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  <title>32 Flavors and Then Some</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 00:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>your skin and bones turn in to something beautiful</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 22:23:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;i am not a prety girl&lt;br /&gt;that is not what i do&lt;br /&gt;i ain&apos;t no damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;and i don&apos;t need to be rescued&lt;br /&gt;so put me down punk&lt;br /&gt;wouldn&apos;t you prefer a maiden fair?&lt;br /&gt;isn&apos;t there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere?&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2004 22:26:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re my best friend, but do you mind if I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I just change my dream?&lt;br /&gt;Can I take it back, could I erase this path?  I just want to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;cause you&apos;re the best that I have ever had&lt;br /&gt;or could ever dream.  So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I start to drift</description>
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  <lj:music>tori amos</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 00:48:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what would he say?</title>
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  <description>if he only knew what i dream about when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew the honesty in all my lies&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew the distance i&apos;d crawl on my knees for him&lt;br /&gt;if he could only feel the way i feel him within&lt;br /&gt;if he only felt the pain that others have brought me&lt;br /&gt;then maybe he would understand not to talk about her to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew the distance that i fall&lt;br /&gt;he might never come back at all&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew i love him, i think that he would see&lt;br /&gt;but instead he thinks my feeling are only temporary&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew that he was my best friend&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew that i never want us to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he could only see the future through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;if he could only see my numerous tries&lt;br /&gt;at things i knew weren&apos;t meant to be&lt;br /&gt;if he could just give in to me&lt;br /&gt;if he could see i won&apos;t break his heart&lt;br /&gt;if he could see my lonliness when we&apos;re apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he only knew....</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2004 16:37:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>do you believe in &quot;meant-to-be&quot; ?</title>
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  <description>I know that I usually wear my heart on my sleve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was just recently in-love (still love, but not in-love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe in finding the one you were mean-to-be with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided it was all bull-shit and maybe you&apos;ll find someone you like and can tolerate enough to marry and make a family with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that sometimes you just can&apos;t see the love when it&apos;s there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.... WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is there, you can see it.  If you can&apos;t see the love, don&apos;t try to convince yourself it is there.  if you have to convince yourself that it&apos;s there, then more likley than not, it&apos;s not there.  That&apos;s what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I admit that I&apos;m falling again.  And it&apos;s so crazy &apos;cause I&apos;m falling way too fast, but when you click with someone so well, when you comliment the other person so well, and they compliment you.... it&apos;s so hard not to.  It&apos;s almost like we&apos;re &quot;meant-to-be&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scary thing is... he feels the same way.  But we are both scared to talk about it &apos;cause we&apos;ve both been hurt pretty bad before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;           so fast!</description>
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  <lj:music>cold play</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2004 23:01:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>if it makes you feel alive then so do i</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;well i&apos;m all moved into my dorm!&amp;nbsp; everything is going well so far.&amp;nbsp; the bathrooms are and always will be a little sketchy, but uh.... ya know...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m a little scared about classes.&amp;nbsp; ok, that&apos;s a lie.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m really scared about classes.&amp;nbsp; but after all that money i paid on freakin books, i better do well!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;if you could change one thing, or even a couple things in life;&amp;nbsp; take something back.&amp;nbsp; what would it be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000099&quot;&gt;i personally.... wouldn&apos;t change or take anything back.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;ve done alot of stupid shit, and made alot of really big mistakes, hurt people, been hurt by people, been stupid..... but i wouldn&apos;t take &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; of it back.&amp;nbsp; think i&apos;m lying?&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m dead serious!&amp;nbsp; here&apos;s my logic:&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;every little thing affects everything.&amp;nbsp; everything happens for a reason.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;if i took anything back, my life would not be where it is right now.&amp;nbsp; and to be quite honest with you.. i LOVE my life right now.&amp;nbsp; everything about it.&amp;nbsp; if my life wasn&apos;t played out the way it was, i wouldn&apos;t know what i know, i wouldn&apos;t be who i am, and life would not be where it is.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;d trade my life with no one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;one more thing....&amp;nbsp; i think i might like william.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; just a little bit.... ;-)&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2004 15:47:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>but uh....   yeah</title>
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  <description>two more days until i move out!  i had mixed emotions about it... but i&apos;m definatly excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend is moving really far away, and i honestly just don&apos;t know how to deal with that, so i just pussy out and act like it&apos;s just not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madonna puts it best &quot;what i&apos;m dying to say is that i&apos;m crazy for you.  touch me once and you&apos;ll know it&apos;s true.  i&apos;ve never wanted anyone like this.  it&apos;s all brand new.  you&apos;ll feel it in my kiss.  you&apos;ll feel it in my kiss b/c i&apos;m crazy for you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get into the groove boy you&apos;ve got to prove your love to me!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2004 23:03:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;you&apos;ll never have a friend like me&quot;</title>
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  <description>ok.  maybe i don&apos;t hate boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infact, i like most unless they want to get into my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason i think i like a boy who...&lt;br /&gt;god damn, i don&apos;t even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have done something good</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 12:35:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate boys</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2004 17:21:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&quot;I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION.&amp;nbsp; I JUST GOT IT.&amp;nbsp; AND I GET IT.&quot; -TBS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO JUST LET GO.&amp;nbsp; I CAN&apos;T LET ALL THE STUPID SHIT I KEEP DOING CONSUME ME.&amp;nbsp; I HAVE TO JUST WALK AWAY, AND NEVER LOOK BACK.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&apos;M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING.&amp;nbsp; I REALLY AM.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I JUST KEEP SCREWING THINGS UP AND IT AFFECTS THE SAME PEOPLE, AND I JUST CAN&apos;T DO IT TO THEM ANYMORE.&amp;nbsp; AND I DON&apos;T THINK MY SORRIES MEAN ANYTHING TO THEM ANYMORE EITHER.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&apos;M WITH SOMEONE NEW WHO CHALLENGES ME, YET MAKES ME FEEL GOOD ABOUT WHO I AM.&amp;nbsp; I LIKE BEING NEW TO SOMEONE &apos;CAUSE THEY CAN&apos;T HOLD YOUR PAST MISTAKES AGAINST YOU.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;WE DONT KNOW EACHOTHER AND WE ADMIT THAT AND TRY TO GET TO KNOW EACHOTHER.&amp;nbsp; HE&apos;S NOT LIKE MOST OF THE OTHER GUYS WHO WANT TO MAKE OUT, FUCK, AND THAT&apos;S BASICALLY IT.&amp;nbsp; AND WHEN WE KISS, IT&apos;S NOT THE HORMONES IN US KISSING.&amp;nbsp; IT&apos;S US.&amp;nbsp; I DON&apos;T THINK I&apos;VE EVER TRULY HAD THAT BEFORE, AS MUCH AS I WANTED TO BELIEVE I DID.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I THINK HE&apos;S SCARED TO TRUST ME.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;HE THINKS HIS HEART IS COLD, AND SAYS THAT THAT PROTECTS HIM.&amp;nbsp; I DON&apos;T THINK THAT&apos;S TRUE, AND IF IT IS, IT WON&apos;T BE FOR LONG.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>taking back sunday (new cd!)</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">taking back sunday (new cd!)</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2004 04:08:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Joe Somebody and the Dream Guy</title>
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  <description>SO I WORK WITH THIS GUYS NAMED JOE.&lt;br /&gt;HE&apos;S 26 AND WORKS AT K-MART.&lt;br /&gt;HE ACTS LIKE HE&apos;S 19, SMILES LIKE... BIG SMILE&lt;br /&gt;AND HE&apos;S CRAZY ABOUT.... ME....&lt;br /&gt;ME.....&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HIM I WAS 18&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID HE THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT 22&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED AND SAID, &quot;OH&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I TRY TO BRUSH HIM OFF BUT HE WONT LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND HE WANTS MINE&lt;br /&gt;WE BOTH GOT OFF WORK TONIGHT AT 11 AND IT WAS RAINING.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT OUTSIDE AND HE WAS WAITING FOR ME WITH AN UMBRELLA.&lt;br /&gt;ONE DATE.&lt;br /&gt;HE WANTS JUST ONE DATE AND I CAN MAKE UP MY MIND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;HE SAIDJUST &apos;CAUSE HE&apos;S 26 DOESNT MEAN HE WANTS TO GET MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;HE SAYS HE DOESNT WANT A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THAT RIGHT NOW EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IF I DIDN&apos;T SCARE HIM OFF FIRST, HE WOULD CHANGE HIS MIND.  WHAT DO I DO?  I&apos;M TRYING NOT TO BE MEAN.  I&apos;M TRYING TO SEND THE &quot;NO&quot; SIGNALS, AND HE GETS IT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE.  bUT HE JUST TALKS ABOUT MY HAIR, AND MY EYES, AND HOW &quot;CUTE&quot; I AM.  &lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT THAT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT A GUY TO TREAT ME LIKE SHIT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME..&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT A GUY TO SMOTHER ME.  NOT RIGHT NOW.  I DON&apos;T NEED THAT NOW, I DON&apos;T HAVE TIME FOR THAT NOW, AND I CAN&apos;T HANDLE THAT NOW.  &lt;br /&gt;DON&apos;T GET ME WRONG, HE&apos;S CUTE.  I&apos;D DO THE DEED WITH HIM.&lt;br /&gt;DID I JUST SAY THAT?  WHAT&apos;S WRONG WITH ME?!&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND HE&apos;S COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;VERY COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL KNOW I LIKE THE COUNTRY BOYS, BUT HE&apos;S NOT THE RUGGED COUNTRY TYPE.  HE&apos;S THE MAMA&apos;S BOY, LET ME WRITE YOU A POEM AND PICK YOU FLOWERS, COUNTRY BOY.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IF I WERE OLDER.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IF I WERENT 18 AND ABOUT TO LIVE ON MY OWN FOR THE FIRST TIME.  MAYBE IF I DIDNT WANT TO HATE BOYS, AND TEASE BOYS, AND BREAK BOYS HEARTS... BUT I DO.&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM IS... I&apos;M NO GOOD AT BEING MEAN, AS MUCH AS I WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL BAD &apos;CAUSE HE&apos;S REALLY TRYING AND HE&apos;S REALLY SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;NOT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;I CAN&apos;T DO IT, IT WILL ONLY MAKE ME WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND THIS OTHER GUY THAT WORKS AT CARMIKE CAME IN TO K-MART THE OTHER DAY...&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;VE KNOWN WHO HE WAS FOR A WHILE... AND I&apos;VE ALWAYS HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON HIM.  SO ANYWAY, HE CAME INTO K-MART THE OTHER DAY.  I TALKED TO HIM A LITTLE, AND HE TOLD ME TO STOP BY CARMIKE IF I WANTED TO SEE A MOVIE AND HE&apos;D HOOK ME UP.  HIS HANDS WERE KINDA SHAKY LIKE HE NEEDED A CIGARETTE OR SOMETHING.  HE&apos;S A NICE GUY WHO YOU CAN SEE THE UNPERFECT LIFE IN, BUT YOU TOTALLY DIG IT.  I WANTED TO TAKE HIM TO THE BACK IN A DARK ROOM AND EASE THE SHAKE IN HIS HAND.  MMM...  ANYWAY.  WHEN HE LEFT, HE LOOKED BACK AS HE WALKED AWAY.  I&apos;D TOTALLY HOOK UP WITH HIM.  I WOULD TOTALLY DATE HIM.  HE&apos;S TOTALLY MY DREAM GUY...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2004 04:08:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Joe Somebody</title>
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  <description>SO I WORK WITH THIS GUYS NAMED JOE.&lt;br /&gt;HE&apos;S 26 AND WORKS AT K-MART.&lt;br /&gt;HE ACTS LIKE HE&apos;S 19, SMILES LIKE... BIG SMILE&lt;br /&gt;AND HE&apos;S CRAZY ABOUT.... ME....&lt;br /&gt;ME.....&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HIM I WAS 18&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID HE THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT 22&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED AND SAID, &quot;OH&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I TRY TO BRUSH HIM OFF BUT HE WONT LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND HE WANTS MINE&lt;br /&gt;WE BOTH GOT OFF WORK TONIGHT AT 11 AND IT WAS RAINING.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT OUTSIDE AND HE WAS WAITING FOR ME WITH AN UMBRELLA.&lt;br /&gt;ONE DATE.&lt;br /&gt;HE WANTS JUST ONE DATE AND I CAN MAKE UP MY MIND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;HE SAIDJUST &apos;CAUSE HE&apos;S 26 DOESNT MEAN HE WANTS TO GET MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;HE SAYS HE DOESNT WANT A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THAT RIGHT NOW EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IF I DIDN&apos;T SCARE HIM OFF FIRST, HE WOULD CHANGE HIS MIND.  WHAT DO I DO?  I&apos;M TRYING NOT TO BE MEAN.  I&apos;M TRYING TO SEND THE &quot;NO&quot; SIGNALS, AND HE GETS IT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE.  bUT HE JUST TALKS ABOUT MY HAIR, AND MY EYES, AND HOW &quot;CUTE&quot; I AM.  &lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT THAT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT A GUY TO TREAT ME LIKE SHIT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME..&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT A GUY TO SMOTHER ME.  NOT RIGHT NOW.  I DON&apos;T NEED THAT NOW, I DON&apos;T HAVE TIME FOR THAT NOW, AND I CAN&apos;T HANDLE THAT NOW.  &lt;br /&gt;DON&apos;T GET ME WRONG, HE&apos;S CUTE.  I&apos;D DO THE DEED WITH HIM.&lt;br /&gt;DID I JUST SAY THAT?  WHAT&apos;S WRONG WITH ME?!&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND HE&apos;S COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;VERY COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL KNOW I LIKE THE COUNTRY BOYS, BUT HE&apos;S NOT THE RUGGED COUNTRY TYPE.  HE&apos;S THE MAMA&apos;S BOY, LET ME WRITE YOU A POEM AND PICK YOU FLOWERS, COUNTRY BOY.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IF I WERE OLDER.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IF I WERENT 18 AND ABOUT TO LIVE ON MY OWN FOR THE FIRST TIME.  MAYBE IF I DIDNT WANT TO HATE BOYS, AND TEASE BOYS, AND BREAK BOYS HEARTS... BUT I DO.&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM IS... I&apos;M NO GOOD AT BEING MEAN, AS MUCH AS I WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL BAD &apos;CAUSE HE&apos;S REALLY TRYING AND HE&apos;S REALLY SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;NOT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;I CAN&apos;T DO IT, IT WILL ONLY MAKE ME WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND THIS OTHER GUY THAT WORKS AT CARMIKE CAME IN TO K-MART THE OTHER DAY...&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;VE KNOWN WHO HE WAS FOR A WHILE... AND I&apos;VE ALWAYS HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON HIM.  SO ANYWAY, HE CAME INTO K-MART THE OTHER DAY.  I TALKED TO HIM A LITTLE, AND HE TOLD ME TO STOP BY CARMIKE IF I WANTED TO SEE A MOVIE AND HE&apos;D HOOK ME UP.  HIS HANDS WERE KINDA SHAKY LIKE HE NEEDED A CIGARETTE OR SOMETHING.  HE&apos;S A NICE GUY WHO YOU CAN SEE THE UNPERFECT LIFE IN, BUT YOU TOTALLY DIG IT.  I WANTED TO TAKE HIM TO THE BACK IN A DARK ROOM AND EASE THE SHAKE IN HIS HAND.  MMM...  ANYWAY.  WHEN HE LEFT, HE LOOKED BACK AS HE WALKED AWAY.  I&apos;D TOTALLY HOOK UP WITH HIM.  I WOULD TOTALLY DATE HIM.  HE&apos;S TOTALLY MY DREAM GUY...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2004 21:23:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>SO ITS OK NOW&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN STAY AWAY&lt;br /&gt;ITS REALLY FINE&lt;br /&gt;I WAS REALLY BLIND&lt;br /&gt;TO THINK YOU REALLY CARED&lt;br /&gt;BUT THIS MISERY&lt;br /&gt;WONT BE HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU DID TO ME&lt;br /&gt;HAS ME ON MY KNEES&lt;br /&gt;I CRUMBLE&lt;br /&gt;INTO THE MILLION THINGS&lt;br /&gt;THAT KILL MY DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;AND I&apos;M DRIFTING FROM YOUR FACE&lt;br /&gt;I CAN SEE YOUR EYES AS&lt;br /&gt;THEY WATCH ME WALK AWAY&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE TEAR DROPS&lt;br /&gt;THAT STAIN MY FACE&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD BRUISE YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ACTUALLY CARED&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU FELT INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I HELD YOU CLOSE&lt;br /&gt;SKIN ON SKIN&lt;br /&gt;I CAN STILL FEEL THE SIN&lt;br /&gt;THEY SAY WE LIVED IN&lt;br /&gt;SIN OR NOT&lt;br /&gt;I STILL FEEL THE LOVE THAT&lt;br /&gt;I DIED IN&lt;br /&gt;JUST TAKE ME&lt;br /&gt;&apos;CAUSE I CAN&apos;T TAKE THIS PAIN&lt;br /&gt;ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED YOUR TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO KNOW YOU CARE&lt;br /&gt;JUST FEEL ME&lt;br /&gt;FEEL THE HEART THAT BEATS&lt;br /&gt;AS THE MEMORY REPEATS&lt;br /&gt;I WANDER&lt;br /&gt;&apos;CAUSE YOU LEFT ME HERE&lt;br /&gt;YOU MADE IT VERY CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;PULLED THE LOVE OUT OF MY SKIN&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU DISAPPEARED&lt;br /&gt;YOU MADE IT CRYSTAL CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;DONT CALL ME&lt;br /&gt;I FALL EVERYTIME&lt;br /&gt;I DREAM YOU WILL BE MINE&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WONT&lt;br /&gt;AND I DONT WANT YOU TO&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;LL NEVER FORGET YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU THREW ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU THREW ME OFF THAT CLIFF&lt;br /&gt;AM I JUST A MYTH THAT YOU LIVE IN&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;THAT YOU CANT HOLD MY HAND&lt;br /&gt;I TREMBLE&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR FACE&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HOLD YOU CLOSE&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN ME&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE BETTER DAYS&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE&apos;S JUSTA MAZE&lt;br /&gt;BUT IN THIS MOMENT...&lt;br /&gt;COULD YOU HOLDME HERE?&lt;br /&gt;JUST DONT DISAPPEAR&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT I NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;&apos;CAUSE I CANT TAKE THIS PAIN&lt;br /&gt;CANT BE ALL ALONE ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I LOVED YOU&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE YOU STILL&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALWAYS KNEW&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU ALWAYS WILL&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;LL TAKE THIS PILL TO&lt;br /&gt;CURE ME&lt;br /&gt;I SMILE ALL DAY LONG&lt;br /&gt;BUT I&apos;M REALLY NOT THAT STRONG</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2004 21:49:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 14:17:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Orange juice n biscuits</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;why is biscuiville soooo fucking good?!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;no seriously... i ate there all the time during school, and i just ate there like 10 min ago &apos;cause i have a fucking hang over, and orange juice n biscuits are the shit when you have a hang over! hahaha&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;omg, i have to get up and go to the bank then be to the doctor&apos;s by 9:10.&amp;nbsp; ummm.... i definatly had to pull to the side for a min &apos;cause i thought i was going to vomit on myself. grose! but i didn&apos;t so its all good&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ok i&apos;m gonna go clean my house &apos;cause there&apos;s lots of cups, cans, and bottles everywhere.. you know what i mean?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yea, last night was cool.&amp;nbsp; it was fun to just hang out with my closest friends and share some good times.... oh... except everyone left my w/ drunk ass kyle!! lol... yea we&apos;ll talk about this later!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;peace out and word to your moms&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 00:44:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;WOAH!!!&amp;nbsp; my journal went &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2004 22:09:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>things to look forward or not forward to</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;28 days &apos;till the warped tour concert&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;38 days &apos;till i move into my dorm&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;40 days &apos;till &quot;he&quot; moves into his dorm&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as long as i&apos;m not fucking pregnant, life will be good!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2004 22:09:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>things to look forward or not forward to</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;28 days &apos;till the warped tour concert&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;38 days &apos;till i move into my dorm&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;40 days &apos;till &quot;he&quot; moves into his dorm&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as long as i&apos;m not fucking pregnant, life will be good!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2004 22:08:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>things to look forward or not forward to</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;28 days &apos;till the warped tour concert&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;38 days &apos;till i move into my dorm&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;40 days &apos;till &quot;he&quot; moves into his dorm&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as long as i&apos;m not fucking pregnant, life will be good!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2004 00:50:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>5 minute phone call</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;so i just typed up everything i wanted to say in this journal.&amp;nbsp; then i deleted it all.&amp;nbsp;twice. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;i guess i just wanted to say that i have never been so ashamed of myself in my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;he&amp;nbsp;called me yesterday.&amp;nbsp; out of nowhere.&amp;nbsp; he called me because he was shaken up.&amp;nbsp; he called me b/c his friend died behind the wheel, and another had a ceisure while he was driving.&amp;nbsp; he called me b/c it made him think alot about life, and he wanted to talk to someone who he knew cared about him alot, and who he cares alot about too.&amp;nbsp; so he called me.&amp;nbsp; and it was the happiest 5 minutes i&apos;ve had in a long time.&amp;nbsp; we just talked like good friends talk, and before we hung up, there was something in his voice that told me that he was glad to talk to me too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;last night my actions made me ashamed of myself like never before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;what i did was wrong.&amp;nbsp; not wrong to society, wrong to the chruch, or wrong to my parents.&amp;nbsp; it was wrong to ME.&amp;nbsp; but i took care of it, i got out, and i have never been so proud (for getting out) in my life.&amp;nbsp; and i owe my life to my friend (she knows who).&amp;nbsp; i honestly dont know what i would do if it weren&apos;t for her support.&amp;nbsp; why i cant say no when i need to, i dont know.&amp;nbsp; i could blame it on my parents and their little box they live in, but that would be too easy wouldn&apos;t it?&amp;nbsp; i am who i am because of the decisions &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; make&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;i&apos;m sorry i&apos;m not all they thought i would be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2004 08:18:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;have you seen the movie &lt;em&gt;the divine secrets of the ya ya sisterhood&lt;/em&gt;?&amp;nbsp; &apos;cause i was thinking.&amp;nbsp; what if you only do have one true love.&amp;nbsp; then if something happens, and you lose them, its just over.&amp;nbsp; you can try to love and care for someone else, and maybe you do, but it could never be the same.&amp;nbsp; that space in your heart is already taken up, you can only give what you have left to give.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;just when i get things straight in my life, just when i can be proud of myself again.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I fuck it up again.&amp;nbsp; what is wrong with me?&amp;nbsp; why do i want to hurt.&amp;nbsp; its not really that i want to hurt, its more like i don&apos;t want to get hurt, and the only way i can assure that, is to do the hurting myself.&amp;nbsp; i mean shit, i know what it feels like.&amp;nbsp; but i guess i&apos;m selfish and would rather someone else do the hurting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel like any time i&apos;m with another man, that i am cheating on a person who couldn&apos;t give a fuck to be quite frank.&amp;nbsp; but its not the same for me.&amp;nbsp; the relationship we had was no relationship meant for anyone but married adults.&amp;nbsp; its too hard on the emotions other wise.&amp;nbsp; i mean i convince myself all the time that i&apos;m over him, but it comes down to one thing.&amp;nbsp; love.&amp;nbsp; when you love someone, you just do.&amp;nbsp; i hope time can help me to make more room for someone else, and less room for.... you know who.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but now i just want to walk away.&amp;nbsp; it would be a bitch of me to do so.&amp;nbsp; but who says i can&apos;t.&amp;nbsp; i know i&apos;m not emotionally strong enough to try and stay.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m already in &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;FUCKING LOVE!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FUCK!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;WHY? I don&apos;t want to be.&amp;nbsp; but i am, and i don&apos;t have time to pretend that i&apos;m not.&amp;nbsp; once school starts, everyone will go back to their old routines, and it won&apos;t have mattered anyway...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i am truly sorry about all this&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2004 02:48:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i feel like.&amp;nbsp; i feel like i am walking on the water that i spent my whole life trying to learn how to swim in.&amp;nbsp; and i wonder if maybe i really just drowned, and it is my soul floating above.&amp;nbsp; what am i afraid of?&amp;nbsp; i mean who the fuck cares if i am walking or floating? atleast i&apos;m not swimming, atleast i&apos;m on top. right??&amp;nbsp; why can&apos;t i just leave the past behind me where it belongs.&amp;nbsp; let it be!&amp;nbsp; but i guess i&apos;m scared, so i just can&apos;t let it be.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m scared to leave behind what meant so much to me before.&amp;nbsp; even worse, i&apos;m scared that i might find something better than what i had before.&amp;nbsp; but if we just lived life being scared, then we wouldn&apos;t take chances, and we wouldn&apos;t really live.&amp;nbsp; would we?&amp;nbsp; &quot;kiss the flame.&amp;nbsp; what&apos;s wrong with the heart of the un-tamed?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2004 01:40:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>if you still care at all, don&apos;t call</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#990000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333399&quot;&gt;it&apos;s been forever since i&apos;ve seen you.&amp;nbsp; and by forever i mean not long at all.&amp;nbsp; and i probably would have called you, if i thought that you would have cared.&amp;nbsp; because the portrait of your body, and the portrait of your face are trapped inside my memory of what i thought were better days.&amp;nbsp; so i walk away without you and my eyes glaze.&amp;nbsp; then &lt;em&gt;out of no where&lt;/em&gt; you call me, to see if i&apos;m ok.&amp;nbsp; you know, i think that i am happy.&amp;nbsp; i think i ought to be.&amp;nbsp; still know i&apos;ll always love you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;you are a part of me&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; so i say good-bye, as i walk far away.&amp;nbsp; and by far i mean i&apos;ll probably run into you someday.&amp;nbsp; and i&amp;nbsp;thought you&apos;d be the death of me, but now i feel re-born.&amp;nbsp; still&amp;nbsp;i think that &amp;nbsp;i would&amp;nbsp;stoop for you. stoop for your eyes alone.&amp;nbsp; so good bye memories of the quiet you and me.&amp;nbsp; good bye dreaming of what i thought that we would be. the soft eye lash on my cheek bone, fell from my tears of doubt.&amp;nbsp; &apos;cause i know what i&apos;d forgotten.&amp;nbsp; i forgot what i&apos;m about.&amp;nbsp; without you, i remember.&amp;nbsp; without you, i am strong.&amp;nbsp; without you...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;love you&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333399&quot;&gt;BUT I&apos;M WITHOUT&amp;nbsp;YOU. &amp;nbsp;i am gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 16:50:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>S.O.A.R.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, so orientation is FINALLY over!!!&amp;nbsp; I mean, it wasn&apos;t that bad, it makes everything come to reality, and there is a little excitment in between all the stress (atleast for all of us nursing majors!).&amp;nbsp; My group leader was pretty hot and seemed like a good person, so that was cool.&amp;nbsp; My biggest fear: THE BATHROOMS!! EWWW!!&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m bringing some tilex to spray on that shit.&amp;nbsp; HaHa.&amp;nbsp; No but seriously, i am going out to buy lots of cleaning products for my room, i will not allow dirty dorms to make he dirty. lol, ANYWAYS!&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s better than staying at home I suppose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, and coffee... definatly gonna be my best friend.&amp;nbsp; Screw that fact that i have low iron, and caffine lowers the iron absorption... I NEED MY COFFEE!!!&amp;nbsp; :-)&amp;nbsp; What did I learn (or come to realize even more) at S.O.A.R. ?&amp;nbsp; That it&apos;s going to be really competitive to get into the nursing program, so I am gonna have to work really really hard. But of course I will still have to party some so that all the stress does not get to me; just not too much!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2004 01:02:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I just want to say that &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Life Is&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO GOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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