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  <title>La Vie Boheme</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2004 03:31:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Matt broke up with me today.</title>
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  <description>To be honest, I don&apos;t care. At first I was upset, now I feel nothing towards it. Except the fact that there&apos;s (not even) two months of my life that I&apos;ve wasted.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2004 14:46:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Because I don&apos;t want to talk about my life.</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2004 11:45:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Mimi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/S/singmearainbow/1065985163_ractermimi.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Mimi&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&apos;re Mimi Marquez.  You&apos;re 19, but you&apos;re old for&lt;br&gt;your age.  You&apos;ve got a lot of emotional&lt;br&gt;baggage, but you know how to have a good time.&lt;br&gt;You don&apos;t dwell on the past or worry about the&lt;br&gt;future; you live for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/singmearainbow/quizzes/Rent%20Character%20Quiz/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Rent Character Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/S/singmearainbow/1065984187_tercollins.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Collins&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&apos;re Tom Collins, a teacher and anarchist.  You&lt;br&gt;like to use your knowledge of technology to get&lt;br&gt;message across.  &quot;Actual Reality!  Act up!&lt;br&gt;Fight AIDS!&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/singmearainbow/quizzes/Rent%20Character%20Quiz/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Rent Character Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them both so much, but I really got Mimi. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my uncontrollable crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jackie Molli so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2004 00:13:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Just give me 2-4 weeks and I&apos;ll be normal again.. I hope.</title>
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  <description>Back on anti-depressants, this time it&apos;s Prozac. A low dose, because of my tendency to get hypomanic, which leads to being manic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sleeping today, as I have been a lot lately, and I heard this sound from my cell phone which I didn&apos;t recognize at first. I let it ring, then looked at it, and as it turns out, the sound was Adam&apos;s special ring. it&apos;s just been so long that I forgot what it sounded like. He had called me from his home. Then it said I had a new voicemail, and I heard a muffled message, but I couldn&apos;t even tell the tone of his voice, so I wasn&apos;t sure whether to call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did, I left a message on his cell phone saying, &quot;Adam, I got your message earlier, I&apos;m really glad you called. I hate not talking to you. I wasn&apos;t sure whether you called because you were mad or because you wanted to make up, so I wasn&apos;t going to risk it, but I have to risk it. Because I love you and you&apos;re worth it. Give me a call back, let me know how things are going.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me back and it was a mistake. He never called to begin with. I said, &quot;Oh. I&apos;m sorry I bothered you.&quot; And he didn&apos;t stop me from hanging up. He didn&apos;t say wait! How have you been? You sound down. He doesn&apos;t even care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&apos;t seem like anyone does. I almost don&apos;t want people to comment on this, because this is not me begging for someone to comment saying &quot;Oh Annie! I care!&quot; But I&apos;d like someone to honestly care. It would be nice. I want someone to hang out with before Friday so I don&apos;t go completely crazy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 01:39:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Coming out of hibernation? No, I don&apos;t think so.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve pretty much been in hibernation mode for the past few days, but today I had to get out of it so Matt could take me to the doctor&apos;s. It was scary, being an Ear, Nose and Throat doctor, and me being someone who has a phobia involving ears. I don&apos;t want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we saw Dodgeball and went to lunch at Remomo&apos;s. Then I came home and slept. I seem to be very good at that lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression seems to have worked to my advantage so far. Dad got me Angel season 3 on DVD, which I&apos;ve been watching all weekend (only three episodes left), and my grandparents sent a check for $30. I think I&apos;ll spend it on Firefly on DVD. God I&apos;m such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had therapy today. The end was horrible, it was just dad yelling at me for what a weak, pathetic, horrible person I am. We didn&apos;t say two words to each other on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, slept. Talked to Randi (always a good, I love that girl so much). Tried to make garlic bread but that didn&apos;t exactly pan out. Too much garlic. Tried to hold a conversation with Kathryn, but that didn&apos;t work either. I guess we&apos;ll never be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview with Hollywood Video. Monotone &quot;woo-hoo&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&apos;s going to Belmont for freshman orientation. I won&apos;t be able to see him or speak to him for three days. Which, you know, is just great. I hope he has fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori told me I need to get out of my bedroom for these next few days, until Friday (mom&apos;s wedding party). But honestly, what would I do? Where would I go? If I had a car and money I&apos;d do stuff by myself. Go to the park. Go to the movies, go to the theatre, maybe even spend a day at the zoo. Or go to the beach like Matt and I were supposed to do last weekend. But I don&apos;t have either of those things. The money thing could probably be taken care of, dad&apos;s usually willing to give me money, but I still don&apos;t have a car, and I don&apos;t have any friends right now either. I have Randi, but she&apos;s so far away, and, also carless. I have Ben, but he doesn&apos;t like &quot;mopey Annie&quot; and doesn&apos;t seem to be willing to be there for me when I&apos;m like this. I have Jackie and Shanel, but they&apos;re far away, carless. No one else has really expressed an interest in hanging out, and there&apos;s no way I&apos;m bothering Jenni. Well, I might have spoken too soon. I might call her later in the week, see if we can have a girls&apos; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied about the &quot;later this week&quot; part. I just called her. Of course I got the cheerful answering machine. I didn&apos;t leave a message though, I&apos;ve left sooo many messages that don&apos;t get returned. I know she&apos;s going through something but I wish every now and then she&apos;d let me know she still wants me around. We haven&apos;t spoken since before school let out. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry turned out to be a lot longer than I had anticipated. I&apos;ll sign off here.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2004 04:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Why is it that everyone who seems to be here for me right now lives at least a half an hour away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it&apos;s with someone so close.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2004 02:50:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Things suck</title>
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  <description>Which is why I haven&apos;t posted much lately. No one wants to hear me complain about my shitty days, how much I hate school, or how lately it seems that all I can do is sleep. I skipped my last day of school, to sleep. Got a few phone calls, from Matt on his break, Dad telling me to wake up, that fat little Indian psychiatrist who&apos;s a resident under Dr. Grados and my mom, at 2, asking me if I was taking a nap. I told her I was, I really hadn&apos;t even gotten out of bed. My doctors are thinking of putting me back on antidepressants, and Dad agrees with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I got out of bed at 3:45, and thought &quot;Oh good, Matt will be off of work soon.&quot; I talked to Ryan online, which was nice, and then Matt and I went out to the Olive Garden, then we watched 50 First Dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate feeling this way.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2004 16:55:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bahh</title>
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  <description>I feel like shit. I hate being sick. I really hope Matt doesn&apos;t have mono, he&apos;s getting tested for it today. Dad&apos;s being a complete asshole. It&apos;s like I can&apos;t be in a bad mood without it having to do directly to my medication. He&apos;s trying to get me back on anti-depressants, which is stupid, I don&apos;t feel depressed. I just felt like shit yesterday (as I do today) and wanted to sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At maybe 10:30 last night the awesome Matt came to my house with salad, bread sticks (mmmm) and pasta from the Olive Garden. He&apos;s awesome, it was great to just see him. I really love him and want him to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah if anyone knows why it says I&apos;m a part of the u_make_lj_suck community, but I can&apos;t post in it, let me know. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god here comes April, a girl from my journalism class who&apos;s annoying as hell and probably reading this over my shoulder right now. Gahh. Some people are just too cheerful for my taste.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2004 04:42:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This doesn&apos;t surprise me at all.</title>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;250&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; bordercolor=&quot;black&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;black&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:white; font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt;fuckingnapoleon&apos;s LJ stalker is stargarbage!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;stargarbage is stalking you because they heard you are awesome in bed, and they want to find out. They are also stalking the rest of your friends list!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method=&quot;POST&quot; action=&quot;http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php&quot;&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name=&quot;uname&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php&quot;&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.go-quiz.com&quot;&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanel, when are we gonna have another late-night AIM conversation? I want more cyber bdsm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome. Jim, you kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Leah. I&apos;m not even going to talk about that, all I&apos;ll say is... it didn&apos;t go well. But whatever, I still had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, I love you so much. Feel better soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 21:40:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Some lovely advice I got from my son.</title>
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  <description>These were his exact words, I laughed so hard I had to write them down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Have a good summer. &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t do unprotected sex. &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t do drugs. &lt;br /&gt;Make good choices.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;--Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as I was walking out for my early dismissal, I saw Mr. Burrows and said, &quot;Have a good weekend, James!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Leah still hasn&apos;t talked to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 16:35:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sometimes you just want to rip off someone&apos;s face</title>
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  <description>So I recently realized that I&apos;ve hit a rough patch. It sucks, I&apos;m not happy, I&apos;ve been in a pretty bad mood, but I know it won&apos;t last forever. Until things get resolved with Matt and Adam and Leah and I can hang out with my friends, I probably won&apos;t be talkative giggly Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up last night until 2:30, first watching Buffy (Matt got me Season 6 on DVD, yay!), and then I went online. I tried to talk to Megan, but she was busy talking to a friend, so I talked to E instead. I never realized before him just how funny suicide could be. He&apos;s hilarious, he made me laugh like I hadn&apos;t laughed since.... a few hours earlier when I read something Joe wrote about fat people in his Xanga. Stand up comedians can make even suicide hilarious. But anyway, it was great talking to E. I&apos;d really love to hang out with him and Megqan sometime, I&apos;d like to see Joey and Laurel&apos;s play with them, possibly. I just have to say, they&apos;re a very hot couple. Probably rivaling Joe and David for the hottest couple I know award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to talk to Christyna. Mrs. Stewart said she was really upset and crying earlier today, so I&apos;ll give her a call later and see if she wants to do something this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I felt better after psychology this morning when Psycho gave me a Tarot card reading while we were playing Jeopardy review. It basically told me not to worry, things will be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little worse when I went into ECD and we had that nosy black woman with the ludicrously big ass and hips as our substitute. We&apos;ve had her before, I can&apos;t stand her. I tried to skip that class but the computers weren&apos;t working, and what&apos;s the point of skipping class without livejournal? I hate that class so much because we don&apos;t do anything, so the girls mostly just talk, but there&apos;s no one for me to talk to. I sit across from Christine Buschler and Lauren Derby, two complete bitches. I tried to like them, especially since Christine is a friend of Jenni&apos;s. She ignored me through most of the year, but I thought after Jenni formally introduced us she&apos;d be nicer. And in all fairness to Christine, she was never actually mean. She just totally ignores me. I&apos;ll try to start a conversation with the two of them, they&apos;ll give me two seconds worth of attention, then go back to each other. Arg, it&apos;s so rude! I know for a fact that neither of them has ever asked me how I am, even when I&apos;ve gone to class on the verge of tears, when I ask them how they are all the time. I hate people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate that Leah isn&apos;t accepting my apology. But once again, if she wants to throw away our friendship over something so stupid, which I apologized for, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I can&apos;t pretend not to care, because I care too much. I love her and Adam too much and I don&apos;t want to lose what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I think Matt has mono. I really hope he doesn&apos;t. I want to know how he&apos;s doing but I can&apos;t call because I don&apos;t want to wake him up. I hope he feels better.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 01:46:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>today has not been a good day.</title>
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  <description>It is said that you should live each moment as your last. If this is my last day on earth, I&apos;m gonna be pretty fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They day started ok, in drama Mrs. Stewart and Tyna and I wrote in Shaheen&apos;s journal since he put all this shit about Christyna in there. I ended up looking at my friend&apos;s page and saw that one of Matt&apos;s friend&apos;s wrote something in there. In short, it wasn&apos;t a bad thing to say, if s/he had said it to him privately. It was just very immature and rude to put it where I could see it, when this person knows I read Matt&apos;s journal. A few people stuck up for me, I stuck up for myself, but I was still in a bad mood for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cafe Bagel after school, which was fine. Got a bagel, talked to Randi a little but she wasn&apos;t very talkative, on the phone or online later. The last thing I need is for her to be mad at me too. Leah&apos;s still pissed. Ok, I know it was fucked up to make out with Matt in front of her and Adam, but to hold a grudge about it for a week, even after I&apos;ve apologized? It&apos;s a little ridiculous. Jenni and I have made our peace. We had a really intense talk today, but what it was about is between us completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Cafe Bagel Matt drove me home and we cuddled for a little while. It was sad though, he&apos;s so sick looking at him made me want to cry. I told him not to call me later tonight (which would be about now), but now I really want to talk to him. He said he would talk to this particular person who was saying shit about us on livejournal, and I&apos;m really scared that s/he will convince Matt to break up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God today sucked. I haven&apos;t had a day this bad since before I broke up with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Ryan. I&apos;ve actually had the desire to speak with him again. I&apos;d never call him, I&apos;d never be the one to get in touch, but I&apos;d like him to get in touch with me. I want to know how he&apos;s doing. I want to know how he and Stephanie are, oddly. I want him to be happy. I don&apos;t really have any bitter feelings towards him anymore, I just want to know that he&apos;s happy, even though I know he might never be. Still, I wish he&apos;d get online or something. Oh well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had all my CDs back. I need my Ani Difranco Dilate CD hardcore. What a shitty day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 17:50:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This made me smile.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://bluepyramid.org/ia/canada.gif&quot;&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Georgia Ref, Verdana, Eurostile, Tahoma, Arial&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;You&apos;re Canada!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;People make fun of you a lot, but they&apos;re stupid because you&apos;ve &lt;br /&gt;  got a much better life than they do. &amp;nbsp;In fact, they&apos;re probably just jealous. &lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not &lt;br /&gt;  dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and &lt;br /&gt;  others. &amp;nbsp;If it weren&apos;t for your weird affection for ice hockey, you&apos;d be &lt;br /&gt;  the perfect person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Take&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;a href=&quot;http://bluepyramid.org/ia/cquiz.htm&quot;&gt;Country Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href=&quot;http://bluepyramid.org&quot;&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 16:04:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I really hate people sometimes</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not even gonna get into it. I don&apos;t want to start anything.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2004 20:22:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ugh.</title>
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  <description>Well, I guess no relationship is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s just being such an asshole right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, he&apos;s sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, where the fuck does he get off saying I don&apos;t care?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2004 00:24:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I like these.</title>
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  <description>1. What is your middle name? Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had been born the other sex, did your parents tell you what your name would have been? Andrew&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have children and if so, what are their names? No babies, only abortions. Haha... that&apos;s a joke. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were to ever have a child or more children, what would you name them? I like the names Portia, Indira and Lily. I haven&apos;t thought about boy names, because I wouldn&apos;t want a boy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Most people know their mother&apos;s maiden name, but do you know your grandmothers&apos; maiden names? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I used to pretend I had this huge family with 12 brothers and sisters and a zoo-like collection of pets.&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the name of your first pet? Buddy? Tommy the Toad. I cried so hard when my best friend put him in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the name of the first person you ever kissed? Mike, no last name. I wanted to cry it was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the name of the school you attended as a child? Carrolltowne Elementary&lt;br /&gt;10. What was/is the name of your English teacher(s) in high school? Sternhagen, some Metz, Kozora and Burrows.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you name your vehicles? What are the name(s)? If I had a car, I&apos;d name it Roberta/Clyde. Read &quot;Cruddy&quot; by Lynda Barry&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;x.A is for - Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;x.B is for - Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Matt King. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;x.C is for - Career in future: That&apos;s hard to say. I know I&apos;ll always do theatre but for my day job it&apos;ll probably be flabotomy or social work.&lt;br /&gt;x.D is for - Dad&apos;s name: Gary Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;x.E is for - Essential item to bring to a party: Hawaiian Punch. Because really, you never know when you&apos;ll need it.&lt;br /&gt;x.F is for - Favorite song at the moment: La Vie Boheme or I&apos;ll Cover You from Rent&lt;br /&gt;x.G is for - Guys or Girls: I can&apos;t have both? I want both. yes, I like both.&lt;br /&gt;x.H is for - Hometown: Eldersburg&lt;br /&gt;x.I is for - Instruments you play: The voice, does that count? Oh, and the penis. Don&apos;t ask.&lt;br /&gt;x.J is for - Job title: Lazy bum&lt;br /&gt;x.K is for - Kids: Only one, and a long, long time from now. I want a magic little girl named Indira who doesn&apos;t cry or puke or poop or do anything annoying&lt;br /&gt;x.L is for - Living arrangement: I live in my parent&apos;s basement. Jenni and I were supposed to get an apartment together after high school but it doesn&apos;t look like that&apos;s happening&lt;br /&gt;x.M is for - Mom&apos;s name: Connie Fitzgerald. She&apos;s so fuckin Irish.&lt;br /&gt;x.N is for - Number of people you&apos;ve slept with: Number of people I&apos;ve slept with--no idea. Sex- five.&lt;br /&gt;x.O is for - Overnight hospital stays: I think three or four.&lt;br /&gt;x.P is for - Phobia[s]:Peas, and a mild phobia of anything resembling human that isn&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;x.Q is for - Quizzes: I love online quizzes. I seek them out. I long for them. I pine for them. I-- ok, I&apos;ll stop ere.&lt;br /&gt;x.R is for - Relationship that lasted the longest: My relationship with Ryan lasted about 11 months, so almost a year, but that was a horrible relationship &lt;br /&gt;x.S is for - Sex: Last night?&lt;br /&gt;x.T is for - Time you wake up: 6:45 on weekdays, weekends around 10 or 11&lt;br /&gt;x.U is for - Unique trait(s): None, I am the least original person you will ever meet. You will not remember me when I leave the room. *shrugs* I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;x.V is for - V is very very EXTRA-ORDINARY!&lt;br /&gt;x.W is for - Worst habit: procrastination&lt;br /&gt;x.X is for - X-rays done: teeth, elbow&lt;br /&gt;x.Y is for - Yummy food you make: I don&apos;t, I want Joe to teach me to cook&lt;br /&gt;x.Z is for - Zodiac sign: Aquarius &lt;br /&gt;. a p p e a r a n c e .&lt;br /&gt;x.HEIGHT: 5&apos;5&lt;br /&gt;x.HAIR COLOR: brown. just brown.&lt;br /&gt;x.EYE COLOR: They change from blue to green to grey periodically.&lt;br /&gt;x.PIERCINGS: just the ears. &lt;br /&gt;x.TATTOOS: None now, I might get Kanji symbols on my wrist when I get older&lt;br /&gt;. r i g h t n o w .&lt;br /&gt;x.WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: I&apos;m not, I&apos;m wearing a dress&lt;br /&gt;x.WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: &quot;I&apos;m No Heroine&quot; by Ani Difranco&lt;br /&gt;x.WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: None, I want the taste of Hawaiian punch to be there&lt;br /&gt;x.WHAT&apos;S THE WEATHER LIKE?: Too f&apos;in hot&lt;br /&gt;x.HOW ARE YOU?: Bored, I have no one to talk to and I&apos;m scared to call Leah.&lt;br /&gt;. d o y o u . . .&lt;br /&gt;x.GET MOTION SICKNESS?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;x.HAVE A BAD HABIT?: Maybe cussing too much, or freaking out easily or losing my temper.&lt;br /&gt;x.GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS? I&apos;d say I do, most of the time&lt;br /&gt;x.LIKE TO DRIVE?: I still haven&apos;t &lt;br /&gt;. f a v o r i t e s .&lt;br /&gt;x.TV SHOW: Before Buffy and Angel were cancelled *CRIES* they were my favorites&lt;br /&gt;x.CONDITIONER: Finesse&lt;br /&gt;x.BOOK: I&apos;d like to read White Oleander again, but Cruddy will always take the cake. It&apos;s kind of a standard set for boyfriends. If they don&apos;t like it, they&apos;re gone.&lt;br /&gt;x.NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Hawaiian Punch, orange soda, sprite, livewire, fruit juice... I&apos;m a drink slut.&lt;br /&gt;x.ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Yueng-Ling, Merlot, Smirnoff Ice.. I like wine and beer. I hate hard liquor, I&apos;m a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;x.THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Hang out with people, my friends, Matt, Matt&apos;s friends (who are really cool)&lt;br /&gt;x.BAND OR GROUP: Right now probably Ben Folds Five or Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;. h a v e y o u . . .&lt;br /&gt;x.BROKEN THE LAW: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;x.RAN AWAY FROM HOME: Not really&lt;br /&gt;x.SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: All the time. My thing is more to sneak boys in.&lt;br /&gt;x.MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: Not since I was like twelve&lt;br /&gt;x.EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: Ewww... no, that just grosses me out too much.&lt;br /&gt;x.USED YOU PARENTS&apos; CREDIT CARD BEFORE: Yeah, I used to go onto amazon with Dad&apos;s credit card all the time&lt;br /&gt;x.SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: Yes, quite a few times&lt;br /&gt;x.FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: Yeah. lol&lt;br /&gt;x.BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: Yeah, Steel Magnolias, the Importance of Being Ernest&lt;br /&gt;x.LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: What kind of friend would I be if I said no?&lt;br /&gt;. l o v e .&lt;br /&gt;x.BOYFRIEND:Yes. I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;x.GIRLFRIEND: *sigh* I can&apos;t do the dating more than one person at a time thing. Not that I haven&apos;t had a boyfriend and a girlfriend before. Or a boyfriend and two girlfriends... I was bad.&lt;br /&gt;x.SEXUALITY: Bisexual&lt;br /&gt;x.CURRENT CRUSH: Let me stress how in love with Matt I am. I am so in love with Matt. I want him to be happy. I&apos;d do anything for him. However, I wish I could have an affair with Jackie over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;x.HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: Oh my god, getting over Jeff was hell. If it wasn&apos;t for Ani Difranco&apos;s Dilate CD, I don&apos;t know where I&apos;d be now.&lt;br /&gt;x.YOUR GREATEST REGRET: No regrets here, I don&apos;t believe in regret. But, to be honest, if I had to say anything, it would be staying with Ryan for so long,&lt;br /&gt;x.GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: Yeah, I went out with a girl I&apos;d never even met. We talked online and on the phone for an hour total, and a friend set us up.&lt;br /&gt;. r a n d o m .&lt;br /&gt;x.DO YOU HAVE A JOB: No, I&apos;m hoping to work at Hollywood Video&lt;br /&gt;x.YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: The Modest Mouse CD Matt got me for our month anniversary&lt;br /&gt;x.IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?: Electric purple, though I&apos;m not sure it exists.&lt;br /&gt;x.WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: Little things. When Adam and Leah and I act stupid together. When I see people from VA I haven&apos;t seen for a long time or when I can finally cuddle and talk face to face with Randi. Laughing with Ben. Everything with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;x.WHO MAKES YOU THE HAPPIEST?: Little things. Being able to find the tortellini I had boxed up a few hours ago makes me happy. But I can&apos;t find it. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;x.WHAT&apos;S THE NEXT CD YOU&apos;RE GONNA GET?: I might steal the Producers soundtrack from Ben&lt;br /&gt;x.TIME YOU CRIED?: One of those times matt was over and I got sad so I just cried in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;x.YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: When I was in the hospital in January Adam wrote me the most beautiful thing I&apos;ve ever gotten&lt;br /&gt;x.YOU GOT E-MAIL: I don&apos;t know, I haven&apos;t checked it for days though&lt;br /&gt;x.THING YOU PURCHASED: I don&apos;t buy a lot of stuff. My meals are taken care of by the men in my life (Dad and Matt), and dad gets pretty much everything else.&lt;br /&gt;x.TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED: No clue, probably the last episode of Angel&lt;br /&gt;x.MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATER: Harry Potter. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;. y o u r t h o u g h t s o n . . .&lt;br /&gt;x.ABORTION: Woo-hoo! Abortion party at my house. lol, I&apos;m very pro-choice&lt;br /&gt;x.TEENAGE SMOKING: Any smoking is gross&lt;br /&gt;x.GIRLS: Girls are cool, just not the fake ones. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;x.DREAMS: Can be nice.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2004 16:07:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*sigh*</title>
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  <description>Jenni still hasn&apos;t attempted to make things better with me. I&apos;m trying hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had therapy last night, which was nice, and then afterwards I went out with Matt and Joe and Mike, we went to Staples to meet Mike there (he didn&apos;t show) and then to La Fiesta to eat, (where Mike did show) even though I had just had potato skins at Bennigan&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my dad is a total asshole. When we were at dinner he takes out his cardiac report and shows it to me. I have no idea what it means, and he says, very seriously, that he has six months to a year left. And I ask him repeatedly if he&apos;s joking, and he just shakes his head and looks away. So by the time the server comes out to bring me my root beer, I&apos;m sobbing hysterically. Finally he told me he was kidding. He&apos;s in good health, he just needs to lose 10 pounds, the doctor recommended the South Beach Diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is in love with Dad&apos;s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came over again last night, it was great. Except in the morning, the first thing dad said to me was &quot;You know, it&apos;s really nice seeing condom wrappers on my daughter&apos;s floor.&quot; Damn. I&apos;ll have to yell at Matt. Perhaps I&apos;ll spank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Matt has officially tired me out. Six times in two days is a lot, and I pretty much slept like a rock all through second, third and most of fourth period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was totally worth it.</description>
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  <lj:music>modest mouse is in my head from last night.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">modest mouse is in my head from last night.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2004 16:25:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mmm</title>
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  <description>four times in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2004 20:07:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I just hung out with Benj and Derek</title>
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  <description>We went to Uno&apos;s and watched Donnie Darko, it was really cool, but it had to end because ben had to go to work at four. So I come home and I really wanted to talk to Jenni, to get together and maybe go to Cindy&apos;s and get some ice cream, or Barnes and Nobel, whatever, I don&apos;t care. I called her cell phone, I called her home phone, she&apos;s not there, or not answering. And this is really bothering me. I&apos;m making an honest effort to revive the awesome friendship we had, and she doesn&apos;t seem to really care either way. So whatever, I&apos;m pretty much leaving it in her hands.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2004 03:07:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Orgasms are good.</title>
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  <description>Matt is good. Orgasms with Matt are great. Today was a great day, started off a little rocky, but got better. I went to Chevy&apos;s with Matt for lunch and then we got him shoes. After that we went to Mike&apos;s house, and I met him and Mike came up with the idea for a Matt Got Laid musical. He&apos;s hilarious, I really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I got into a fight at Mike&apos;s house, he said something incredibly hurtful and wrong, so I didn&apos;t talk to him, but we made up, and he did end up making it up to me. We wanted to watch Big Fish on his couch, but I wasn&apos;t in the state of mind to watch it. I was just overwhelmed with the feeling that I had to be cuddling with him, had to be close to him. I love him so much. That&apos;s all for now, I&apos;m going to talk on AIM</description>
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  <lj:music>Matt Got Laid- the musical</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Matt Got Laid- the musical</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2004 17:27:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FUCK!</title>
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  <description>I hate lj sometimes, it just ereased a really long entry about being pissed off at my friends and my friends being pissed off at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have a fun girly sleepover with Jenni today, but she cancelled at the last minute (surprise, surprise). I know it&apos;s not her fault, her grandmother&apos;s getting married today and all, but it still bothers me that every time we&apos;ve made plans over the past month or longer, she&apos;s cancelled, even when it was just to go out and get breakfast together. I think I&apos;m just gonna give up, stop trying. She&apos;ll actually make the effort when she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other news, Matt met Adam and Leah last night. It went well, they liked him a lot, we had a good dinner, but by the time we were ready to see Harry Potter they were pissed at us for making out constantly, and I really hated the movie. I do feel bad for making out with Matt so much, but it&apos;s like we&apos;re still in that stage of our relationship where we really can&apos;t keep our hands off each other. I&apos;m going to apologize to them in a few days, I&apos;m not sure when though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed today because none of my friends can do anything. Jenni&apos;s got the wedding, Adam and Leah are pissed at me, Carisa doesn&apos;t have a car, Randi lives too far away and has plans with Jefe/Alex anyway, Ben has to work, Derek has a date... you get the point. It seems like the only person who likes hanging out with me anymore is Matt, and as much as I love being with him, I kinda hate that. I hate being the girl who only hangs out with her boyfriend, but it seems I&apos;m like that by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, he came over last night at maybe 12:30. We had a great time just kissing and cuddling, and, you know, the other stuff besides just kissing and cuddling. It was great. I love him and I love Julio.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2004 18:31:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;ve been thinking</title>
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  <description>And I think I&apos;m bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this will come as a shock to, well... anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to talk to someone about it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2004 01:52:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Things are looking up</title>
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  <description>I was really bitchy all day today, and on the car ride to Owings Mills, but once we got into Planned Parenthood and I got my Plan B, I was ok. The woman there was really nice, and I got some information about it, and a bumper sticker that says &quot;Pro-Child Pro-Family Pro-Choice&quot;. It only cost $30 and Matt was awesome and paid. We went to some pizza afterwards and then went back to my house and hung out. Julio talked to us for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Alison&apos;s 8th grade graduation tonight (ridiculous idea). But I&apos;m not going into that. I also went to Matt&apos;s graduation yesterday, which, despite the actual graduation itself, which made me want to shoot myself in the foot, was fun. I hung out with Katie and Daniel while Matt was busy graduating, and they&apos;re awesome. We all went out to Longhorn afterwards, I ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going really well. I owe so much to my friends, the people I love, even the ones I haven&apos;t seen in a long time. You know who you are.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2004 01:56:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I feel bad</title>
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  <description>Like, incredibly sad and alone. I want this to be over. I want to go to the clinic, take the pills, feel better, be relieved of this. I don&apos;t want to talk about it now though. Maybe not ever, on this. But I feel incredibly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this isn&apos;t as serious as I&apos;m making it out to be. And I&apos;m not getting an abortion, it&apos;s not that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2004 06:11:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>He just left...</title>
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  <description>And some things are better left unsaid, even in livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.</description>
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