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  <title>Emma's Journal</title>
  <subtitle>Learning to Move On--All over again</subtitle>
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    <name>Emma</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mspadfoot89:12477</id>
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    <title>Rediscovering LJ</title>
    <published>2007-10-04T14:25:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-04T14:28:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Right-o.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Emma and you may or may not remember me as a little, weird turnip who used to post a lot before falling off the face of the Earth. Well, I'm back. For a little bit, at least. Why, you might ask? Because my life has taken a turn for the worst and as usual, only MNFF and my online friends (ie. you) can help fix it. How? Just by being there and by distracting me from RL, which sucks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. That's pretty much it, except to say I MISSED YOU ALL TERRIBLY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles f-list* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emma</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mspadfoot89:12263</id>
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    <title>Is it just me or is everything beautiful and shining all of a sudden?</title>
    <published>2007-03-10T11:23:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-10T11:23:35Z</updated>
    <category term="offer of admission"/>
    <lj:music>Check on it</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I GOT IN! *screams and dances around hugging random people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I got in! I was accepted into the Business Management and Biology program also! I just got my offer of admission! *screams some more* I really didn't think it would all happen so fast. *happy!sigh*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is really incapable of thinking about anything else, but hopefully it'll clear up in a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mspadfoot89:11917</id>
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    <title>Rant on Society today</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T17:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T18:35:11Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Savin me, Savin me, Savin me, savin me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Please feel free to completely ignore what I'm about to write, as it's really a way of venting my feelings--which are extremely bitter at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather not go into details, but something happenned today that made me realize that a)no one is who they seem to be and b)people judge you in the worst of ways. I'm still angry at the mere thought of this. I mean, what right does this certain person in my class have to call me names? To label me? For you who know me--and everyone else who really knows me--I'm the quiet girl who seems a little bit separated from the world, the nice, naive girl with deep thoughts. And I was fine with this. I'd learned to deal with it. But then there were people who summarized that whole personality into "a pushover" or "just there". Truthfully these kind of thoughts about me were rare, but they were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one night, just one night I let loose and everybody's opinion on me changes. Funny thing is, all I did during this fateful party is dance and show a little more skin than I usually do. All of a sudden I'm a slut? Why must people be like this? Why is everyone so effing quick to judge? I mean it's either this or that--can't people see that we're not two-dimensional? That there might be more to us that what meets the eye? That the quiet, reserved girl can know how to have fun? That the person with the straight&amp;nbsp;A's can know how to dance better than the rest? I'm so seriously pissed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I've learned--painfully learned I might say--to not care about what others have to say, on the other hand, this person really hurt me. No one had &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;called me a slut before. Ever! And I really expected so much more from this guy. *dissapointed sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for ages, but I'm talking to a friend on the phone and she's slowly making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mspadfoot89:11600</id>
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    <title>I'm not dead ...</title>
    <published>2007-02-25T12:05:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-25T12:05:12Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>--</lj:music>
    <content type="html">... in case you were wondering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs around screaming and hugging random friends on f-list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SInce the last time I wrote on here, my life's been a mess. Problem after problem has come up, from school, to my computer crashing, to fights with parents, to new and potentially dangerous crushes&amp;nbsp;and so on and so forth.&amp;nbsp;I finally found two seconds to pop back in here, mostly because my dad finally got High-Speed Internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&amp;nbsp; Umm, there are so many things I have to say, a whole day wouldn't be enough to finish, so I just won't say anything. Suffice it to say, that I finished my first term with a 97% average, that all of my aplications to universities and colleges are finished and sent, and that my new crush is the annoying friend I've mentioned a couple of times before, and on whom my best friend also has a crush on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's all good. I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably pop back in more often now--I'll try to manage it somehow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggles and love,&lt;br /&gt;Emma.</content>
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    <title>A little bit of life.</title>
    <published>2007-01-07T17:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T17:42:59Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>BACK TO BASICS--Christina Aguilera</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So. We started school on thursday and we did absolutely nothing. Friday was cool as well, and it was nice to see all my friends again. I can say I had a good time. Inevitably though, all the troubles come back once school starts. I saw my crush--I had convinced myself I didn't like him anymore--and when I saw him my heart dropped to my toes. I can't throw thoughts of him away, it sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been also lookign at more Uni. applications and I'm having trouble deciding what I'd like to do in life. What do you guys see me as? Doctor, lawyer, architect, teacher, garbage-woman (lol)? I'm kinda confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Back to Basics! Finaally. Actually, I think Stripped was better, but this is pretty good too. Hehe. Love the song, "Slow down baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was rereading OotP. And no matter how many times I've read it, I'm still amazed by it. And this is not happening with HBP. All the different plot twists and little funny/cute/angering details tha we see in OotP either sem forced or they're just not there in HBP. At least, that's how I feel. I hope DH is better than HBP. It's actually really funny, but so far my favorite HP books are the "odd-numbered" ones: PS/SS, PoA and OotP. And I really haven't liked CoS, GoF and HBP. So I'm hoping Book&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;will be more like it's odd predecesors. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing this meme thing. Stolen from Rach. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN EM0TI0NS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. are you missing someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. are you happy?&lt;/strong&gt; pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. are you talking to anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. are you bored&lt;/strong&gt;? not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. are you german?&lt;/b&gt; Nuh uh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. are you irish?&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. are you french?&lt;/b&gt; Noo. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. are you italian?&lt;/b&gt; I currently live in I taly but no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. are your parents still married?&lt;/b&gt; Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. do you like someone right now? &lt;/strong&gt;UNfortunately yes. It's a hate/love thing. *le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN FAV0RITES:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. televison:&lt;/strong&gt; One Tree Hill, Friends, Lost, umm, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. flower:&lt;/strong&gt; Mimosa, red roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. color&lt;/strong&gt;: Red and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. sport:&lt;/strong&gt; Volleyball, basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. mall:&lt;/strong&gt; No preference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. band:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. animal:&lt;/strong&gt; Puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. state:&lt;/strong&gt; none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. hair color:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. phone color:&lt;/strong&gt; white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. car color:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm, my dad's is black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. hair style:&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty long--below shoulder-blades, no layers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. eye color:&lt;/strong&gt; hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. shoe size:&lt;/strong&gt; 6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. ring size:&lt;/strong&gt; No clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. skin color:&lt;/strong&gt; Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. available:&lt;/strong&gt; Who wants to know? (Yes, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. lefty/righty:&lt;/strong&gt; righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LIFE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. have you ever been in love?&lt;/b&gt; Not quite, but I used to think I was once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. do you believe in love?&lt;/strong&gt; I think I still do, apart from everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. why did your past relationships fail?&lt;/b&gt; The one? Yes, well, I'm single aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. have you ever been heartbroken?&lt;/b&gt; More than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/b&gt; I might have accidentally, from what others tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Have you ever fallen for one of your best friends?&lt;/b&gt; Once. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. are you afraid of commitment?&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely not.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. has someone ever kissed your hand?&lt;/b&gt; Wow, does that actually happen in real life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. have you ever had a secret admirer?&lt;/b&gt; Not officially. Like with the secret letters and stuff, not like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN THINGS - THIS 0R THAT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. love or lust:&lt;/b&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 hard liquor or beer:&lt;/b&gt; Beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. night or day:&lt;/b&gt; Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. one night stands or relationships:&lt;/b&gt; Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. television or internet:&lt;/b&gt; Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. pepsi or coke:&lt;/b&gt; Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. money or family: &lt;/strong&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. phone or in person:&lt;/strong&gt; in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. msn or myspace:&lt;/strong&gt; msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN HAVE Y0U EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. have you ever been caught sneaking out?&lt;/strong&gt; No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever done something you regret?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. have you ever gone skydiving?&lt;/strong&gt; No, but I'm planning to. Before I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;/strong&gt; Yess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurt?&lt;/strong&gt; OH yeahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. have you ever killed a man?&lt;/strong&gt; Is this a real question? Umm, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;/strong&gt; Once. It was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. kissed someone in the rain?&lt;/strong&gt; On my "To do" list as well.</content>
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    <title>2006 Meme</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T18:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T18:08:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Stolen from Steph. Hehe. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed single for the whole year&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed someone new&lt;br /&gt;( ) made-out for the first time&lt;br /&gt;( ) made-out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;(x) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) fell in, and out of love&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked someone, but never told them&lt;br /&gt;(x) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a stalker &lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) went over the minutes on your cell phone &lt;br /&gt;( ) had a good&lt;br /&gt;(x) suffered through teenage heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;( ) came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten someone else pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten married&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a divorce&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated someone you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost your true love&lt;br /&gt;(x) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK/SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a job&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a promotion&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a pay raise&lt;br /&gt;( ) changed jobs&lt;br /&gt;(x) waited until one day before to begin a project&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) quit your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated your boss&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated your boss' daughter/son&lt;br /&gt;( ) got fired from your job&lt;br /&gt;(x) took an honors/advanced class&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke the dress code *grins*&lt;br /&gt;(x) gave the finger to some one in class &lt;br /&gt;( ) sent to the principles office for misbehavior&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got straight A's&lt;br /&gt;( ) met one teacher you really like &lt;br /&gt;(x) met one/a few teacher(s) you really hated&lt;br /&gt;( ) failed a class&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten detention more than once&lt;br /&gt;(x) cut class&lt;br /&gt;( ) got in trouble for talking&lt;br /&gt;(x) kicked someone in the balls&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x) been late to class on purpose&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a fight with a classmate &lt;br /&gt;(x) did something you were proud of&lt;br /&gt;( ) discovered a new talent&lt;br /&gt;( ) gave the teachers a reason to teach&lt;br /&gt;(x) proved yourself an idiot&lt;br /&gt;(x) embarrassed yourself in front of the class&lt;br /&gt;() screamed out "penis" in class to see who can say it&lt;br /&gt;loudest (I did that in 2003)&lt;br /&gt;( ) fell in love with a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(x) intentionally tripped someone at school&lt;br /&gt;( ) got lead in the school play&lt;br /&gt;(x) were involved in something you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;(x) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;(x) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen a live concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch/ American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;(x) posted a blog on MySpace&lt;br /&gt;(x) listened to music you couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;(x) double-dipped&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(x) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;( ) went camping&lt;br /&gt;( ) first time driving&lt;br /&gt;( ) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;(x) flirted shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;(x) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;(x) volunteered to help out others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, but could have been better. Ah well.</content>
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    <title>Happy New Year!</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T18:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T18:35:05Z</updated>
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    <category term="new year"/>
    <content type="html">So I've been sick. Which is why I haven't posted the last couple of days. I'm better now--thank God--but I was almost afraid of satrting 2007 on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, firstly:&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#33cccc" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="My New Year's Eve and Day"&gt;So then. Yesterday me and my mom and dad went to this restaurant to welcome the New Year. It's sort of a tradition. The music was nice and the food was good, but I didn't really enjoy it much, because my dad doesn't like me dancing. So I just sat there eating and drinking (non-alcoholic drinks, I might add, although I really felt like having a beer) but I guess I still had a good time. The fireworks were great, although I do hate the noise they make, but best of all I saw this old friend of mine! I hadn't seen him since grade 5 and I used to have a little crush on him. Hehe. I didn't get a chance to talk to him, though, because he left like a minute after I first saw him. Oh well. So that was my day/night. We got home at like 3:00am and I woke up today at 11:30 am. Then we had some friends of my parents' over and I was nearly bored to death. They're nice and everything, but I was the only kid there. Grrrrr... Tomorrow, we're going on a road trip and the day after that I'm going out with my friends ... I think. Than school starts and I'll have to worry about marks and University applications and all that crap. Blargh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Now, I think I'll do that Year in Review thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, it goes something like this. I started it off on a bad note, feeling pessimistic and hating the year to come. It really wasn't as bad as I expected. During the year, I can proudly say that I matured and that I took better care of my responsibilities. And now at its end, I find that I am better prepared for the future and although I'm very scared at the prospect of facing life on my own, I think that I can handle it if I just buckle down and try my best. Of course, there were many, many times when I felt lost and alone, and I know those days aren't over, but at least this year has proved that I am not alone. I have my family, my friends, and you guys! *huggles* I have been dissapointed by many, many people this year, most of them unexpected. I have had people who were really close to me do something hurtful, and although it still hurts sometimes, I have the pleasure of knowing that I've made it through. Dissapointments in love were vast and I start of t2007 by trying to beathe, without guys, just me. By myself. I have loosened up a little, and that's a great thing and of course getting my braces off has helped quite a lot! I can't say it was a horrible year or a great one, but I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;learned a lot, and that's what counts. Whew! It feels good getting all of that off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;And now&amp;nbsp;for those resolutions--that are hadly ever kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1. Get better marks. Get better marks.Get better marks.Get better marks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;God knows, I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;2. Get into University! &lt;em&gt;Aaaaahhhhh. I don't even wanna go too deep in that one.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;3. Be more comfortable around people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;4. Be less trustful of other people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Yes. While once upon a time, I would have said, trust people more, I've been hurt way to many times now, and it's time I learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;5.Be healthy. &lt;em&gt;You know, exercise, eat healthy, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;6.LIVE LIFE! &lt;em&gt;I've got to stop worrying so much about things. It's not healthy, is what it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;There's probably more somewhere, and when I remember I shall edit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all my luverly friends, enjoy 2007 and may it bring peace and happiness to you all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Have a Very Merry Christmas!</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T10:16:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T18:36:48Z</updated>
    <category term="slian"/>
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    <lj:music>Jingle Bells--duh</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;y&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;h&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, personally, and it's 11:13 am where I am. It's a beautiful day. *le sigh* Sunny, not too cold--alas, there is no snow. I still have not gotten used to Christmas without snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles f-list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT for the sake of avoiding "double posts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000080"&gt;Happy&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Birthday&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Slian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a good one! It's so awsome to have both events on the same day. I'm guessing you celebrate Christmas, right? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Friends only" and other stuff</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T16:05:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T21:09:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So. I've decided to make my LJ &amp;quot;Friends Only&amp;quot;. I think I've watched way too many cop movies lately (Blue Murder, Waking the Dead, Without a Trace, etc) and am now afraid of stalkers. *shifty eyes* Actually, I just felt like it. So umm.. yeah.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Next. I just saw this article on Mugglenet that said that other titles registered for Book 7 were &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HP and the Heart of Ravenclaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HP and the Deathly Veil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. *clutches heart* *dies* I don't know &lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;this means, but I'm sure I love either one of these titles more that Deathly Hallows. I don't even know whether they were considered, but *siiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Birthday!!</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T15:51:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T15:51:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*hem hem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#339966"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;LAURA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffcc"&gt;!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a fun day, although from my experience, birthdays usually suck. We all love you, dear! *squishes*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mspadfoot89:9736</id>
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    <title>Once again</title>
    <published>2006-12-21T22:12:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-21T22:12:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Behind these hazel eyes--Fitting, no?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So. Today was the "End of Year" Ball. Actually I just came back from it. And good stuff went on and horrible stuff went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the good stuff. The ball itself was fun. They held it at this really nice hotel and the dancing floor was huge, which is what counts, after all. Then there was my dress, hair and make-up, which, if I may say so myself,&amp;nbsp;turned out wonderfully.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was saying how well I looked, which of course, please my ego immensly. lol. But yeah, I danced a lot, although the effing high heels were killing me and I didn't drink at all. I don't drink alcohol much. All in all, I had a good time. It's not every day you get to dress up and watch guys in tuxes. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it went wrong. My crush was obviously there, us being in the same school and all, and he was not alone. At first I thought she was just a friend, because he was so obviously staring at me, I didn't think any girl could have put up with it. And when I was dancing with a friend, and I mean &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;dancing, I thought he got a little annoyed because he left instantly. But nooo. I should have knowm really. No guy I ever set my eyes on is single. I should have gotten used to it by now, or learned somehow. Just as I was leaving, I saw her sitting on his lap and they were so obviously together. Honestly, it crushed me. My hopes were really high this time. I know I'll move on like I always do,&amp;nbsp; but it makes me wonder. Why do these thigns happen to me? And always the same? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go sleep it off now. I hate how a seemingly great evening could turn out like this. I feel like I shouldn't trust guys anymore. I mean, he was leading me on--I'm not someone who usually misreads signs. Why would he do that when he has a girlfriend already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokes f-list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mspadfoot89:9544</id>
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    <title>I just love Music Memes</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T16:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-17T18:52:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And since nothing else is going on in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarassing. (Same with the skipping of the past songs that were instrumental only.) &lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. &lt;br /&gt;(Looking it up on Google is CHEATING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Music Meme. I don't understand why these songs had to come up, but anywayyyy"&gt;1. If you're looking for me I'll be on the block w&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;ith my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever fall in love at the right time or place&lt;br /&gt;3. Get out my head and into the bed girl, cause you done know, plottin' out the fantasy, hey baby girl and it's you a the key&lt;br /&gt;4. Music make you lose control, music make you lose control (pretty easy)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;He was a boy, she was a girl can I make it any more obvious, he was a punk she did ballet, what more can I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. I can't get out of bed today, or get you off my mind, I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind&lt;br /&gt;7. Instrumental&amp;nbsp;(If anyone is curious though, it's "Walking in a Winter Wonderland")&lt;br /&gt;8. It's my life, my own words I guess, Have you ever loved someone so much you'd give an arm for...&lt;br /&gt;9. Run, running all the time, running to the future with you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;10. Ah, dirtyy, filthy, Christina, nasty, too dirty to clean my act up, if you ani't dirt you ain't here to partyyy (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;11. You think you're going nowhere when you're walking down the street, acting like you just don't care, when life can be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;12. Rock your body mik check one, two...&lt;br /&gt;13. Check it, he don't want you like I want you believe me boo I don' told you, he don't appreciate you, ma,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Frosty the snowman, was a jolly happy soul with a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Pump it, pump it louder, pump it louder, pump it louder, pump it louder, turn up the radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16. See this aint nuttin that you use to, out of the ordinary and usual you got to have the mind of state like I'm so great&lt;br /&gt;17. All the loneliness has always been a friend of mine, I'm leaving my life in your hands&lt;br /&gt;18. Rob the jewellery store and tell 'em make me a grill, had the whole top diamond and the bottom row's gold&lt;br /&gt;19. I am a mountain, I am a tall tree, ohh, I am a swift wind, sweeping the country&lt;br /&gt;20. You can change your life (if you wanna), you can change your clothes (if you wanna) (*hides*)&lt;br /&gt;21. Girl, you’re my angel, you’re my darling angel , closer than my peeps you are to me, baby&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;I'm 15 for a moment, caught in between 10 and 20 and I'm just dreaming, counting the ways to where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. He comes from a foreign place, an island far away, intruiges me with every move, till I'm breathless, I'm helpless, can't keep my cool (looove it)&lt;br /&gt;24. Mama, you gave life to me, turned a bay into a lady, and mama all Iyou had to offer was a promise of a lifetime of love&lt;br /&gt;25. Aww n**** do you know what this is, one shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;I couldn't tell you, why she felt that way, she felt it every day, and I coulnd't help her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27. I don't need me a basketball player, all I need is somebody that's down for me&lt;br /&gt;28. I wanna be with you, gotta be with, gotta be with you (ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;29. I remember when it all first began, we were tight right from the start, it wasn't long before you cam on strong...&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life, I'm walking away... (Easy enough)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, that was fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to study fro chemistry and math test* Grrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday Dawnie!</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T15:22:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T15:22:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I know Dawnie isn't around much any more, but we all miss her. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#993366"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;DAWNIE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have an awesome day that you'll always remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Catching up</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T14:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T14:35:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Illegal--Shakira</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, it's been crazy these last couple of weeks. I haven't even had time to breathe, because all the teachers are piling homework on us before the break starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been around much and I miss all of you, and Mugglenet too, and everything in between. *le sigh* I've been trying to write my Christmas Challenge fic, but it's just not working, so I guess I'll just try another prompt. So umm yeahhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Christmas Ball"&gt;My ankle's feeling a little bit better, at least I can actually walk without wincing. Thing is though, that next week there's this Christmas Ball thing and I hope I'll be able to wear heels by then. I mean we're supposed to dress all fancy and crap, so you know. My mom is sewing me a dress--she's good at these kind of things--and I think I'll like it. The fabric is this deep, wine-red color and I think it's going to be strapless with a black ribbon at the waist, and short too. We'll see how it works out. Problem is, I have no one to go with. I guess it's just going to end up being a coupl of girl friends or something. Hopefully, my dad won't make too big of a fuss about me going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of things are good, mainly. I haven't had any big fights with people lately and my marks are on the rise, as they say, slowly, but surely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crush has been ignoring me up until yesterday, while today he was staring more than usual.I guess it all depends on his mood. God damn him and his deep, intriguing eyes! I need to find a way to talk to him or I might lose my mind. Grrrrrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm feeling good at least. Sort of content now that my sugar high is over and I'm all out of energy. I think I might have aced my Bio test, so that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I have to say for now. I &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;like to apologize for being such a lousy friend lately to you all, but life's so hard sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squishes f-list*</content>
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    <title>Spraind ankle--Ow!</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T17:34:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T17:34:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Infatuation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I never thought a sprained ankle could hurt so much! Well, that's what I get for playing volleyball without warming up or streching. *le sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad actually. I was walking around school, being heaved by two of my friends and everyone was looking at me. I mean, it's not that weird. Gaaahhh... My mom picked me up and I haven't moved from the couch since--until now, of course. So yeaahhh...This really sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is a bright side! Well, first, I have to say I've moved on from my former crush and now I like this other guy. Shallow? Maybe, but I mean the guy was taken. It was best that I move on. So this other guy, who I'm going to call by initial "E", is not like Prince Charming, but the other type--tall, dark handsome. And his eyes! *clutches heart and dies* The light up so effing brightly! *sigh* I've noticed he's been eyeing me lately and that's how I came to notice &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, actually.&amp;nbsp; We don't talk or anything and I really, really want to find a way to approach him. It's what I hate about me--people always tell me I'm unapproachable. How is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping over that, today, when I was happily hopping on one foot, my friends helping to drag me alone, he was passing by and he stopped, looked me over and he seemed a little worried. And my friends were joking about how they were going to call him over and ask him to carry me home. &lt;em&gt;I wish.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; So yeah, this is my sad little story of the day. I'll probably have to stay home for a while and I really don't want to. I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; school now.&amp;nbsp; *tries to dance and falls on the ground horribly*&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I'm sure this one has a girlfriend too. It's hard to find cute, avalible guys, especially when you're a senior. All the stupid guys seem to fall for the younger girls. Grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to get "Infatuation" out of mind--Christina Aguilera's song that is. Especially the part that goes, &lt;em&gt;"skin the color of cinnamon, his eyes light up and I melt within".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Honestly though, I love his eyes, so black and deep and they're really bright. And I love sparkly eyes. yes, I know, I need to get a grip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh, and I got 99% on my Philosphy test! I was so happy! I guess, hard work really does pay off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles f-list* Missed ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Nothing Much</title>
    <published>2006-11-26T16:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-26T16:34:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The unknown song stuck in my head...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just came back from the beach right now, even though it's November and it's supposed to be cold and everything, and I had a really good time. The weather was perfect, not hot enough to swim, but just imagine a big shining sun, a soft, salty breeze and me just standing there, toes in the water. *le sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was missing was someone to share it with. Of course, I was with my family but it's not the same. And the whole time this song was stuck in my head--&lt;em&gt;so confused, my heart's bruised, was I ever loved by you, out of reach, so far, I never had your heart&lt;/em&gt;...--because my dad was listening to it in the car. I don't even know who sings it. It's pretty though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so effing tired right now. But I don't have school tomorrow! Yey! Have to go shopping, though. And me and friends have these plans about eating out and all. I don't know how i'm going to fit all of that in my "agenda". *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to apologize for my lurkiness lately, and my non-posting-ness to comments. It's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokes f-list*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles f-list*</content>
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    <title>*hem hem* Booored....</title>
    <published>2006-11-23T14:26:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-23T14:26:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none--also weird</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, &lt;br /&gt;beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You&amp;nbsp;may&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;good&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;home &lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say so...</content>
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    <title>Hating parents ... well, my dad actually</title>
    <published>2006-11-22T15:00:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-22T15:00:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>We ride</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Finally. I finished all of my tests for this week. *growls* I completely screwed up math, I did something wrong on my chemistry quiz and I think I might have gotten full marks on philosophy. *le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible though. It might just be that time of the month, but still... Today before the philosphy test, I nearly had a breakdown. It wasn't helping that theat annoying guy "friend" of mine kept being such a pain in the ass. I swear, I have never been more mad at him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is of course this overnight trip that the seniors are taking and it's effing annoying because I can't go, because my stupid dad still thinks that I'm 12. Don't the words "teacher supervision" mean anything to him? So everyone is going, except me and I really, really , really wish I could go. I hate this. *tear* I mean, what is wrong with parents today. In, like, eight months time, I'm going to be living alone, and yet I can't even take a trip with my effing friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*punches pillow* Yes, I have a pillow next to my keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking forward to five days (including saturday and sunday), of aloneness because everyone will be gone. Grrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I can work on my Winter Tales' Challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to goooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you fore being patient with me while I ranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll just goa nd do homework. But I want a new layout first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leaves*</content>
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    <title>Meme</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T09:59:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T09:59:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In September I pushed &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ms_weasley' lj:user='ms_weasley' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ms-weasley.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ms-weasley.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ms_weasley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the mud &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-17 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In February I ate my brussel sprouts &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(1 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In November I put gum in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pandafan81' lj:user='pandafan81' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandafan81.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandafan81.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandafan81&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s hair &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-12 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In January I donated bone marrow to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fly_to_dawn' lj:user='fly_to_dawn' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fly-to-dawn.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fly-to-dawn.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fly_to_dawn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a life-saving procedure &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(300 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Sunday I put money in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_nina_myers24' lj:user='nina_myers24' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nina-myers24.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nina-myers24.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nina_myers24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s expired parking meter &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(14 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(286 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a shiny red ball&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;mspadfoot89&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's interesting. What do I want a red ball for? Meh. Sorry about the gum Mandy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sick. Loverly...</content>
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    <title>Sadness</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T15:02:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-15T15:02:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Behind these hazel eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It figures. The moment I think I have everything figured out--BOOM. It all goes to hell. The moment I start liking someone for real, and someone who is decent and well ... worthy--he just has to have a girlfriend! It can't be any other way. God, I feel so pathetic! *pout* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me to keep liking him and try to split him up from his gf, but that is sooo wrong. My friends are weird that way. It will be hard to get over him, though. *feels like slapping someone* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to watch MTV in a hopeless attempt to feel better*</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>And finally...</title>
    <published>2006-11-13T13:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-13T13:39:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Irreplacable</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First off, school was fine today, I got these really good marks in Geo and Bio and was sort of bouncy until now. Now (and it's getting to be very frequent), I'm falling asleep right here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I finally have a little time on my hands to write about this thing that I've been dying to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this guy... I don't really like using names, so let's just call him by his first letter--"I". For the first time I've seen him, like a couple of years back, and even then I thought he was really cute. Sort of like, Prince Charming. You know blond, blue eyes, normal height. *le sigh* But recently, I've started to really like him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny story actually, because I first realized I liked him through a dream. In this dream, I was with a cousin of mine and "I" was there, but he was criticising me and when he left my cousin was like "Don't worry about it," and I said "But I really like him!" When I woke up, I was like "Whaddayaknow?" And since then, I basically melt everytime I see him. His eyes are so effing deep! *pouts* I always see hima round the hallways and from what I've heard he's a decent guy with good marks. I don't actually even speak to him, cause we have no common classes and sadly none of my friends know him either. But yeaaahhh. I don't really want him to know, because then I'd have to deal with his reaction and I'm not very prepared for it. I'll just like him silently. *sniff* I'm sure it's just my imagination or maybe a coincidence, but I have seen him looking my way once or teice. *holds on to hopeful thoght*&amp;nbsp; Right, so I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Look--I can cut!"&gt;On another bright side, look I can make cuts! *huggles Rach for teaching her* Yeyyyyy.... *dances*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go and take a nice nap, before I start doing homework and studying Anthropology. What a life ....</content>
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    <title>LJ cuts--HELP!</title>
    <published>2006-11-11T10:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-11T10:51:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Love--Justin Timberlake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Will someone be a sweetie and help me with the lj-cuts, pleeeeaasee? Because I'm too lazy and time is limited, I really need one of you to help me figure out how make the cuts. It's to your benefit too, people. This way, you won't have to hear me rant endlessly on, and you can skip to the parts you like. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles f-list*</content>
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    <title>School, parties, drunkeness, guys, and whatever else I forgot</title>
    <published>2006-11-06T18:09:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-12T11:39:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hurt--Christina Aguilera</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gaahh, it's been too long! I haven't had time to breath, let alone do anything else! Hmm, so let's see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Very belated Halloween to all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up as nothing and went nowhere, but stayed home studying for major Biology test. School is suffocating me! This weekend I had to continue Bio-studying and I had a really big History project--and I take my projects seriously. But, up until today, last week was actually the best time I've had in a looong while! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dad was out of town and I took full advantage of it! That, and my mom's niceness. *huggles mom* Ummm, so where was I? Right, so Thursday was this school event thing and me and friends went, all dressed up and all, and then we ended up in this coffee shop and yey--this really cute guy in my school was there too and he kept staring. Not that I blame him, people only see me out of the school enviroment once in a blue moon. So yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Wierd Party Experience"&gt;Than on Friday one of my friends was having a party at this club and we all went. I straightened my hair and all that crap and the tank-top that I was wearing was ... different from what I usually wear. All these people are looking at me funnily, so I'm like whatever. I had an amazing time! It had been forever since I'd last danced and all my favorite songs were one--except for Check on it, but I can live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced with a couple of guy friends, but this one in particular was very "clingy" for want of a better word, and I could barely shake him off. And my feet hurt because I'm not used to wearing heels and the boots that I was wearing ... well... It was all good though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it went wrong. Everyone started drinking and in a matter of minutes were so effing drunk. No one was even thinking about dancing anymore, rather they were just doing other things on the dance floor. Only a couple of people, me, a guy friend, and another friend were sober. So I get to spend the rest of the night holding my best friend's hari while she threw up. And I got really worried, cause she's my best friend, you know? So then we sit on the bathroom floor and just stare at each other and then she throws up again. It was funny actually. Then some guys from one of our classes come in and they're all loud and obnoxious and they started yelling things like, "I told you not to drink" to my friend and I kept screaming "Go away" and my friend was practically crying. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one guy I sort of wanted to talk to was drunk as hell, and apart fromt he beginning had no idea I was even there. *le sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I go home, alone, cause there was no one to take me--thank God it close--and I can't even feel my feet and I'm in shock. There's no other word for it. I don't know why. Maybe it was just the fact that I'd never seen my friends acting like that, and it was scary. Once I get home, I crawl into bed with my clothes on, my makeup on, my teeth unbrshed, reeking of smoke, and I just cry. And it was so sad. Thank God, I had enough sense to take my boots off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, next morning, which was Saturday, I was looking back at the night and smiling and now I remember it with fondness. *shrug* So then, Staurday I sleep over at this friend's house and we talk and dance and we don't sleep much and then all day Sunday I had to finish studying Bio and finish my history project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bio test was so effing long! I couldn't finish it, and no one in our class, or any other class, could. But I think I might have gotten a really good mark on my project. *crosses fingers* Let's hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just want sleep so badly, I'm barely keeping my eyelids open, but I have a Physics Quiz on WEdnesday which I have to study for, so I'll have to go do that. *le BIG!sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep putting off talking about this guy I'm starting to like, but I can't help it! He always comes last and I'm always too tired to talk about him. Eh, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, I read your post about you leaving! We're gonna miss you! *huggles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Please exuse any spelling errors as I am barely keeping my head up. &lt;br /&gt;PS2. If you're still reading this, hats off to you!</content>
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    <title>Guys</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T13:51:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T13:51:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Old Simple Plan songs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The week is finally over and I'm happy to say it was much better than the last. I got a 90-something% on my chemistry test, and 100% on my computer project thingamajig. My first week without braces was good enough,so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need to get off of my chest though, is this thing that happened today. Ok, well there's this guy in my class and he's sort of a friend, but not really. The thing is he does the impossible to get on my nerves, and he usually does. Well, I try to not let him get to me. Actually, I sort of wish we could have a stronger friendship because he's really starting to grow up, but all he ever wants to do with me is joke around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, sometimes, unintentionally I'm sure, he sort of hurts my feelings with the things that he says. And unfortunately, today I think I hurt his feeligns, because he was trying to help me out with something, and we were sitting together, and I just replied with this really rude comment. I could tell he was taken aback, and he knows that usually no matter what he says, I'm always nice. I feel so horrible right now. Guilty. It would be so much nicer if we could both just get along and stop with all the childishness. *le sigh* I really don't want him to think badly of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially going to talk about this one other guy, but I'm too tired and I desperately need to sleep off my guilt. So yeah.</content>
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    <title>Happiness!</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T11:49:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T14:45:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I don't need a man--Pussycat Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ding dong, the braces are gone! *SQUUUUUUUEEEEEEEE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! So this is the thing. The moment they took them off, I was literally ready to cry. Don't ask me why, I'm weird that way. And I thought my teeth looked too big. Now I actually like them! Yeyyy! So yeah, they gave me this weird, plastic thing that I have to wear during the evening (for a couple of ours) and at night. La la la la la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr, I have so much homework. It sucks, man. And Philosophy... Remind me again why I took that class? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to work on my Gauntlet. I know what I want to write, I'm just having trouble writing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a BIG thank you to everyone who's supported me through my "week". You've all been such a great comfort! Especially Steph, Rach, and spottedcat. *huggles*</content>
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