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  <title>all your dreams are gone</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2004 08:26:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>dont just stand up for what you believe is wrong. repel it from your life entirely. then you will know happiness.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2004 20:08:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sometimes i really wonder what the effin point is.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2004 07:06:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>What Would You do if... &lt;br /&gt;I cried: CRY &lt;br /&gt;I said I liked you: SAY I LOVE YOU &lt;br /&gt;I kissed you: KISS BACK &lt;br /&gt;I was hospitalized: SIT AT YOUR BEDSIDE &lt;br /&gt;I got in a fight and you were there: BEAT SOME ASS &lt;br /&gt;I got dumped: BEAT SOME ASS &lt;br /&gt;I pissed you off: GET OVER IT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would You... &lt;br /&gt;Be my friend: DUH &lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth no matter what: DUH &lt;br /&gt;Lie to make me feel better: SOMETIMES &lt;br /&gt;Keep a secret if I told you one: OF COURSE &lt;br /&gt;Loan me some cash: IF I HAD SOME &lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand: ALREADY HAVE &lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet for me: YOUR ONE OF THE FEW &lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch: ALWAYS &lt;br /&gt;Love me: I DO &lt;br /&gt;makeout with me: BEEN THERE &lt;br /&gt;hold me in times of need: FOREVER</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2004 06:54:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i dont want to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts.</description>
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  <lj:music>a weakness fo slow jams</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 00:40:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>im so glad to have a computer again.</title>
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  <description>woah. its been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;over two years since my last entry. aww. my journal.</description>
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  <lj:music>hieroglyphics.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:03:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i miss my friends. a lot. i want to leave arizona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utah is so awesome, i went and visited emily. i dont know if i could live away from my family though.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jul 2002 07:13:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i love matty. im soooooo glad that were hanging out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone...&lt;br /&gt;ollie,emily,crystal,kayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2002 00:17:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>4-2-0 !</title>
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  <description>prom. too much anxiety for a school dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word on the street.. tonight.. the biggest party ever.&lt;br /&gt;whos not going to be there? &lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well chris is ready. &lt;br /&gt;yeah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2002 18:09:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i was thinking about changing my pic but thats exactly what im talking about...&lt;br /&gt;:(</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2002 17:59:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>3 months until i escape. &lt;br /&gt;not to much longer.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2002 17:57:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>why is it a requirement to be depressed..</title>
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  <description>i miss my old life. it seems like no matter where i am or who i hang out with, about every year my life changes. and i like it but in some ways i dont. i miss people that i used to hang out with. theat just blow me off now. i guess im the only one that thinks about it,&lt;br /&gt;you think that your such good friends with someone then when they leave you realize what the freindship really was.&lt;br /&gt;i once heard a poem at a work seminar (at 9 on a saturday the morning that i had to wake up and go to) i cant remember the whole thing but it said something like... freinds come into your life to make a certain impact and then when their job is done they leave. only a few will be your freinds forever.&lt;br /&gt;so, i get that. but its still effin sad.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2002 04:56:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>let me lie</title>
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  <description>im fine.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2002 04:53:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hang on &lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;it gets better&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;am i chasing something that doesnt want to be caught&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;im trying&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;how long&lt;br /&gt;im so tired&lt;br /&gt;when will it come&lt;br /&gt;i hate standing in line&lt;br /&gt;i want to be next&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;im moving but i cant feel it&lt;br /&gt;am i shaking&lt;br /&gt;am i here&lt;br /&gt;dont wake me up&lt;br /&gt;im so tired&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2002 04:48:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate my journal.&lt;br /&gt;why wont someone show me how to work things on here.&lt;br /&gt;movie=depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rub it in crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work&amp;gt;school&amp;gt;work&amp;gt;school..&lt;br /&gt;dang my life if non stop fun.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2002 05:39:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;i love and miss my friends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2001 05:02:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>boys are really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont go see the movie ali. its horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a downward spiral.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2001 00:44:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate knowing the truth about life.&lt;br /&gt;and finding out who your real friends are. it sucks when you think someone is something that theyre not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it like when you do know who your real friends are, you cant hang on to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. it makes sense in my head.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2001 00:41:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>happy 18th emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, you too crystal. come back asap.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2001 00:40:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i should stop drinking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the fact that kaylas here. i hope i can convince her to move back. it would do her good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new job is rad. i hope its as fun as expected.&lt;br /&gt;last day at mervyns tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;god get me through it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2001 00:40:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>people really dont grow up, out of highschool</title>
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  <description>do you think that this weekend could have got any crazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys always have to fight about everything. i hate that. it doesnt prove anything to anyone. friday night was the perfect example of that.. second to saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate dumb people. and people that cant handle their alcohol. that is the worst. if youre going to drink than know how. and how much you can take.&lt;br /&gt;retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also hate guys that think constantly with the head downstairs. it like, do you have a brain. erg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.&lt;br /&gt;i love dating.</description>
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  <lj:mood>finals. ick.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2001 00:42:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i have never picked up a hitchicker. not that i remember, anyway. until today.&lt;br /&gt;i guess he wasnt technically hitchicking. but he was walking. &lt;br /&gt;me. chris.&lt;br /&gt;navy drunk man walking.&lt;br /&gt;in my car.&lt;br /&gt;smelled like beer.&lt;br /&gt;told stories.&lt;br /&gt;bonded with chris on the armed forces.&lt;br /&gt;graduated from greenway in &apos;87.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;he hugged me.</description>
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  <lj:music>robbie/chris mixing something or other</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2001 00:43:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what the heck do i want?</title>
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  <description>ollie must hate me.. &quot;i hate people that dont know what they want.&quot;-ollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so completely confused with everything in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monsters inc. was absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned my car today.. whoa. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;its so clean. now im going through one of those, im not going to drink, eat, smoke or anything in my car. that will end in like two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone so set in their ideas and lifestyle except me? all i can do is dream about what i want. and who i want to be. its my favorite past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting headaches. its so ridiculous.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2001 22:09:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>why do i hate my life...</title>
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  <description>my english teacher told me that i have gotten used to being unhappy and that it works for me. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to cheer up and stop hating my life because i hate my job. i am so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new hair cut. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mosters inc. is star wars relived. for real. &lt;br /&gt;the line last night was phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months till graduation. countin the days.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2001 19:35:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>dood. why does he have to be so nice? that makes it really hard to get mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have gone back over to kate&apos;s last night. oh well.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2001 19:31:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i remember when i was a kid and used to go door to door trying to sell stuff, it was humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;(some kids just came over.. so i was flashing back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes boyfriend just makes me so angry.&lt;br /&gt;example, last night. err.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to talk to him today. i am actually still debating it.&lt;br /&gt;but he really didnt do anything. i guess im just lame, i dont know. whatever. boys smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised at how good wes&apos;s  band was. i had heard them at the house practicing. but they were a lot better on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ollie needs to call me.</description>
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  <lj:mood>i dont know, i just woke up.</lj:mood>
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