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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 22:52:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Updating?</title>
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  <description>So, i haven&apos;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&apos;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&apos;s 6 in the past 5 years, and it&apos;s hard, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I just don&apos;t know what i&apos;m supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get close to someone and the next day, &lt;b&gt;they&apos;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&apos;ve been dealing with that pretty well, but i don&apos;t think i could handle another funeral.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn&apos;t seem right, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s all kinda...surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know, i&apos;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&apos;t that hard lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i&apos;m off to...wander or something.</description>
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  <lj:music>Senses Fail</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 20:15:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A little off, i guess you could say.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not too sure how i&apos;m feeling today, exactly, but it&apos;s on the good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;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&apos;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&apos;s ridiculous to say, but i&apos;m starting to feel old.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;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 &quot;i don&apos;t plan that far ahead.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;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 &quot;old friend&quot; i have keeps calling me, every day, at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; 4 times a day, and it&apos;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&apos;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 &quot;good times&quot; we had.&lt;br /&gt;And i&apos;m so over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i have to be going. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <lj:music>Patrick Park</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 21:09:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I feel like i may just puke...</title>
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  <description>So, me and my lil sis decided it&apos;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&apos;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&apos;m going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not the most fun feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i&apos;ve went into hiding, so everyone else won&apos;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&apos;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.</description>
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  <lj:music>Halifax</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 02:22:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Everything i learned about breaking hearts, i learned from you...&quot;</title>
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  <description>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&apos;s good.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i hear back from them soon.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;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&apos;s something i&apos;ve wanted to do like, my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Alias. I&apos;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&apos;ve kept tons of shit from him, in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he&apos;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&apos;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&apos;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&apos;m doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, friends coming over, gotta go.</description>
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  <lj:music>Death Cab For Cutie</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 11:42:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So very lost...</title>
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  <description>So, there&apos;s all these nifty little things you can do on here, but i&apos;m kinda confused as to how i should go about doing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m still not quite sure what the hell i&apos;m doing but...that&apos;s normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i&apos;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&apos;s still pretty achey from yesterday, and i really didn&apos;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&apos;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&apos;m thinking about doing something drastic with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s time for some change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend is coming up so fast, i&apos;m just happy i&apos;ll finally be getting a &lt;i&gt;break&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re gonna go out to some clubs, maybe a couple parties,i don&apos;t know, but i have this strong urge to dance, so hopefully i will this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i&apos;m off.</description>
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  <lj:music>Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Taking Back Sunday</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 00:46:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How about that...</title>
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  <description>So, i&apos;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&apos;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&apos;s also my roomate and i&apos;m in the process of moving to another place(3 hours away) so she&apos;s a little upset. I&apos;d react the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i&apos;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&apos;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&apos;m happy&lt;/b&gt;. I&apos;m happier than i&apos;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&apos;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&apos;m off to bed.</description>
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  <lj:music>Bright Eyes</lj:music>
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