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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 21:31:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>006</title>
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  <description>I am sitting here in my brother&apos;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&apos;t smoke weed. Because I don&apos;t smoke weed. And I don&apos;t think she knows that, or believes it. I&apos;m not allowed to go out anymore because she is afraid. I can&apos;t hang out with Kassi tonight because of that. I&apos;m pretty sure Kassi would cry if anyone offered her drugs. But my mom doesn&apos;t believe that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom, I know that you&apos;re reading this right now. 9wangwa49g4a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a frigging urine test. Seriously. I don&apos;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&apos;s playing mario party right now, and I don&apos;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&apos;ll do that in the car on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t want to go ice skating tomorrow 39nwfaw9gmn4aa;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 22:50:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>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&apos;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&apos;m so lame tonight and my eyes hurt ajwg;lw&apos;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.horacek.com.au/images/bookdrut.gif&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 21:37:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>004</title>
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  <description>I took a short nap before I wrote this, so I&apos;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&apos;m pretty lonely. I&apos;ve been so tired all day. Not physically tired. Emotionally tired. I don&apos;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&apos;t until November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;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&apos;s day. Valentine&apos;s day will be so lame when i&apos;m sitting at home watching American Idol with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, I still can&apos;t figure out what I want. I&apos;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</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 23:06:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>003</title>
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  <description>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&apos;s so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching Extreme Makeover and this lady just got over breast cancer and she&apos;s getting all this surgery to make her pretty. You&apos;d think that after going through a life-altering experience like cancer, that you&apos;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.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 20:10:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>002</title>
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  <description>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&apos;ll join them when I&apos;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&apos;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&apos;s the only class where it&apos;s been a problem. Laaaame, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s really all I can write about.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 01:20:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been a very bored Grace lately, so I decided to make a livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m on the phone with Kassi right now and I&apos;m talking to Andrew on the intaaahnet. I woke up at Kassi&apos;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&apos;s why I wish I was happppppy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;3awfwa09mjgaw Anyway, its because&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think I know what I want anymore. I&apos;ve been thinking about it, and I&apos;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&apos;m not going to anymore. I just want to give up on it altogether and start fresh. Sometimes I wish I didn&apos;t have feelings so I didn&apos;t have to express them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I&apos;m so like, daring and shameless or whatever. But when it comes to stuff like this, I&apos;m like a four year old. I have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;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&apos;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&apos;s home for good, she and her fiancee moved back to Connecticut. I found out when I was at Kassi&apos;s party last night and I freaked out and shook Kassi&apos;s shoulders really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s downstairs with my grandparents and my entire family. I couldn&apos;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.</description>
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