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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2004 07:05:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>College</title>
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  <description>I got accepted to CMSU!!! I&apos;m really excited, but i don&apos;t have much else to say.... so that&apos;s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and congrats to Hannah for getting into William Woods and to Ashley for getting into Truman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t it exciting knowing that soon we are about to move onto something new?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kliner</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 14:58:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Justin&apos;s grandpa died friday, so it has been a very depressing weekend. I feel so bad for him, because when Justin was younger, his grandpa played a major role in his life. He really is upset about it and I feel like there really isn&apos;t anything that I can do about it. He doesn&apos;t want to talk much about it, but then he&apos;s still really sad. I don&apos;t know what I&apos;m suppose to do to help make him feel better. Anyway I just thought that I would write that because I just don&apos;t know what else to do. I guess I&apos;ll just do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kliner</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2004 23:47:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>good news?</title>
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  <description>so i just thought i would inform the what 3 people that actually read this, what&apos;s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so while on tour dairy queen scheduled me to work ooh 3 times, once while i was in washington, then in idaho i believe and then while i was in kansas. Not to mention that they had me working during homecoming and then again sunday morning. they called my dad and told them that tour must have been prolonged or something because i wasn&apos;t suppose to be gone that long.... whatever, why would a touring group just decide hey lets stay here longer, we don&apos;t care about your parents and you don&apos;t have a homecoming performance to do on a certain date, whatever. i swear i think those people are more stupid than the ones at baskin robbins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway so i&apos;ve been totally blowing of dairy queen and i&apos;m pretty sure that i&apos;ve been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to cici&apos;s, really had no intention to, but sean my old boss was there and when i walked in he had a great big smile on his face. you can probably guess where this is going. so i asked him that if a certain girl were to possibly move back to st. joe, could she possibly be re-employeed? he&apos;s like well did we like this girl? haha, i&apos;m like well duh, who didn&apos;t so yeah i definately start next week. and instead of 5.15 i&apos;ll be making 5.75 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and incase you haven&apos;t figured it out yet, i&apos;m going to move back to st. joe. driving 30 minutes to school, and 30 minutes home would definately be a total waste of time, not to mention gas. so yes i&apos;m coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really that&apos;s all i wanted to say, so now i&apos;m off to go back to osborn to party, lol because it&apos;s my friends 18th birthday! woo. well i&apos;m outtie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah if you read this call me or something if you don&apos;t have to work tomorrow morning, i&apos;m going to be in town and i wanted to ask you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kliner</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2004 05:49:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2004 05:27:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my love is........</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2004 04:53:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drink</title>
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  <description>i just couldn&apos;t resist anymore, i was this on hannah&apos;s and i just had to do it.... it does kinds sound like my kinda drink, well it&apos;s right about the crazy part anyway... and the umbrella adds a nice touch, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; bordercolor=&quot;black&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;4&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffcccc&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color:black; font-size:18pt;&quot;&gt;How to make a pinkpants182&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2004 17:53:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well i just came inside from tanning, and geez i&apos;m really hott and sweaty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i made it to the new g night performance yesterday, barely. they actually let me leave work at 4 instead of staying till 6. i&apos;m really glad because i had totally forgot how much new g actually meant to me. i was so happy to see hannah, jon, samantha, grant, and bradley :) i actually started crying during a few songs, and well that&apos;s really uncommon. i&apos;m  starting to get even more excited to go on tour now, i just wish i could be rooming with hannah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my cousin shane and his girlfriend jenna came into dairy queen to see me. that really made my day. when i was growing up i never really had any real older brothers or sisters so i always looked up to shane, and so now that i&apos;m growing up, we&apos;ve became alot closer. it just kinda makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the update on little mr. scotty too hotty, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t remember if i already said that we went fishing at lake viking :) but anyway we did and we layed in the hammock and we saw 3 shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a few days ago we went to mini golfing in st. joe, and then we pretty much just drove around and i showed him everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, well i should say night because everything is after we both get off work, we both work at DQ. anyway we went to hazels, then stopped by my moms so she could meet him then we went to see Dodge Ball and he payed :) it made me smile, then i took him back to cameron to his sisters house and he kissed me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we worked together yesterday morning, he&apos;s just too cute, anyway after i got back to town from the new g deal we hung out for a while, then he drove me home... lol but stay tuned for further updates :) well i&apos;m going to get shit together and get ready for work i go in at 3:30 and he gets there at 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kline</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 23:22:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tomorrow is our day!</title>
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  <description>well tomorrow hannah is coming out to the big town of osborn! yay, i&apos;m so excited! she hasn&apos;t been out here since... well i think it was the summer before our sophmore year maybe? sometime like that because jamie still lived in town and joni still lived in her old house. anyway i can&apos;t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep everything on a good note this time, i am currently talking to a new boy. :) we work together at Dairy Queen. everything pretty much started when we were complaining to each other about being hungry, so he asked me if i wanted to take my break with him. (well of course) so we kinda had a long break because we kept talking a such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pretty much continued talking the rest of our shit together and then well he got off about 2 hours before me so when he was leaving i made him a french vanilla moolatte, (lol they are pretty good) but then he handed me a piece of folded up paper, and i was like i don&apos;t want your trash and i was going to throw it away. he&apos;s like NO don&apos;t throw that away, so i unfolded it and it was his # and it said &quot;call me&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i thought that was too cute. well he&apos;s really cute. but yeah we&apos;ve been talking like every night, and the only reason we hang up is because we lose track of time cuz we&apos;ll talk till like 1 or 2. it&apos;s crazy how we seem to be hitting it off and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i think i&apos;m done i have to go finish up the last 2 loads of laundry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve done a shit load of cleaning today, for example....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cleaned my room (it was a disaster)&lt;br /&gt;2. did a shit load of dishes&lt;br /&gt;3. cleaned the living room&lt;br /&gt;4. cleaned the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;5. burned all the trash&lt;br /&gt;6. washed 6 loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;7. put ALL the laundry away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shit took me like forever to do! but now i&apos;m outtie like a bellybutton, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kline</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2004 03:10:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just got home from work</title>
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  <description>well today has been yet another uneventfull day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off by getting up around 8 or so, tellin the pops happy fathers day and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, wondering around the house because i get bored fast. watched some tv. then....... that&apos;s right, my mom starts texting me at like 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;where are you? are you alright?&quot; uh yes i&apos;m fine and i&apos;m at dads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she texts me back, &quot;are you not doing ng&apos;s anymore? and what about camp? are you going to camp?&quot; so i tell her you know, i don&apos;t have the money and such soooo then she starts saying well i&apos;ll pay for it if you still want to go... ((camp starts the 22nd)) so i tell her even if i wanted to go to camp i can&apos;t because i already have a full weeks schedule ahead of me at work. &quot;you don&apos;t have to go, they&apos;ll understand.&quot;   uhhh yeah ok, i&apos;m not sure where she&apos;s from but if i called into work after only being there for like 2 1/2 weeks and said i can&apos;t come to work at all this week because i WANT to go to camp, i think she&apos;d be just a little mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so then she says that it&apos;s &quot;my&quot; choice she guesses, she just doesn&apos;t want me &quot;fading&quot; away from god because i&apos;m too worried about money.... well i hate to tell the truth, but it&apos;s hurt fault i have to work my ass off for money because she cancelled my car insurance, she wants me to get new plates for the car which was mine in the first place, but because i don&apos;t live there anymore she made me pay her $300 for it, and well i&apos;m not rich i couldn&apos;t just pull that out of my ass. i had to buy a new clutch and have a new muffler put on which those together cost me $150. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH but that wasn&apos;t enough. since for my 15th birthday, along with my 17th she gave me a cell phone, she is now also making me pay for everything. isn&apos;t she just sweet. man i know this seems like a bunch of ranting and raving but this has all been on my mind and i just need to let it out. it&apos;s really causing me a lot of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after she finally stops texting me she decides to call me, as though she hadn&apos;t ruined my day enough already. she was mad that i wasn&apos;t going to come to st. joe and go to the movies with her and mark. well i&apos;m sorry but for starters it&apos;s fathers day so therefore i was going to spend today with my father AND i had to work. she could&apos;ve had her chance to see me on her birthday 4 days ago, but obviously she didn&apos;t want me there. i was going to go to town but i called the house and her cell and there was never and answer so i said screw it. it wasn&apos;t my fault i worked during the day so i couldn&apos;t call her till about 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so she calls me and wants to know why i hate her ((which i don&apos;t and never told her that i did)) and wants to know what she&apos;s suppose to do with all the stuff in my room.... uh ok, so is she like claiming not to have a daughter anymore? i mean when i didn&apos;t live with my dad he never cleaned out my room. and she knows damn well that i NEVER went to see him once i moved back from osborn. but you know whatever i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shit to hurry up and end this more fighting happend we both end up crying but of course you know hurt feelings are hurt way more than mine. She finally says i love you bye, and hung up the phone before i could even say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m tired of writing about this stupid shit so i&apos;m going to post something happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kline</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2004 20:04:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>looong time</title>
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  <description>wow its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well only time for the big stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t live with the mom anymore. usually it&apos;s alright, but i suppose i do miss her. sure i have a greater feeling of independence like i wanted, but i am still just a kid. i need the opportunity to try new things once in a while, take a few risks, without someone telling me &quot;no&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i&apos;ve already messed things up too badly to ever go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on mothers day i wanted to actually suprise her by buying her a gift and stopping by to spend some time with her. but what really happens? she&apos;s too busy for me. i guess that i deserved it for all that i&apos;ve hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just can&apos;t really stand to be around her though. she&apos;s always nagging, if it&apos;s not one thing then it&apos;s the other. it&apos;s almost as if i really wasn&apos;t good enough for her. yet she can&apos;t see why i was ever upset about anything. in her eyes everything she ever did was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here at my dad&apos;s i don&apos;t have the pressure to try so hard to be someone or something that i&apos;m not. he accepts me for me. i don&apos;t have to act any differently when i&apos;m around him. when i&apos;m around my mom i feel so much pressure that i&apos;ve have to be this perfect teenager, and well i know i&apos;m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just because i&apos;m not &quot;perfect&quot; doesn&apos;t mean that i don&apos;t have priorities. sure i like boys, and parties, and such. but that doesn&apos;t mean i&apos;m pregnant, an alcoholic, or a pot head. i&apos;ve never done drugs, and it&apos;s purely been by choice. i mean i&apos;m around people who do, i dated a guy who smoked weed, i mean my god my brother has been to rehab 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don&apos;t understand why my mom won&apos;t trust me to make the right choices for myself. it&apos;s almost as if she thinks i&apos;m totally incapable of taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts, i&apos;m going to go take a shower, then maybe i&apos;ll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kline</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2004 04:42:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Band v.s. Band</title>
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  <description>This was stolen from Hannah which I read was stolen from Ashley, and if it was stolen from anyone else, I&apos;m sorry i didn&apos;t mention your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band VS. Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte or Sum41:&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand New or Dashboard Confessional:&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendetta Red or CKY:&lt;br /&gt;Vendetta Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink-182 or Box Car Racer:&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day or Rancid:&lt;br /&gt;Green Day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of the Year or Coheed and Cambria:&lt;br /&gt;Story of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mest or Simple Plan:&lt;br /&gt;Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor Threat or H2O:&lt;br /&gt;um, I&apos;ve heard H2O is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Distortion or The Clash:&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor VS. Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp or Mel Gibson:&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom or Elijah Wood:&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Monoghan or Billy Boyd:&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher or Josh Hartnett:&lt;br /&gt;Josh Harnett baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon or Ben Affleck:&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress VS. Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff or Amanda Bynes:&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Bynes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Stiles or Kirsten Dunst:&lt;br /&gt;Julia Stiles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley or Natalie Portman:&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Dunst, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Aniston or Courtney Cox-Arquette:&lt;br /&gt;Courteney Cox Arquette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Diaz or Lucy Liu:&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Diaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Thurman or Drew Barrymore:&lt;br /&gt;None for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapper VS. Rapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris or Eminem:&lt;br /&gt;Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tupac or Biggie Smalls (aka Notorious BIG):&lt;br /&gt;Tupca, lol I was once told he was God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z or 50 Cent:&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outkast or B2K:&lt;br /&gt;Outkast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer VS. Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera or Britney Spears:&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce or Ashanti:&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch or Vanessa Carlton:&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fefe Dobson or Avril Lavigne &lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t like you Avril, but i don&apos;t know who fefe is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven Symone or Hilary Duff:&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay Aiken or Justin Timberlake:&lt;br /&gt;Clay Aiken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Show VS. TV Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 70&apos;s Show or Everwood:&lt;br /&gt;That 70&apos;s Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Heaven or Smallville:&lt;br /&gt;7th Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OC or One Tree Hill:&lt;br /&gt;wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Bam or Punk&apos;D:&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Bam, don&apos;t like Ashton much anymore since Demi came around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night Live or MadTV:&lt;br /&gt;dunno, never really watch them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie McGuire or That&apos;s So Raven:&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie McGuire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Osbournes or The Newlyweds:&lt;br /&gt;Osbores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real World or Road Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Real World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magzine VS. Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM or J-14:&lt;br /&gt;YM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen or CosmoGirl:&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bop or TigerBeat:&lt;br /&gt;dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Press or Guitar World:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal VS. Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or Cats:&lt;br /&gt;Dogs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish or Birds:&lt;br /&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insects or Spiders:&lt;br /&gt;um... lady bugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes or Turtles:&lt;br /&gt;turtles... gee gee gee, nice Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses or Llamas:&lt;br /&gt;Horses, have a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs or Cows:&lt;br /&gt;Cows, lol use to have a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food VS. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pie or Cake:&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips or Crackers:&lt;br /&gt;Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers or Hotdogs (Vegeburgers and Vegedogs for vegetarians!):&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy or Cookies:&lt;br /&gt;Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit or Veggies:&lt;br /&gt;Veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn or Nachos:&lt;br /&gt;Nachos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic VS. Electronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV or Computer:&lt;br /&gt;Either &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD or VCR:&lt;br /&gt;VCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio or CD Player:&lt;br /&gt;CD/ MP3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Camera or Camcorder:&lt;br /&gt;Digital camera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanner or Webcam:&lt;br /&gt;Webcam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink VS. Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pepper or Mr. Pibb:&lt;br /&gt;Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or Sierra Mist:&lt;br /&gt;Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola or Pepsi:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke or Regular Coke:&lt;br /&gt;Diet please, no carbs, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew Code Red or Mountain Dew Live Wire:&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew Code Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice or Apple Juice:&lt;br /&gt;Apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grape Juice or Cranberry Juice:&lt;br /&gt;Grape Juice, yuck i hate cranbery, i hope my pooper never gets clogged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid or Soda:&lt;br /&gt;um, probably soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport VS. Sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball or Basketball:&lt;br /&gt;baseball baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football or Soccer:&lt;br /&gt;football, i hate soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding or Skateboarding:&lt;br /&gt;Skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis or Swimming:&lt;br /&gt;swimming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random VS. Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold:&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb-tack or Safety Pin:&lt;br /&gt;Safty-Pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow or Rain:&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car or Airplane:&lt;br /&gt;Airplane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing or Instrument:&lt;br /&gt;Both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show or Movie:&lt;br /&gt;Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book or TV:&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snail Mail or Email:&lt;br /&gt;snail mail? what? apparently i&apos;m not kewl enough to get that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WalMart or Target:&lt;br /&gt;Target &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk or Prep:&lt;br /&gt;Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the Sport or Watch the Sport:&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-person or Phone:&lt;br /&gt;In person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Empty or Half Full:&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t have a damn glass! shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass or Cardboard:&lt;br /&gt;i do not kn ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks or Pebbles:&lt;br /&gt;rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy or Horror:&lt;br /&gt;Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color or Black and White:&lt;br /&gt;colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old or New:&lt;br /&gt;middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poop or Dookie:&lt;br /&gt;dookie? i prefer shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing or Tattoo:&lt;br /&gt;yes please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must ask: well kinda, i sorta wanna go to bed</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2003 17:09:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Self Updation, is that a word?</title>
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  <description>Welp, Hams I&apos;m doing this for you, and plus I&apos;m not doing anything else right now anyway. I don&apos;t think I&apos;ve written in this since um... yeah, since before school was out. Sooo let me fill you in on everything super fast, ok? Ready, here we GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysat 1 week with Hams, made $100 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad married his stupid girlfriend and my best friend ever from Osborn PROMISED he be there becase I was really upset, but he let me down-jackass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some boys at the Osborn carnival, well kinda reunited with one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Arkansas for 1 week on my mission trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Osborn lots to see Jacob/ the boy i reunited with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church camp for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home the 4th and went to my dads.... then went out with Jacob till bout 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I saw Josh, the boy i met at the carnival, he came by my house to see what i was up to. Then we got in the truck, and his couzin cody drove us to the races, lol we were in the trunk so we wouldn&apos;t have to pay, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night Josh asked me out, and i said no, i was stupid, because i kinda wasn&apos;t sure what was up with me and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then even later that night once those boys had to go home I went over to Travis&apos;s house cuz no one was home and i hung with Joe, Travis, Beemer, Tyler, and Dustin till bout 3 then Beemer took me home.... there was nooo way I could&apos;ve walked, hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day Josh came to town to see me for a while before i had to leave for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked everyday that week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Josh&apos;s house by myself Saturday, i kinda got lost, because the last time i was there i didn&apos;t go alone, so i didn&apos;t have to worry about reading signs and crap... so yeah got home from there about 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 3 New G performances Sunday right in a row, then some free food at Old Macdonalds farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I worked 7-close as well as tonight... woo now you&apos;ve been full y updated, well for the most part, heh. So now I&apos;m going to go take my mom&apos;s blank check and go to WalMart! lol.... and just for you Hams I&apos;m going to try to write in this everyday till tour, then once i&apos;m back from tour, we&apos;ll see what happens, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shmallory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah and Jon I added you to my friends list, hope you don&apos;t mind :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2003 02:50:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Survey</title>
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  <description>* #01 ) do you wash your pants inside out? : negative&lt;br /&gt;* #02 ) who&apos;s your favorite character on lizzie mcguire? : miranda&lt;br /&gt;* #03 ) do you think 50 cent is hot? : nope&lt;br /&gt;* #04 ) when it comes down to it.. christina or britney? : christina &lt;br /&gt;* #05 ) what are you wearing tomorrow? : nothing to whoopdy-do.. i&apos;m just babysitting&lt;br /&gt;* #06 ) when is your bf/gf/crush&apos;s birthday? : heh i dunno his birthday, but one of my other crushes is March 9th&lt;br /&gt;* #07 ) did you give them a card on their last bday? : no, but i went over to his house&lt;br /&gt;* #08 ) how are you today? : kinda have a head ache&lt;br /&gt;* #09 ) do you watch american idol? who do you want to win? : no, i think it&apos;s gay&lt;br /&gt;* #10 ) do you know any of those star trek freaks? : nuh uh&lt;br /&gt;* #11 ) do you know your best friend&apos;s family? : positive&lt;br /&gt;* #12 ) who&apos;s the first person you went to a concert with? : mi madre (Shania Twain) heh&lt;br /&gt;* #13 ) who&apos;s the last person you went to a concert with? : Um... when i saw Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;* #14 ) what&apos;s the last store you were in? : Baskin Robins ( my work )&lt;br /&gt;* #15 ) what was the last thing you bought? : 1 jr. scoop of perils of praline yummm!&lt;br /&gt;* #16 ) do you have a picture of yourself? : sure do&lt;br /&gt;* #17 ) do you have a picture of your bf/gf/crush? : heh yeppers&lt;br /&gt;* #18 ) ever said something to a crush, &amp;then thought it was stupid? : haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;* #19 ) what were you for halloween last year? : nothing... passed out candy and did hw&lt;br /&gt;* #20 ) what do you want to be this year? : haha a rock star :-d w/ my guitar&lt;br /&gt;* #21 ) do people comment on your clothes? : yeah they either like em, or hate em&lt;br /&gt;* #22 ) do your parents approve of your clothes? : sometimes ?&lt;br /&gt;* #23 ) do you care what your parents think? : haha yeah right&lt;br /&gt;* #24 ) what&apos;s one thing you wanted to tell a crush but never could? :well if it&apos;s a crush then i&apos;ve probably wanted to ask them out, but never had the balls&lt;br /&gt;* #25 ) why couldn&apos;t you? : ^^^ never had the balls&lt;br /&gt;* #26 ) what was the last grade you got on something in school? : haha um.. i dunno&lt;br /&gt;* #27 ) do you pay attention to the politics? : nopers&lt;br /&gt;* #28 ) when was the last time you got pissed off? why? : um... jamie, yeah he can be a dick&lt;br /&gt;* #29 ) what cheered you up? : talking to a pretty kewl kid :D&lt;br /&gt;* #30 ) do you like ricky martin? :rrrrright... NO&lt;br /&gt;* #31 ) how old do you think ozzy osbourne is? : 54?&lt;br /&gt;* #32 ) do you watch the osbournes? who&apos;s your favorite? : sometimes.... Ozzy, he cracks me up&lt;br /&gt;* #33 ) well that&apos;s it. say goodbye in a special way! : yo yo yo peace out home dawgs</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2003 15:50:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/T/thelumbymon/1045346425_zyquizpunk.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;I am punk music!!&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rock on, dude! You are Punk music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/thelumbymon/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20music%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;What type of music are you?&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;yeah buddy! damn straight</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2003 15:40:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038910988_stonerbear.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Stoner Bear&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stoner Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&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;haha that&apos;s some funny shiznit.....</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2003 14:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>School</title>
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  <description>welp it&apos;s friday once again... thank God. but yet i have to work, atleast it&apos;s only 4-7, then i&apos;m headin out to Osborn to see jamie :D.... heh dad&apos;s out of town and his girlfriend is working nights so i&apos;ll have the house all to myself....yeah buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i have to go home early because i have to be in the apple blossom parade, that freakin sucks... then i have to work that night till close... geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to present in Northups class next friday and i still have no freakin idea what i&apos;m going to say or do... but i do have clothes, i suppose that good. well i&apos;m going to go play cards now, then read my sparknotes for vanderpool, because i&apos;m suppose to have up to Chapter 4 read and yeah i&apos;m still on chapter 1 so, heh last night i printed off some spark notes.... well i&apos;m going now.... pizeace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxshmalloryxX</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2003 14:26:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FREE SCOOP NIGHT</title>
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  <description>WOOP WOOP... tonight is FREE SCOOP NIGHT at Baskin Robins from 6-10..... i&apos;d say come see me, but yeah heh i got out of working :D... i have an oral surgeon appointment but heh it&apos;s only going to last for like 20 minutes.... but holy cow i don&apos;t want to work cuz it&apos;s going to be busier than hell. and omg i&apos;m not closing after all those people make a huge ass mess.... not fun.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for Samantha, she just got to school and guess what.......... SHE GOT HER LICENSE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing fun really went on this week so far... just work... OOH i went tanning... but yeah i still look like i&apos;m albino, but at least i&apos;m not burnt. that would like um suck, yeah. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i&apos;m going to go play some cards so yeah HAVE A GREAT DAY YO....sorry i&apos;m in a good mood, but yet i don&apos;t know why :-/  pizeace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxshmalloryxX</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2003 14:54:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so here i am school once again. bored off my ass, waiting to go to another gay ass asymbly. GOD i hate those. we never have a fucking free aap anymore they just fill them up with other things that are point less in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now about my weekend......... yeah it sucked. I had to work friday night 7-close then again saturday morning 8-10 then i had to go back that night from 7-close and sunday 2-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday once i got home around 10ish i had to go garage saleing with my mom and then went home, took a shower to get all the shitty ice cream off of me, then talked to jamie on the phone for about like 5 minutes max then i had to get ready to go to hannahs house cuz we had to go babysit 1 year old twins. ooh but first i had to go fill up with gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways got to hannah&apos;s house, then drove her to where we were babysitting. the twins were asleep, but we wanted to wake them up heh, so we could play with them. we waited a while, but then we finally started like being loud outside their doors and then Caden woke up. he was sooo cute. so since he was up we decided to get Morgan up. she was a  little more skeptical. she cried at first cuz she was scared, but then i calmed her down. so everything was good for a while then it was diaper changing time! heh ooh man. so yeah hannah took morgan so i had to change caden. lol they did NOT want to lay still. I got caden&apos;s diaper off then he got up and ran over to the open window, then morgan did the same thing. needless to say, the wind blew in the window and yeah mad caden cold and he peed on the floor. so yeah that was interseting. then we mad some pizza and fed the kids along with a few raisins. then i had to go to work so ashley came to help hannah since i had to leave. that was pretty much the most excitement i got out of this whole weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday at church it was fun. we didn&apos;t have a sermon we sang the whole time and this week we had some rockin songs. it was tight. we sang the whole time because it was our praise team leaders last day. PLUS zach, brian, and nathan were all at church because they went to prom with mallory, caitlin, and bre the night before. we all go to church camp together. well shit i have to go to the assymbly now. but anyway zach smiled at me really big and we just kept laughing even though i was up on stage i didn&apos;t care about the rest of the congregation. it was so fun. because when all my friends are sitting down there it just makes it so fun because i don&apos;t have to worry about messing up i can just have fun and act goofy. it&apos;s great. if you don&apos;t know where i go to church i go to Wyatt Park Christian Church. you should come some time it&apos;s soo great. but yeah after church i ran outside really fast because they boys were getting ready to leave to go back home and i ran up and gave zach a great big hug...it was great... then when he got home he left me a message on aol saying that seeing me today rocked his world and it made him really happy :) that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah enough with the boring weekend crap. this whole jamie deal is really starting to like bother me. ok so he had this girl friend for like 2 years, even thought we&apos;ve me and him have known each other longer than that, yeah. anyways, they broke up and jamie and i started doing a lot more stuff together. things were going great for about a month. we talked like every night. i went out there on weekends, and was pretty much at his house the whole time. THEN last week his girl friend comes back around and like wants to get back with him. and jamie being the nice guy he is, is considering giving her another chance. even though he&apos;s semi racist he&apos;s willing to forgive her for fucking a black guy. yeah that really makes me sad and all. because i was really staring to like him. well actually i&apos;ve pretty much liked him since 7th grade and now things were just starting to happen. i don&apos;t understand why he&apos;s doing this. i just want to cry. but he&apos;s like too scared to tell me his true feeling for her now because he doesn&apos;t want to hurt me. but i&apos;d rather him just tell me the truth so i can know what&apos;s going on. so yeah i have nothing else nice to say so i should probably just say nothing at all. later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxshmalloryxX</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2003 22:05:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sooooooo HOT</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/P/pixiestixeep/1041702549_magepeirre.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;pierre&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pierre Bouvier from Simple Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/pixiestixeep/quizzes/Whos%20your%20pop-punk%20boyfriend%20or%20friend%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Whos your pop-punk boyfriend or friend?&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;heh YEAH BUDDY ! :d  ((for you who don&apos;t know that face, it&apos;s me licking my lips, heh hannah))</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2003 00:54:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>after school took Hannah and Zach to the mall with me, I bought some gauges for my ears :D ((which yeah totally pissed my mom off, but i decided it&apos;s not my job to try and please everyone, plus it is MY BODY)) anyways then Hannah and Zach filled out applications to work at that coffee place thing in the middle of the mall like out side FYE and Gadzooks. It would be pretty kewl, and well pretty easy compared to Baskin Robins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** interruption of like 20 minutes........ mom and mark are down stairs and mom was bitching about me again so makr comes up stairs to get my side of the story and we talk and he makes me feel better, but i wish my mom would just shut up sometimes. seriously she really makes me mad. alot. sometimes i wish i still lived in osbon, and no not because of jamie. just because things were alot different there and i really miss it. i&apos;ve been thinking about it alot really. i miss having the care free life style and not always haveing to be so damn busy and always doing shit. I miss just chillin with my friends which really, doesn&apos;t seem like i get to do much of here. my mom is so freakin over protective it makes me want to vomit. it makes me want to do something really bad just to get even with her. she doesn&apos;t realize that the more sheltered she keeps me the more i&apos;m going to want to do bad things. but on the other hand my dad does. he trust me till i do something really bad. that&apos;s what i like about him. it just really makes me mad. i need someone to talk to. this also makes me miss osborn. well mostly Jamie. i can tell him anything and everything, and well yeah i still do. it&apos;s the same with him. i know soo much about him, things he doesn&apos;t even tell like his best guys friends just cuz we can understand each other. i miss that alot. cuz now when i need to talk i can&apos;t just go to his house cuz it&apos;s like 30 minutes away and it&apos;s long distance to call him. i know i have friends here like Hannah and Mallory, but there&apos;s just some things that they don&apos;t fully know and you&apos;d have to have the whole story to understand what&apos;s going on in my life. I may seem like a simple normal annoying girl, but there&apos;s really alot behind that. has anyone ever wondered why i act so happy all the time. or why i smile. or why i laugh. could it ever possibly be that i&apos;m just tryin to hid all the bad stuff that&apos;s happend in my life? or trying to forget about it, at least when i&apos;m around people. I go through so much shit most people don&apos;t even realize. so yeah just got back from another fucking talk this time with mom and mark and i don&apos;t really feel like talking much. i just want to leave. and not come back. i&apos;d be just fine with that. i probably shouldn&apos;t post this but why the hell not? i have nothing to hide. i may sounds freaky or even weird to you, but if you&apos;re my friend then you know i don&apos;t give a shit about what something thinkgs about me. so yeah i&apos;m going to go now. cry a little. maybe call jamie. he always makes things seem better. so yeah bye</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2003 15:15:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Back</title>
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  <description>ok so yeah i&apos;m back, I had to go to the stupid NHS assymbly. Anyways I sat with Hannah and like it was almost over and it had just gotten to the Juniors and then Hannah was looking at the little paper deal and she&apos;s like OH Mallory, Alex is in NHS... I was like NUH UH! WHERE? Then like after 5 more people I saw him, heh. He wore a navy blue tux instead of black. lol. He also wore his black adidas tennis shoes instead. OMG he&apos;s SOOOOOOOOOOOO hott. but yeah not i&apos;m going to go play P&amp;A with Shane, Brean, and the stupid annoying girl Kristen, so yeah later yo, lol</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2003 14:24:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>At School</title>
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  <description>So um yeah looks like another gay ass day at school, doing nothing once again. I was proud of my self today :) I did something nice, yeah Hannah knows what I&apos;m talking about... I think I&apos;m going to start trying to write in this thing more, maybe even every day. It kinda helps me get some stuff off my chest sometimes. So yeah I&apos;m not only going to write in here in boys, lol. Well not ALWAYS.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2003 16:39:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>At School</title>
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  <description>So yeah i&apos;m sitting here at school, just got done with lunch, or well actually sitting with Hannah and Ashley as they ate lunch because the sub for my 5th hour class wasn&apos;t there yet. Yeah kinda gay, but anyway... woo they rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how bout a little update. Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went to the hospical Monday to have a hysterectomy (sp) but now she&apos;s home and off the pain medication, so I think she&apos;s doing alright, so far anyway. I got my license and a job at Baskin Robins YAY! Um, I&apos;ve been going to Osborn alot lately :) there&apos;s kinda this boy who i&apos;ve known like forever and i think that there&apos;s kinda something between us... ;) so yeah he calls me like about everyday... it&apos;s nice to know someone likes me enough just to call and say hey :) ahh time for class gottago.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2003 16:20:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy Valentine&apos;s Day</title>
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  <description>hey! well it&apos;s been like forever, but just so you know... i&apos;m still alive :) So far today has been great! I saw David like right when Mallory and I got to school and so I gave him his valentines present. He&apos;s like wow, is that for me? OOOK WAIT INTERRUPTION!&lt;br /&gt;so I&apos;m in AAP right now and their coming around with the Valentine Carnations from people and I got two!!! woo! one from Mallory, which i knew i was getting and then, drum roll please.......... DAVID! :D and yeah i&apos;m still glowing and then i come back and sit down at the computer and someone else comes in the room with the little candy things and well......... I was the only one in the room who got one and guess who that was from. :D yep David! this is the best Valentine&apos;s Day ever! I&apos;m still glowing. I&apos;m soo happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so back to the story from before... He&apos;s like wow, is that for me? And I&apos;m like yes :) and so he opens it and if only you could have seen his face. He loved it! He&apos;s like OOH Holy Shit! this is awesome! He was so happy! Ang he&apos;s like ooo Thank you, I love you! and then he gave me a big hug and walked with my till I had to go to class :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Nov 2002 00:46:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well today was kinda a crappy day, except for this morning. I was talking to nick and then he brings up prom. He asked me if I was going, i told him no, because well i&apos;m a sophmore and only upper class can go to prom at my school. so then that&apos;s when he asked me if I wanted to go to prom with him! I couldn&apos;t believe that he was actually asking me so I was like for real?!?!? and he&apos;s like yeah I&apos;m serious. I said YES! :D so now I&apos;m all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom grrrrr, made me mad. She&apos;s like so moody now I don&apos;t even know why! she just starts yelling at me for no reason! and it makes me so mad. So i spent most of the day in my room by myself till she opened the door and asked me what i was doing. haha i said, &quot;nothing&quot; so she got mad again because i was doing nothing! so she left and didn&apos;t close my door, so i closed it kinda hard and she got mad again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just layed on my bed and started thinking about all kinds of stuff. About my dad, my sister, and then it happend. Tears were going all over. so once i could see again, I started writting songs expressing how i felt. Then more tears came till i finally just layed down. Then i could hear my mom griping (sp) about me having my school books all over the table so i dried my face off and went out there and took everything that was mine and threw (literally) it my room, hoping it&apos;s give her one less thing to complain about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that&apos;s the extent of my weekend so far, I wonder if it could possibly become any worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I had a shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;Shmallory</description>
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