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  <updated>2008-05-24T05:45:21Z</updated>
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    <title>Ginger</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T05:45:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T05:45:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;grr. i cant believe this. i am crushing on this girl at school and i am becoming nervous about it. i have been slowly talking to her more and more, but i havent yet worked up the courage to ask her if she wants to hang out. the thing about it that has been freaking me out is that this is only the second time i have ever been shy with anyone. its not like me to be like this. the only other person i was every shy with was Priscilla, and we all know how that turned out. well... i still have until the 17 of June. lol. i think ima go for it on Tuesday and see if she wants to hang out between set up for the talent show, and call time. wish me luck!! *crosses fingers.. and toes. lol*</content>
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    <title>she's... gone</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T17:32:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i cant believe that delilah is gone. i love her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as megan and i walked over to her dead body, we could see that she was literally torn to pieces. we only wanted to feed her! i looked at delilahs face and wanted to hug her. she was/ IS my babygirl. my wifey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Delilah. I love you&lt;br /&gt;(we will find those dogs)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leashness:1269</id>
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    <title>stupidity....</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T04:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T04:17:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stupidity is one thing i am so fucking tired of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with stupid conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with stupid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with stupid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with stupid problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with stupid parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with stupid friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with anyone or anything who is not capable or willing to USE THEIR FUCKING BRAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversations that used to entertain me most, are ones i cannot deal with right now. i fucking hate it. and everyone.... except Kim. she is a wonderful exception to my hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now everyone can go find a way to fuck themselves in the ass. if they break their back, they better not come crying to me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out BITCHEZ!!</content>
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    <title>grrr</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T06:04:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T06:10:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate this feeling i get in the bottom of my stomach whenever I stop talking to Kim each night. it really feels like an emptiness that cant be filled, but the thing is is that it dissapears everytime i talk to her. i have no idea whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really, truly feel as if i am in love with this chick, but its kinda hard when you know that your love is not fully being accepted. i couldnt care less if she ever told me that she felt the same. yes, of course, i would be the happiest person alive if she did, but i do not feel emotions in order to recieve them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost. there is no way to write down what i am feeling. lets go with one adjective at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;confused&lt;br /&gt;swallowed up&lt;br /&gt;depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really just want to wallow in self-pity right now. let me be, and all will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;I HATE PEOPLE!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leashness:688</id>
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    <title>peek-a-boo</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T03:50:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ok. Well, here's how my day started. i woke up to my dog barking. yes. my dog was barking at 5:15 in the morning as my mom left to go to dialysis. i rolled over, and by 5:18, was ready to start throwing stuff at him. i texted Kim and told her to give me an hour more of sleep in hopes that the dog would subside. Boy, was i wrong. i gave up with the sonofabitch. i was up. that was that. not only that, but WIDE awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to school early for a change. odd, i know. i havent been early since academic decathlon (which i was awarded a medal for). people looked at me funny cause Kim decided to text me and my phone was on my keys.... it was loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so hectic. 3 of my friends would try to tell me something that had happened over the weekend or something, but i was so busy running from place to place that i would tell them to hold that thought, and then we would both forget what we were talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to colorguard. Mr. Eberly can kiss my shiny white ass. i'd rather pass my classes and get my hw done, so i went to tutoring with Antonia. her and i decided that we are going to go to tutoring every day now. im just going to have to tell Mr. Eberly that i cant start practice until 3 and not 2:30 like scheduled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIIITTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i had an itch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... all of you out there are jealous cause my girl is better than yours... she's awesome. she may not believe this when she reads it, but i actually fall more and more in love with her everyday. she is just on her rag (i say it with love babe!) so she is getting emotional. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find the damn moon. asshole. i wanted to see the eclipse but NNOOOO! it wont let me find it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.... thats my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy BITCHEZ!!</content>
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