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  <title>My Creations</title>
  <subtitle>UH HUH</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Alicia</name>
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  <updated>2005-11-15T19:33:14Z</updated>
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    <title>grant me the strength</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T19:33:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T19:33:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GOD! i tell ya&lt;br /&gt;when it rains, it sure does pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost...a lot actually  &lt;br /&gt;when i feel like it cant get any worse. it does and...&lt;br /&gt;then i feel like i cant go anymore. i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aquarius88:28149</id>
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    <title>spirit week sucks worse than a whore with false teeth!</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T18:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T19:07:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oblivious to my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;pleading that it stops&lt;br /&gt;the ringing in my ears&lt;br /&gt;their laughter&lt;br /&gt;is like shrills&lt;br /&gt;sending a chill &lt;br /&gt;up and down my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sight of them&lt;br /&gt;in their bright colors&lt;br /&gt;and their ridiculous attire&lt;br /&gt;smiling as they walk&lt;br /&gt;away from their BMWs&lt;br /&gt;and their Volvos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way they stare&lt;br /&gt;and flash the fony smiles&lt;br /&gt;as if they take pity upon me&lt;br /&gt;as if they see me as&lt;br /&gt;a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;someone that daddy's bank account&lt;br /&gt;could possibly help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they only knew&lt;br /&gt;i am so much more wealthy than them&lt;br /&gt;my mother and i&lt;br /&gt;in our two bedroom house&lt;br /&gt;instead of sitting upon &lt;br /&gt;a wad of paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sit upon a bundle&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;as i am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i am warm in my bed...in&lt;br /&gt;my not so large bedroom&lt;br /&gt;my mother walks into my &lt;br /&gt;room every night&lt;br /&gt;it never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as she stands over me&lt;br /&gt;i feel her&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as my eyes open&lt;br /&gt;she kisses me and the cheek&lt;br /&gt;i smile&lt;br /&gt;and in that i am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love you baby girl"&lt;br /&gt;"i love you too mama"&lt;br /&gt;i mumble&lt;br /&gt;she walks out and closes my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i come to this bottomless pit&lt;br /&gt;monday thru friday&lt;br /&gt;and i see them&lt;br /&gt;with their white smiles &lt;br /&gt;and their artificially tanned skin&lt;br /&gt;along with their bleached hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am disgusted by them&lt;br /&gt;i wish bad things upon them&lt;br /&gt;because i know they will go&lt;br /&gt;places i only dream of because they have&lt;br /&gt;the one thing in which this world revolves around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think...&lt;br /&gt;i am perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;with what i have&lt;br /&gt;a loving mother&lt;br /&gt;who would sacrifice all for me&lt;br /&gt;no matter the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a BMW&lt;br /&gt;or a closet full of name brand clothes&lt;br /&gt;but what i do have&lt;br /&gt;is unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am better than them&lt;br /&gt;and better than they will ever dream of!</content>
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    <title>she's just an...unfortunate fool</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T19:30:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T19:30:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah i changed the words around&lt;br /&gt;because its true&lt;br /&gt;just unfortunate...and dumb as hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes back tho. in some way it would have pleased me to watch her fail. it would have allowed me to sleep better if she would have never come back. but hey, i never get what i want. i mean i know it sounds bad, but its the least that could happen to her since shes done so much bad shit to me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gettin sick</content>
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    <title>who da fuck you talkin to? not me! couldnt be me! nah not me!!!</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T06:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T06:07:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>burn one down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">im really fucked up and i am at lander with caroline, sarah, carlea, and james. i have had tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to PC's homecoming game with carlea and my mom and it was...different than what i expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapin whooped our asses today in cheerleading. WOW!!! they really really did. they are the most awesomest team ive ever seen. wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ever want somethings o bad it hurts? you just want to take it and you know that if you did, shit would just happen. bad shit i mean. i mean...well you can never get what you want so lemme quit whining about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caroline gave me this really pretty thingy and it said some really nice stuff and it made me feel really good and it also made me cry. i miss her so damn much. the little letter said all this stuff about friends being what they are and how much she loved me and valued our friendship. i love you c dub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im out to go smoke a p-funk and hopefully turn in or something. holla at a playa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later...</content>
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    <title>i know she loves the sunrise...</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T19:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T19:24:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bubble toes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it is gettin hot again. what does this mean? is it the end of the world? not yet i hope...i want to go to college and become a successful doctor. then possibly get married and have lots and lots of...dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Varsity Competitive Cheer Class 2-AAA Region Champions! Go US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel refreshed and relieved and free of stress and just wonderful. like i can breathe freely whereas before i felt like i was breathing through a straw. but she was the least of my problems. but hey...at least i got rid of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i am goin to pc's homecoming. the cheerleading coach gave me 3 free tickets because she wants me to come there and cheer. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we are going to lander university to spend the night with caroline and go to an international party. i cant wait. i am gonna have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have to cheer tomorrow night...i may just cheer anyway since i dont have shit else to do. if something comes up then i wont but i doubt that will happen so i will probably be cheering tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss caroline...more than anything. my life seems meaningless without my partner in crime right beside me every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and adrian woke and baked this morning. it was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made the decision that to make everything easier on my family and myself, i will go to one of the three schools...UGA, UNC, USC. all three are close to home and all three have good cheerleading squads and they offer good money to the cheerleaders receiving scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...im out for now. goin to practice so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later...</content>
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    <title>i cant take this, i've come un-glued!</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T16:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-17T16:46:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>staind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you ever just want it to all end? &lt;br /&gt;just to make everything to go away? not fatally, just...peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could be reborn into another world i would. i would be born the same person i am with the same good and bad qualities...just somewhere else. somewhere where pain, physical and emotional, was just something that was read in story books. it just didnt exist. i wish this school year would be over with already. there is too much to wait on...to anticipate. there is too much that is unexpected and too much unpredicted. for once in my life, i have no idea what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no one to turn to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep at night. i toss and turn and cry and sniff and cough and cry and toss and turn some more. i cant sleep on the couch, i cant sleep in my bed, i cant even sleep in my moms bed and that is where i feel the most comfortable with her beside me. she is the only person in my life who has never deserted me or left me alone without any...anything. i cant even fall asleep with her body beside mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since thursday, i have gotten a total of 14 hours of sleep. not because i was out late or because i was up late partyin like old times. i just cant sleep anymore. there is too much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is supposedly having a baby girl. now it hurts even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so cold around me. everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost weight. too much in a short amount of time. it disgusts me to put food in my mouth. but i still have to wear the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama says i can talk to someone again. so i guess that means more pills. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no point in fighting it. just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need this to be all right&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel this another night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this I come unglued&lt;br /&gt;I might breakdown in front of you&lt;br /&gt;necessary to medicate&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping, can't stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through this&lt;br /&gt;Too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this&lt;br /&gt;Too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need me I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;Half unconscious to escape my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this I come unglued&lt;br /&gt;I might breakdown in front of you&lt;br /&gt;necessary to medicate&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping, can't stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through this&lt;br /&gt;Too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this&lt;br /&gt;Too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts this shit isn't getting me high&lt;br /&gt;My chest is so tight am I going to die&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's in knots and the room starts to spin&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for this valium to slowly kick in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through this&lt;br /&gt;Too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this&lt;br /&gt;Too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later...</content>
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    <title>"playin with my webpage somethin friends somthin" - T Ray</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T18:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T18:31:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>epiphany-staind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today is good...yesterday was good. who knows what tomorrow brings or the weekend for that matter. i just gotta live for the moment and try not to think about what tomorrow may bring me.&lt;br /&gt;"nothin's ever promised tomorrow today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i really hope it warms back up before tomorrow night because i really am not feelin cheerin in the cold yet...i am not ready for that yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are competing at clemson's little john colliseum and i am so damn excited!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend is gonna be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ever do something that was so bad and you know it but it felt so damn good that you went back for more? yeah i am sooooooo in that boat right now.&lt;br /&gt;"why everything thats sposed to be bad make me feel so good? everything they told me not to is exactly what i would"&lt;br /&gt;sorry i am so into quoting kanye today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy and my uncle are walking me across the field friday nite. so for the record...the man walking me across the field is not my creep of an asshole dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys confuse the hell outta me. i need a good guy friend that can help me better understand why the hell they do what they do or act the way they act. it sucks bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think i am just gonna give him an ultimatum and tell him that if he doesnt step it up and get his damn act together then we can no longer be anything because he is damn stressin me out!&lt;br /&gt;and thats real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later peeps!</content>
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    <title>and the beat goes on</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T18:55:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T18:55:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wrote my dad an email&lt;br /&gt;i sent him the lyrics to "Outside" by Staind because i feel those lyrics exemplify our relationship completely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;That I could beg you please&lt;br /&gt;In vain&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;That I felt insecure&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;And I leave&lt;br /&gt;My burdens at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking in&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See your true colors&lt;br /&gt;'Cause inside your ugly&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly like me&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See to the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;That I felt like this won't end&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;And I taste&lt;br /&gt;What I could never have&lt;br /&gt;It was from you&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;That I've cried&lt;br /&gt;My intentions&lt;br /&gt;Full of pride&lt;br /&gt;But I waste&lt;br /&gt;More time than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking in&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See your true colors&lt;br /&gt;'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly like me&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See to the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;That I've cried&lt;br /&gt;All this wasted&lt;br /&gt;It's all inside&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;All this pain&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed it down&lt;br /&gt;It's back again&lt;br /&gt;And I lie&lt;br /&gt;Here in bed&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;I can't mend&lt;br /&gt;But I feel&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking in&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See your true colors&lt;br /&gt;'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly like me&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See to the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then wrote him a brief letter after it and it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've wanted from you for 17 years was for you to be what you were supposed to be to me.  That is all I've ever wanted.  Yet you couldn't fulfill that simple desire because you are the person you are.  I'm glad you feel you've made your peace with the Lord and that you are a better person now but I have to tell you that you aren't.  I must say that you are even worse a person now because you claim to be all CHRISTIAN yet you are still the same person deep inside.  For the past week, I have been expecting an apology from you for what you said to me Tuesday night.  I am sure you expect an apology from me but I am not apologizing for a word I said because I meant every bit of it.  I do hate you and I hate how you make me feel and how much of an impact you have on my life when you aren't even in the same state as I.  I hate how I am gonna carry the feelings and emotions I have because of you for the rest of my life.  I hate even more that you still can't admit to this very day that you have done nothing for me except have a hand in bringing me into this world.  Oh yeah, you have helped me with about 3 or 4 papers that needed a true writer's touch.  Other than that, you have done nothing but make me feel completely incapable of being loved.  I ripped up my Florida State application because I can't go there without your residency and I want to have nothing to do with you for the rest of my life.  But then I got another application because I have done perfectly fine without you for the past 17 and I don't need you now.  I can go to my dream school no matter if I have you or not.  Also, please give this child all of the things you never gave Dustin and me.  Give it a father, much love, a shoulder to cry on, someone to depend on, and if it fucks up, it won't be your fault.  That will be one huge difference.  I am fucked up...terribly but the difference is, it is your fault!  One more thing, don't tell it that it has another big sister because I don't wanna be a part of its life because I don't plan on talking to you ever again.  For the rest of my life.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Reggie...for nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hasnt written anything back or called me so he either got the message and doesnt care at all...or he just didnt read it because he didnt recognize the sender. so naturally i sent it again proving either that i am trying to be redundant so that he gets the point or that he just didnt look at the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;i meant every word of what i said and i wouldnt take it back if they paid me. i did lie about one thing tho...&lt;br /&gt;i lied when i said i hated him. i dont...i love him way too much. that is the hard part and the part that makes me hate myself. it sucks because all i've ever wanted was for him to love me as much as i love him. and i hate myself for still loving him after 17 years of rejection from him. i dont understand why i cant just get over it and hate him as much as i say i do. but he is my dad...i just cant. i should but i cant. i do hate how he has fucked me up for the rest of my life. how do i expect (in the future) for some man to love and accept me when my own father couldnt do that? it means that i am a failure and that i am completely inadequate. and it is all because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <title>its rainin its pourin</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T18:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T18:31:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"cold"-crossfade</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hate this&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it&lt;br /&gt;i should have played volleyball this year&lt;br /&gt;because we have to stinkin cheer at that damn football game in the fucking freezing ass rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go to my damn car and smoke two packs of cigarettes. that would make me happy...temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my best friends birthday this weekend and i have to spend my friday nite...yet again...cheering for a bunch of ungrateful football players.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a competition tomorrow that is quite important to us but no one thinks about us. just the goddamn football team. well at least we win state championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twin baby cousins are comin into town yet i do not get a chance to spend time with them because of the damn football game. fuck this shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i havent heard from my dad since our most recent squabble. he is a dick and i hope he rots in hell for putting me thru all he has for my whole life. i hope the baby is okay tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and him...we are good. finally! everything is working itself out. i guess our two lost souls conflicted with each other causing us to drift apart and to misunderstand each other. but after last night, all is well. we both made promises to stay in this and not give up no matter what happens. we care about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this damn school. i hate all the dumb ass mother fuckers in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god almighty i really dont wanna cheer tonight. AHHHH!!! my whole saturday is shot to hell because of praise dance practice and then the damn cheerleading competition. so i thought i would have tonight to party and get fucked up. but i dont. all because the world at greenville high school revolves around damn football players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <title>my life has changed forever</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T18:20:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T18:20:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mockingbird</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok tuesday afternoon when i was picking up traci from the airport with caroline, i get a phone call from my good friend that lives in Pensacola where my dad lives. conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Micah: Hey baby! how are ya?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia:  I'm great, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Micah:  Just great. i was thinkin about you and i decided to call&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: aw why thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;Micah: i didnt know vicky was pregnant (vicky is my stepmom)&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: hahahaha what??&lt;br /&gt;Micah: vicky...i saw her at church and she is showing a lot&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: you've got to be shittin me&lt;br /&gt;Micah: oh you didnt know...im sorry. shes got to be at least 5 months alicia&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: holy shit dude. my dad hasnt told me anything&lt;br /&gt;Micah: dont tell him i told you please&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: let me call you right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: daddy, is there something i should know?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: what, that all black people were sent here to do is to be born stay black and die?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: no im serious&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: oh that you are gonna have a little brother or a little sister?&lt;br /&gt;ALicia: yes&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: yeah its true&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: you cant even take care of the damn kids you got&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: well&lt;br /&gt;ALicia: i fucking hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later he tells me that it is none of my business and that it doesnt concern me at all&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but be jealous of a child that hasnt even been born yet. its gonna have a mother and a father to love it. my dad is gonna do all the things for it that he NEVER did for me or ever WANTED to do for me. i hate him and i hope he rots in hell for all the shit he has put me and my little brother thru over the years. damn him to hell. i only pray that baby has a better life than i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha the story of my fucked up life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <title>vamos a ver</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T18:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-03T18:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;i guess that would be one word to describe my current mental state. i am completely overwhelmed in my life right now. my domestic life is kinda up and down, school is kinda starting to get pretty difficult, all these college applications, all of the friends that i thought would be here for life are slowly drifting away, and then of course its boys! &lt;br /&gt;well it isnt boys...its a boy. a boy that i have grown to care about greatly over the past year. he is a huge part of my life now. and about a month ago, he asked to take it to the next level and i wasnt really ready then. but now i am sooooooo sooooo ready but i dont really know if he still feels the same. and the proud person inside of me is totally scared of rejection so i am also afraid to tell him that i am ready to be in a relationship with him. &lt;br /&gt;but then again...sometimes, i get so frustrated with him because he is naturally a difficult person to deal with. he always has been. i mean everyone knows this. but at times, i just cant help but realize that its mostly directed at me. but then once i really think about it, i realize that it is just his nature. then i figure, "damn alicia!!! you cant be mad at him for the person that he is...especially since you havent addressed the problem directly. since you have never actually sat down and said to him, 'this bothers me a whole lot.'" so i decided that since this guy is so remarkable and obviously really really into me, i need to fix this problem rather than let it eat away at me and make me not like him anymore. because im sure that if i let this one go, i would be making a huge mistake. HUGE! he is so good to me and he cares so much and he is so much fun. and hes just flat out good!!! in more ways than some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok with that being said, i think that is the one situation that really overwhelms me. so once i get that one off my chest, i should be alright. back to the usual overwhelming aspects of my life. like this damn zaidman paper that i gotta write for thursday! man o man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <title>WOW!!!</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T18:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T18:25:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hump song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6:15 and got ready for school. met sarah mack with whitney and hung out with our good old friend bud. then we came to school for a spirit committee meeting at 7:45 which was completely pointless. essay in zaidman on some random and damn near impossible poem. but hey, its whateva!!! then we had to get stuff ready for the most amazing pep rally we have ever had at Greenville High and it makes me feel so good to know that i was part of it and that i had a hand in its success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER:&lt;br /&gt;go get my outfit for the game tonight. eat a lil sunin sunin. then go to the house and take a shower and get ready for the game. i am gonna look so fly by the way. then get dressed and do my sweaty hair! ewww!! then me and whitney are gonna meet up with bud again for the 2nd time today. then we are goin to the game. leaving early of course. then we get to meet up with a&amp;e like usual and probably bud too then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;wake up at like 8:30 so that i can go to tumbling at 9 til 9:30 then go to flour daniel to set up for the dance. then go take a shower, give myself a pedicure and a manicure. do my hair and make sure my dress and all that is good to go. then i get dressed go to dinner then i get to go to the dance to move my hump!! my hump my hump my hump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then we are gettin rid of the juniors and goin to hang out with a&amp;e again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;i will chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow what a weekend i have ahead of me. i can barely wait. i dont even think i really care about all the homecoming stuff. i just care about hangin out with a&amp;e this weekend. last weekend with them was awesome so i am just sure that this weekend will be just as fun. i love our crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy, en 5th period. hablemos en espanol durante todo la clase. fue muy divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i will catch up with you later lj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <title>tgit</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T18:09:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T18:09:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"play"-david banner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hahaha tgit!&lt;br /&gt;thank god its thursday because that means that tomorrow is friday. this weekend is either gonna be really awesome or really terrible! there is no in between. the big homecoming game is tomorrow night and the dance is saturday night. whitney and i are trying to decide if we are gonna hang out with A&amp;E after the dance or stay with our dates. the nice thing to do would be to stay with our dates but we're kinda feelin otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really get upset when people dont do for you as you do for them. i mean what the hell?? that makes the least bit of sense. if i do something for you and merely ask for something in return, what the hell makes it so hard for you to do my favor since i just did one for you. AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate inconsiderate people! i really really really really x 10000000000000 do!&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing worse in the world...well except for republicans and ignorance. oh wait...those are the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends think it is funny and also quite awesome that i have decided to be a one man woman! for once i have only 1 guy and i really really really like him and i dont care to mess with another. what did he do to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy, en mi clase de espanol, hicimos una actividad. Escribimos sobre las cosas que necesitamos si estare en una isla. No pude pensar sobre las cosas porque necesito mi cell phone y muchas cosas mas! AYY YI YI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna see my boo tonight! ya know what that means right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later...</content>
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    <title>briefly</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T18:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T18:33:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that damn hump song - black eyed peas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i would just like to say that senior year is not at all what u thought it would be like. the people are all the same. the teachers are so much worse and the school work is redundant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so...i have kinda narrowed it down to like 8 schools in which i am applying to and 5 that i really really really wanna go to:&lt;br /&gt;Florida State&lt;br /&gt;UNC-Chapel Hill&lt;br /&gt;University of GA&lt;br /&gt;USC&lt;br /&gt;C of C&lt;br /&gt;that is it for now but who knows what will happen in that area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know i wasn't gonna end this entry without speaking on my love life so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;i just really wish i could read minds at times&lt;br /&gt;because if i did i would know exactly what you're thinkin &lt;br /&gt;when you are with me and staring off into space&lt;br /&gt;or when you pressed your lips against mine&lt;br /&gt;it burdens me to not know exactly how you feel &lt;br /&gt;or do i and its just that you are sick and tired &lt;br /&gt;of telling me and showing me&lt;br /&gt;i made a mistake...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;i said i didnt have time and that i had to focus&lt;br /&gt;that it would be too big of a distraction&lt;br /&gt;well if its not too late my dear&lt;br /&gt;i would like to change that answer now&lt;br /&gt;from a hesitant NO to a positive yes&lt;br /&gt;i dont want anything else other than to &lt;br /&gt;know that i am yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;i miss you when you arent around&lt;br /&gt;and my idle mind is YOUR playground!&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel so different and so whole&lt;br /&gt;unlike any of them before you&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew A!&lt;br /&gt;A, i wish i knew.&lt;br /&gt;one night you cant stay away&lt;br /&gt;and the next you cant even look at me &lt;br /&gt;i know whats in your heart and i know what you want&lt;br /&gt;but i also know that a girl needs to hear those things&lt;br /&gt;more than just a few times in order for the obvious to &lt;br /&gt;be instilled within her spirit&lt;br /&gt;so can you ask me or tell me once more&lt;br /&gt;and i promise the answer will be the right one this time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later</content>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-08-31T14:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T18:20:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T18:20:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i must say it has been a while. the last time i was on here i think was...may or so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its good to be back in action except i think live journal has lost its touch. it is no longer interesting anymore!</content>
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    <title>another quiz</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T15:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T15:10:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=14007" style="color:#fff;" title=" * How well do you know yourself *"&gt; * How well do you know yourself *&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=jennifer219" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;jennifer219&lt;/a&gt; and taken 3124 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;* The Basics *&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Nicknames:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Weeshwa, Weesh, Leesh, Leesha, Mickey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;January 28&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Place Of Birth:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Greenville South Carolina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;greenish brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;Body Ills + Skills&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you bite your nails?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have any habits?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;smoking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you colored your hair?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have any tatoos?  Where?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Which Shoe Goes on First?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;left&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many cereals are in your cabinet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;two or three or four&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you Cook?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;Grooming&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How often do you brush your teeth?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;three to four times a day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How often do you shower or bathe?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;once or twice a day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td 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Walk?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;uh uh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Name one thing your obsessed with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;TYRESE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Window seat or aisle?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends on where i am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do You Sleep With A Stuffed Animal?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah...his name is punctual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you fall asleep with the TV or Radio on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;radio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;When Was The Last Time You...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Watched Bambi?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;uh...i cant remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Talked on The Phone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;last nite to Greg&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Read A book?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the prince of tides for the like 3rd time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I HATE THIS SCHOOL!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aquarius88:23745</id>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-05-11T10:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T14:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T14:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=414" style="color:#fff;" title="The Survey Where You Say The First Word That Comes To Mind. Yay."&gt;The Survey Where You Say The First Word That Comes To Mind. Yay.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=-ambiguous" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;-ambiguous&lt;/a&gt; and taken 52509 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;What comes to mind when you hear..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..snow?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;burrr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..rain?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;wet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..tornado?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;florida&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..summer love?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;awww&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..Jon?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;toilet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..Mike?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;prom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..Shea?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;butter?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..banana?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hannah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..dizzy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;high&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..Laura?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;greer?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..Juan?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mexico&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..car?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;desire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..white?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;snow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..peppermint?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;superstar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..New Found Glory?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;what?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..placebo?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..orange juice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sunshiune&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..candid camera?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;goofy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..sister?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;soul&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..brother?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;eww&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..hate?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..school?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..President?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sucks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..football?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;muscles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..rap?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;music&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..pop?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nsync&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..rock?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..punk?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;YES&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..death?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;NO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..baby?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;birth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..duuude?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ashton&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;..the end?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;near&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS FUCKING SCHOOL AND ALL THESE DAMN PEOPLE IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;I DAMN COACH LUCAS TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WHEN IS SEEING THREADS ON PANTS A DRESS CODE VIOLATION. &lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BEING AN AMERICAN AND HAVING MY OWN FUCKING RIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, THAT NEVER EXISTED! &lt;br /&gt;FUCK GREENVILLE HIGH SCHOOL!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aquarius88:23400</id>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-05-09T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T17:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T17:33:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>oh chariot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it seems so impossible for things to be that way&lt;br /&gt;for the distant to be unseemingly tangible&lt;br /&gt;for my heart to pound and flutter at an unconstant rate&lt;br /&gt;and for my eyes to be dry at demand, vacant of salty tears&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i have experienced that feeling&lt;br /&gt;yet it didnt even last as long as it could&lt;br /&gt;i cant recollect what it feels like exactly, it is unfortunately faint&lt;br /&gt;the corners of my mouth pointing...due south. not due north&lt;br /&gt;the thin hair on my arms lies at a rest...they arent standing in attention as they did before&lt;br /&gt;my lips, they're wet but with moisture of my own mouth&lt;br /&gt;my mind still wanders as it did when i felt that way&lt;br /&gt;i spend hours at a time wondering about my fault&lt;br /&gt;wondering how i can change them and bring my bad habits to cease&lt;br /&gt;my hands still trembles as they did after a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;yet they are longing for that simple touch to stop my craving...until then they demand a tremble&lt;br /&gt;my nose tries so hard to grasp the familiar scent&lt;br /&gt;it is of course unknown&lt;br /&gt;that is what i felt like when i was in love&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience that again&lt;br /&gt;soon...very soon</content>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-05-07T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-08T02:00:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-08T02:00:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>since you been gone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so damn confused&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;what the mother fucking fuck fuck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i....URG i dont like you very much right now!</content>
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    <title>stolen from smidge</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T17:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T17:43:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nice to meet you anyway-gavin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A - Age you got your first kiss: 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now: jay z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: we all know this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: Reginald Trent Dogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: caroline dobbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite bands at the moment: just gavin degraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?: worms with the sour sugar stuff on em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - HomeTown: G-Vegas, South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Junior High: Hughes Academy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride ever: new orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Wanda Janet Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - ninja?!?!?: uh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One wish: to find true imperfect love that feels like perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias: finding true love and having it taken away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote: no guy is worth your tears and when you find one who is, he wont make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: i am loved by some lovely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last: la la la jay z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up [today]: 5:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: uh...everyone knows everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: brussel sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit(s): smokin aint no habit, its a priveledge(sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: head, wrist, chest, and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: rice...mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: aquarius</content>
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    <title>thanks tyler</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T14:15:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T14:15:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"i just wanna be with you"-NSYNC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">STOLEN! (two for today)&lt;br /&gt;Pick a band and answer only using the band's song lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female:&lt;br /&gt;GIRL, you know that i'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you feel about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;im jingalinging from here to the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;inside im reeling &lt;br /&gt;so fresh and so clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best piece of advice:&lt;br /&gt;It's good to learn from your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But that only works in youth&lt;br /&gt;Love has a reason&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to the world &lt;br /&gt;We're giving love&lt;br /&gt;Restless minds; curtain calls follow fanfares&lt;br /&gt;Troubled hearts; just a walk down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Restless hearts; you take a punch just to land one&lt;br /&gt;Troubled minds; it's only fair after all&lt;br /&gt;Mountin, the trail, but you've got it in sight&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the only way is jumping&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your last relationship:&lt;br /&gt;well my past came in you dropped the ball&lt;br /&gt;it didnt change the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;and i was wishin i'd break down your walls&lt;br /&gt;the kiss will know if the lips stay still&lt;br /&gt;there is a line i crossed&lt;br /&gt;and when you missed i lost&lt;br /&gt;im not a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to someone you have a crush on:&lt;br /&gt;you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;i'll be around&lt;br /&gt;dont let this end&lt;br /&gt;before i see you again&lt;br /&gt;what can i say to convince you&lt;br /&gt;to change your mind of me&lt;br /&gt;im gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;im gonna hold you closer than before&lt;br /&gt;and when i kiss your soul &lt;br /&gt;your body'll be free&lt;br /&gt;i'll be free&lt;br /&gt;for you anytime&lt;br /&gt;imn gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;look in my eyes what do you see&lt;br /&gt;not just the color&lt;br /&gt;look inside of me&lt;br /&gt;tell me all you need and i will try&lt;br /&gt;i will try...&lt;br /&gt;Free for you, whenever you need&lt;br /&gt;We'll be free together baby&lt;br /&gt;Free together baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to an ex:&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be anything other than&lt;br /&gt;what i been tryin to be lately...&lt;br /&gt;im tired of lookin round rooms&lt;br /&gt;wondering what i gotta do&lt;br /&gt;or who im supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to someone who hurt you severely:&lt;br /&gt;i saw you there last nite&lt;br /&gt;standing in the dark &lt;br /&gt;you were actin so in love&lt;br /&gt;with your hand upon her heart&lt;br /&gt;but you were just friends&lt;br /&gt;at least thats what you said&lt;br /&gt;now i know better&lt;br /&gt;from your fingers in her hair&lt;br /&gt;i'll forgive you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;if you say that i'm the one&lt;br /&gt;i've had other options too&lt;br /&gt;but all i want is you&lt;br /&gt;boy your body fits me like a glove&lt;br /&gt;and you shower me with words of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel right now:&lt;br /&gt;Take my home&lt;br /&gt;Take everything I own&lt;br /&gt;Take it, take control&lt;br /&gt;You will feel better&lt;br /&gt;You will feel whole&lt;br /&gt;You're so good&lt;br /&gt;You stopped me where I stood&lt;br /&gt;And let me look at love and I feel better&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I feel good &lt;br /&gt;I just want to give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this with you&lt;br /&gt;Make you mine and mine will be all yours&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want and more&lt;br /&gt;What I'm anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Everything else will be over-rated&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's for you, it's all for you</content>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-04-29T09:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T13:37:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T13:37:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1102006281marijuana.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Marijuana&lt;/b&gt;. The most beautiful, chill drug out there. You want something that's not too harsh on your body, and soothes the soul. It's also not addicting, so smoke it up, baby! And never have to go through withdrawls. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Marijuana&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Cocaine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ecstacy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Alcohol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Inhalents&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;None!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=362"&gt;What&amp;#039;s your ideal drug?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah</content>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-04-27T09:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T13:33:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T13:33:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay so my dad told me that i need to stop writing all this crap on this live journal because "the whole world can see" what i am saying. he said that i need guidance because i am out of control.&lt;br /&gt;well here is what i think and i sure hope you read this live journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;just because you gave your life to christ 3 months ago doesnt make up for the lifetime of shittyness. you try to act holier than thou just because you spend most of your time in a church now instead of getting high or drunk. i have lived almost 18 years without your god damn guidance and i sure as hell dont need it now. dont try to step into my life and change me in the years that it doesnt even matter. i hate you and i always have. just because you tell me you love me now...it doesnt make up for the 16 years that i never heard those words. yeah you've changed but does it justify your fucked up mistakes? i dont think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later!</content>
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    <title>ordinary people</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T18:09:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-26T18:09:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Ordinary People"-John Legend</lj:music>
    <content type="html">that is my new thing...that is how i justify human ignorance&lt;br /&gt;we are all just ordinary people and that is all we are expected to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be pissed at her...so bad&lt;br /&gt;i mean i am pissed at her but it is so my fault. it is in a way your fault too. i mean, we thought too much of her. she is imperfect just as we are. i mean, how could we expect her to do any different than what she did? i mean, we are all ordinary people. we just didnt expect her to be able to hurt like that. but hey, she is just an ordinary person. so i apologize for both of our ignorance. we should have known...but hey, we are just ordinary people too. i love you tho...and i mean it. that is no human imperfection talking. i wish this hadnt of happened to you. i wish i could take your pain away because i have experienced it before and i can better deal. you, you dont deserve this. of all the people around me, you dont deserve it most of all. in this one instance, i wanna take away your pain and bare it on my heart. but i cant. just know that if i could i would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was slow. as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so ready for this god damned year to be over with. yes god damned this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unitl later</content>
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    <title>aquarius88 @ 2005-04-25T12:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T16:46:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">for me its been a while&lt;br /&gt;my lips so vacant they're cold&lt;br /&gt;my once so pleasant smile&lt;br /&gt;is now so stricken and old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me its been a while&lt;br /&gt;my body shakes a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;hormones standing in single file&lt;br /&gt;not racing quite as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me its been a while&lt;br /&gt;my hand needing another to hold&lt;br /&gt;to guide down the contour lines&lt;br /&gt;of my body alone yet bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me its been a while&lt;br /&gt;no one to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;no one to tell me i am worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;and no one to say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sit here in this room&lt;br /&gt;in the darkest corner i could find&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of him beginning to loom&lt;br /&gt;rushing in and out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you making the same mistakes i made and i am trying to stop you from it. dont do it to yourself and dont do it to him. you wont ever find someone like him again. &lt;br /&gt;trust me i know!!</content>
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