some cool people but some really fucking gay ones too, and it&apos;s rad that i won&apos;t have homework for a few months. goodbye people that i&apos;ll never see again, can&apos;t say that i&apos;ll miss you much! but some of you i will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t wait till tomorrow to get 2000$ handed to me. easy ass scholarship money. but i&apos;ll get to just put it in the bank, at least i&apos;m pretty sure. i&apos;ll let it sit there and accrue a few dollars interest lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i need more money saved for mexico but its hard to save when u got shit to pay for. i hope i get a good amount of money at my grad/bday party. even like 100 would help a lot.  i wish i had more people to invite. but i dont have very much family or very many friends. plus my mom doesnt have a lot of money to throw a real big party. oh well, as long as i get shit faced and everyone has a good time, i&apos;ll be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i cant even call my dad on fathers day. i prolly shouldve sent him a card but oh well. i sent him a really fuckign nice letter, totally from the heart, a few weeks ago. i havent heard a response cuz he doesnt even have enough money for stamps.  but hopefully i&apos;ll get a letter soon. and i hope hes good and doesnt fuck up again. sadly enough, i know he will. he even said himself hes close to giving up. but if he does, he&apos;ll just be homeless again. i can&apos;t believe he lived on the streets for a month.  i feel bad. hes such a rad guy and has so much good stuff inside him. oh well, shit happens i guess. i feel like i got fucking robbed for a dad. and a childhood nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really fucking love nirvana. no matter what mood im in, if i put in the unplugged cd, i feel good. such unique music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck im gonna sleep and eat so much now!!!!! shiitttt hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a lot up there, but don&apos;t be scared. who needs action when you got words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey chris, whats up dude we&apos;re not friends anymore? haha fuck, you change quickly motherfucker!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 09:40:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>theres beauty in the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 09:05:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;pre style=&quot;FONT: 12px arial&quot;&gt;It must be your skin that I&apos;m sinking in
It must be for real cause now I can feel
And I didn&apos;t mind, it&apos;s not my kind
It&apos;s not my time to wonder why
Everything gone white, everything&apos;s grey
Now you&apos;re here, now you&apos;re away
I don&apos;t want this, remember that
I&apos;ll never forget where you&apos;re at

Don&apos;t let the days go by
Glycerine, Glycerine

I&apos;m never alone, I&apos;m alone all the time
Are you at one or do you lie
We live in a wheel where everyone steals
But when we rise it&apos;s like strawberry fields
I treated you bad, you bruised my face
Couldn&apos;t love you more, you&apos;ve got a beautiful taste

Don&apos;t let the days go by
Could&apos;ve been easier on you
I couldn&apos;t change though I wanted to
Should have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me
Glycerine, Glycerine
Don&apos;t let the days go by
Glycerine
Don&apos;t let the days go by

Glycerine, Glycerine
Glycerine, Glycerine

Bad moon white again
Bad moon white again
As she falls around me

I needed you more when we wanted us less
I could not kiss, just regress
It might just be clear simple and plain
Well that&apos;s just fine, that&apos;s just one of my names

Don&apos;t let the days go by
It could&apos;ve been easier on you, you, you
Glycerine, Glycerine
Glycerine, Glycerine&lt;/pre&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 08:44:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;we had a life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we had a love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got til you lose it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;well that was then, and this is now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and i want you back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;how many times can i say im sorry? oh yes, i&apos;m sorry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;how could something so good go so bad?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;how could something so right go so wrong?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i dont know, i dont have all the answers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i want you back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;how many times can i say im sorry? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;oh yes, im sorry&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you can run, and you can hide&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im not leavin unless you come with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we&apos;ve had our problems&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but im on your side.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre all i need. please believe in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;i&apos;m not leavin unless you come with me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 01:24:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>fuck this. im done. wow some people are really fucking mindblowing, never knew people could be so low.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 10:06:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>dear my dear christoph (which thank you very much i created)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t remember the time or place&lt;br /&gt;Or what you were wearing&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s unclear about how we met&lt;br /&gt;All I know, it was the best conversation that I&apos;ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til this day I&apos;ve never found someone&lt;br /&gt;With eyes as wide as yours&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been searching up and down this coast&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking what I need the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice I was afraid?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&apos;d run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;Two more hours until today burns this away&lt;br /&gt;And it starts all over again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky will never look the same again&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;The sky will never look the same again&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything else is irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;To the story so far&lt;br /&gt;A coincidence that you look like her from afar&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that you like to sleep alone?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it what you just tell everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice I was afraid?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&apos;d run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;Two more hours until today burns this away&lt;br /&gt;And it starts all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky will never look the same again&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;The sky will never look the same again&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;Until you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the world turns over&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep my ears to the wall&lt;br /&gt;And when the world turns over&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep my feet straight on the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice I was afraid?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&apos;d run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;Two more hours until today burns this away&lt;br /&gt;And it starts all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky will never look the same again&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;The sky will never look the same again&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you show me how it could be&lt;br /&gt;Until you show me how it could be</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 05:44:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>good day</title>
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  <description>ahh i feel so good right now. working out makes your body feel amazing afterward, like all the toxins left your muscles and just floated away into space. so up until recently i never walked my dog. then i realized that she needs exercise, so ive been walking her to the park and its been fun. she chases the geese haha. and watches me swing on the swings. i like exercise a lot. and eating right and taking vitamins really does make you feel better. i realized i can&apos;t live without bottled water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo, last night was fun. april had a grad party at her house so i went on over there. of course, cuz shes my bestest friend everrrr. first thing her dad said was &apos;want a beer or margarita?&apos; i was like sweet a margarita machine. i really did hit that shit up, i think i had at least 10. theyre addicting and had a shit load of tequila in them. mmmmm. haha there was a lady singing in spanish and playing guitar there. i was like april, youre fuckin mexican. but i love it. me brandon and her bf were the only friends that showed up. she was like all drunk like &apos;youre the only person that cares about me&apos; then she was like about to cry shes like &apos;im so fucking proud that youre going to ucla, i saw how hard you worked the past 4 years&apos; haha i was like APRIL MAN STOPPPPP. hahah. her dad made us all watch the movie underworld, which is some stupid vampire vs. werewolf movie and april and i couldnt stop laughing. everytime someone talked we&apos;re like ha hahahahah. her dad was like stfu!&lt;br /&gt;haha it was a great night and i took a bunch of pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo so i got up this mornign like 11:30, went with my mom to go check out my brother&apos;s new house in huntington beach, which is fucking nice and huge. im jealous. but ill be over there a lot this summer since its two blocks from the BITCH. aka beach. thennn we went to costco cuz my mom had to order her contacts and all these guys were looking at me and i was like EW STOP! and flipped them off. haha my moms like dont do that they might try to do something. im like mom, no thats fucking gross i cant stand it. thennn, oh yeah, the whole time i was thinking bout christoph. and witnessed his fucking gorgeousness in an email. goddd i cant take it. hes too great. haha ive noticed that since ive been talking to him more lately ive been so much happier! like theres an extry spark in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, 4 more days of school left, fuuuck yes! i dont graduate till the 22nd though. then im having a grad/bday party on the 25th and i will be fucking wasted. and carolyn will be back from oregon so she can come !! WOO HOO i fucking miss my carolina. okay  im spentttt...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2005 19:48:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i love how when youre nice to people, you get treated like shit. im not the fuckign enemy, god damn. what did i ever do to you that was so terribly wrong? really, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its getting colder, and youre getting distant. and i just keep thinking, that i never meant it to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godddddd...lonely. is a weird place to be. yea, thats what i am. im not sad, im not depressed. im just lonely. in need of a genuine, loving friendship, or something. somebody out there has gotta care about and appreciate me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless, if my pictures. they dont line your mirror. regardless, you know that ill still wait for your call.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2005 19:33:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>yeah tell all your friends is probably somethign i couldnt live without. dammn i work a lot. here i am again, at work. at least im makign money, honey. easy money too. i get paid better than a lot of people i know. and i do very little labor. i use my brain. but fuck, im good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a scholarship interview this morning. pretty sure i got it. people loved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, you know what, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea chris dont worry ill fuckin leave you alone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2005 08:31:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>god. everytime i turn on my computer at night, i know im gonna end up talking to chris till like 2 but i still do it anyway. i cant leave in that situation gossshhhh its too nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna listen to the story so far before i go to sleep. im on a mission to find my cd. i like that song a whole lot, and i liked when chris made that lil paint program thing that had the lyrics on it, in red, blue, and black background. soo cool.  haha he was so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog is like passed out on my bed. well now shes up and staring at me like &apos;can you turn off the fucking light and go to sleep bitch, im tired&apos; but you know what i say to that? &quot;YOURE THE BITCH KALLIE!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished a boook today. &apos;the lovely bones&apos; it was kinda sad and i got teary-eyed a few times. but it was a decent book. no classic. im a nerd and i like american classics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus christ i must have more to talk about. my right ear is bothering me. i have to go back to the dentist on jun 23 to fix some stuff. but who cares about that. um. 5 more days of school, and tomorrow is minimum day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to go see bright eyes on saturday but life sucks so, yea. chris, have fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is actually remaining clean! WOO HOO! and i started taking my vitamins again WOO HOO and im avoiding soda WOO HOO and im drinking more milk WOO HOO. and im getting more exercise WOO HOO. im gonan be sexxxyyyy and healthyyyy. hah im so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reggie and the full effect, i forgot about them. i liked them in 8th grade. how weird. time flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING WANT YOU!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2005 15:59:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sooo, i&apos;m not goign to school today because i have to take my mom to the doctor in Alhambra. she&apos;s either got really bad arthritis in her hands, or carpal tunnel, so she needs to get nerve testing done. but hey, works for me!! so i fucking love sleeping in, but i never ever ever want to get up. my dog lays next to me and stares at me so cute like &apos;come on get up!&apos; hahaa, i love it. i took her for a walk yesterday in the park and she is so fucking outta control dude! she was like DYING of thirst (or so i think) but she wouldn&apos;t take any of the water i was trying to give her. nevertheless, we both got some exercise, and i used my spanish skills with a little girl next to me on the swings. she prolly thought i was gonna molest her . haha ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi chris! come chill babaaayyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i realized that one of my favorite songs is by the band chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;i was walking down the street one day&lt;br /&gt;a man came up to me and asked me &lt;br /&gt;what the time was that was on my watch&lt;br /&gt;and i saaaaaaaaid&lt;br /&gt;&apos;does anybody really know what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;does anybody really care, about time?&lt;br /&gt;so i cant imagine why&lt;br /&gt;we ain&apos;t got time enough to cry&apos;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song is real, genuinely great music. great instrumentally and vocally and its fun to listen to. and it&apos;s true, does anybody really care about time? we kinda have to, but i don&apos;t like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i live with white chicks in my dorm. hah yea yea be pissed off because i said that, but its true. fuck, im gonan party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched that stupid &apos;crank made in america&apos; shit on hbo again last night and it makes me laugh because, yeah a lot of the shit they say is true about tweakers. like when youre really really spun out you like to take shit apart. i never did that but i saw my friend jason always carrying around like a lock box of shit to take apart, and like 10 cell phones. it was weird but hey tweakers are weird. and the part about like picking at yourself, i saw some people that did that a little but i never did that either. wtf how come i never did anything that they say you do, cuz believe me (i know its bad) but when i was into it, i smoked a lottt and was real spun but like, acted normal? the only thing i did that is typical is cleaned, and when i started, i didnt stop till it was done. but anyway, all those people that they showed are so fucking gross, but c&apos;mon they live in iowa!! except for my grandpa and slipknot (fuck yea!), nothing good comes outta there!! so, anyone who saw that, dont think that every tweaker is like that. you only get disgusting like that after a few years of slamming it. or, well, doing it every fuckign day. which i didnt. but it made me wanan stop even MORE watchign that. i haven&apos;t done it in awhile, but its the devils drug so you inevitably crave it. but shit, i dont wanan be ugly and i dotn want to deplete the neurotransmitters in my brain to become similar to a fucking paranoid schizophrenic. geez, the drug is horrible, but anyone who&apos;s done it can admit it feels great. nevertheless, im glad i dont do it really anymore and that documentary is just gross haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gotta go</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 07:14:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>god dammit i want to go to bed but i have SO MUCH on my mind. i realized tonight that i get A LOT of shit done when i&apos;m pissed off. i got like everything i needed to get done tonight all because of some stupid motherfucking asshole that i really don&apos;t want to be associated with at all anymore. fuck you fuck you fuck you brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should&apos;ve broken up with his stupid ass a long time ago. god, what a true statement. i know we all have our stupid little teenage love relationships, and theyre not always perfect, cuz theyre not supposed to be, cuz they&apos;re not gonna last. well, this one lasted too long, and was really really really really bad. all we do is fight. brandons dad tried to give us both depression medication and said, &quot;hey maybe you guys might even get along for a couple of minutes.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, all we do is fight. we call each other names. we hang up on each other. i leave his house all the time, pissed off, speeding home (basically 2 min away). then i go back. and its stupid. why do i go back? we hug and then fight like 5 minutes later after cigarette time is over and we&apos;re upstairs doing nothing. cuz that&apos;s all we ever do. we don&apos;t really do drugs, we hardly ever go out, so we watch tv. and we sit there and talk about nonsense, and argue over stupid things like what is a fact and whats an opinion. or , god i dunno, stupid shit. and hes wayyy too aggressive with me. i like that in sex but not anytime else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thikn i only keep him around because 1) im lonely 2) hes my little slave bitch (haha ah god) 3) theres fucking nothing else to do 4) his dad cooks me bomb food everyday 5) he has a really cute cat that i love 6) umm what else?? yeah i dunno, cuz lifes fucking boring and i guess its exciting to fight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i dont even like sex anymore! well like, its good but sometimes im just like damn, cum already. that happens a lot really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, maybe i overreact over things, and im always like ITS FUCKING OVER, every chance i get. is that a sign that maybe i really really truly want it to be over? damn, but sometimes hes so damn cute and i really do love the guy. and i think god, what will my life be like without him? well shit, wake up call soon, cuz i will NOT see him every single day. probably not even every week. so may as well just live it up with him for a couple more months and then im sure it&apos;ll be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always says sorry wayyyyy too late. and im NEVER WRONG. im so fuckign stubborn. i never do anything wrong in my mind. i seriously dont think that i do. i talk to him like a piece of shit, but only when im pissed off. but thats like always, at him. i flip him off like every other second and am like fuck you fuck you, youre a dick, shut up, shut the fuck up, fuck you blah blah blah. haha god i want a normal relationship with a normal boy. i swear i dont want to be like this. i want to be a happy happy nice girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, im going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i saw foreigner live last night. at this carnival in brea. well it wasnt all foreigner, just the lead singer and some new band members, but they played all foreigner songs. it was so rad, and so free. my mom hooked me up and damn, what a cool thing. i fucking love rock and roll.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2005 05:35:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>great smelling body spray</title>
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  <description>hello moto. well its 1021 on a saturday night and im sittin alone in my room drinkin wine. how much better could life get? wow. so my last entry upset chris in some way, shape, or form so i&apos;d like to publically apologize. boy, youre swell. and i like you a lotttttttt. like me back? together we could be amazing. consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the beach yesterday and it was reallll nice. got real tan and a tiny bit burned. im lookin almost nig here lol.  okay not even close but yea im tan and its sexy. i think i lost my cell phone at the beach though, and that is not good =( i gotta go buy a new one tomorrow, i have no phone insurance. but i say hey if im gonan buy a new phone i may as well buy a sick one eh? cell phones are really a fucking necessary evil. just like paying for parking. GOD DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i feel really happy about life right now haha. its such a refreshing feeling, i think it&apos;s cuz im alone. i hardly ever get to be alone anymore. im having fun chilling, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out to eat with my mom and her bf today at a chinese buffet. i must say that sea food is disgusting, and i almost disowned my mother for eating bejing duck. fucking disgusting, how could one eat a duck? brings tears to my ears! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its so amazing, here. it&apos;s alright. cuz theres beauty in the breakdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night, nichole and i went over to the old rayburns residency. got fucking drunk. i was so drunk i forgot how to play rock paper scissors. but it was hilarious. we all discussed our plans for our Alternate Universe dome, in which you do everything you wished you could do in the real world, but didnt, because you felt it was wrong or inappropriate. mike wants to shit in a bathtub. haha. we&apos;d all dance in line at a fast food place, and sing our orders. shit, drunkenness is great. ive gotta get my tolerance up for cabo baby, shit! i cannot goddamn wait for that trip. we will order a beer straight off the plane. cheers folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy and dark skinned. hiding the fact youre dead again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im rambling. this is one of those nights that i wish everyone would be online, and no one is lol. maybe cuz its sat night lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of ecstacy. a little bit of you and me. a little bit will set you free. a little bit of ecstacy. tell me that you want me. tell me that you need me. tell me that you want me. tell me that you love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha trance is fuckin sick. my mom has a grip on our computer. i like it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris, do me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2005 00:58:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>yeah so basically im about to change my life. brandon was being shady again today and im fuckign over it. i told him its over. this time im serious. im goign to get my guitar and some shit from his house after work and im gonan slap him very hard and tell him what a fucking shitty bf he is. and then im getting over that asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna find a boy who actually treats me like i fucking deserve to be treated. no fucking liars or game players, cuz im tired of that shit. ive wasted 2 years with a fucking idiot. im single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to daniels house tonight, yes my old ex bf. im gonna go chill with him and his friends and hopefully be able to drink some and chill out in his spa. daniels so rad, hes leaving to asu soon so i wanted to see him before we both go off to college and shit. hmmmm...i wonder what&apos;ll happen tonight. heh. im not used to other boys. im scared! better not take advantage, shit. i cant resist that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior ditch day tomorrow. going to the beach. it&apos;ll be fun. i cant fucking wait to graduate. i really cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and im not in the mood to be fucked with by boys. i dont give a shit who you are.</description>
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