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  <updated>2005-11-10T22:52:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chances_lovey:1673</id>
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    <title>Updating?</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T22:52:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T22:52:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Senses Fail</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, i haven't written in this in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty busy with volunteering and such, life in general really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life's been hitting me pretty hard lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had yet another person in my life die recently...&lt;br /&gt;So, that's 6 in the past 5 years, and it's hard, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what i'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get close to someone and the next day, &lt;b&gt;they're gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've been dealing with that pretty well, but i don't think i could handle another funeral.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem right, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all kinda...surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i'm talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a semi-brighter note, i &lt;i&gt;attempted&lt;/i&gt; to make dinner last night, and failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i mean &lt;b&gt;miserably.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up setting the smoke detectors off and burning my finger in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone was pretty reluctant to let me back into the kitchen tonight, but i did pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, i only made hamburger helper, so it wasn't that hard lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm off to...wander or something.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chances_lovey:1435</id>
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    <title>A little off, i guess you could say.</title>
    <published>2005-10-24T20:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-24T20:15:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Patrick Park</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm not too sure how i'm feeling today, exactly, but it's on the good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my little sisters birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and i were teasing her about her presents for weeks, telling her that we weren't getting her anything, and asking her when her birthday was(for the hundreth time).&lt;br /&gt;It was fun torturing her.&lt;br /&gt;We did it up until today, and she believed us. until we actually gave her the presents and cake and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she should be a happy little camper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthdays next month. and i know it's ridiculous to say, but i'm starting to feel old.&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be 20.&lt;br /&gt;What a sad thing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf keeps bugging me about what i want to do, and i keep telling her "i don't plan that far ahead."&lt;br /&gt;She'll be lucky if i decide what i want to do the day of.&lt;br /&gt;If i even remember, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, but true, i have a tendency to forget such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "old friend" i have keeps calling me, every day, at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; 4 times a day, and it's driving me &lt;i&gt;insane&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he expects me to be home all day, waiting for his call, and not have a social life outside of his friendship. &lt;b&gt;Seriously&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows my house phone and cell phone, and this may sound bad, but sometimes i just don't answer it cause i get &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; tired of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he wants to do is be stuck in the past and remember all the "good times" we had.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i have to be going. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chances_lovey:1135</id>
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    <title>I feel like i may just puke...</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T21:09:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-15T21:21:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Halifax</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, me and my lil sis decided it'd be fun to make our own homemade pizza and some breadsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad&lt;/b&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are we the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; cooks ever, but we also decided to make the rest of our family and friends miserable also, by making them eat it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad, but i ate more than i should have (to defend my cooking pride of course) and now i feel like i'm going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the most fun feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've went into hiding, so everyone else won't attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trust really goes out of a relationship when you literally make them sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the bright side, i'm sure no one will ever trust us in the kitchen again, to save us from ourselves(and everyone else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have to make a few phone calls and such, so bye for now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chances_lovey:847</id>
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    <title>"Everything i learned about breaking hearts, i learned from you..."</title>
    <published>2005-10-14T02:22:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T02:22:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Death Cab For Cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, todays been much of the same.&lt;br /&gt;I turned in my app. for some other volunteering i want to do, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i hear back from them soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;More excited then i thought i was going to be, but it's something i've wanted to do like, my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Alias. I'm so &lt;b&gt;disgustingly obsessed&lt;/b&gt; with that show...&lt;br /&gt;They need some sort of rehab for it.&lt;br /&gt;I could probebly start one of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my s.o. was extremely distracted today, which in turn, distracted(and &lt;i&gt;annoyed&lt;/i&gt;)the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a few issues he seems to be dealing with, although he seems to &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; want to get into it with me, for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is okay, cause god knows, i've kept tons of shit from him, in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he'll come around, so i can quit being so obsessive about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving on&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bf went shopping today for some appliances and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we did that, it was because &lt;b&gt;we blew up the toaster and the microwave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In like, &lt;u&gt;the same day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's for some friends, moving out on their own, and need all the help they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what's going on this weekend,plans always seem to change at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;And god forbid i have any control over what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, friends coming over, gotta go.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chances_lovey:644</id>
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    <title>So very lost...</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T11:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T11:42:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, there's all these nifty little things you can do on here, but i'm kinda confused as to how i should go about doing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not quite sure what the hell i'm doing but...that's normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm up early, doing some more cleaning and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is coming to my rescue and bringing over some &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; needed caffiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's still pretty achey from yesterday, and i really didn't get that much sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being kept up by my S.O. (on the phone) and my bf (in my bed) and it was absolute &lt;i&gt;torture&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't been thinking much about my pets(dog and cat) but i was thinking about them last night, and how this move is going to affect them, and i felt kinda bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, things are really good right now, i just pray they stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about doing something drastic with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for some change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend is coming up so fast, i'm just happy i'll finally be getting a &lt;i&gt;break&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna go out to some clubs, maybe a couple parties,i don't know, but i have this strong urge to dance, so hopefully i will this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm off.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chances_lovey:336</id>
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    <title>How about that...</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T00:46:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T00:46:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, i've decided to write a quick entry before i head off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up way too early this morning, and was cleaning and moving furniture all day, so my poor little body is just &lt;i&gt;exhausted&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, who knows all my little buttons to push, has been testing her limits all day, annoying the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been best friends with her for 8 years now and i love her to death, but sometimes i just want to tell her to &lt;i&gt;fuck off&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i understand her reasoning behind it all, so it makes it harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also my roomate and i'm in the process of moving to another place(3 hours away) so she's a little upset. I'd react the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll still see her everyday. Moving three hours away is not going to seperate us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she also has a problem with my new boyfriend. And it pisses her off that she can't find any flaws in him(yet). She still finds a reason to bitch, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in better news : &lt;b&gt;I'm happy&lt;/b&gt;. I'm happier than i've been in &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it feels really good&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I finally found someone (besides my best friends) who makes me outrageously happy.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, tom cruise and katie holmes happy lol.&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not so much like them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not taking things too serious or too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of that in the past to know it never works out.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm off to bed.</content>
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