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  <updated>2005-06-15T08:19:17Z</updated>
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    <title>mirroredreality @ 2005-06-14T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T08:19:03Z</published>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mirroredreality:11316</id>
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    <title>changing.</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T01:40:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-19T01:40:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~sued"&gt;sued&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowiez. it's going to be different. way different.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mirroredreality:11206</id>
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    <title>mirroredreality @ 2003-12-20T08:10:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T18:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T18:11:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">zoo left. quit. disabled. self-froze. is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all my fucking fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mirroredreality:10813</id>
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    <title>mirroredreality @ 2003-12-18T15:42:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-19T01:44:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-19T01:44:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the hearts i've twisted.&lt;br /&gt;for all the souls i've torn.&lt;br /&gt;for all the friends i've ignored.&lt;br /&gt;for all the people i've left forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;for all the tears i've shed.&lt;br /&gt;for all the lives i've warped.&lt;br /&gt;for all the joy i've felt.&lt;br /&gt;for all the minds i've scarred.&lt;br /&gt;for all the uneeded emotions.&lt;br /&gt;for all the love i don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;for all the guilt i've given out.&lt;br /&gt;for all the ones i haven't served.&lt;br /&gt;for all the ones i've gotten mad at.&lt;br /&gt;for all the ones i've wasted.&lt;br /&gt;for all the suicidal thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;for all the blood i've tasted.&lt;br /&gt;for all the "i'm sorry."'s&lt;br /&gt;for my uneeded prescence.&lt;br /&gt;for all the bad things i've said.&lt;br /&gt;for all the ungiven presents.&lt;br /&gt;for spiritually loving you.&lt;br /&gt;when you knew it was only fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;most of all, for being me...&lt;br /&gt;for existing in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to everyone.. i'm sorry. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mirroredreality:10551</id>
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    <title>MEMORYGONEWHUT?</title>
    <published>2003-12-14T22:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-14T22:20:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>why can't i // liz phair</lj:music>
    <content type="html">-spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazattack.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--; MY STUPID ASS COMPUTER DECIDED TO NOT HAVE ENOUGH MEMORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I cannot do anything. Motherfucking thing. Grar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make anymore icons, layouts, nor can I save anything to this goddamned server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/end&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmk. I'm fine now. :) NO NOT REALLY. but it's okay. we'll make like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server4.uploadit.org/files2/141203-omgwtf.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you didn't see that coming. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellanyways. I will be moving to another LJ soon, seeing how I am a lazyarse and I don't want to delete all these posts that are clogging up my LJ and making it look hella ugly. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uhm, I'll get back to deleting everything on my harddrive. Ta. =)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mirroredreality:10000</id>
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    <title>:) backbackbackagain.</title>
    <published>2003-12-11T13:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-11T13:54:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my immortal // evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">but I was never really gone. :o&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, can you blame me? :) I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o Anyways, it feels weird posting on LJ. For some reason. My cpu is still screwed so I can't change that "boo" on the comments thingy. Ignore it for now. Thnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. How is everyone doing? Me? M'fine. Isn't it convinient how I showed up just in time for the Holidays? Hahhhhh. Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. My poem is going to be submitted in this Poetry Contest things. In Starbucks. I doubt I'm gonna win. Stupid teachers and their ideas. My poem &lt;s&gt;wasn't&lt;/s&gt; isn't even good. God. And I'm procrastinating. It's 4 am in the morning and I still haven't wrote down any notes on Edgar Allen Poe for a presentation due tomorrow. I'm toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PEOPLE ARE GONNA BURN WITH ME SO IT'S OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized my posts are never intresting. D: I'm such a good observer. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my comp. has a virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm. yeah. peace out.</content>
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    <title>mirroredreality @ 2003-11-20T06:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-20T17:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-20T17:10:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My life on the net has been fullfilled,&lt;br /&gt;good memories, friends, enemies, guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Tears that were shed, are long gone,&lt;br /&gt;and the happiness I once felt is faded, yet fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could call this place my second home,&lt;br /&gt;where I wasn't yelled at, and could freely roam.&lt;br /&gt;Not under the strict rule of family and such,&lt;br /&gt;yet I could only "virtually" feel, a loved ones touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I shut my eyes to think,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but find the link.&lt;br /&gt;The link to why my life is sad,&lt;br /&gt;is that I've been treated bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By others, but mostly myself and my will,&lt;br /&gt;the urge to be joyous, and the urge to kill.&lt;br /&gt;This I realized, I must leave this chamber,&lt;br /&gt;of virtual reality, pixels, and somber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, is at it's top, it's prime,&lt;br /&gt;and yet I claim that it is fine.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I should be enjoying life,&lt;br /&gt;not enduring this stupidity, and neverending strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must close my dwelling of non-sane,&lt;br /&gt;and shut down this machine of utmost pain.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes cloudy, and it rains,&lt;br /&gt;don't forget my existance, and the nothing that I gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return, when I do not know,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be back and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;For better or worst, I'll hold you dear,&lt;br /&gt;all inside, my heart- right here. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friends, I'll miss you a lot,&lt;br /&gt;the times we laughed, and the times we fought.&lt;br /&gt;And the goodwill that was 'round us will stay,&lt;br /&gt;until I'm back again, not this unstable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a year, or it might be a day,&lt;br /&gt;you might see me back, in pause or play.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me so, to do this to you and me,&lt;br /&gt;but this is the way it was meant to be.</content>
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    <title>I'M SUCH A LOSER. WHO &amp;lt;33'S CAP LOCKS. ):</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T08:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T09:03:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my immortal {band version} -- evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Teasers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AARIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-HomeStarRunnerIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon2.jpg"&gt; 5.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon3.jpg"&gt; 6.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon4.jpg"&gt; 7.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon5.jpg"&gt; 8.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon6.jpg"&gt; 9.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon7.jpg"&gt; 10.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon8.jpg"&gt; 11. &lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AnimeGirlIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AARIcon.jpg"&gt; 13.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-AARIcon2.jpg"&gt; 14.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-EvanescenceIcon.jpg"&gt; 15. &lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-MichelleBranchIcon.jpg"&gt; 16.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-OrlandoBloomIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-SpiderIcon.jpg"&gt; 18.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-MoneyIcon.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-PokemonIcon.jpg"&gt; 20.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-HomeStarRunnerIcon.jpg"&gt; 21.&lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-HomeStarRunnerIcon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee, customs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Marnie: &lt;img src="http://www.uploadit.org/files2/171103-JackSparrowIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a icon fetish. Which means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No stealing. I hunt you down if you steal, k.&lt;br /&gt;-Comment which ones you are gonna take.&lt;br /&gt;-CREDIT ME, BAFFOON. (:&lt;br /&gt;-Custom Ones. Er. Yeah, just post if you want a custom one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Google for Pictures&lt;br /&gt;-/~Jukebox_icons for some of the bases&lt;br /&gt;-Jennys Page tutorial&lt;br /&gt;-Some people's LJ titles for the Quotes&lt;br /&gt;-Some lyrics written by Linkin Park, Evanescence, All-American Rejects for the quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I'm so uberly dorky. ;(</content>
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    <title>o_o</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T02:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T02:04:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boys and girls -- good charlotte</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I keep messing up on journal icons. So I give up. Unless you have a request for me. THEN I'll do it. Cause I have no life. :D Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if I freaked any of you out, on the post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was more like a rant to myself and my real life friends than to the internet. But it feels like I should quit. Everyday my intrest for neopets, and the computer itself- fades. WOW. That was deep. :o forget everything you just read. I'm crazy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it. I'm gonna read all you kewli-o peeps journals now. Toodles. =D</content>
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    <title>mirroredreality @ 2003-11-15T10:30:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-15T20:31:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-15T20:31:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I quit.</content>
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    <title>CAMP ERDMAN. :D</title>
    <published>2003-11-12T02:32:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-12T05:47:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>1000 miles -- vanessa carlton</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'M GOING TO CAMP FOR TWO AND A HALF DAYS AND YOUR NOT. :) kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. camp = no computers. I'm sorry for all my lovely and dedicating fans a.k.a none of you losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the popular thing going 'round all the LJ's, I might as well post this as well (STOLEEN FROM COURT):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality.&lt;s&gt;sexy.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Affectionate. (when I wanna be)&lt;/b&gt; Shy and reserved. (sorta. o_o) Secretive. (sorta) Naturally &lt;s&gt;honest&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;u&gt;generous and sympathetic&lt;/u&gt;. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. &lt;b&gt;Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize.&lt;/b&gt; Loves traveling. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loves attention.&lt;/u&gt; (!!!)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors.&lt;/s&gt; Musically talented. &lt;b&gt;Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod. that thing is totally psychic. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. just saying bye to you all before I leave for camp. &amp;lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE GONE FOR TWO AND A HALF DAYS. Wow. Deja Vou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to endure the pain. ;o Bye all.</content>
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    <title>it's the weekend. (: wheeee.</title>
    <published>2003-11-08T18:54:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-08T18:54:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>goodbye -- spice girls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">like you care. -coughack.- o_o So, my dad left the comp off again. Since it's SATURDAY, I get to stay on, without disconnected internet. Score. =) But it's probably gonna get disconnected after Sunday. Coz my parents are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asgsgpsg. I am so not cool. ): since I have nothing to do, I'll just stare at the screen and read your pointless or not so pointless LJ's. because I have no life. ISN'T THAT FUN? :D I think I'm going to sign up for gaia. depends how boring &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; LJ's are.</content>
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    <title>Adios. o_o</title>
    <published>2003-11-07T17:31:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-07T17:31:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[ me trying to pack my bag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Welllllllllllll, my mom actually thought I overdid this whole 'get-on-computer-and-ditch-my-homework-and-not-get-it-done-in-time'. Which I did, by the way. So, she told my dad to shut off the net. Guess what. He did. So after school I cannot come on the net. No AIM, no MSN, no FREAKING NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay. :| I mean, it's the same like before. Except all I'm doing is staring at the TV screen as if it owns my life. -shrugs.- Well, yeah, just telling you people if you care. I might be gone. For like a month. I can only get on before school when my dad falls asleep and forgets to plug off the net. I r a genius. ;D But that rarley happens.. so yeah. o.o; Damnit. I hate that I don't have Computer Lab for any periods. *die die die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=x Stolen NC, who stole it from Rogue, who stole it from Falleh. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;name]-coughrachaelcough.- (:&lt;br /&gt;[age]Dubble 1.&lt;br /&gt;[country of choice]AUSTRALIA. ROCK ON. TOTALLY. &lt;br /&gt;[animal of choice]&amp;lt;3 for giraffes. Giggle.&lt;br /&gt;[food of choice]Chicken noodle soup. &lt;br /&gt;[musician/band of choice]LP, Evanescence, and AAR. o_o They're the ones I listen to most.. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;[movie of choice]OOH. OOH. FINDING NEMO.&lt;br /&gt;[quote of choice]'If practice makes perfect, and no one is perfect, why practice?' -Some dead dude... I think.&lt;br /&gt;[drink of choice]Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[drug of choice (i.e caffeine, chocolate]Chocolate. Boom-baby.&lt;br /&gt;[tv show of choice]Meh. Idunno.&lt;br /&gt;[enemy of choice]-blink.- ...Kiera. &lt;br /&gt;[school subject of choice]Language Arts.&lt;br /&gt;[technology of choice]The net. x)&lt;br /&gt;[messenger of choice]MSN. I s'pose. Don't really talk on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;[superpower of choice]Hmmmm.. to talk to animals. o_o It seems fun.&lt;br /&gt;[fear of choice]Dying slowly and painfully in a pit of snakes, their venom going deep into my veins, running through my blood- making it cold. -shudder.- Too much detail there. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;[life without the internet would be] Like I have no life. &lt;br /&gt;[life without friends would be]Uh. Okay. Idunno. Never really has a IRL friend I could trust.&lt;br /&gt;[life without tv would be]Okay. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;[life without homework would be]THE SHIT. Ahaha. Court's saying.&lt;br /&gt;[life without family would be]Bad. Real bad. Who else would.. pay for the bills? XD&lt;br /&gt;[life without school would be]Fucking heaven.&lt;br /&gt;[coke/pepsi]Coke.&lt;br /&gt;[aim/msn]MSN.&lt;br /&gt;[maths/english]English.. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;[sword/firearm]Firearm. Lmao, burn baby burn.&lt;br /&gt;[anger/sadness]Sadness. It helps empty out your feelings through tears, not fury. :]&lt;br /&gt;[love/lust]Love. Mrr.&lt;br /&gt;[arms/legs]Arms.&lt;br /&gt;[bus/train]Bus.&lt;br /&gt;[contents of pockets]A piece of lint, four skittles, a bent paperclip, and a rubber fly.&lt;br /&gt;[contents of brain]Florence the- wait. I gave my brain to Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;[contents of desk]A brush, books, packets of gum, papers stuffed on papers, a clock, used tissue papers..&lt;br /&gt;[contents of roof]Probably bird droppings. I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;[contents of clothing]P.E. uniform, tanktops, jeans, other stuff, mehhh..&lt;br /&gt;[feelings after this survey]DUDE. I'M FREAKIN LATE TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Random Things you May or May Not Know About Me&lt;br /&gt;[-01-] I like school. o_o Well, sixth grade anyways.&lt;br /&gt;[-02-] I have a tendency to fake injuries so I don't have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;[-03-] Doritos shall rule the world. (NOT ABOUT ME. :3)&lt;br /&gt;[-04-] I wish I had a laptop, but my parents won't get me one.&lt;br /&gt;[-05-] My handwriting is ferociously messy.&lt;br /&gt;[-06-] My second child (if I have one) will be named Tuesday.. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;[-07-] I had a fighting fish. Which died. A year ago.&lt;br /&gt;[-08-] My bag weighs 15 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;[-09-] My face looks sick most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;[-10-] I like digging my earwax out of my ear with my pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbaipplz. o_o Gotta run.</content>
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    <title>heh.</title>
    <published>2003-11-03T08:32:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-03T08:32:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>2sad4muzic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the motherfuckers froze convulsed. isn't that just dandy. I really screwed up this time, didn't I?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mirroredreality:7207</id>
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    <title>Me and art don't mix. o_o</title>
    <published>2003-11-01T06:58:13Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-01T07:18:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Last Breath -- Evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Courtney keeps bugging me to join DeviantArt. I don't know why. My art is crap. I just started drawing five second shit coz it's funny and I was bored. I sorta like them, but they aren't GOOD ENOUGH. They're humorous. But no one can take it seriously and go 'OMGZ. 10/10'. :/ You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://server2.uploadit.org/files/011103-trickortreat.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server2.uploadit.org/files/011103-halloween.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more, but on my other comp name. I'll edit and show you later. xD If you wanna, which you probably don't. Those pictures up there, probably burned and blinded your eyes. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. x) Oh. Am I a dumbass or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;Happy Halloween.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's still 9 something here, so flake off. :( )</content>
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    <title>Halllow-eeeeeeeen. =[</title>
    <published>2003-11-01T01:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-01T01:04:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hands -- Jewel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today at school was good. Free candy for me. FWAHAHA. o_o Who rules? Me. DUH. Nah. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, so I lied. About my costume. About the my little pony shit. I went to school as the woman from Tomb Raider. Some sexy black boots, shirt and short black jeans did the trick. And guns around my calves. Plastic ones. I can't afford real ones. Lmao. So me and Jennifer, my friend, went around pretending to kill people. It's lame. BUT IT WAS FUN. She was dressed as a samurai thingor (she's a manga freak.) and had this cardboard sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both like 'Don't make us use these.' So funny. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY HAS A FREAKIN HALLOWEEN PARTY. ): My only options are going trick or treating, or staying at home and being a nerd.... I chose the second one. Why? I have no costume, besides the Tomb Raider one and- I ferociously don't like it anymore. o.o Yep. Well I teased Sami today. She dressed up as a &lt;b&gt;prom queen&lt;/b&gt;. -giggle smirk.- It was really.. wierd. On her head was a plastic tiara, and she had this banner across her red CHEESY dress that said 'Don't hate me coz I'm beautiful.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went up to her and said 'I don't hate you coz you're beautiful. I hate you coz you're ugly. Kthxbai.' It pissed her off and like her posse were gonna mob me, but they got in t-r-u-b-b-le from the vice princibal. &lt;i&gt;Busted&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHHHHHHH. Neopets is getting better. Don't say crap like 'it's fuckin stupid' coz I don't care, kay. :) Anyways, I had an argument with two idiots about evolution. Eh, it was funny. We ended up leaving the board though.. n_n Murr. I'm now in charge of Hafz's account. Bleh. e-e; I don't think I'm able to be trusted with 50 something k... -sigh.- &amp;gt;&amp;gt;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all. Remember, I ♥ you. No. That's a lie. Forget I said it. =/</content>
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    <title>May + Me + Language Arts + Neopian Times = A cheesy idea.</title>
    <published>2003-10-29T23:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-29T23:40:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>everybody to the limit -- strong bad [homestarrunner.com</lj:music>
    <content type="html">o_o I bet none of you are gonna read this. Anyways, this is basically a post-it note.. to myself. Yes. To myself. :/ Or anyone else who wants to read it. Whoopee-freakin-dee-da-doo. As you can guess by the title ^ there, I got this really cheesy idea for the NT. If you people know me well enough, you would know one of my goals is to get into the Neopian Times. I know it's &lt;b&gt;lame&lt;/b&gt;, but a girl can dream, can't she? ;) Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwahaha. I got it when I was thinking of all you people in Language Arts. You may imply, that it is obviously retarded and boring.. I mean, why else would I think of you? Nah. Kidding. :) Heh. Er. Yeah. So I was trying to list friends in alphabetical order, and stuff, when I started thinking about May. Why May, I have no dumbass clue. It was probably because I was thinking of the quiz that everyone posts in their freakin LJ. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. May + Me + Language Arts + Neopian Times = A cheesy idea. You see, when I think about May, I think about draiks. Why? No clue. I thought you would've known that by now. :D Mwah. Yeah. I was thinking about draiks and the NT, and how Milkeh and Floofy made it- and I was feeling all sorry for myself, thinking that they only entered because I had the idea for an article with all of us and some more bull shit that wasn't entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happens next. I think up of an idea for a story. I start scribbling in my notebook like mad, and put down the details and whatnot. I think it's pretty good. Of course I won't show it to you yet.. unless it gets rejected, WHICH it probably will, since I'm an idiot writer who has no sense of reality. You dig? Yeapz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm now obsessed with avatars. AGAIN, I have no idea why. Go ask that person over there, cause I gotta call my mom saying she has to go down to the school for the confrence. =( Damn.</content>
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    <title>"Life isn't fair. Get over it." Pfft. BS.</title>
    <published>2003-10-28T16:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-28T16:41:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Paper Heart -- Linkin Park</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a fight with Leitha over MSN. :/ She changed and she obviously doesn't give a crap. I personally think it's pathetic that she thrives on Evanescence to gain some encouragment, self-approval, and some pride. Yeah, their songs are cool and stuff, but how can it inspire people to be 'themselves'. I liked her before she changed. She was funny, and cheerful and was a shouler I could virtually cry on when no one else was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you know, I personally don't know why I'm against her now. We both can't say anything without fighting over something, and I don't really want to be close to her anymore. She acts all cool in the FC, and denies that she wants pity or attention.. but I know it's not true. Why else would she say 'I want to be hated.' If she wants to be hated, why doesn't she fucking go somewhere else? If she wants to be hated, she has no reason to stay in the FC with all that hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. To me it's, I look at it as if I'm the good guy, and she's the bad guy. But now that I think about it.. am I right? I mean, I've changed too. A lot. Sometimes I miss my old self, but I'm sorta content with what I am now. My old friends like Milkeh and BTM.. mean a lot to me, so I still hang on to that bit of thread, the only thing left of the person I used to be, just for them. So Idunno what I'm going through. A phase? Or does it just have to do with the fact that I fought with her at 5 am? -sigh.- Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get ready for school now. &amp;lt;33</content>
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    <title>Ugh. I don't know.</title>
    <published>2003-10-25T09:52:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-25T10:02:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Immortal -- Evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I cried. I cried.. not virtually. I &lt;b&gt;cried&lt;/b&gt;. Over friends I lost.. virtual friends, over the &lt;b&gt;net&lt;/b&gt;. Do you know how friggen pathetic that is? It means I can't get over the past, and move on with my life. e.e I disgust myself.. I mean, I cried, and listened to depressing songs for like, an hour- before I just started going perky, for some dumbass reason I forgot. I'm a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Moving on. I started thinking about my self image today at school. I put my hair up in bun thingor, not like a bun, but a hair-tie... yeah. Bun + ponytail= the thing I had my hair in. If I had a webcam, I would show you. I think I'm getting one for christmas.. than you can see my ugly-ful face. Ahaha. Craptastic. :) Mhm, anyways I did that, for the first time. I usually just tie it in a regular ponytail, and don't care about what people think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... &lt;i&gt;I disgust myself&lt;/i&gt;. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm. We had Intermurals today (volleyball). Undefeatable team against undefeatable team.. Mustangs vs. Nighthawks. Guess who won? I came too late and couldn't play.. but we won. 34 to 18. After all we &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; undefeatable. Wooooooooooo. That was freakin pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it..&lt;br /&gt;2. Am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;4. When and how did we first meet?&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;7. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you think I'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;9. What makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;11. What song (if any) reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;12. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you consider me a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;14. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you make a move on me?&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?&lt;br /&gt;20. Do I cross your mind at least 2 times a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I bet like only two people are going to fill this out, and thats okay, even if they put like our friendship is getting weaker or bull shit.. because I know I'm a bad friend. :( Sorry. It's just probably cause I don't have these experiences in real life, so I take advantages of them on the net..? Ahaha. Perhaps. :D I would be happy if at least one of you so-called-friends fill that survey thing out. Kay. o_o</content>
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    <title>nerd-y. o_o</title>
    <published>2003-10-24T05:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-24T09:06:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[the jingling of the bracelets on my wrist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm such a nerd. I keep falling asleep. It's like I'm taking a nap. I thought I outgrew that disgusting habit. -shudder.- I slept for like.. three hours today. Gasp, I didn't finish my homework either. Goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I like Apple Cinammon Ricecakes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[e]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy all the pretty people. Cuz they're pretty. Did you know I stalk pretty people? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin. I wanna be 2 HAWT 4 OVEN MYTZ.</content>
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    <title>Randomer-irk-er-ish.</title>
    <published>2003-10-19T22:03:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-19T22:52:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[are you happy now] -- [michelle branch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-About-&lt;br /&gt;=Name: ..wha, you mean my real name?&lt;br /&gt;=Date of Birth: um. March 5th, '92.&lt;br /&gt;=Age: Eleven. Whoop-dee-fuckin-doo.&lt;br /&gt;=State/Province: Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;=GPA (as of last report card): I don't know. Elementary school didn't have G.P.A's. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorites-&lt;br /&gt;=Pastime: Chatting online or real life, gossiping, eating, surfing the net, writing, reading, roleplaying, etc.&lt;br /&gt;=Genre (music): Hip-hop, punk, rock, whatever. I don't really pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;=Genre (movie): Er. Humor? or Horror's fine with me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;=Genre (book): Adventure/Sometimes Romance. I'm mushy, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;=Song: ..I don't really have a favorite song. &lt;br /&gt;=Movie: School of Rock, rocked my socks. Well that was moronic.&lt;br /&gt;=Book: Erm. The Redwall Series by Brian Jacques. I actually mean the series. It's not one book, nimwit.&lt;br /&gt;=Artist (song): ...Er. Evanescence, American Hi-Fi, Pink Floyd (no, I'm not following any trends. I actually like it.), Michelle Branch, Matchbox 20, I can't name them all.&lt;br /&gt;=Actor/Actress: No comment.&lt;br /&gt;=Author: Brian Jacques. I haven't had the time to read any Stephen King books. -shrug.-&lt;br /&gt;=Food: Chocolate counts right? &lt;br /&gt;=Health Food: &amp;gt;&amp;gt;; Cornflakes. The healthy kind, with no sugar.&lt;br /&gt;=Spice (food): ..Uh?&lt;br /&gt;=Dressing: Ranch-barbeque 0wns.&lt;br /&gt;=Fast Food: HAHAHAHA, curly fries.&lt;br /&gt;=Restaurant: Quizno's. &lt;br /&gt;=Food Type: Chinese, korean, japanese (I can't say asian because I don't like all asian food), italian... eh. &lt;br /&gt;=Ethnicity: Asian. I don't know. Just mostly everyone I think is pretty is asian.&lt;br /&gt;=Parent: Mom. No seriously.&lt;br /&gt;=Subject: Language Arts.&lt;br /&gt;=Teacher: Mrs. Mito (third grade)&lt;br /&gt;=IM Program: ..AIM. They don't have those annoying emoctions like MSN.&lt;br /&gt;=OS: Windows. Probably because I personally think Macintosh sucks.&lt;br /&gt;=Computer Add-on: Printer. You know why? BECAUSE I SAID SO, KAY? or maybe scanner. I ain't sure. &lt;br /&gt;=Website: Erm. Livejournal? Hell no. Neopets? You must be insane to like Neopets. :) Um. I don't know. I go on AvidGamers often, so that must be it?&lt;br /&gt;=Font: Tahoma, as you can guess. &lt;br /&gt;=Place: My room. It gives me hell of a lot of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;=Clothing Item: Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;=Clothing Brand: I guess Cotton, since it's the only thing I can wear. e.e Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;=Clothing store: Old Navy. o.o&lt;br /&gt;=Item: My blanket my late great-grandma hand-sued me (it still covers me, so she worked hard O___o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friends-&lt;br /&gt;=Best friend: Online= ...tick, tock, tick, tock. Hell, I don't know. I am really close to Kari, and Courtney, so it's mostly a tie. Don't be sad. :( Real life= um. I don't have one yet. Proves how social I am. ;x&lt;br /&gt;=Friends IRL(all of 'em): Mariko, Daniel, Andrew, Kamoe, T.C., Curren, Ken, Anette, Sami, Malyssa... sheet. Anti-socialism and shotr term memory strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;=Friends Online: LMGAO. You think I could possibly try and remember all like.. fifty of my online friends? You must be joking. Okay, not fifty, but it's a lot. Probably less than you have. :/&lt;br /&gt;=Social status: ..Semi-popular. As in, I have friends that are popular, but I am not popular. GET. THAT. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;=Enemies: Erm. No one really. Except n00bs/annoying people/people that got me pissed/people who are preppy, snobby, popmpus jerks, haughty, egoistic, etc./people that I cannot name right now cause I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This or That-&lt;br /&gt;=Sports or Computer: Computer. Fo shizzle. If I chose sports, wouldn't you think I would be outside at some baseball game?&lt;br /&gt;=Soccer or Hockey: Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;=Paint or Sketch: Uh. Sketch, I guess. Depends with what though.&lt;br /&gt;=Easy or Hard: What situation are we talking about here?&lt;br /&gt;=Rap or Rock: Rock.. I'm not too fond of rap. It is SOOOO 9o's. &amp;lt;/sarcasm&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Friends or Enemies: Friends. This is a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;=Gold or Silver: Silver own's ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;=MSN or AOL: Damn.. MSN. AOL sucks. AIM rules, as mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;=Love or Friendship: ..Friendship. Love equals hurt, and I've been hurt too many times already.&lt;br /&gt;=School or Drop-out: School. Drop-outs turn into bums. Ewww. &lt;br /&gt;=Young or Old: Uh. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;=Horror or Romance: Romance. Wha? Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;=Fast Food or Tuna Casserole: FAST FOOD. &lt;br /&gt;=Bliss or Wisdom: Bliss... Ignorance is bliss. Should I be more ignorant? Wait. This hasn't anything to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;=Depression or Joy: I prefer depression. It's when I write poetry good.&lt;br /&gt;=Rain or Sun: Rain.&lt;br /&gt;=Death or Life: I've never experienced Death before, so I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;=Plants or Animals: Animals.&lt;br /&gt;=Cats or Dogs: Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;=Music or Books: Music.&lt;br /&gt;=A's or F's (academically): A's. Another example of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;=._. or @_@: ._. It looks some what convulsing. :D &lt;br /&gt;=n_n or u_u: n_n. u_u looks like you're tired. &lt;br /&gt;=Type or Write: Type. Writing is for squares.&lt;br /&gt;=Door or Window: Window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Word Association-&lt;br /&gt;=Cow: CLUCK. o_o Random.&lt;br /&gt;=Britney: is a stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;=Silly: Duck. (:&lt;br /&gt;=Love: is like comitting suicide.&lt;br /&gt;=Please pass the potatoes: NO.&lt;br /&gt;=Breathe: ...Air?&lt;br /&gt;=Disco: Ball.&lt;br /&gt;=Psychologist: I don't need one.&lt;br /&gt;=Mental Institution: Correction. Mental Instirution. That made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Random-&lt;br /&gt;=This quizz is done: So?&lt;br /&gt;=My hand hurts: I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;=I feel my spidey-senses tingling!: Oh shit, it's spider man.&lt;br /&gt;=Like OMG: NO. WAY. :o&lt;br /&gt;=*dead*: Ahaha. -hides the knife.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o I feel like viewing Jess, Kits, and all those other layouts source codes. Cause I can. :( Blehah. Maybe I will. =) Or not. I dont know. My LJ looks ugly-fugly, because of my poor knowledge of CSS and HTML. Plus I do not have Adobe Photoshop, PSP is stupid-assed, Paint is a bore, and Animation Shop icons are just too freakin big. I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my computer is screwed. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mhm. here's a dumbass song/poem/thing I wrote, because I felt like it. I don't know why I wrote it from a boy to a girl's point of view, but I thought it would give more feeling into it. Iunno. I make no sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here in the darkest corner&lt;br /&gt;watching the rain from a window pane&lt;br /&gt;Makes me remember the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;the times when I had to endure the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember your warm kiss&lt;br /&gt;I remember your embrace, girl&lt;br /&gt;I remember the memories&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were no one's but mine&lt;br /&gt;you were the one who'd share my life&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I'd love forever&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go with him&lt;br /&gt;And claw me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it all just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Was it all reality&lt;br /&gt;Was your love true to me&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all just fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here in the darkest corner&lt;br /&gt;watching the rain from a window pane&lt;br /&gt;Makes me remember the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;the time when I had to endure the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go with him&lt;br /&gt;And claw me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it all just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Was it all reality&lt;br /&gt;Was your love true to me&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all just fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl. You meant &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APOLOGY: I'm sorry for clogging up your friends page with random dumbass shit. :( I'll try not to post this crap that often. Kay? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you need me, I'll be over there making some lame comics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day.</content>
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    <title>Stuff.</title>
    <published>2003-10-18T21:32:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-19T00:48:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[champagne supernova] -- [oasis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There's not much going on in my life. :( Because I'm a crazed little girl, in a stupid world. go me. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tried to cut off my finger like.. three days ago. And the cut is still there... yay? I don't think so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last two days have been alright. Ms. B in language arts forgot to let us pick wherever we want to sit. That was not the shit. As in the good one. You get what I'm saying? Fo shizzle. Right. ahaha. yeah. Mariko is starting to call me 'Rach' and acting like my &lt;b&gt;best friend&lt;/b&gt;. It's scary. I mean, how long have I known her/made eye contact with her? From the begining of school.. that's been like two months. and I'm starting to hang around her more, and sami's getting jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friend issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The end again of my hella boring life. &lt;s&gt;I'll change the layout soon, kays?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout. To the ever-boring tahoma gray layout. Because I don't know what else to do. I am not a big PSP/HTML/CSS coding fan. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[e]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me how the backdate thingor works? Like how only one post can show up on the page, and stuff? I forgot how. :( Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[edit again :)]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a convo with a friend over AIM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate you."&lt;br /&gt;i hate you more.&lt;br /&gt;"i hate you even more than you hate me."&lt;br /&gt;that's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;because i don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. :) that was pointless/stupid/and more stupid.</content>
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    <title>Skank.</title>
    <published>2003-10-15T00:23:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-15T00:42:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[papercut] -- [linkin park]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Haha. The word makes me hurl in laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yeah. My lame excuse for a livejournal entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is hella boring. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, me and morianna were like typing stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They should let people type stuff like gay and lesbian&lt;br /&gt;because it's stuff about nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, and fuck too, because it's about sex. And sex is natural.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if it wasn't for sex&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't be playing neopets. :o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmgao. She makes me crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought would make you people laugh and comment for once: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;2) Wrinkles don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.&lt;br /&gt;4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.&lt;br /&gt;5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.&lt;br /&gt;2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.&lt;br /&gt;3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.&lt;br /&gt;4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.&lt;br /&gt;6) Time may be a great healer, ! but it's a lousy beautician.&lt;br /&gt;7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;3) You are Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;4) You look like Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 4 success is . . .. not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12 success is . . . having friends.&lt;br /&gt;At age 16 success is . . . having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;At age 20 success is . . . going all the way.&lt;br /&gt;At age 35 success is . . . having money.&lt;br /&gt;At age 50 success is . . . having money.&lt;br /&gt;At age 60 success is . . . going all the way.&lt;br /&gt;At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;At age 75 success is . . . having friends.&lt;br /&gt;At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.</content>
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    <title>pointless rant up ahead.</title>
    <published>2003-10-13T07:44:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-13T07:49:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[flavor of the weak] -- [american hi-fi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ignore this please. just another of my moronic self-absorbed stuff. hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel wierd. like somethings eating me up inside. :( like there's a fuckin hole in my stomach/heart/chest/wherever that I can't repair... that whatever i do isn't good enough for anyone, and that no matter how hard i try, i'll never be as good enough, smart enough, cool enough, pretty enough, likeable enough for anyone. because that's just how i am... ignorant, rude, greedy, self-attatched, selfish, and most of all an attention drawing freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to change the way i am. i see people suffering before my very eyes, but it's not like i care, but i really do. the procrastanation is too addicting for me, so even if i try, i can't be the person i want to be, the person that i'm trying to get through, so that i make everyone happy, and maybe even myself too. sometimes i wonder what the reason of life is. and there is none. or maybe there is, just none that make no sense to me yet.. or even have any meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought on how death is like. my mom said it was like sleeping but never waking up... without dreams, thoughts, your free of you reality bindings. hm. you ever wonder how it is, to not feel anything, not think about anything? just lying there, dead. it's kind of hard to wonder how it would be like if you comitted suicide. how would people really feel when they see your body drenched in blodd on the floor, with your hand and a knife on your chest? would they laugh, feel sad, cry, kill themselves even? maybe.. maybe not. and you'll never know, even if you ask. because they may just be &lt;b&gt;lying&lt;/b&gt;. damnit, i'm hella stupid.</content>
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    <title>lmgao. 'powerpets'?</title>
    <published>2003-10-11T19:03:05Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-11T19:03:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>[i'm glad] -- [j.lo or some chick like that.]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">riiiight. so this girl, popsy or whatever, I knew her, but she needs an attitude change. Actually, from the begining, I never really liked her. I always used to say 'brb' so I could avoid talking to her and stuff, and like.. never come 'back' until she signed off. yeah. soooooooooooooooooooooooooo... she IMed me, like three minutes ago, saying stuff like she's making a pet site. (like that isn't obviously a site copied from neopets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mostly the one doing the cursing, and this is all from memory..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me= &lt;b&gt;Bold&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who the Hell...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's xpopsiclex. You used to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah, hi popsy. o.o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. &lt;br /&gt;So I'm making a petsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh no. Not another one of those copies of neopets. --;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a copy.&lt;br /&gt;i hate neopets... it's dumbassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;well it has to be a copy, because neopets is the only fuckin pet site that's worth going on.&lt;/b&gt; (sort of a lie, but hey. I still go on.)&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;(then she gave me this link to www.powerpets.com or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that's a copy, deary.&lt;/b&gt; (then I saw it, then I was going to say something else but THEN.)&lt;br /&gt;don't call me deary, dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-insert more censored words here from mwah.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert stupid ass cursing.- (I bet she couldn't even argue her way out of a paper bag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so she called me a shitwad, and then I warned her and blocked her. :/ I was really annoyed. She's stupid. And moronic. okay. thats it. :) just wanted to tell ya'll about my boring assed life.</content>
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