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  <title>Just Another Face</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 20:23:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow</title>
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  <description>WoW! I havent written in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;So life as we know it is going okay.&lt;br /&gt;I would even say its going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;Its the some old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Cook a couple dozen hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School &lt;br /&gt;Its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I love school.&lt;br /&gt;Its so weird to say that but I really do.&lt;br /&gt;1st hour has stupid people in it.&lt;br /&gt;Well besides a few good people.&lt;br /&gt;But I love Ruth&apos;s class.&lt;br /&gt;2nd hour is hard.&lt;br /&gt;But I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I love my 3rd and 4th hour.&lt;br /&gt;Today we got in a flour fight.&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;5th hour is Ruths class again.&lt;br /&gt;This one has better people in it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he told me I was already checked out of DHS.&lt;br /&gt;But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;He said I am ready to go and do better things.&lt;br /&gt;6th hour is sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;I love the boys in that class.&lt;br /&gt;They are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;They are amazing at usual.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really get to chill with them too much before.&lt;br /&gt;But now I have more time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;But they are just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Life&lt;br /&gt;I got my eye on a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, two guys.&lt;br /&gt;But one is just to complex.&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt know how to let loose.&lt;br /&gt;The other I am getting to know more.&lt;br /&gt;He is a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Younger but still a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;We will see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Its starting to get really good.&lt;br /&gt;My family is more relaxed now.&lt;br /&gt;We are all kinda getting along.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;Well, once we make it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true, I am turing in my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;For once I am going to be part of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;We arent practicing right now.&lt;br /&gt;But we are still playing games.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls thou.&lt;br /&gt;So, by the end of November, I wont be a cheerleader.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 01:42:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tired!</title>
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  <description>I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I worked the last 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I have practice all week.&lt;br /&gt;Game on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Work again sunday and monday.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, my life is a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a massive headache.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of watching coach carter.&lt;br /&gt;But its just about bed time.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will finish the rest tomorrow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 00:16:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Homecoming</title>
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  <description>Homecoming was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;It was my senior homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;And it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;I did Lisa&apos;s hair.&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was 15 minutes late to Kyle&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad about that one.&lt;br /&gt;But took a couple pictures of just us.&lt;br /&gt;I am so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why.&lt;br /&gt;He was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was aww..ed by me.&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to pictures at Amanda&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;Then to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Anthony, Lisa and I split a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;There was NO DRAMA!!!!!!! I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle actually knew how to dance, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;After the dance we went to the after party/bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good time with Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;He is such a good guy, a true to like gentle men.&lt;br /&gt;He opened up the car door for me every time we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;He paid for dinner and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Which I didnt really expect at all.&lt;br /&gt;He walked me to my front door at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;And he didnt like make a move like every other guy.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Even thou I totally wouldnt mind if he did.&lt;br /&gt;So, I kissed him on the cheek and that was my night.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;It was just an amazing, picture perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;I really like him.&lt;br /&gt;But he is so shy.&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell if he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;Usually with guys I can just tell.&lt;br /&gt;But hes just so shy.&lt;br /&gt;And I know he wont come right out and tell me either.&lt;br /&gt;What are two shy people to do.&lt;br /&gt;People say I should just go straight out and ask him.&lt;br /&gt;IDK thou, I am shy as well when it comes to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I have practice and picture stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I have cheerleading work.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is a half day.  I wanna go to the cider mill.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is a half day. Probably go out to eat and then the game.&lt;br /&gt;After the game will be the after party.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I might have cheer and then I will have work.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 00:41:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>An Update</title>
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  <description>Well, I got my cast off.  But now I have to wear a splint thing.  It’s removable, so I wont have to wear it at homecoming.  The doctor told me I tore two ligaments.  One of the ligaments goes to the wrist and the elbow.  And the other is on the other side of my thumb.  I am out of cheerleading for 2-4 weeks.  I feel bad because everything had to be re-worked for the homecoming performance.  So, no stunting, tumbling or clapping for me.  It’s going to be kind of hard not stunting or clapping.  But I can still yell and do motions.  That’s just about it.  But at least I am not in a cast anymore.  Now at cheer I sit out.  I dont have to dress and I got to see the stunts.  For once I am not in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got asked to Chippewa’s homecoming.  So, I will be going to that.  It was cute.  He came to my house with Erica and a rose for me.  It’s exciting I will see a lot of people that I haven’t seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know you are all wondering about my love life.  I really don’t have one right now.  I am just kind of talking to a lot of guys.  I like the guy I am going to my homecoming with, but I don’t know if he thinks of me that way.  We will see how that goes.  A couple of guys are starting to have “things” for me.  But the guys that I know have things for me; I don’t really have anything with them.  Like there isn’t a connection.  Right now its just friendships between them.  I don’t know.  I guess I want to see what happens at homecoming, or if feels develop between me and someone else that I am talking with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Erin, who got a job at the limited.  Hell ya, can you say DISCOUNTS!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 15:27:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Chippewa vs. Dakota</title>
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  <description>Well last night was the chipp vs dakota game.&lt;br /&gt;We won against chippewa I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time ever winning in a regular season game.&lt;br /&gt;Against chippewa and I wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I was at the hospital from 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;Because I got hurt pre-game.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It killed me not to be there.&lt;br /&gt;It was the biggest game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bonfire after the game.&lt;br /&gt;I was about 2 hours late to my own bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that hot.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a half cast/ spint on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;But thank you to everyone who waited for me to get there.&lt;br /&gt;It was still a pretty good bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people came.&lt;br /&gt;It went on until 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work this morning but that didnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;Because I cant do anything with my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am right handed.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the doctors on monday or tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I wont have a cast for homecoming (saturday)&lt;br /&gt;That was suck completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on my 5th year of cheerleading, and now I get really hurt.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 00:00:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WoW People!</title>
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  <description>Wow people, how old are we again?&lt;br /&gt;Please grow up and act your ages please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont ask for much out of people.&lt;br /&gt;But really come on kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls- Shut your legs and have some kind of morals please.&lt;br /&gt;You are still only in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys- Stop being so gay! &lt;br /&gt;Dont send your friends to yell at my friends.&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off even more when you dont even know them.&lt;br /&gt;And they dont even have a part in this.&lt;br /&gt;Thats just shows how much of a dick you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People- If you have a problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Dont be bitching at my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Please just bitch at me.&lt;br /&gt;Life would be a hell of a lot easier on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats the was the bitchy part of my journal.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a 1/2 day&lt;br /&gt;Classes were sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Talked in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;5 of us went out to Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Steves and showed him my pics.&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired tho.&lt;br /&gt;Erica called me and told me she might have a date for me for chipps homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;This one guy name Wayne thinks I am hot or something.&lt;br /&gt;And wants to met me.&lt;br /&gt;And then possible take me to his homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had practice.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were bitch about gymnastics and girls not going to it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But w/e.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That is a waste for me because I am done with cheerleading by Nov.&lt;br /&gt;I am not competiting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Came home.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Got bitched at by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;When he came to the table, I ate and left.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt say more then 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;Then did homework.&lt;br /&gt;And now just talking online.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, today was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game tomorrow against/@ Utica.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday going to Central for a tour.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get in there.&lt;br /&gt;I will know soon though.&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and my mom are going to great lakes to look for dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am offically going to my homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I called up kyle and asked to wear his jersey on the chipp game.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me to go for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;He came and picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;And came to my door to get me.&lt;br /&gt;Then he payed for me.&lt;br /&gt;And asked me in person to go with him to homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;Then drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;And walked me to my door.&lt;br /&gt;How frickin sweet is that.&lt;br /&gt;This homecoming is going to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;The year is just going to be sweet!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 19:13:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Late night talks</title>
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  <description>Saturday was my mom&apos;s side of the family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;We got lost going up there.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you that our family lives up in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;But it was still pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to sleep there but my mom let me go to Kettering with Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an end of the sem. party at kettering.&lt;br /&gt;We left for that at like 10.&lt;br /&gt;That was fun and kinda mellow.&lt;br /&gt;I actually kinda knew someone there this time.&lt;br /&gt;We left there around 12:45ish.&lt;br /&gt;And we had Megan drop me and erin off.&lt;br /&gt;Erin was tired and I wanted to chill with people I kinda knew.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went and stopped by Piepers appartment.&lt;br /&gt;He came over to ours because everyone was sleeping at his.&lt;br /&gt;Erin was sleeping by 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt too tired thou so I wanted to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;So, Pieper stayed and watched a movie with me.&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet thou because we talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt watch too much of the movie because we kept talking.&lt;br /&gt;And for all you kids out there...&lt;br /&gt;We really just talked.&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;He told me I was a bad influence on him.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I told him oh please.&lt;br /&gt;And then he made fun of my love for country music.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny the way he like descride country. haha&lt;br /&gt;I never knew anyone that thinks the way he does.&lt;br /&gt;Its really cool.&lt;br /&gt;His family is all about chruch and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Which I think is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;But I felt really bad because I kept him out until 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;And he had to be up at like 8:30 so he could leave to go back home for chruch.&lt;br /&gt;I had a really nice time talking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning me and erin had skinny pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMY&lt;br /&gt;And now I am home.&lt;br /&gt;:)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 03:58:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BAGS!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>Okay, so Walt and I are over.&lt;br /&gt;We havent talked in a week.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am looking for a homecoming date.&lt;br /&gt;They are limiting tickets this year.&lt;br /&gt;Which totally sucks like no other.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go with this one kid.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go with him last year too.&lt;br /&gt;But I am too chicken to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;We will see thou.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get asked thou.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are trying to hook us up.&lt;br /&gt;If that doesnt word then I am going stag.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont care.&lt;br /&gt;Its my senior year I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the football game.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the after party and actually had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I just go and eat.&lt;br /&gt;That or dont go at all.&lt;br /&gt;But I am really glad I went to this one!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 02:02:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Justin McBryar</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2005 03:57:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Computer???</title>
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  <description>Well here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;On monday my dad is taking my computer in to get fixed.&lt;br /&gt;So, thats just about amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But I wont have a computer for probably no longer than a week. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Fridays ago was the Stevenson game.&lt;br /&gt;We lost but Walt came.&lt;br /&gt;And the end of the game I remember why I cheer.&lt;br /&gt;And this is why...&lt;br /&gt;As a little kid I always wanted to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasnt like OMG cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;Well, and the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to get off the track and up in the stands.&lt;br /&gt;And there was this little girl reaching her hand out from the fence.&lt;br /&gt;All she wanted to do is touch my hand.&lt;br /&gt;She loves cheerleaders and want to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because kids have been wanting to touch my hand since my first year on varsity.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to get a little girl each game yelling for a cheerleader to come by.&lt;br /&gt;Just to touch our hands.&lt;br /&gt;Its like we are famous for a second.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember how many last years freshmen looked up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that Brianna my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Before we know we were related want to be like me so much.&lt;br /&gt;The girls on the team would tell me that she would talk about me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;And it was like bad stuff at all.&lt;br /&gt;It was about wanting to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;And it just amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe so many girls wanna be like me.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many that look up to me.&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So, that would explain to you all why I am not as crazy as most girls my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Erin, Dave, Walt and I went to Red Robin.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took Walt home.&lt;br /&gt;And met Erin and Dave at the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;Got in a 12. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday Walt came out on the boat with my family minus Erin.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip over all.&lt;br /&gt;It went really well, compared to what I thought would happen.&lt;br /&gt;When my parents were on a walk me and Walt were sitting on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Elise told me she was going to tell on me.&lt;br /&gt;She really needs to GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;God I hate when she does that.&lt;br /&gt;Erin was never like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;So, then we ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And I took Walt home.&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at his house until 9:15ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday had school.&lt;br /&gt;Then cheer practice and cheer pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Walt was sick all week basically so I didnt get to talk to him much.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I got to pick up my senior proofs.&lt;br /&gt;I only got 24 pics to choose from which was gay.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE my school yearbook one.&lt;br /&gt;The one I took at the school was 10 times better.&lt;br /&gt;But my outdoor ones are hott.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sick at the game.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt feel better until after half time.&lt;br /&gt;But I still felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had work.&lt;br /&gt;I got all my homework done.&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me and her Keith Urban tickets for my christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;That was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;I said bye to Dave today.&lt;br /&gt;He is leaving at the end of next week to go back home to CA.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;But I had to try and stop myself because I was working.&lt;br /&gt;Dave I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe trip home.&lt;br /&gt;And you better keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I just didnt wanna cry like I did before when you went off to germany.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt tell you bye because I hate saying bye.&lt;br /&gt;And because I just couldnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much, your the brother I need had.&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to miss you so much you dont even know.&lt;br /&gt;You need to come back some day to visit.&lt;br /&gt;You have my number.&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt say thanks for coming to my games.&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was so sick, if I felt better I would have performed better.&lt;br /&gt;Then after work I went over to Erica&apos;s and we went on a smoothie run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have work and Clay Walker after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I am supposed to be going to see Walter.&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen him in a week.&lt;br /&gt;And since he has been sick I havent been able to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Plus school and cheer has been keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday I have practice 2:45- 5:15.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday me and Erica might be going on a ice cream run like always while I show my senior pics.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday practice 4-5:15 then team dinner I think?&lt;br /&gt;Friday game at home against Anchor Bay!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday morning family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday hanging out with Erica and maybe the clan at night?</description>
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  <lj:music>You and Me</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 19:45:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Computer</title>
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  <description>Right now my computer is pretty messed up.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be fixed completely for like another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I will update you on my life then.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 ya!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 17:15:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>1 a.m. phone calls</title>
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  <description>I love getting like 12:50 a.m. phone calls that last until 2 from my baby.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I said half the stuff I said.&lt;br /&gt;Usually when something bothers me, I just kinda live to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;But like I actually told him something that made me mad.&lt;br /&gt;And he like understand why and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Its so weird being able to talk to him about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Its just kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;Because I really dont tell any guys that I date really anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to try and see him today.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to go school shopping (school tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;And then I have practice.&lt;br /&gt;Baby~ Sorry I couldnt come over today.  But I am thinking of you. ly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today B asked me to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO... it was the funniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the house too.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and wanted to clean.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am weird haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire at my house on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Monday we dont have school so its all good.&lt;br /&gt;It will start at like 8:00 or 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;I have to see what I am doing before that.&lt;br /&gt;So mark your calanders kids.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Sept. 4 (time ?)</description>
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  <lj:music>do you want fries with that ~ Tim Mcgraw</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">do you want fries with that ~ Tim Mcgraw</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 03:13:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Last Summer Night</title>
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  <description>To night was the last real night of summer.&lt;br /&gt;Its the last night I could really stay out until 11 on a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a story for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl named Lizzie how got the munchies.  And no she wasnt high. Haha. Her and a group of girls (Amanda, Sam and Maria) decided to go to Taco Bell.  Then they wanted ice cream, so they went next door and got ice cream.  But then Maria wanted something from Taco Bell.  So, they went in the drive through this time.  The Ghetto kid was working the window.  And Sam wanted to get so ice cream.  So, while waiting in the drive through, sam went back to micky d&apos;s.  When sam got back in the car.  The girls spotted some really hot guys at mc d&apos;s.  While looking at them, Maria was getting hit on by a kinda stacker at the window.  It was great fun.  But the fun didnt end there. While driving, Maria took the lip off her melting ice cream and split it on her leg.  While trying to clean it up and drive, she turned off her headlights (not knowing).  So, me being the sweet person that I am.  I decide to wave to the guy next to us.  Then he flashed his lights and was trying to talk to us.  So, we kinda would speed up or slow down, which ever he wasnt doing.  Then an old man tried talking to us. So, we rolled the window down and he told us our lights were out.  It was so funny because we thought they were trying to pick us up but really they wanted us to turn our lights on.  That was the best way to end a summer.  It was amazing.  At that, we went back to amanda&apos;s and finished our bonfire.  Alan came over.  And Jimmy was on his way, but I had to leave. Stupid 11:00 curfew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my amazing last night of summer.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all loved the story.</description>
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  <lj:music>some rap song.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">some rap song.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 15:03:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What I want</title>
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  <description>I want to be able to say what we are.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant say because I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;You got me so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things you say has me thinking one way.&lt;br /&gt;And other things make me think the other way.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing what you really think about this.&lt;br /&gt;Like, what am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just keeping you occupied for the time being?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really care about me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just the girl that you are with until someone better comes along?&lt;br /&gt;Or I am the girl that you actaully wanna be with?&lt;br /&gt;I need to know, because I am falling.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just want to know if this is going to turn into something?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just another dead end road?&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;And have you say its over.&lt;br /&gt;So, let me know now.&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my friends journals all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I do, I read about how amazing their boyfriends are.&lt;br /&gt;And how their boyfriends do the sweetest things.&lt;br /&gt;Like this girl on my cheer team.&lt;br /&gt;She was mad are her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So, what did her boyfriend do.&lt;br /&gt;Sat outside the whole cheerleading practice and waited for her.&lt;br /&gt;She was going to left with talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;And he knew that.&lt;br /&gt;So, what did he do.&lt;br /&gt;He ducked taped her car doors shut.&lt;br /&gt;And made her stay and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Like it doesnt seem like a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;But he came all the way from college to sit around for 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Ducked taped her car and put a dozen roses in the back set.&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for my boyfriend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be one of those girls that can say...&lt;br /&gt;I have an amazing boyfriend.</description>
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  <lj:music>Where are you going ~ The Dave Mattews Band</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Where are you going ~ The Dave Mattews Band</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 04:18:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Four Brothers</title>
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  <description>Today I had work.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up early.&lt;br /&gt;Because I had to go get a hair cut before work.&lt;br /&gt;Walked down stairs and my mom was on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;She had a hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Her and my dad partyed it up last night I guess until 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;Went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Work got boring at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had to train someone.&lt;br /&gt;But she isnt going to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Erica&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;Showered and got ready for movies.&lt;br /&gt;B came over when I was doing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Party in the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;Went and filled my car up.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to dumars.&lt;br /&gt;Josh got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So, he didnt go to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jimmy up there.&lt;br /&gt;Said hey to him, he was seeing a different movie.&lt;br /&gt;It was just me, Walt, Erica and B.&lt;br /&gt;The four bothers was good.&lt;br /&gt;But too much killing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to drop walt off.&lt;br /&gt;Went inside for about 5ish minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Then left.&lt;br /&gt;Erica, B and me were trying to figure out some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing really got figured out.&lt;br /&gt;Got home 3 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B came over and knocked on my den window.&lt;br /&gt;Scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for his phone.&lt;br /&gt;But we found it.&lt;br /&gt;I was smart and called it.&lt;br /&gt;What a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baby, where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, I hope.*&lt;br /&gt;ly</description>
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  <lj:music>3 doors down ~ Away from the sun</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 19:31:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>1:00 a.m.</title>
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  <description>Last night was the first football game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;We killed roseville.&lt;br /&gt;42-7&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The after party was okay.&lt;br /&gt;The chicken was good :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Erin and Pieper!&lt;br /&gt;Then got online and then called Walt.&lt;br /&gt;He is the only one who has ever kept me up on the phone until 1 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am not much of a phone talker.&lt;br /&gt;I dont spend over 15 mins on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Much last night I was on the phone with him for 2 hours and 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am so sore.&lt;br /&gt;My body kills.&lt;br /&gt;Went homecoming dress shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I am going to get that one dress.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might get that for prom.&lt;br /&gt;But I found some really really pretty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am going to go nap for a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;Then get in practice clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire starts at 6!!&lt;br /&gt;You should all be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ly</description>
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  <lj:music>Summer time blues ~ Alan Jackson</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Summer time blues ~ Alan Jackson</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 02:37:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this was cute</title>
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  <description>Guyz (how girls flirt) ~!*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;1 She makes eye contact and smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;2. She hits you softly on the arm and laughs when you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;say something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;3. She flips her hair when she&apos;s talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;4. She touches your arm when she talks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;5. She says, &quot;No, I&apos;m not telling you who I like!&quot; with&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;a big smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;6. She asks you who you like or who you would go out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;with seemingly interested.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;7. When you go to the movies with a bunch of your&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;friends and she is almost always next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;8. She criticizes you on a girl you like.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;9. You catch her staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;10. She plays with your hair or tries to put make up on&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;11. Her friends outside of school and in school know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;about you, and says she talks about you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;12. She knows your phone number and address.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;13. She will try and talk, and spend time with you as&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; *~*Girls*~* [how guyz flirt]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;1. He stares at you alot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;2. He hits you alot. (just play hitting )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;3. He uses the first thing that pops into his head to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;start a converstaion with you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;4. He yelled, &quot;Hi!&quot;, to your mom that day she picked you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;5. He blew off his buds to go see &quot;Run Away Bride&quot; with&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;you cuz you couldn&apos;t get another girl pal to go and didn&apos;t want to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;6. He tries to make you laugh anyway even if he gets&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;hurt in the process&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;7. His voice gets softer (&quot;Hey, you&quot;) when ever you two&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;talk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;8. You hung up on him. He called you back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;9. You where invited by him to a group outing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;10. He called you to talk about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;11. He imitates your laugh. OK, you do snort sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;Which makes you laugh even harder...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;12. He remembers little things you mention in casual&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;13. He sometimes stares straight into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;14. He uses every possible way to touch you (your hair,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;face, butt, thighs, ect.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Now make a wish...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; 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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 01:58:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Country Inn</title>
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  <description>Today I had an interview at the Country Inn.&lt;br /&gt;For a hostessing job.&lt;br /&gt;The interview was going great.&lt;br /&gt;He said it was.&lt;br /&gt;But he doesnt know if he can work with my hours.&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading is always in the way.&lt;br /&gt;So, I dont think I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;We will see thou.&lt;br /&gt;He said he is going to keep my app. and I have to undate it asap.&lt;br /&gt;When I know about my other job and after cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;I would just quit my other job.&lt;br /&gt;But my other job pays more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Brann&apos;s with Aubry Maria and Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Shared a lot of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;That went fine.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wanna know where your coming from.&lt;br /&gt;Is this real for you?&lt;br /&gt;Like it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a fantasy for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want this to happen as bad as I do?*</description>
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  <lj:music>You and Me</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">You and Me</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 22:08:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SENIOR</title>
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  <description>I just got done taking my senior pics!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;I want them back now.&lt;br /&gt;My mom said she liked them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that they didnt have the railroad. :(&lt;br /&gt;Totally forgot Sophie at home.&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to call Kellyn.&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants her to take pics of me with curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and The Country Inn finally called me back.&lt;br /&gt;They want me to set up an interview with them for a job.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have an interview at 4!&lt;br /&gt;If I get the job I will probably be working 6 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I will have my Saturday and Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;I will just have to find a way to do my homework haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading went well.&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of &quot;omg your hair&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of &quot;omg your make-up&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I was like okay, my hair is always like this.&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I was wearing make-up was because of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I always have my hair in a pony in cheer.&lt;br /&gt;And I NEVER wear make-up to practice.&lt;br /&gt;Games yes, practice no.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so surprised.&lt;br /&gt;It was hot.&lt;br /&gt;I love tuesday practices.&lt;br /&gt;They are always kinda laid back.&lt;br /&gt;And just fun.&lt;br /&gt;We mess around so much.&lt;br /&gt;But that what makes it a blast.</description>
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  <lj:music>Drink, swear, steal and lie~ michael peterson</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Drink, swear, steal and lie~ michael peterson</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 17:10:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hockey</title>
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  <description>Last night after work I went home and got ready.&lt;br /&gt;Then I picked up amanda.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped off stuff for another amanda.&lt;br /&gt;Then picked up Justin.&lt;br /&gt;And went to Dumars.&lt;br /&gt;Met Erica up there.&lt;br /&gt;We went there to watch Walt play.&lt;br /&gt;He ended up not being able to play.&lt;br /&gt;Which was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Because I got to spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;He lost his hockey stick.&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for in for like 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;And still didnt find it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to leave by 10:45.&lt;br /&gt;Left there and hit every red light!&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad because I have a curfew.&lt;br /&gt;But I called my mom and told her I was going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;I was late by 1 minute!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Justin kinda got into it on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Like him and a couple other people dont understand why I did some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like why I let people back in. &lt;br /&gt;Or how I start the conv. when it &quot;should be&quot; the other person.&lt;br /&gt;But I tried explaining to him.&lt;br /&gt;I have to explain the whole story to Amanda when I dropped off Justin.&lt;br /&gt;Then I picked up Aubry.&lt;br /&gt;And had to explain to her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;And why I do things.&lt;br /&gt;We talked last night about everything.&lt;br /&gt;And we did the white stripes for our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with a memory from last year 5th hour.&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then me and aubry went to CVS and big apple.&lt;br /&gt;Then dropped her off.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have been getting ready for my senior pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like how you get to me.&lt;br /&gt;You just get to me.&lt;br /&gt;And its not like it takes any time.&lt;br /&gt;Like right when I saw you, you got to me.&lt;br /&gt;And that scares the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont wanna get f*ed over in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Even thou I dont thats how it will end.&lt;br /&gt;It always does, it even fails.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope its real this time.&lt;br /&gt;I just really hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trying to hold myself back from falling.*&lt;br /&gt;*But it&apos;s not working.*&lt;br /&gt;*Because I keep falling every time I think of you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074642484&quot; 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style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;favorite color:&quot; value=&quot;Red&quot; size=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;best physical quaility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;best personality trait:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;will you marry your bf/gf that you have now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;when will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;August 4, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;your kiss is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;meaningful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;People date you because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; 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  <lj:music>You and Me~ Lifehouse</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">You and Me~ Lifehouse</media:title>
  <lj:mood>excited and scared</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 13:50:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BONFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>Last night I had a sweet bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;It was a total last minute thing.&lt;br /&gt;And it was the best bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;Here were all that people that came at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Aubry&lt;br /&gt;Amanda P.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda R.&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Katie (Jimmy&apos;s gf)&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Justin&lt;br /&gt;Frank&lt;br /&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;2 of steve&apos;s friends&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Ashley B.&lt;br /&gt;Erica&lt;br /&gt;Walt&lt;br /&gt;Josh (walts bro)&lt;br /&gt;Lauri&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;br /&gt;I think that was everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sandy came too!&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Erica is picking up her cam.&lt;br /&gt;Then cutting the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Then Aubry&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;Work from 3-7:30.&lt;br /&gt;After work I am not sure what I am doing just yet.</description>
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  <lj:music>Alan Jackson</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Alan Jackson</media:title>
  <lj:mood>cheerful</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 03:16:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Aubrys</title>
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  <description>Aubrys b-day party was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I chilled with her boyfriend most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;He is going to look for a good guy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up with Bre until like 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I had to get up at 9 for work.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to walt last night.&lt;br /&gt;I got a some info from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the morning I got up and was ready in like 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Chilling with sandy and her mom (aubrys mom and nana).&lt;br /&gt;Then left for work at 9:45.&lt;br /&gt;Got to work.&lt;br /&gt;Worked from 10-7:45.&lt;br /&gt;Went to aubrys....&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream and cake and cake.&lt;br /&gt;cookielips....&lt;br /&gt;gang-stirs.&lt;br /&gt;Guys watching us in the window.&lt;br /&gt;Got to love it!&lt;br /&gt;omg &amp;lt;3 you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teasing boys.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so funny.&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking about my life boy-wise.&lt;br /&gt;Well here you go people here it is.&lt;br /&gt;I am talking with a couple boys.&lt;br /&gt;Just playing the field.&lt;br /&gt;I need a good boy that will treat me right.&lt;br /&gt;And one that wont cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of being cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;If you know any single guys that are good guys.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you are a single good guy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire at my house tomorrow maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to run it by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;But I am pretty sure it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;I will let everyone know.</description>
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  <lj:music>ice cream and cake</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">ice cream and cake</media:title>
  <lj:mood>CRAZY!!!!!!!!!</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 02:11:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Cheerleading</title>
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  <description>Yesterday Before Cheerleading Justin called me.&lt;br /&gt;He was like what are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;I said leaving in 5 mins. &lt;br /&gt;He was like well I am pulling in front of your house.&lt;br /&gt;That was the coolest thing, because I havent seen that Justin all summer.&lt;br /&gt;He had been gone ALL summer.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sweet of him to stop by.&lt;br /&gt;I told him we are going to snowcoming together again because it will be our 4th year goind together.&lt;br /&gt;Hey you cant mess with tradition.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to worry about a date to homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the first dance of the year.&lt;br /&gt;But I did find the homecoming dress of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;So, thats half the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading was going good at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the cheerleaders came in with a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissy after.&lt;br /&gt;Like why you were only there for a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;You came to practice.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you be pissed that she made you practice.&lt;br /&gt;We had to stay a half hour late.&lt;br /&gt;Which doesnt make me a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up being there for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, I love to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;But not 3 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;I snapped at my mom when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad after.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate money.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a problem.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am trying to help out as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Even thou, I cant work a lot because of cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;But I wont have to worry about that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty good in trips.&lt;br /&gt;$9, which isnt bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss my weekend tips.&lt;br /&gt;I met my new boss today.&lt;br /&gt;He came up and just smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;I was like great and other guy trying to hit on me.&lt;br /&gt;(I get that enough with the painters)&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you are my age, a little older, thats hot.&lt;br /&gt;But not when you are like upper 20s and 30s.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes older.&lt;br /&gt;One of the painters asked if I wanted to go to France with him.&lt;br /&gt;I was like umm sure(not really).&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, the boss is cool.&lt;br /&gt;I miss carlo thou.&lt;br /&gt;And today me and Jess actually talked.&lt;br /&gt;We havent talked in a while because of our fight.&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went shopping with my cuz, aunt and sister.&lt;br /&gt;I got a $6 dollar pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;Thats was hot!&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleadin went better then yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But like no one gave it their all until the last half of practice.&lt;br /&gt;Like why?&lt;br /&gt;Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate staying over.</description>
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  <lj:music>Feels like today~ Rascal Flatts</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2005 15:05:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Cougar Days</title>
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  <description>Last night I came home from Kettering.&lt;br /&gt;Then I left around 9:30 for a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;Came home at 11.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to B online.&lt;br /&gt;Then talked to Justin.&lt;br /&gt;He is the most complex guy I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I know a little about guys.&lt;br /&gt;But he completely blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a guy like him.&lt;br /&gt;He like thinks about the other person.&lt;br /&gt;And cares about their feels.&lt;br /&gt;It is soooooooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;But I think he needs to let go a little.&lt;br /&gt;And take chances.&lt;br /&gt;You will never live if you dont take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, things always have a funny way of working things out.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its just surprising how good things can get.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You only live once, but if you live like we do...once is enough.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cougar days!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is my class schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Sem.&lt;br /&gt;1   Government~Ruth&lt;br /&gt;2   Physics 1~Yenior&lt;br /&gt;3-4 Hospitality 2a~Thiel&lt;br /&gt;5   Psychology 1~Ruth&lt;br /&gt;6   Teacher aide~Thiel&lt;br /&gt;Lunch D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Sem.&lt;br /&gt;1   Independ Living~Pettovello&lt;br /&gt;2   Consumer Finance~Skrocki&lt;br /&gt;3-4 Hospitality 2b~Thiel&lt;br /&gt;5   Fabrics 2~Kursa&lt;br /&gt;6   Physics 2~Yenior&lt;br /&gt;Lunch D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You only live once, but if you live like we do...once is enough.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;-Class of 2006</description>
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  <lj:music>Photograph</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2005 17:31:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kettering</title>
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  <description>Yesterday morning I came up to Kettering.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Erin went to the renaissance festival.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time going.&lt;br /&gt;I love it there.&lt;br /&gt;It was just so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just so creative there.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Erin got our hair done.&lt;br /&gt;And we get these hair things that are really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back the guys were messing around in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Erin went to taco bell in our dresses.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;These older people liked them though.&lt;br /&gt;Haha....&lt;br /&gt;And at night, me and erin read our books.&lt;br /&gt;And I talked with pieper online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Erins birthday!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY ERIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom, dad and Elise are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to eat and have cake.&lt;br /&gt;Then I we are going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it was an okay trip.&lt;br /&gt;Like I had a blast hanging with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;And the festival was fun. &lt;br /&gt;But idk.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt as fun as my last trip.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its because I am not talking with Curly.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am hanging out with him.&lt;br /&gt;I did see Tex and Gangles.&lt;br /&gt;But idk, things just arent the same.&lt;br /&gt;Like when Sunday night happened I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Because I liked him for so long.&lt;br /&gt;And he finally got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;But when he said he regreted it happened.&lt;br /&gt;It just changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;He cant talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I cant IM or call him.&lt;br /&gt;Because he is the one that regrets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this kettering trip I feel in love with a song.&lt;br /&gt;Its a good song.&lt;br /&gt;Photograph~ Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;Download it.</description>
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  <lj:music>Photograph - Nickelback</lj:music>
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