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  <title>my fake plastic life</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 02:58:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you kill me</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m shaking.  about to cry.  and he might have a girlfriend.  I feel.  a lot of things.  I want people to write on here again because lack of myspace and livejournal makes me sad.  I don&apos;t know what&apos;s going on anymore.</description>
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  <lj:music>eve, the apple of my eye</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">eve, the apple of my eye</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 14:14:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the feelings she hides, she&apos;s lost in her mind</title>
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  <description>I feel like everything&apos;s going in slow motion, my brain is dead, yet everything goes by so quickly. my life is fast forward slow motion too boring idiotic.. pointless.  It&apos;s all a game we play just for a pastime as we wait to die.  Like a big fucking merrygoround that you get on but go only in circles, destination: right back where you came from.  What do you do in your spare time?  Any interesting hobbies?  I like to sit and watch the seconds, minutes, hours tick by.  I am wearing an abercrombie shirt.  Fashion is a bitch.  I am a fragmented girl, girl interupted.  Part of me slashes my wrists and gleefully watches as blood drips, while I rub neosporan on tell-tale scars that fade too quickly.  Must I live this meaningless life?  What fresh hell?  It&apos;s all shit on a half-shell, you don&apos;t need me to tell you that.</description>
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  <lj:music>a perfect circle &quot;imagine&quot;</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">a perfect circle &quot;imagine&quot;</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 14:40:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the pupil in denial</title>
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  <description>i want to die i want to die i want to die&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else to say, nor to do&lt;br /&gt;lost inside stupid girl, fucked up girl&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I can&apos;t breath for the first time&quot;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m a stupid cliche and when i&apos;m dead&lt;br /&gt;no one remembers, i know they don&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;to cry would be a sweet release which I know not of&lt;br /&gt;the feeling&apos;s gone, tape doesn&apos;t hold me together&lt;br /&gt;&quot;why do you do that?&quot; why do you ask&lt;br /&gt;you know she doesnt know and if she did&lt;br /&gt;she would never tell ...... you&lt;br /&gt;her heart broken, hospital visits, wire restraint&lt;br /&gt;something wrong, she&apos;s passed out on your floor&lt;br /&gt;when she wakes up still&lt;br /&gt;i want to die i want to die i want to die&lt;br /&gt;bloody tiles, bloody sheets, bloody bloodbath&lt;br /&gt;pink fashion conceals self destruction&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s not hard to string words together&lt;br /&gt;especially when you&apos;re insane&lt;br /&gt;&quot;i don&apos;t know&quot; &quot;you don&apos;t know?&quot; &quot;i don&apos;t know&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;that&apos;s quite all right&quot; echoes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i want to crash onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;feel sweet hard bitter hate that is love smash&lt;br /&gt;against my face, brake me&lt;br /&gt;why did he have to do it? why did i have to be stupid?&lt;br /&gt;why am i still alive?  I should have died long ago and then&lt;br /&gt;all this never would have happened&lt;br /&gt;I want to bleed all over these nice things&lt;br /&gt;cry on his unloving shoulder&lt;br /&gt;why doesn&apos;t he love me&lt;br /&gt;why doesn&apos;t he love me&lt;br /&gt;why doesn&apos;t he love me&lt;br /&gt;i loath myself and sleep on the couch&lt;br /&gt;maskara on your coushons, despair in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t want to fly across streets&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t want to smile and laugh in glorious happiness&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could say i don&apos;t want you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;but i do&lt;br /&gt;&quot;can&apos;t take me mind, can&apos;t take my mind off of you, &lt;br /&gt;till I find someone new&quot;</description>
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  <lj:music>damien rice the blowers daughter</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">damien rice the blowers daughter</media:title>
  <lj:mood>bitter</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 17:09:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m a little closer to feeling!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 14:03:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I will remember you . . .  will you remember me?</title>
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  <description>anyways.... ross..... people.... home.... gah i don&apos;t know.  I feel really wierd and confused and I slept in my moms bed all day and night and when I finally go into my room it smells like barf.  it freaked me out man...  I feel out of place.  odd.  And I don&apos;t know just really wierd like nothing happened or everything did and I can&apos;t beleive I&apos;m here at home.   It sounds stupid but sometimes I feel like my heart is swelling up and I can&apos;t breath or something. And then again, sometimes I just couldn&apos;t care less. Not completely about ross just ..... everything.  it&apos;s over.  but still i don&apos;t know how i could have been so naiive.  I wrote a poem about sadness and breakingup-ness.  I don&apos;t feel like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the broken hearted, confused, and misplaced</description>
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  <lj:music>something classical....</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">something classical....</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2005 14:46:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>nerd camp is the way to go</title>
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  <description>ooooooooo wow i have sooooooo much to tell you i had beautiful things to write last night but i didn&apos;t put them down on paper and noooooowwwwwww they have dissappeared........ aw man.  shitttttttt o well how is everyone???????   I miss you guys so much!!!!!  I didn&apos;t get to watch the fireworks on fourth of july and i believe that led to a very unfortunate chain of events o well ttyl love love love Eva</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2005 22:54:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i hurt the flower</title>
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  <description>what the fuck is going on?   I&apos;m so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had liike 3 cups of coffee and i&apos;m soooooo tired. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why doesn&apos;t he love me???????</description>
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  <lj:mood>blah</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 16:49:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What a Wonderful World</title>
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  <description>I finally see skies of blue, and I think I&apos;m gonna be OK.  As for my writing skills, I don&apos;t know.  My classes were canceled due to lack of interest.  But for some reason, I&apos;m releived, I don&apos;t know why.  So many things are happening and I don&apos;t know how or why, they just do.  I&apos;m going to new york, I have some new things, I&apos;m getting more tan, life is better.  I haven&apos;t tried to cut for a few days and I&apos;m really not planning on it.  Kati left this morning and it made me sad.  I had a dream that it was time for finals and Halli cried and yelled something out and I blew her a kiss.  I got lost in the bathrooms and my hair turned light blue and a cheerleader hit me in the face with a door.  I had a headache when I woke up but it  disappeared after some scrambled eggs and a pleasant morning discussion about plans with my mom.  Everythings gonna be alright?

When I go to NYC  I decided to be outlandish and be a different person and experience a bunch of culture and wear crazy clothes and be fantastic and make friends and be crazy. lovely, just lovely.   


Whatever I took my Zoloft I&apos;m gonna go sunbathe.  Come to teen swim every weekday 9-10 at Grant pool!  I&apos;ll be there!</description>
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  <lj:music>Rythm of the night</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Rythm of the night</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 19:52:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well............. sheeeeeeeeeeut</title>
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  <description>i got a d in bio.&lt;br /&gt;but this is good.&lt;br /&gt;now i retake it&lt;br /&gt;in summer school&lt;br /&gt;one semester&lt;br /&gt;instead of two&lt;br /&gt;time for vacation&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;hey you guys...&lt;br /&gt;come visit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps what does chipper mean?</description>
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  <lj:music>Can&apos;t Stop Now</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Can&apos;t Stop Now</media:title>
  <lj:mood>chipper</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 14:50:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>c&apos;est votre vie vous passant près</title>
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  <description>well this is my summer.  I start poetry class next monday for five days.  Then the next week it is memoirs.  After that, six weeks of conceptual physics.  Well, my summer has started wonderfully, but it does not seem as though shall end up like so.  HAYLEY AND I ARE GOING ON THE OTTER POP DIET!  I&apos;m excited for that.  I&apos;ve gone somewhere or done something every day for the last two days and I feel accomplished.  I think I&apos;ll go clean because I only have four hours before I go to lunch with my mutti.  Where has everyone gone?  How will I know what is going on with you?  Please write.  Or call me to talk.  I need this.  I need my life to keep going continuously without hesitation, no pregnant pauses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good.  Except for last night night I cried for no reason and tried to hack at my self with dull scissors.  Well it didn&apos;t work.  But I am alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that someday I may begin to believe in my future.  For now I await that day and cry that it is not here as of yet.  Maybe this is why......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the point is. . . suddenly my life doesn&apos;t seem such a waste.</description>
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  <lj:music>. . . . come what may . . . .</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">. . . . come what may . . . .</media:title>
  <lj:mood>aight</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2005 17:57:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hello jake!</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m listening to opera while the day is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;i overslept and now it sucks&lt;br /&gt;im going to clean&lt;br /&gt;then visit you&lt;br /&gt;in your dreams</description>
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  <lj:music>sarah brightman ~ no one like you</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2005 05:14:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I never wanted to be this way</title>
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  <description>well i don&apos;t know who you are, you girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s not as if I would care to either&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is my life &lt;br /&gt;f&amp;hearts;ck i hate the f&amp;hearts;cking tv always blaring in the background</description>
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  <lj:music>f&amp;hearts;cking tv</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 14:11:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>me talk pretty one day</title>
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  <description>my life has passed me by and everything I had planned&lt;br /&gt;someday fades into a dream that I can&apos;t remember&lt;br /&gt;because that&apos;s the way I am&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s the way it is&lt;br /&gt;my life will never be beautiful or profound&lt;br /&gt;it will just be stuck, here, as it is now, in this land of hellish nightmares&lt;br /&gt;spun from gossomer strands of a bland life and dead thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i hate this place, i hate myself, it doesn&apos;t go away&lt;br /&gt;im drunk in English but he&apos;s gone and it&apos;s all gone&lt;br /&gt;everything I ever wanted is 20 lightyears away&lt;br /&gt;and i don&apos;t even know how far that is.&lt;br /&gt;please make my life fall away because it&apos;s better than waiting</description>
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  <lj:music>evanescence &quot;imaginary&quot;</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>remorseful</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 03:42:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well this means i&apos;m cool</title>
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  <description>I have friends!  yay!  I&apos;m happy for myself!  . . . kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont give me shit about i&apos;m ditching old friends ~ you ditched me first so there.  anyways i still love ya and call me still if you think of it!  &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hasn&apos;t anyone written on here in so long?</description>
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  <lj:music>that song from almost famous</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>ok</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 23:54:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH</title>
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  <description>my life just feels somewhat torturous in all it&apos;s simplicity and happiness.  I&apos;m sooo lonely and aching.</description>
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  <lj:music>f&amp;hearts;cking monty pithon</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>well im aight</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 17:48:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i know why your heart cries</title>
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  <description>the sun went away and i am cold again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;hearts; jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lingering kisses must eventually fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s how the story really ends</description>
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  <lj:mood>empty</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2005 21:34:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>automatic supersonic hypnotic funky fresh</title>
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  <description>life is good&lt;br /&gt;and now i&apos;m smiling&lt;br /&gt;but strangely enough&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s still something missing&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m looking forward again&lt;br /&gt;but the now is empty&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll try to listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;but it hasn&apos;t been tested &lt;br /&gt;you know - for retardedness</description>
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  <lj:music>the ramones &quot;i wanna be sedated&quot;</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">the ramones &quot;i wanna be sedated&quot;</media:title>
  <lj:mood>restless</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 19:19:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A guidei&apos;m hot and my hair looks hot ok go i&apos;m a  beast yay! to not giving a fuck</title>
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  <description>im hot my hair is hot im a beast yay.  i got starbucks yay</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2005 14:48:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>We&apos;re all going to hell</title>
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  <description>Hilary Duff and friends&lt;br /&gt;giant dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;they almost stepped on you&lt;br /&gt;i ran away into the mountains&lt;br /&gt;dad was there&lt;br /&gt;we went to find me a manicure&lt;br /&gt;and asked the hookers for help&lt;br /&gt;when i got there &lt;br /&gt;natalie gave me a hug from behind&lt;br /&gt;i say hi natalie and she leaves&lt;br /&gt;i go to the pool of security&lt;br /&gt;and a fat animal thing &lt;br /&gt;comes out of the house&lt;br /&gt;ew that is so gross i scream&lt;br /&gt;and the cat comes over&lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s natalie even though&lt;br /&gt;she doesn&apos;t say anything&lt;br /&gt;i heart natalie&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck is my manicure?</description>
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  <lj:music>the vagina song</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>weird</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2005 15:11:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>But I am not a queen</title>
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  <description>I wish I could be beautiful.  I want long long long pants to wear with 4 inch heels but just pretend I am that tall.  I don&apos;t want to be sexy or anything, I just want to be loved.  Is that too much to ask?  I just want to kiss someone and wear something that is amazing and take a valium so i won&apos;t be so aware.  So you can&apos;t see me? I can&apos;t see you either.  Because you&apos;re behind a big giant wall and it&apos;s gray and giving me a headache.  I think I need some phoenix tears for my arm and elephant tranquilizers for my brain and I&apos;m not compulsive just insane.  Where the hell is prince charming because I&apos;ve been waiting to be swept off my feet but all I have is some shoes that hurt and a box of condoms.  I wanna go sniff some glue.  I wanna be sedated.  I think I&apos;ll go OD now.</description>
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  <lj:music>the vagina song</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">the vagina song</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2005 00:48:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This shit is bananas</title>
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  <description>B-A-N-A-N-A-S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun going to the hospital where I got to watch sex and the city on cable.  I get to take more meds.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 01:46:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it&apos;s not until next week and i have a therapy appointment</title>
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  <description>my life is fucked &lt;br /&gt;i want to die &lt;br /&gt;i hate myself &lt;br /&gt;i have a headache&lt;br /&gt;and a red bra&lt;br /&gt;that matches my blood&lt;br /&gt;ok that&apos;s nice&lt;br /&gt;have fun cutting yourself&lt;br /&gt;you stupid ugly bitch</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2005 00:03:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>me too</title>
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  <description>your weakness: everything&lt;br /&gt;your strengths: being fake&lt;br /&gt;your heart: is heavy&lt;br /&gt;favorite lyircs: I&apos;m thinking it&apos;s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they&apos;re perfectly alligned&lt;br /&gt;song that desribes you: we might as well be strangers&lt;br /&gt;song that desribes who you want to be: ready for the good times&lt;br /&gt;song that desribes your current mood: gah kelly clarkson behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;perfect evening: i don&apos;t believe in being happy.  i don&apos;t remember it.&lt;br /&gt;meal you wish you could cook: no i already cook too much&lt;br /&gt;fav. quote: I used to love him but i had to kill him&lt;br /&gt;one fav. designer of yours: john galliano&lt;br /&gt;if you were a song title: behind her hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;the title to the movie about your life: my life would make a hella boring movie&lt;br /&gt;dream job: gold digger.&lt;br /&gt;kind of weather you are: when it rains on and off&lt;br /&gt;age you wish you were: 0&lt;br /&gt;drink of choice: bourbon. no scotch. no protein shake. NO BAILEY&apos;S IRISH CREAM&lt;br /&gt;drug of choice: dior&lt;br /&gt;if you were a physical action: huddled and crying and writhing in a corner</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2005 23:49:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The sisterhood of the traveling pants is showing at 1:10 on wednesday at Lloyd Center thingy (that&apos;s the one outside  the mall).  It&apos;s $6.25.  May I remind you that that&apos;s the day of the jr. rose parade sooo be there at like 1:00 OK????!!!! GO!  LOVE YAAAA</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2005 20:48:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so sad</title>
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  <description>(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar &lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend&apos;s car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of my parent&apos;s house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on one of your myspace friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar &lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) met someone in person from myspace&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers (only for pain)&lt;br /&gt;( ) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled (^^)&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) pet a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;( ) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light&lt;br /&gt;(x) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;( ) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;( ) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey (wtf?! that is SO random)&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed penis in class&lt;br /&gt;(x) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) been a dancer&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn&apos;t take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;(x) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are paranoid to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts (spirits)&lt;br /&gt;(x) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you&apos;re hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) made porn&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) cried so hard you laughed &lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a Brittany Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone&apos;s name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someones hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;(x) killed an animal&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) had 3 some</description>
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