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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 01:42:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>yo, new journal yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_alovelike__&apos; lj:user=&apos;alovelike__&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/alovelike__/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/alovelike__/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;alovelike__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 16:01:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve got a new journal.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to make a layout.. and code it.&lt;br /&gt;Which will take me awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I&apos;ve got the flu right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i&apos;m not in communities for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Back soon ~</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 02:54:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ughhghg. I feel just so sick and tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a giant let down. Dad won&apos;t stop lecturing me about school which I can&apos;t fucking take cause it&apos;s the only way he&apos;s involved with me. The weekly lecture is pretty much the only time we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t burn with Brodie anymore, because he always just passes out.&lt;br /&gt;Like tonight. Where we were supposed to have an important talk. I called at eight, his dad said he was right out. I called for the last time at 9:30 and he&apos;s still sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a contrast to the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add that last wednesday the 9th, Mom and I went and saw Jann Arden. We went for dinner and did some shopping and stuff downtown. It was cool I guess. I haven&apos;t spent that much time with my mom in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m starting to feel like I don&apos;t have any real friends anymore. Not like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know. I really want to be on a high again. I miss when life was more than just okay.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 00:23:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was kind of cool. I was really tired from the lonng week, so Brodie &amp; I took it easy. Friday night I went over to his Grandmothers place because it was her 81st birthday. That was pretty cool, I guess. Some of his aunts and cousins were there. I was invited for their Christmas dinner which they do on Christmas eve. Which is pretty convieniant because then I can do both dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Brodie came over and we had the house to ourselves since my parents left for the cottage for the weekend. We didn&apos;t do much. We tried to deep fry food, and Brodie brought over oil and stuff, but it wasn&apos;t hot enough and everything broke open and it was just all really gross. So we ordered in pizza instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re going away to Florida for March winter break, we think. We&apos;re going to his aunts place, and she has like, 20 horses, 2 ski-doos, a power boat. It&apos;s going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the Santa Clause parade. We&apos;re keeping it smaller this year, so it&apos;s just mum, dad, marilynn, brodie &amp; I.. Caitlin isn&apos;t coming home from uni until Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahhah. Christmas is kind of soon! I had to start writing my christmas list this weekend. Other than a ton of stuff from AE, I don&apos;t know what to get. Maybe some nice makeup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this amazing digitial SLR camera. But it&apos;s 2000$. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&apos;s Monday, which sucks, but I&apos;m going to go P2 to Brodies place and then he&apos;ll come for lunch, and that always makes Monday a little bit better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really tired. I&apos;ve actually got a lot of work that I should be doing, but I&apos;m just so blaaaah that I don&apos;t feel like it. I&apos;ve got a 41 in math. Damn. Philo is probably a 70 and english is a 90 something. So I&apos;m all over the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I love Brodie so much. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 19:15:37 GMT</pubDate>
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So, that sucked. And the codeine is doing awful things to me. My stomach kills. I&apos;m bruised all over. But whatever, they&apos;re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a whole week off of school. I&apos;m never going to be able to catch up ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome. James, Brodie and I went to the library and smoked. James isn&apos;t so good looking up close.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my parents left. PARTY HERE BITCHES.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2005 14:34:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, I&apos;m a little screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m working 32 hours in October, and all that gets me is 222.40 dollars. WHAT. I get my g2 next month. At that rate, ill be working 18 months to get 4000$, for a shitbox car. How stressful is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m hoping I can get dad to donate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get 2000$, it&apos;s going to take 289 hours of work... and at (hopefully) 48 hours a month, that&apos;s going to take six months. (I have a calculator in front of me and nothing better to do~) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped bio. Man, that shit was haarrrd. But now I have 7 credits and I wanted eight so I can take two spares next year. Soooo, I&apos;ve gotta make up for it. I think I&apos;ll do it sem 2, online, because I&apos;ve got co-op next sem, and that won&apos;t give me a lot of work, right. So I&apos;m going to make up for it and take the u/c law, which will be awesome because I&apos;m taking co-op probably in a law firm, so I&apos;ll have the materials and if not... Daddy ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s p2 right now. You would think having a spare would be better than this. Buuut, I&apos;m going to take my driving school and do my road training period two.. I should sign up for that since it&apos;ll start in OCT. And I&apos;m going to just do four days straight of in class and get it done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, everything needs to be planned out now. It&apos;s so hectic. But I can get a lot of my home work and stuff done period two.. so I guess that&apos;s not so bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonsils are out oct 11. Ouch. ;_; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 16:59:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Updateee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out what tutor I&apos;m going to go to. Brodies old one. It&apos;s Teachers Tutoring.. or something. It&apos;s like, two minutes from my school. We think they&apos;ll have math. If not, I&apos;m not going to be so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don&apos;t want to deal with driving school at the same time as everything else that&apos;s going on, so I think I&apos;m going to try to take it in Orillia for the rest of the summer. If that works, it would be awesome because then I can go and get my G2 in November easily. I don&apos;t have time to give up weekends during the school year, especially if I get this job I&apos;m looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I&apos;m looking for a job. I&apos;ve printed up tons of resumes, and today I&apos;m walking around the city centre handing them out to any store that will accept them. I think I might be able to talk my mother into being in Brampton for the last two weeks of summer, so that I can work those entire two weeks and put lots of time in, because when school comes around it&apos;s going to be a little more difficult to. And I want SOME money for the beginning of the school year, even though my first pay cheque will probably be zero. Or a negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then football, I was thinking about giving it up, but I really don&apos;t want to at all. It&apos;s fun and exercise, and I lost a ton of weight from it last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the four courses, I&apos;m going to be doing homework at lunches, and I&apos;m sure that I will be able to. If Brodie doesn&apos;t have my lunch, then that&apos;s cool cause I&apos;ll just go to the library and I&apos;m sure someone else will be doing the same thing. And if he does, I&apos;m going to take one lunch a week and just have lunch, and that&apos;ll be cool then but he has a heavy sem too, so he&apos;ll have enough homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I want school more now, just so I can know how everything is going to turn out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:23:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I&apos;m slowly becoming more of an idiot. I&apos;m really looking forward to this sem, and I think I have to or I&apos;ll die. Bio, Eng, math, and philo. Philosophy should be really, really cool and I&apos;m really looking forward to taking that course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s going to be crazy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those four heavy courses + Driving school in sept/oct + football in sept/oct + tutor for math and possibly bio if it helps for the sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be interesting to see if I can do it ~</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 14:34:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Zzzzyar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know how I really feel right now, to tell the truth. Brodie just left for a week in Mexico. With that BITCH Amanda. Ugh. I went to Carabram with his family yesterday, and she was there ALWAYS giving me bad looks and her little sister has had a crush on Brodie for the longest time, apparently, so I got bad looks from her too. Not that it actually mattered with her. I wanted to be like &quot;Listen, youre going into grade eight. The older boys don&apos;t like you ~~~&quot; And laugh in her face or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Hawaiian area and Irish. Had a beer at the Irish one. His grandma like. Loves me. I arrived later than everyone at the Hawaiian one, and she was like &quot;Oh, look at that, the whole family is here now.&quot; And she said that once earlier too, apparently. And we were talking about how my family is from Scotland and daddy plays the pipes. I moved from like. Page one to four. She was so hammered though. She&apos;s like. 5&apos; maybe? And probably like. 120. Lmfao. Such a light weight. So nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also the Lucas Holtom carnival. I was morning photographer. It was so hot out. My face got a like. Perfect tan. That was pretty sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are coming home today. I don&apos;t know if I&apos;m going up today or tomorrow. I&apos;m trying to get a hold of Cass but doesn&apos;t work. Or somethings not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my stomach hurts. I should eat, but I don&apos;t even feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must buy DVDs of: The Breakfast Club, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, St Elmo&apos;s Fire. Must find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I feel so blah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2005 01:58:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m stuck at my cottage cause my parents said no one could come up this weekend but for a good reason, we have no room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have weed, but I dont want to smoke alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have booze, but I dont want to drink alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Brodie like crazy. I didnt talk to him the entire weekend. Considering we at least talk every day, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t have a best friend anymore. Accepting applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now what do I have. School and Brodie and some friends? Friends that, most of them, dont even matter. Like for hook ups for drugs. Fuck you, find your own E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Linda &amp; Skuji to come up this weekend. But no. No no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD im going home tomorrow, I think I&apos;d day if I stayed here any longer. This lonely feeling sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 17:21:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think I really am going to go back to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Not smelly ballet, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hop, and lyrical.. possibly break dancing, if it&apos;s not on Fridays this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy I&apos;m so excited.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 16:33:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Whaaat a fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So last day of school. Hurrah ~ But I didn&apos;t think it would be this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to math and I&apos;m sitting with Sara and Kelly and then Miss. DiStasi starts talking about the blueman group and I was like &quot;Holyyy, I soo wanted to go to that.&quot; and she said she hadn&apos;t heard of them but she got 6 tickets anyway. (Ps, wtf, six tickets? They&apos;re 60$ a seat!) And then she gave me two. I was like WOAAAHHHH. She said I should come by after fourth period to collect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did. And then I was like &quot;woah, I should phone mom.&quot; So I looked for my cellphone and started freaking out because it wasn&apos;t there. So Brodie says we should call it. I was kinda urked because I was like &quot;Well, if someone picked it up then they&apos;re not going to be giving it back.&quot; And we didn&apos;t have 25 cents anyway. Poo&apos;r. So we went back and checked the room and it wasn&apos;t on the table and I was like &quot;UGH, WTF.&quot; And really sad. And then I checked the seat and it was there. I was so happy. I don&apos;t have another 500$ To cancel the first contract, second contract, and buy mum &amp; I new phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we weent home to Brodies and his mom was there. Oops. It was cool though because my mom picked us up, and I told her in the car. And she knew how happy it would make me to go so she was trying to figure out how to get us there on time (It was 4 o&apos;clock and show started at 7 o&apos;clock) So we waited till dad got home, then they drove us to the subway in Toronto and we got there just on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we sit down, we&apos;re just talking, and a stage crew man comes up to us and is like &quot;you have two audience participation seats. If you wouldn&apos;t mind, would you come to the back, you&apos;ll be allowed back up to these seats fifteen minutes into the show.&quot; I thought they were just going to sit there or something, so I was whatever about it. Fifteen minutes in and it looks like they&apos;re about to do this HUGE stunt with paint, and then this huge siren comes on and they stop and then an opera voice starts singing &quot;YOURE LATTEEEE YOURE LAAAATEEEEE&quot; And they walked us up to the seats with this huge spot light on us and a camera so the ENTIRE theater saw us. Oh man I couldn&apos;t stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the show continued. The entire show was absolutely AMAZING. I&apos;m going again with Cass for her birthday &amp;lt;3 But don&apos;t worry, bitch, that&apos;s not gonna be all. It&apos;ll be a raddd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were taking the 77 back to Brampton. And Brodie was hungry so he got a hot dog and since neither of us had eaten we split it in half. We get on the 77 and I was just like &quot;Mm. My tummy hurts&quot; and he said his did too. But I told myself that I could just sit there and be okay. And then I was like &quot;Nooope.&quot; I pulled the cord and told him like, I HAVE to get off this bus. I got off and like. within two seconds I puked. Luckily the bus didn&apos;t see ;_; He did too. Wtf food poisoning. We took the next 77 that came along and made it back to Brampton. Brodie slept. It was a long bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dad came and picked us up, dropped Brodie off, and then we were driving down Vodden. And I was like &quot;KIKIII&quot; Which is what I say for cat. Because I thought I saw a cat. And then I looked at the tail and I was like &quot;Wow, that&apos;s a really long skinny tail for a cat.&quot; and then the cat turned around and it was a rat! SO FUCKING GROSS. It looked like just a giant rat. Like the one in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. It was a musk rat. It was fucking gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Brodie &amp; hopefully Cass &amp; I are going to the movies. Then Brodies probably going to sleep over. Bye bye parents at cottage. If I felt just a little bit better, or a little more fun, I&apos;d probably go drink. But nah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 21:43:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sup guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing great to reporrrttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. Good stuff that&apos;s happened since last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday Brodie and I went on a date, cause we hadn&apos;t for a really long time. But it was all a suprise to me. Soooo, first we went bowling. And he tried to let me win the second time. He even like. tossed the ball down the lane thing. But it was a strike. I was like... wtf. It came to like one point difference. Boourns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to my fav. restaurant, Phos. We got take out and walked over to Gage park and there was a little concert thing in the park and sat on the grass and just chilled. It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the Athletic Banquet. holyyyy. So much fun. I wore this little pleated light brown skirt and a dark brown tank with high shoes and a matching purse. Nice hair. Make up. It was tons of fun. And I made that bitch Kaila cry. Roooofle. Cause I gave Joey a hug when I left. Like. 30 second hug. During it he was lke &quot;oh shit, shit shit she&apos;s looking.&quot; I was like &quot;ugh, fine,&quot; and I tried letting go and he held me closer. Lmfao. I&apos;m going to put so much effort into breaking them up, it&apos;s not even going to be funny. He asked me to, though, cause for some reason she&apos;s always been jealous of me? I was like, wtf, you have the better hips here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my photography exam out of the way. Now I just have French (easy), History (ehh), and math (... usk.)  Will comes into the exam today, last minute for entering, COMPLETELY baked off his ass. I couldn&apos;t believe it. I finished the exam in 30 mins cause it was only photoshop and like.. wtf, I&apos;ve been using photoshop for years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is all exam review. Suuucks. I just thought that review was spelt revue. That sucks a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;color: black; background: #eeeeee&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#eeeeee&quot;&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#eeeeee&quot;&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;4&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#eeeeee&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;color: black; background: #dddddd&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#eeeeee&quot;&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;color: black; background: #dddddd&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;61&quot;&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width=&quot;30&quot;&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html&quot;&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://similarminds.com&quot;&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/I am: crave attention, messy, open, rash, irritable, like large parties, low self control, weird, fragile, does not like to be alone, emotionally sensitive, worrying, depressed, heart over mind, does not respect authority, dependent, not rule conscious, not good at saving money, more interested in relationships than intellectual pursuits, likes to fit in, very social, frequently second guesses self, phobic, suspicious, not careful, outgoing, vain, compassionate, aggressive, like to make fun, hate to lose&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2005 22:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s been awhile, I guess. But I never really seem to have anything interesting to tell. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m in love, girls, and I wanna make it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just amazing. Well. I don&apos;t know actually. It&apos;s mostly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks a little, though until I&apos;m with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed over here last night. I fell asleep with him holding me and I bet when I slept it was with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m such a downer, though. Teenage romances aren&apos;t built to last years. So I guess realising that is a bit harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I couldn&apos;t stop thinking. How different everything is and how different I feel. What&apos;s changed in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family: My sister went to University, something that made my dad seriously proud for once. She didn&apos;t achieve great marks, but still. She got into University and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: My marks aren&apos;t that great... my high school average is only 83.. I&apos;m getting a 50 something in math. I&apos;m really worried. I&apos;ve been trying so hard, though. I just don&apos;t get it =( I finally made my own decision! Dads angry. I decided to take Co-op. Second semester of next year. Being a student teacher in a special education class room. I&apos;m SO excited. I can&apos;t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: Well... duuuh. Fell in love with a boy. No longer just going around for fun. At first I wasn&apos;t too happy about it, I guess. But now. I am. He makes me smile on the outside and on the inside. It&apos;s grand, and I love the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships: I&apos;ve seen a lot go down, and that&apos;s really sad. But, it takes two, you know? So I can&apos;t be crying over it. I&apos;ve not been the best friend I could have been this year. Because I&apos;ve had so much on my plate, I couldn&apos;t possibly have focused on everything. I&apos;m so lucky to have a best like Cass who can understand it, and not get angry about it when I&apos;d rather go to sleep on a Friday night than go out and drink. It&apos;s amazing. She&apos;s amazing. And I love her like the sista she is. &amp;lt;3 I&apos;ve met a ton of new people this year. And I guess in a way they kinda took place of a lot of my old friends from Earnscliffe and the Earncliffe times. But that&apos;s what happens when you go to different schools and fall in with different crowds, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: I have no job. And I&apos;m not allowed a job until grade eleven. I&apos;m kinda happy, though. Because my life would have been much more difficult if I had had a job this year. At the end of August I&apos;m going to put around my resume and go to Armor and get a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what else. This year I&apos;ve gotten my G1, my belly button pierced, lost it, found a great boy, made some great friends. I&apos;ve changed a ton, and you know what, I LOVE who I&apos;ve become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this year &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 01:30:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s been such a long time, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Lots has happened. :&apos;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know where to begin. And I know once I say one thing, I&apos;ll forget the rest and it&apos;ll seem like I do nothing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month was actually really bad. There was this kid, Ryan, who went after Cassie and I at the same time. And then he went after me with all this &quot;Oh baby, I love you, please don&apos;t break my heart, read this poem I wrote for you &amp;lt;3&quot; (Poem attached below) bullshit. I figured I would just let him say whatever he really wanted to say. And then he basically screwed around with my head, and yes, I feel really stupid for it, but there&apos;s nothing I really can do now. He kept telling me over and over again to &apos;dump&apos; Brodie, and I seriously considered it before going ape shit on his ass for telling me something like that. Lame stuff right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my sixteenth. I got my G1, but I&apos;m too afraid to drive. =( Like.. really really too afraid to drive. Brodies dad took me to a parking lot, I touched the gas and that was enough for me. ._&amp;gt; This weekend at the cottage, my mum told me I can drive to Orillia and back and stuff. OH YAY. Yeah that&apos;ll be fun. With my G1, though, I can go to the speed go-karts (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.formulakartways.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.formulakartways.com/&lt;/a&gt;) And as weird as it sounds, it&apos;s really fun. It&apos;s stressful though. The carts are meant for 200 LB older men, so anyone smaller just flies. The corners &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; I spun out soo many times. It was awesome. Sometime next year, when everyone will have their G1 (AND ILL HAVE MY G2, SUCKERS &amp;lt;3) Brodie, Joey, and I want to make a day where we&apos;ll all just go and kill each other on the track (by renting out the track, 90$, no one else would get in =o AWESOME.) It&apos;ll be funnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March Break wasn&apos;t really much. We didn&apos;t go to Mexico this year. =( Dad promised next year we would, and we&apos;re keeping him to it, so it&apos;ll be fun. Most of it was spent with Cass and Brodie. A few other people too, but that was about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else. I&apos;m getting my braces off in twenty days. That will be seriously grand. I got my eyebrows done today, NO MORE MANBROWS. Hellz yes. Hot &amp;lt;3 I want to lose weight. I feel fat &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry for what I did to you &lt;br /&gt;I know all that I put you through &lt;br /&gt;ANd that you can never forgive me &lt;br /&gt;I played with feelings and I got hurt &lt;br /&gt;But thats exactly what I deserve &lt;br /&gt;but please try and see &lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t expect you to turn the other cheek &lt;br /&gt;But if you turned a little just to take a peek &lt;br /&gt;You would see I was on my knee&apos;s pleading u &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry that I feel this way I grew on to you &lt;br /&gt;I need you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t control the way I feel tonight &lt;br /&gt;And it gets so dark without your light &lt;br /&gt;And theres nothing I can do to make this right &lt;br /&gt;But your the one I like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to you like every day &lt;br /&gt;How did u not expect me to feel this way? &lt;br /&gt;ANd I saw you kiss him &lt;br /&gt;And I know it is a sin &lt;br /&gt;But for that moment I wished that I was him &lt;br /&gt;You said u liked daring &lt;br /&gt;So here I go &lt;br /&gt;Not ashamed of my feelings I can&apos;t be alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s my forever statement I&apos;m  forever sorry &lt;br /&gt;And I know I can&apos;t mean that much to you anymore &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just trying to stop u from walking out the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can&apos;t stop you from leaving tonight &lt;br /&gt;but it gets so damn cold without your light &lt;br /&gt;And if theres anything I can do to stop this fight &lt;br /&gt;cuz your the one that can make it all right cuz ur the one I like</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:14:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t been updating much because I haven&apos;t really been around much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brodie and I are dating. It&apos;s only been a short while but I love it. He&apos;s like a best friend. I think that&apos;s why I like him so much. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; Gonna jinx it if I talk about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam week is going really well. I had my english exam that I feel I did really well on. Tomorrow is Science and I&apos;m really nervous about it but once it&apos;s done. &amp;lt;3 Everything is going to be grand. And math next sem. &amp;lt;333 I can&apos;t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night and wednesday night are going to be radddd. Staying over at Jenns tomorrow. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 13:29:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2005 22:07:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have been in the best mood all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week has just been grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today all classes went by quickly. During Journalism Joey was in class because their hockey game was cancelled. So we walked around, found Brodie, and then walked around with him. They tried to teach me how to play hockey. And how to just hold the stick but it didn&apos;t work. So we walked around more, found Pooley and took pictures of him. Thennn Joey and Brodie had to go pick up the rest of their hockey stuff from the gym and Kaila came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such bad looks. ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Brodie was walking me to the bus stop and I had to run to catch it. Not that far and the bus didn&apos;t move but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be grand. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laser Quest (shhh, it&apos;s still cool) on Friday with Joey, Brodie, Cass, and Ryan. And then Cass is staying over. Then Cass and I are hanging out all of Saturday until I go over to Brodies and watch his little sister with him. And learn how to play poker. I know I won&apos;t be good at it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday is church and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd that&apos;s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sleepy. Going to go lay down.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2005 02:03:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh man. What a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period I handed in my assignment and for the rest of the class we just talked. In science we&apos;re running through Bill Nye movies because we&apos;re ahead now. English (which was very.. very interesting.) we&apos;re doing ISU presentations for the rest of the sem. And journalism Joey and I just sat, listened to music, and talked about our plans for the future. Which sounds kinda lame, but it was really good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m in such a good mood. It&apos;s kinda weird actually.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I uhm. Arranged a time to talk to my dad about Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s so worried about me lately. I really don&apos;t know why. He gave me money just for spending money tonight when I went to the office for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is going to be... interesting. Double date, with half of it being a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that&apos;ll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 22:14:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, my day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30, took a shower and then just went back to my room and collapsed on the bed. Parents didn&apos;t even try to wake me up again, but I woke up at 9:30 and just stayed in bed and looked up at the top bunk for half an hour until mum called and said I have an appointment at 1:30. Fell back asleep. Woke up at 12 when dad like, shook me awake to make sure I wasn&apos;t dead. .__.  &lt;br /&gt;Apparently he and my mum had been talking during the next half hour that I was asleep cause he woke me up and told me to get ready for the doctors. So I took another shower, did my hair and make up and stuff cause I haven&apos;t been outside for three days so it was a grand event. &lt;br /&gt;Had tons of tests done at the doctors, waited awhile and all came back negative and the symptoms are not that of a cold/flu because I have an enlarged spleen. Gross &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go get a blood test done and the tried my right arm first and first couldn&apos;t find the vein (&quot;oopsie! let us try dis again!&quot;) and then the lady had to bring someone else in and they tried on my left arm. And first my arm was shaking a lot because needles. =\! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then they finally got some after missing AGAIN (Wtf, is that okay?) and I had to go down to the see the doctor again and she told me I wasn&apos;t allowed to exersise and I was supposed to relax a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home my mum stopped at the pita place and told me to get whatever, and was disapointed when I only got a grape fruitopia but foot right now. Ick. I wasn&apos;t even thirsty but she would have been angry if I didn&apos;t want anything. Sooo we went to wallmart cause wants some special lighter for candles (What the hell? They all do the same thing...) and I got cosmo + cosmo girl + really good coverup. And then I really wanted to go home. Mum made one more quick stop and then I came home. I just slept for an hour and then read cosmo girl and there&apos;s this really good 12 work out plan, and then I read cosmo and there&apos;s an article on exersises to work your butt and I want to try =( But I&apos;m &apos;not allowed&apos;. Lame. Sleep + no eating has made me lose like five pounds. =) So unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cosmo girl they have an article on kissing with &apos;five kisses to try this weekend&apos; (=|) and the first is &apos;the statue kiss&apos; in which the one person just sits there for one minute straight and does nothing, then they switch. Sorry, how is that at all fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just thought that was a little weird and since I haven&apos;t been to journalism class in three days, there&apos;s no one else to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sleep &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2005 16:55:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, we have come to the conclusion that Jude Law is just too sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it was possible, but oh - it is.&lt;br /&gt;Jude Law is too sexy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2005 00:36:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick. Saw it coming. But a few minutes ago just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad actually woke me up and told me to go to the living room. Whatever, went with him. &lt;br /&gt;I get there and he starts telling me how unhappy he sees me, and how much potential I have but that I&apos;m wasting it.&lt;br /&gt;He then tells me that he thinks I&apos;m unhappy because of the stuff that happened when I was 12. And then he&apos;s like &quot;Oh, I know it wasn&apos;t your fault. Caitlin told you not to tell,&quot; blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;Thennnn he tells me that he wants us to go on a getaway somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, he told me to decide where.&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us to talk/do fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;As good as that sounds, I don&apos;t know. I don&apos;t talk to my dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. I thought I was happy? I know I&apos;m happy. So I don&apos;t know where he&apos;s coming from with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&apos;ll say new york :&apos;D&lt;br /&gt;Is that using him?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2005 00:53:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So. Stuff got a lot better, and then a little worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has stolen 500$ from me over the year she was going away from home and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So now my bank account is closed and I can&apos;t put any money in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And then my cheque was ripped, so though I&apos;ll probably get the money again, it&apos;ll take long enough. &lt;br /&gt;So that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today he tried to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Like I would forget everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Don&apos;t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is being rude to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Told her that if she went with Patterson again she&apos;d be out of the will.&lt;br /&gt;Now they&apos;re both carrying on.&lt;br /&gt;Annnd I still feel like ick.&lt;br /&gt;Three hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;+ tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;+ these insane bruises. &lt;br /&gt;+ head ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don&apos;t know. I don&apos;t really care for some reason. I&apos;m happy buuuut I don&apos;t know why. Not complaining. ._.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2005 02:41:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, I figured out a few of the things I learned this break today. And some of them I just figured out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Working in a smoke filled office is just a bad idea, no matter what the pay. (Bad cough.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Leaving your homework to the last day is just a stupid idea. (Bad headache.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Not all boys suck. Most do, but some don&apos;t. &amp;lt;3 (Bad heartache.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;As we kiss hard on the lips and swear that this year.. this year will be better than the last.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2004 17:44:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So today is another nothing day.&lt;br /&gt;I almost want to go back to school. Stuff just isn&apos;t working for this break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Christmas was pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;Clothes, thin ps2, hair stuff, makeup stuff, OC season one, dvds, money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On boxing day, Jenn and I went shopping. But it was pretty good cause we both wanted to go to the same stores. So I busted 200$ on ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Two AE hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;Hat&lt;br /&gt;Scarf&lt;br /&gt;Earings/Ring.&lt;br /&gt;Claires glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that&apos;s it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look at that I&apos;m kinda sad. Thought I bought more. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today. I&apos;m probably going to end up cleaning. Lame. My day off and I don&apos;t know what to do.</description>
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