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  <updated>2007-02-10T21:31:30Z</updated>
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    <title>006</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T21:31:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T21:31:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sitting here in my brother's apartment, writing this. I feel cold all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces are running all over the place and screeching and my brother keeps stepping outside for cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is giving me a hard time. I want to tell her I don't smoke weed. Because I don't smoke weed. And I don't think she knows that, or believes it. I'm not allowed to go out anymore because she is afraid. I can't hang out with Kassi tonight because of that. I'm pretty sure Kassi would cry if anyone offered her drugs. But my mom doesn't believe that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom, I know that you're reading this right now. 9wangwa49g4a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a frigging urine test. Seriously. I don't&lt;br /&gt;smoke&lt;br /&gt;weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home. I hate visiting my nieces sometimes. They cry and hit eachother and my brother yells, and I hate to see my brother yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassi's playing mario party right now, and I don't want to call her because she will start getting angry at me for calling her every half hour. Sorry, Kass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. I want to go home home home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish making my DNA replica for Biology. I think I'll do that in the car on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go ice skating tomorrow 39nwfaw9gmn4aa;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grace_nafrica:2271</id>
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    <title>005</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T22:50:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T22:50:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had field hockey off-season conditioning this afternoon. I just got home, and I have to leave soon to go to play practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to do my Global essay last night and it was due today, so I have to scurry to do it tonight and still get 10 points off. I'm such a tool. I should have just done it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all of my friends? They are all out somewhere or doing homework. I need them here, to talk to me. I'm so lame tonight and my eyes hurt ajwg;lw';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.horacek.com.au/images/bookdrut.gif"&gt;</content>
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    <title>004</title>
    <published>2007-01-30T21:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T21:37:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I took a short nap before I wrote this, so I'm a little drowzy and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave for play rehearsal in approximately 1 hour and 16 minutes. I hope that I am able to talk to someone before then. As of right now, I'm pretty lonely. I've been so tired all day. Not physically tired. Emotionally tired. I don't really know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a party, but I have no excuse/reason to have one. My birthday isn't until November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just want to have a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want a boyfriend. At least for Valentine's day. Valentine's day will be so lame when i'm sitting at home watching American Idol with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, I still can't figure out what I want. I'm so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GullibleAllie26 (4:33:09 PM): i thought you liked him.....ahaha</content>
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    <title>003</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T23:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T23:06:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just cleaned my room. I can actually see my floor now that its not hidden in clothes and field hockey equipment. I like my floor, its all wood and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ag49naw0k4wa I really want to know why he's so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Extreme Makeover and this lady just got over breast cancer and she's getting all this surgery to make her pretty. You'd think that after going through a life-altering experience like cancer, that you'd stop being so superficial. I fucking hate America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to feed Courtney a cupcake right now. Mhmm. Dayuuum.</content>
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    <title>002</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T20:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T20:10:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got home from school and here I am, already writing in this piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my cats are sleeping on my bed and they look so coooooozy and I think I'll join them when I'm done with this. I walked Kelsey out to the bus today and it was cold as balls outside. I still feel chilled to the bone. Where's my tea at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My math teacher called my mom today to tell her I have problems controlling myself. Fuck that, I have a 98 average in that class. Like I give a flying fuck whether or not I know how to behave. I obviously know how to; that's the only class where it's been a problem. Laaaame, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I can write about.</content>
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    <title>001</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T01:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T01:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been a very bored Grace lately, so I decided to make a livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone with Kassi right now and I'm talking to Andrew on the intaaahnet. I woke up at Kassi's house this morning. Next to Kelsey Shay HM YEAH. And I had field hockey and our team won all three games, and I scored a goal when I was in as forward :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wish I was happppppy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;3awfwa09mjgaw Anyway, its because&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know what I want anymore. I've been thinking about it, and I'm thinking about a million different people at once and its starting to eat my entire brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a million different people. Three. Three boys. I keep trying to hide it but I guess I'm not going to anymore. I just want to give up on it altogether and start fresh. Sometimes I wish I didn't have feelings so I didn't have to express them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I'm so like, daring and shameless or whatever. But when it comes to stuff like this, I'm like a four year old. I have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm DEFINATELY not wanting to go to school tomorrow. For once. I feel like this weekend was nothing. It only lasted a few hours. My parents told me its supposed to snow, and I'm hoping they are right because I need to go to Goodwill with Kelsey to get funny outfits for her party on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came home from California last night. She's home for good, she and her fiancee moved back to Connecticut. I found out when I was at Kassi's party last night and I freaked out and shook Kassi's shoulders really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's downstairs with my grandparents and my entire family. I couldn't bear watching everyone eat, so I came upstairs to talk to Kassi and Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot my French textbook at school, so I have to go in early tomorrow so I can do my homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wish that my parents would turn up the fucking heat in the house because its cold as balls in here. Fuck.</content>
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