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  <updated>2005-11-07T00:12:50Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:17699</id>
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    <title>Bubble bathes and everything useless calling in my body...</title>
    <published>2005-11-07T00:06:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-07T00:12:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Her space holiday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This past week has been shit.&lt;br /&gt;This whole year so far has kinda been that way, but this week really brought out the local shittiness...&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of this town, and immature people who have nothing better to do than try and bring me down with them...&lt;br /&gt;they are too good at what they do. &lt;br /&gt;My mind keeps wondering from past times to present and it keeps me feeling pretty lost...&lt;br /&gt;Yea, not feeling very hawt...&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing pretty good at hiding it though..&lt;br /&gt;its useless.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fix broken humans.&lt;br /&gt;Its just stupid that i cant be happy when they arent.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of this place, clear my head alittle bit, something.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel compleatly insaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. -School is killing me i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss[effing]Amanduh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:17407</id>
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    <title>Broken</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T22:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T22:14:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bruised - Jacks Mannequin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ive lost it, ive lost all.&lt;br /&gt;Im blank.&lt;br /&gt;Im empty.&lt;br /&gt;I feel completely useless.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything that is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He did things with my Ex Bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;If i had i wouldnt have ever fallen for him.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have even looked at him the way i have.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have let it come to this.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have miss used the code of all women alive.&lt;br /&gt;I am a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;I am BROKEN.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow its not even my fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellar Door</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:17093</id>
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    <title>outside the shell</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T16:48:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T12:37:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have come to realize that there is life outside of my comfort zone and far far beyond yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes horrible things have to happen to even out the great that once took place.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes forever is the shortest time period in existence, or so it seems. &lt;br /&gt;But there will always be new love waiting for me outside this shell.&lt;br /&gt;I write my soul mate letters just about everyday enriching my hope that he’ll come tiptoeing this way and not be so damn lost.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I know he will.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and imagine laying beneath the stars on the 4th of July, just as I have in the past, yes, it was perfect, even with those pesky mosquitoes. &lt;br /&gt;Im a dreamer and it was something I was born into without a choice.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like having an extra layer of skin that I don’t notice until nightfall when the stars begin to pierce through that blanket beyond the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I can be cold and heartless, and I say I don’t regret it but I secretly do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like religion wouldn’t be a bad thing to learn, maybe it would feed my curiosity some, but this dieing hunger inside doesn’t have enough will power to direct me, and without direction im easily fucked.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be cute but it comes out to be a sloppy and flaky mess.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I use clichés like: “it’s better to have love and lost than never loved at all”, and I believe them full heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;But you, friendly stranger, who are you, and did you not just wash up on the same beach as myself?&lt;br /&gt;What gives you the clout to change what I am?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see a third leg or anything too anomalous.&lt;br /&gt;As of now I’ll try and just glide past your intuitions that smother mine, but someday I’ll leave.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know I’ll leave. &lt;br /&gt;There will always be new love waiting for me outside this shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Miss Effing Amanda</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:16793</id>
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    <title>13silhouettes @ 2005-06-12T18:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-12T23:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T23:04:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:16384</id>
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    <title>I'm wide awake and forever has passed...</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T00:12:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T00:12:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Honorary Title</lj:music>
    <content type="html">He quoted Tom Robbins when the time came to talk of love...&lt;br /&gt;"When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us.  When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising.  This can go on and on - series polygamy - until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment.  Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter."  &lt;br /&gt;--Tom Robbins&lt;br /&gt;...And i believe he did it just because he himself is scared that the word "love" might acutally exist somewhere in this world...&lt;br /&gt;It drives me incredibly nuts to see this person so distant from something that i dont have... but he wont stick around to watch me turn out my pockets...he just runs from his crushes, praying that if he leaves before she has time to speak, crushes is all they will be... and then someday she will die down and the viscious cycle will then again begin with someone new...perhaps a dancer. &lt;br /&gt;I am just in awe at how he beleieves in nothing but what he is able to see...&lt;br /&gt;how love to him is just i sickness formed in a unsure mind...&lt;br /&gt;I cant deside weather to be confused by his mixed signals, first green then red.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't believe, than I cant wait.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:16286</id>
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    <title>Fucked.</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T01:50:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T01:50:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dashboard Confessional</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The weekend has just fucked with me... i'm incredibly sleep deprived, and i'm eating like crazy as if i should be PMSing only I most deff shouldnt be...TMI... anyhow.. i've desided a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I'm done making moves on guys that dont make them back, either they are not interested... or they need to step up their game, and untill then they are not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: NO MORE PITTY PARTYS... THEY MAKE ME TIRED, DEPRESSED, AND EXTREAMLY UNHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Harris is fucking gorgeous, and when he sings i get very hot and bothered...boys who sing are "food to my eyes" as brittany would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I need alot of canvas and paint to occupy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I have to find something other to do on weekends, than to sit at home and listen to something corporate... although i love them, its come to the point where i like shut myself in my room and lay in the dark for hours on end being depressed because their music is just like that...HARD CORE EMO, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Tennis is a lost cause, and it bores me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I am beyond lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: I've desided the Gov's Institute this summer accutally might be apealing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: I am wicked sad that i have to turn down california this summer, along with warped tour... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: I want a job. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: I want a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough... &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Miss 'Amanda' Yuck Sticker.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:15901</id>
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    <title>I am stuck.</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T01:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T01:37:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am stuck&lt;br /&gt;by Amanda Marie Hallock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot is stuck between two rocks&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pull loose&lt;br /&gt;Without a loss&lt;br /&gt;Carve out my chest &lt;br /&gt;Leave me hollow&lt;br /&gt;Or take one piece &lt;br /&gt;Watch me wallow&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Alone and drab&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving images &lt;br /&gt;I used to have&lt;br /&gt;From past to present&lt;br /&gt; In one glance&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking&lt;br /&gt;It’s running out&lt;br /&gt;Watch me stumble all around&lt;br /&gt;A new path&lt;br /&gt;A new ground&lt;br /&gt;My foot is stuck between two rocks&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot pull loose&lt;br /&gt;Without a loss</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:15810</id>
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    <title>hm.</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T02:24:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T02:24:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"watch me flex my ass!" -Brittany&lt;br /&gt;(looks at brittany's ass and starts cracking up uncontrollably in the womans restroom)-Me&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, watch watch!!"-Brittany&lt;br /&gt;(laughing so hard i couldn't breathe)-Me&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha you fucking sicko stop looking at my ass NOW!"-Brittany&lt;br /&gt;(both run out of the restroom laughing so hard we are wet from tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 Town!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:15524</id>
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    <title>holly by molly!</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T01:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T01:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's been forev! yoiks! tonight is camando #2 night at miss cleary's house... yup that means war paint, a hole lot of fake wounds and army like crawling in mudd! sooooooo exciting!! :( saddly spider brittany will not beable to make it to have  robot wars and spider web contests with me... but i suppose i'll manage *Starts balling* WHO AM I KIDDING?! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT BRITTANY!!!!!!!! *squeels while crying and blows nose on sleve* tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Amanda.</content>
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    <title>your the only one</title>
    <published>2005-02-13T02:19:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-13T02:19:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maria mena</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well I saw you with your hands above your head &lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, trying not to look down &lt;br /&gt;But you did, and you fell, hard on the ground &lt;br /&gt;Then you stumbled around for a good ten minutes &lt;br /&gt;And I said I'd never seen anyone look so dumb before &lt;br /&gt;And you laughed and said I still know how to turn you on though &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Drags me kicking and screaming through fast dreams &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Knows exactly what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I probably forgot to tell you this &lt;br /&gt;Like that time I forgot to tell you about the scar &lt;br /&gt;Remember how uncomfortable that made you feel? &lt;br /&gt;See you're not what I expected &lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one who knows how to handle me &lt;br /&gt;And you're such a great kisser and I know that you agree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Drags me kicking and screaming through fast dreams &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Knows exactly what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can forgive me for that time &lt;br /&gt;When I put my hand between your legs &lt;br /&gt;And said it was small &lt;br /&gt;'Cause its really not at all &lt;br /&gt;I guess there's just a part of me that likes to bring you down &lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you around &lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day you realize how amazing you are &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Holds my hair back when I'm drunk and get sick &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Knows exactly what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Drags me kicking and screaming through fast dreams &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who &lt;br /&gt;Knows exactly what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw you with your hands above your head &lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, trying not to look down &lt;br /&gt;But you did, and you fell, hard on the ground</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:15027</id>
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    <title>being put back together again...</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T00:32:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T00:32:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Postal Service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling alot better.. everything is slowly but surly coming together, i'm coming together again.. Midnight sledding party tonight..:)</content>
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    <title>time</title>
    <published>2005-02-10T02:27:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-10T02:27:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>311</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its time to move on and continue moving forward... tough days like monday sure do drain the soul alot though i must addmitt...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:14401</id>
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    <title>melt down</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T02:08:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T02:08:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is the Aniversary of my fathers death...&lt;br /&gt;i just had a complete melt down infrount of my mom&lt;br /&gt;it was horrible (the worst yet)... i like had my hands over my face half of the time cuz i didnt want her to see me cry, but then i figured she's seen worse...i almost thought she might have started crying too...like her voice started to get shakey...I just completely burst with everything..from the people i go to school with to the guys i like...to my future and how much pressure it is to be thinking about college already and how scared everything is making me.. or how much she yells and pushes me to keep going in school..or...how much i miss my dad, and everything about him that i didn't get to know... its just stressful thinking about everything...like if he hadn't have gotten sick than i could have a different life maybe a life far from where i'm at...Joe called me around 6:30 tonight and wanted to know if i would go to a basketball game with him, and i told him id get back to him... and then all this happened so i left him a message on his cell simply saying i'd like to stay in tonight...but most sincerly thanks for asking me...its funny.. one day i'm great, the next day i'm alright, and day after i wish hadn't even begun... I just have so much anger in me... like why do we all believe in god if god is the creator of such unhappiness...i'm so gone right now.. like i cant think a thought that is sane.. i feel so crazy...and torn.. like my pain bubbles to the serface just to burn my face with tears... i shouldn't be crying... days like this i should be just as upbeat as anyother day... nothing different...right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anymore.</content>
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    <title>The number</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T23:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T23:40:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Time by Chantal Kreviazuk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Joe gave kym his number and asked her to give it to me... and now as it rests in  my hand i'm questioning everything... should i call..? should i call tonight? what will i say? what if this isnt one of my week flings? what if after a while this phone call leads to a realationship... what if i make a mistake? what if.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I take a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just have to take a risk and live a little...</content>
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    <title>feelin good.</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T00:57:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T00:57:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack Johnson - Sitting, waiting, wishing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well i've been hangin out with kym lillie all weekend having just a smashing time... i think she may be stopping by l8r this evening to chill with me again... and of course it will be fun... I saw this really adorable 18 year old feller... kyms gonna put me in a good word yo...</content>
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    <title>13silhouettes @ 2005-02-02T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T23:41:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T23:41:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RAP CRAP.. trick daddy...cough.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i drew travis a pretty picture of the devil on the computer... and the devil was taking a piss and writing tavis's name with it.. and then i signed it and sent it to him with lots of love :)yey!</content>
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    <title>you make my heart go THUMP THUMP!</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T00:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T00:40:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lindsey Lohan - Over</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I stumbled across a good ol song a friend of mine sent to me like 2 years ago.. woo talk about squeezing my heart like a destresser... "I'm never gonna know you now, but im a gonna love you any how.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was having a really shitty time dealing with alot of stuff that kept crawling out of their graves.. one being my mothers yaking mouth that wrestled me to the ground screaming cheeply written insults concerning my future and draw for school in my ears... and 2 the grade reports that i saw slowly going down the tubes in math, while i tried like mad to bring my bio grade up...the balence doesn't seem to work well.. but anyhow.. after a short break down and a ton of black maskara running down my cheeks i recived a phone call from Ryan who had read my message online, and wanted me to talk to his brother thinking that he would make me feel much better. Indeed Ryan was right, although he interupted my shower and i stood cold in a towel on the phone for 10 mins, Travis new just how to be there for me within those few mins... and even though Travis and I are not together we have a more meaningful relationship as friends supporting eachother and i will never forget the night when i felt alright after a melt down just because of a simple phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a mile on the tred afterschool and broke a sweat, yea i'm most deff out of shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious craving to paint or be artistic...&lt;br /&gt;you make my heart go THUMP THUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;Amanda3</content>
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    <title>Writing Pieces By Susie</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T01:56:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T01:56:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"This diverse reaction makes a sharp contraction, snaps back into acting a villain in action, fucked with agony, skins of ebony, close eyes breathin’ heavily... paper scratched tears minds of times these children can't die, an artificial creation; kiss the nation, flags of objection flew a true connection... a catalogue of perfection, Jesus expected, days bring trauma its flavor elected. mature into pedophilia, rape this schizophrenia, decide if you want it from the ground up or media, choose carefully its the basic art: rock it in silence, create the time: a root of a story, he cries to the sky, spread your literature make love and get high.. concrete is your bible the city your store, his voice cracks with apathy he wants nothing more- step off my sidewalk onto my street, traffic so yellow the voices don't speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex is pain, drug makes rape, rock makes hate I can't escape; tie the time, tighter the kind, I can't describe your peeling inside, I know your pride for you lied about happiness, love inscribe my soul with your insanity.. We debate your apprenticeship with elite penmanship; question the participation of the ugly ones... Can I deal you ask? that moment has passed, he shall come when the academy releases portfolios of our childhoods, laying a trail of Polaroid’s to examine in a breathtaking odyssey, I will release you with this fascist sin, so keep still and enjoy the thrill, I’ll meet admits the skyline with the posse of prestigious leaders of Our America.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing writing pieces by darling susie sexface :) &lt;br /&gt;talk about make my night!&lt;br /&gt;yey!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:13silhouettes:12886</id>
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    <title>01/29/05</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T14:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T14:33:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I dont care - Alana Davis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the plan is to drag totally ass this morning and sleep in and wonder around the house in pj's untill like 11... then get ready to go to the chelsonator's tree house and have a fun time with C.C.C., tess, brittany....and maybe tyler.. :) yey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of the funnest fridays in i do believe...lol</content>
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    <title>thinkin</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T00:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T02:01:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>32 flavors -Alana Davis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been thinkin, these good memories are totally making me smile. i love having them.. they are food to my soul... they are not like any plain memories, they the ones i stay up at night replaying in my mind... while i taste and feel every moment i expierianced and lay dreaming of exactly how i felt, and exactly what i smelt, and where i was, and everything beautiful.. there is nothing in the world i would trade for the memories i have ingraved in my mind.. nothing compairs to the depth and perfection of the world in these moments... cheers to many more for we are young and experiancing the impossible.</content>
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    <title>01/22/05</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T02:26:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-23T02:26:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Howie Day -Collide</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Bright eyes Concert tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;I've desided that i spend to much time playing with drama that i never really have the time to stop and remember good moments in my life... I'm tired of always thinking shitty stuff! heres a list of my top 10 favorite memories that are garenteed to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Ten Favorite Memories:&lt;br /&gt;(Least to Most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:Getting sent to the principals office numerous times in elm school for putting a stink bomb in Heidi B.'s lunch box, and pretending to be Harriet the spy on the play ground and repeating things i shouldn't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:Indoor Soccer season... Lucky 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:Finding my very own secret spot at the waterfalls,daming it up with kacy and spending hours every day in the summer there with her lounging with not a worry in the world. (calais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:Dancing on the frount lawn with my casette player turned on max on the portch...so all the neighbors could see how cool i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:Sleeping over at Hillary's house every month and being entertained everytime by Daryl doing something goofy while he sat up with us waiting to slowly fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:Hubbard Park with Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:North Carolina with Tess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:Maine with Brittany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:Foot ball games with Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:My dad's one of a kind smile every time we went to see him at the Nursing Homes...</content>
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    <title>apon the long road...</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T16:18:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T16:18:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bayside - If Your Bored</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been a while since you've been informed of whats been goin' on i suppose... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to a Hawthorne Heights concert w/ Brittany Prevost and we got there early and were one of the first 5 people in.. and then we totally rocked out with the bands hovering over us and touching us, and then we stayed late to meet the guys from, The Black Maria, Hawthorne Heights, Number One fan and of course my fav, Spitalfield. the guys are all were amazingly fun,and saddly after lots of hugs pitcures and flirting with these older hot band guys Higher Ground Kicked us out at 12:15... leaving us with lots of Merch, Free shit, and some hawt ass memories, oh yea and a jumbled up cell phone number.. from the guy from number one fan that we forgot half way through the show, and Marks E-mail... :) fun stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Ball... Went with Travis, got him to fast dance and lossen up after a while. :) it was really great. haha Travis requested Spice Girls.. it was lovely... towards the last half an hour of the dance Travis asked me out, and my responce wasnt the coolest, but of course i said yes. over all it was a good night. I can't wait to see travis next whenever that maybe...hopefully soon though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this where is where i stand...&lt;br /&gt;a few bruises from the show&lt;br /&gt;and a new boyfriend i can't wait to make memories with :)</content>
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    <title>....if you turn on the water its gonna over flow....</title>
    <published>2005-01-14T02:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-14T02:58:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kissing you - Romeo and Juliet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My excitment is slowly dieing... I feel 100% unacomplished and unoriginal...&lt;br /&gt;nothing is going the way i had wished, everything is crumbling and i feel like an asshole...I cryed at school today, i'm turning into a freakin weirdo... who crys at school?! ugh I just feel like i'm sleep walking, i get up, i go to school, i sit through my classes, i don't aply myself cuz there is no need for it, the classes i'm in don't involve skill what so ever... my life has no organization... it drives me nuts! i want to beable to wake up in the morning and know what i wanna do with my life, i wanna know if the person i have feelings for naturally has them for me in return, i want to know what i'm capable of, i want to know i'm going to chalenge myself... everything i have is so...ugh, so here... ya know.. its like i just take what i get. its not me at all, i'm so tired of living in a shell of a person.. I wanna be somebody. I want to fucking go somewhere...besides out frount during 5th band to the wall at school and cry as i watch one of my ex's walk to the road to smoke a cig. I want more than to walk the halls and be jellous of every happy couple i see, i want more than to fight with my friends constantly and never have understanding... I want to know myself and god damn it i better find out soon or i might just die in this town...</content>
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    <title>13silhouettes @ 2005-01-12T20:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-13T02:03:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T02:03:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frou Frou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm reading this wicked mad book, and its so weird cuz i normally dislike reading anything, but its so crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal ball is coming up and i'm wicked excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit got tickets to see hawthorn heights play this Saturday...ahem i'm goin along!!! yeeeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;Brittany is like soo amazingly cool, just like myself if I must add.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm homesick.&lt;br /&gt;I need Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want mushy reach for the stars outta the snow covered park love.</content>
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    <title>01/11/05</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T01:20:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T01:20:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joe Budden - Fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tori slapped my belly today and hurt her hand..hahaha good times.&lt;br /&gt;Barry White reminds me a Topher Grace, and Maine w/ Brit. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight started out a doozey but its deff improved. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Whats gonna light switch me?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm any hawtties?&lt;br /&gt;saaaweeeet!&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A.M.H</content>
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