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  <title>ThE CoMeDy CoNtiNuES</title>
  <subtitle>GOOD NEWS FOR PEOPLE WHO CANT SPELL!</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-05-30T22:17:40Z</updated>
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    <title>back for more</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T22:17:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T22:17:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so i am back for more, i have been doing the whole myspace thing and i dont know which one i like better. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ask me what i am doing right now? Cutting&amp;nbsp;work, clocked in at the pool and going back to clock out at 8. i know it sounds bad but whatever, i dont feel good.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I survived pcb 05</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T07:31:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T07:31:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;just got back from the stressful vacation of Panama City '05.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;i feel like i am having with-drawl or something, the lack of alcohol in my sysetem is depressing me. I am back here in the real world which sucks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="1"&gt;I got my eye brow pierced, so basically my dads gonna rip it off when i see him tomarrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="1"&gt;I just keep thinking about this trip to panama and how diffrent it is from the last one.&amp;nbsp;It was chill i was with my best friends, warm climate, i&amp;nbsp;met this guy that is just plain histarical, i didnt go out&amp;nbsp;1 night, not one.&amp;nbsp;The kappa sigs were fun, i probably havent laughed so hard in my life. We lived in a condo for eight, yet managed to squeeze 14.&amp;nbsp;Every night i was up till like&amp;nbsp;5 am&amp;nbsp;laughing. I&amp;nbsp;had the best day of my life drinking with the girls, going to a&amp;nbsp;"hot tub" in a hotel room, bonging beers in the hot&amp;nbsp;tub, and&amp;nbsp;laughing with my GENERICS.&amp;nbsp;Last time i was in panama for spring break, i was a jr. in high school&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;was staight edge and first started drinking, its been down hill ever since, seriously.Within a week i was&amp;nbsp;so hammered i couldnt remember my name or where my bruises came from. i was scared to go back to school because i knew&amp;nbsp;every one was talking about my drunk ass... &amp;nbsp;This year was good clean fun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="1"&gt;Its thursday and i am back already, i called my dad to tell him i was on my way home he asked me if i was ok, why&amp;nbsp; was i&amp;nbsp;coming home early from spring break? Like he was shocked i wasnt hammered or something ? Yet for some reason i dont feel good, i am exhaused, and my mind crazy. I am coming home with a bar though my eye brow and a sun blister on my lip, but lucky for my dad last year i came home in a wheel chair "surprize" so we can say this is a little better. I probably gained an extra 10 pounds, lost my voice, and my phone to the tsunamii from hell (may it rest in peace.) I dont want to go back to school, i am sick of it man. I am going to have to change alot of things in my life next week.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Its one of those mornings...</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T16:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T16:04:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Happy st. pats day! I woke up this morning in a home that i didnt know, with my roomie and i was sleeping&amp;nbsp;on the floor man! after sobering up and showering i read an email from my dad. I started being the emotional basketcase that i am ( what the hell is wrong with me) and just thinking about how lucky i am to be alive, go to school, to be a KD... I have lost tons of people in my life, and i never got the chance to tell things i should have. SO if you are reading this, thanks for being apart of my life.I wrote my sisters an email for no reason to let them know how much i love them, because they are the family i have always wanted but never had...&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" size="1"&gt;I love knowing I have a family in KD.&lt;br&gt;I love going out to a party and noticing that its not the "cute" boys &lt;br&gt;i look forward to seeing, any more...&lt;br&gt;I love knowing that WE were hand picked for KD&lt;br&gt;I love knowing that we were sisters by chance, friends by choice.&lt;br&gt;I love knowing that no matter how hard i try to hide my feelings some &lt;br&gt;one knows some thing is wrong.&lt;br&gt;I love the fact my favorite college memories involve KD.&lt;br&gt;I love knowing that when i go home, people dont understand what it is &lt;br&gt;to be a KD at wku.&lt;br&gt;I love knowing that i have some one to laugh with, raise hell with, &lt;br&gt;and cry with.&lt;br&gt;I love knowing that if i am in trouble, i have a sister to call.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its my roomie's b-day i went out with her last night... and wow this morning is nuts. I drunk dialed and feel kinda silly for it! some times i need to look around me and realize and appreachate the thing i take for granted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>phoenix_forever @ 2005-03-12T11:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-13T16:27:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T16:27:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047301638_mysterious.jpg" border="0" alt="mysterious"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner never&lt;br&gt;knows what you're going to come up with next;&lt;br&gt;this creates great excitement and arousal never&lt;br&gt;knowing what to expect.  And it's sure to end&lt;br&gt;in a kiss as great as your mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>ahh hell sweet hell</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T23:58:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T23:58:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am at home right now, and it is a slow hell. My poor mom is clinging on to me like a leech because she has nothing in her life, it is beyond depressing.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;dont feel comfortable here, in&amp;nbsp;my own home? Isnt that wrong ?&amp;nbsp;I cant stand it i am never coming back here, I should always stay in Bowling Green! I am just overly stressed because i have been so sick. I have had the flu and a fever of 102. I miss being able to go to class ( liking it,) having my room clean, a working computer, and getting drunk with my sisters. I miss it all so much! Right now i am so pale the tanning beds followed by spring break are SCREAMING my name. If i werent so weak i would go right now! I just want to get through this week then i will be ok.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The more i think about school though the more confused i get,&amp;nbsp;because i dont know what to major in. I dont want to give up my dreams, i dont want to just be average, but i cant be a theater major any more. I dont want to have classes with all the theather kids anymore, so exclusive they are, and i am sick of it. I cant wait to get all my classes out of the way. I am really looking forward to next semister, new classes, new place to live, rush! I guess i am looking forward to starting over, again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>who knew???</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T00:07:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T00:41:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606574_CMyDocumentsSadness.jpg" border="0" alt="of"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Spirit of Sadness. Deep pain and sorrow&lt;br&gt;lie within you, betrayal, jealousy and&lt;br&gt;rejection rule your life. You cannot make&lt;br&gt;friends as you are too scared at the prospect&lt;br&gt;of being hurt again and you can't take that&lt;br&gt;risk. You wish more than anything to have a&lt;br&gt;steady person there who loves you&lt;br&gt;unconditionally but you are too scared to find&lt;br&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you%3F%20NEW%20AND%20IMPROVED!%20(amazingly%20beautiful%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Still raining and pouring. He still haunts me!</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T23:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T00:51:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He still haunts me.... Every where i go, my thoughts, my dreams, my social events. no matter what i am on my guard and i hate it. I just want him to be out of my life, i wish i never met him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mind works faster than my fingers and although it might not make any since who i just need to vent a little:Because of you is my new favorite song. Its my life, i didnt like kelly till now... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00cccc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh every day of my life. My heart cant possibly break when it wasnt even whole to start with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ecause of you i try to&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;forget everything,&amp;nbsp;because of you i dont know how to let any one elese in, because of you i find it hard to trust not only me, but every one around me. Because of you i am afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;My life is so messed up right now. I havent slept in my own bed for nights, i havent had more than 4 hours of sleep since i dont know when. I am writting this to remember where my life has gone this week: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: my roomie and i got hammered and went to sae dodgeball, then to beer pong with one of my bigs. after after party at sarah beth/rosie/katie's house. I walked there from the sigma chi house, alone. Shannon passed out on the couch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; some one is in shannons bed when i wake up, thank god it was her. On the way to class we decided we were still drunk and went to eat instead. I went to one class, my roomie went to Canada. Its paiges birthday! Met up with her, went to step.( Andy was there i swear he haunts me, i cant get away from him, honeslty i just cant figure it out,&amp;nbsp; every time i see him it ruins my day. He said i left him a message from the night before)..Then &amp;nbsp;had a party in the DWAIN and then went to SAE party where Paige and i ended up shacking elese where.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Paige picked me up, i did the walk of shame to her car.We went to the Sig Ep cook out, then SAE party where 10 kegs and 1000 people werent a good combo, i got to climb on the beer stage! I saw Lance whom I havent seen in forever was great, till i saw ryan and blew him a kiss. I guess that was a mean gesture? I didnt mean for it to be but he didnt like it since i was talking to lance? i dunno how that goes. As we start to leave guess who has to come in... Andy. with the girl that pref'd me at adpi, if i didnt know him i would thing that he isnt that cute really. For some reason, i dunno i guess its the risk factor. I drove Moyer and Chachie to rosies. Every guy apprently continued the try to grab/slap my ass game, which i had enough of ALL night! I got a little violent towards the end of the night. Started taking shots, ryan kept calling me and&amp;nbsp; some dude answerd the phone, i think that he is really pissed now.Never seen Casigrande so hammered before, wow...&amp;nbsp;Lance had a tramatic night with his roomie so he &amp;nbsp;picked me up and i stayed with him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Lance had to go to work at 8 am, convient. I went to the dorm and took a shower cleaned the dwain and then it was dads day. After my sister bitched me out and ripped my heart out i had to get her, she lost her keys in my room and the car was parked here still.&amp;nbsp; I was crying and she says " are you gonna get ready, you usually do your hair and make up" so i start to cry even more. I have spanish voice mails from ryan, i think it says fuck you. Great I suck! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>When it rains it pours...</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T20:23:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T00:41:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Its deffinitly cats and dogs here, i feel so low right now. Almost everything that could go wrong is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;1.My family is falling apart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;2. I got a progress report telling me i am gonna fail&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;3.Spring Break is comming up in two weeks and i weigh what i did my sophomore year in high school. (Not good at all i was fat.) I have 0.00 dollars to my name and i owe for spring break and the cost of food to go. It sux to be the ugly and fat duckling of the group.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;4. Its paiges and Amelia's birthdays this week, I usually make my gifts but once again money comes into play being that i have none. I cant buy materials and even if idid i dont have a car to take me there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;5. My sister called me yesterday to tell me i dont do anything. If i did any more my head would freakn explode! If spirit chair, merchindizing chair, and photographer assistant, spring sing, and intermurals&amp;nbsp;werent enough plus school then go ahead and shoot me, because i might have time to relax. See thats the thing that bothers me, i am never good enough for my family or any one elese for that matter.&amp;nbsp;I cant stand my family,&amp;nbsp;I dont want to do any of this for them i want to do it for me, so i am not like them. Just cant i live my life, i would be so productive if they would just let me be myself honestly. I know I am not the golden child i never have been, i just want to live my life and not be distressed over how my family would feel about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;6. I dont like going out any more, i hate guys trying to feel all over me or dance with me, seriously i just wanna get drunk and laugh about shit, you dont meet guys your gonna date a parties, you just dont. Apparently what i hear is that half of guys on this campus have told lies about me. Apparent a guy who wont talk to me any more because i wouldnt have sex with him told his whole frat at the begging of the year i did. Therefor i know why everytime i go to their parties everyone is mean to me. They dont respect me, and i wouldnt either if i slept with his dumbass, but the sad thing is i didnt and i have to suffer for making the right decsions. Guys ruine everything, i am over it.&lt;u&gt; I came to college to get away from boys, why do they always find me?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I am my own worst enemy and it dosent change anything when people say i am too hard on myself, if i was harder on myself i wouldnt have all these problems in my life that suck. They would be fixed, taken care of and not an issue. I am not even a control freak. I DONT KNOW WHAT I CAN DO TO MAKE THINGS BETTER... I cried myself to sleep last night till my roomie overheard me and go out of bed to talk to me, i love her. She is the best roomate in the world i am so lucky to have sister like her!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Being stranded on a desert island wouldnt be that bad, honestly. If any one knows a cruise ship that has the fate of gillians island, sign me up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1094862204_tness-Eien.jpg" border="0" alt="eien?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the sad teen.  Everything in life is f*ckin'&lt;br&gt;miserable.  You constantly look over your&lt;br&gt;shoulder and wonder who is judging you...even&lt;br&gt;when you are alone.  So naturally, you have&lt;br&gt;become a little paranoid and pessamistic.  Your&lt;br&gt;personality can be one demensional but&lt;br&gt;confusing.  You are constantly bored with life&lt;br&gt;and wish that something could spice it up.  You&lt;br&gt;have a unique view on life and have identified&lt;br&gt;the problems with school society  (Ex...what&lt;br&gt;makes popular people, how the student mind&lt;br&gt;works...) You would rather be alone because you&lt;br&gt;hate being hurt.  You tend to think that no one&lt;br&gt;understands you, not even your parents /&lt;br&gt;guardians / friends.  But that is just the&lt;br&gt;opposite!  The people who love you want to&lt;br&gt;help, but they don't know how because they have&lt;br&gt;a feeling that they will say something wrong&lt;br&gt;and turn you away.  You have to let them know&lt;br&gt;that you are willing to hear what they have to&lt;br&gt;say...and it might do some good to listen to&lt;br&gt;them. &lt;p&gt; Some fields you might consider going&lt;br&gt;in when you are older...Judge, author,&lt;br&gt;songwriter, producer, therapist, psychologist,&lt;br&gt;philosopher, or forensic scientist.  You need a&lt;br&gt;job where you can express yourself and your&lt;br&gt;views on life.  Or you need a field where you&lt;br&gt;can judge others and predict what is going on&lt;br&gt;in others life.  Either way... you have the&lt;br&gt;personality to get you a good job that will&lt;br&gt;support you throughout life.
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    <title>it sux when some one breaks your heart, its worse when you break theirs</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T07:02:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T07:02:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 weeks ago i&amp;nbsp;warned him, "dont get involved, trust me. Quit now!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Go me, first boyfriend lasted for almost 3 weeks... Last night he (drunker than all hell)&amp;nbsp;walked 2 miles to see me, and poured his heart out to me. As nice of a gesture as that is... I cant handle it, it hurt me so much what i have done to this poor boy. He cried, and told me how much i meant to him. I do care about him, i love him to death, but i cant be in a relationship with him because i am going to destroy him, because i suck. I know what its like to feel like shit and be totally broken and i dont want to do that to him. I am in too deep so i had to break things off. I cant handle those types of feelings right now i dont have time for it. Call me selfish or stupid or even a bitch, i hate that he cried to me it breaks my heart. i am sorry. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;boys never listen!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I am worthless, 1 class at 2;30 and didnt go.</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T21:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T21:21:02Z</updated>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;Your "International" airport has only one passenger flight that actually leaves the 48 contiguous U.S. states &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;The in-state sports rivalry is paid more attention to than the national championship. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You live in an area that occasionally gets considerable snowfalls, floods, and tornadoes... but has no capacity to deal with any of the above. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You pronounce the name of your city different than anyone else you've heard. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You think the rest of the people in Kentucky sound like hicks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;When you think "Kentucky" you don't automatically think horse racing or fried chicken. Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;ou ask your doctor for an allergy cure and he tells you to "move." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You've shovelled 10+ inches of snow and worn shorts in the same week. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;When people ask what school you went to, they don't mean Vanderbilt, Yale, or Harvard; they mean Ballard, Eastern, Male, Manual, Trinity or St. X. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You know what the Bambi Walk is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your last ten vacations were in Panama City or Destin. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You make an emergency run to Kroger for bread and milk at the first sighting of a snowflake. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You've lived here for years, yet somehow you get hopelessly lost each time you attempt a shortcut through Cherokee Park. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You're convinced turn signals are useless options on a vehicle. You hold up traffic to let a motorist you don't know into your lane. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You give directions based on landmarks that no longer exist or street names that have changed, but your directions never confuse any of the other Louisvillians &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You have never been to the Derby, but wouldn't miss the Oaks. You call in sick to attend the Oaks and spot your boss - who also called in sick - at the next betting window.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You think all the REAL hicks live in New Albany. You think the only thing Southern Indiana is good for is buying pumpkins. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;When introduced to another life-long Louisvillian, you spend the first part of the conversation finding out how you are connected. It's never as many as six degrees of separation - usually three will do it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You think a pervert is someone who would rather have sex than watch basketball. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You've built a shrine to Rick Pitino in your basement. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You can read about Rick Pitino in at least three different sections of your newspaper. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You think the rest of the world knows what Benedictine spread is. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You think the rest of the world knows what a Hot Brown is. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You have never eaten fish that wasn't fried. You think the whole world puts spaghetti in chili. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You want another bridge built over the Ohio River, just so long as it doesn't cut through YOUR neighborhood. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;You've experienced a "salt storm" after a two-inch snowfall. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisville. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;Get Your Own "You Know You're From" Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>you love me but you dont know who i am.</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T21:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T21:35:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My valentine... Every thing was so simple, and now i just feel bad for him because i cant explain whats wrong or whats going on in my crazy head.&amp;nbsp; I feel so bad because he dosent deserve this at all i cant help it though, i dont care about what has happend in my past or how many times he tells me its ok, its not. tell me you&lt;a href="" title="More Info..."&gt;&lt;a href="" title="More Info..."&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, i dont know what that is, i am so confused, i am sorry to be like this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/scripts/editPhotos.fcgi?action=showMyPhoto&amp;amp;albumID=274674730&amp;amp;photoID=274674955&amp;amp;security=VCBCOG"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="" src="http://thumb5.webshots.com/t/18/19/7/49/55/274674955VCBCOG_th.jpg" width="100" border="0" name="photo_274674955"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How i feel right now? I think J.M. wrote this song for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I know a girl&lt;br&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br&gt;But she's just like a maze&lt;br&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;br&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br&gt;Daughters will&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a title="More Info..." href=""&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="" title="More Info..."&gt;&lt;a href="" title="More Info..."&gt;&lt;a href="" title="More Info..."&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;like you do&lt;br&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;br&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br&gt;Now she's left&lt;br&gt;Cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;br&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br&gt;But boys would be gone without the warmth from&lt;br&gt;A womans good, good heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;br&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;

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You have a total boy brain

Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts

And while your emotions do sway you sometimes...

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&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;
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    <title>phoenix_forever @ 2005-02-17T00:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-17T06:33:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-17T06:33:41Z</updated>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1971  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart.&lt;a href="" title="More Info..."&gt; Love,&lt;/a&gt; peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearbelongquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>My LJ SUCKS</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T06:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T06:44:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is pissing me off that it wont let me do rich text. Suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is really scarey, now i am starting to remember why i dont have boy friends. It freaks me out, and my head gets all confused and i cant think straight. I start thinking about missing out, that isnt normal. You should want to be with that person, and only that person. I do... but i dont. I do LUV him, but at the same time i cant stop thinking that i am missing out, that is just not fair to him, i feel bad... i am not a great girl to get involved with, atleaste i warned him. I told him to stop liking me before its too late. I have never had a boyfriend and its all i have wanted, but now i think about it... I dont. The fact that i even question it is a sign, but i dont know if my heart could be with out him. (I am selfish i want them to want me, and then i can hurt them. (it sounds like after reading this.)God, why am i like this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: STOP GETTING DRUNK AND WRITTING ENTREES, LOSER! 1 too many cups of wine = bad bad LJ</content>
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    <title>valentines day</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T08:12:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T08:12:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel like i want to be with him forever...</content>
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    <title>?</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T09:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T09:05:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It sucks being in a predicament. So its valentines day and yeah i like ryan. But the other is still heavy in my heart, mind, soul. As much as my friends hate it and idcourage it i cant help it, he is in my heart of hearts, i swear i love him. He is in my mind when i sleep when i wake up, he makes me wanna work harder to be better, i love him. Yet at the same time i dont know what love is, i dont even believe in it. How can i love someone when i dont even believe it is possible, we fit perfectly together and when others try to date me they dont compare, and when i try to move on i hear a song or he will leave a message, my heart is no longer existant because he took it, it broke with all his promises and lies. So how do i tell someone who "is scared to live a day with out me" that i still have feeling for some one elese? He has my heart and until i get it back no one elese can have any part of it.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>thats what i get for loving him...</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T08:03:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T08:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061578860_CWINDOWSDesktopwine2.jpg" border="0" alt="Wine"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Alcoholic%20Drink%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheetah news</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T14:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T14:00:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The last few weeks have been kinda crazy, i will admit it. I feel like i dont even go to school because i barely have class. Last semister i hung out with my big a lot and now i hang out with my cheetahs and have been having a blast. Even walmart turns into a crazy event. I quit smoking yesterday, i feel like today will make me or break me, haha. I am probably the leaste healthy&amp;nbsp;person on earth.&amp;nbsp;Eatting...&amp;nbsp;unfortantly i am the kind of glutton who gets a&amp;nbsp;bag of cookies and in&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;few hours wonder " Who ate my cookies?" Being the only&amp;nbsp;one in the room. So&amp;nbsp;i just need to&amp;nbsp;stop that, because i&amp;nbsp;feel like ass in the morning, and you cant even imagine what my ass feels like literally...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;So i am kinda dating this guy, once again i am in a situation where its basically up to&amp;nbsp;how long i&amp;nbsp;can hold up till i get freaked out. I like him, its&amp;nbsp;just i&amp;nbsp;start dating some one&amp;nbsp;and we are like unseperable for&amp;nbsp;days and then i&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;freaked out because we do the whole married couple thing. Which I CANT DO! you&amp;nbsp;know when they start dropping the "W" bomb, things are like "we need to quit."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then when i get this really weird feeling he will do something like go out of his way to make me feel good, or tell me i am pretty or that i worry to much. Maybe nice guys really do finish last? I suck he is amazing and talented, he has a full ride for god sakes. So why do i like hard to get&amp;nbsp;ass holes, who arent going anywhere in life and&amp;nbsp;make me cry...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;GREATEST THING HAPPEND TO ME...........&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;At the game on saturday the folks drove down, yeah my dad on his crutches. We went out to eat and then i went back to the dorm to drink with my roomie and meet the rest of them at the game. Well, i got a call and was asked to take the scholarship shot for a semister of free tutition, i said "no" and continued to drink, but my sister insisted i go. There was only one catch i had to be there in one minute, so me wearing my boots and a skirt sprinted to Diddle Arena, still outta breath they gave me a red shirt, and started to inform me about what i was doing. Conviently, the guy who was giving me the rules is one of bryans fraturanty bros from louisville. Who keeps adding things inbetween like " How is satori? Would you all ever get back together? You should really call him? I loved seeing you wrestle some one in our chapter room!" Talk about a small world! I was informed to 1.) dont dribble the ball 2.) Stand at the 3 pt line 3) I was the only contestant 4.) i only got one shot.&amp;nbsp;Then i was asked if i was nervous and i&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;"no i have nothing to lose but i feel like i am living in an eminem song!"&amp;nbsp;The next thing you know i was on the court surrounded by wku fans, this happend so fast. I saw myself on the big screen, my sister taking pictures by the goal. The Ford funiture people by the door were yelling "we want to give you a scholar ship take our money!" I was standing there, and IT WENT IN! &lt;font size="4"&gt;IT ACTUALLY WENT IN! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I dont remember shooting it, it must have been God. Pure shock, 100 % pure shock. My jaw just dropped and the whole stadium was cheering, you would think no one would care but they were going crazy. My sister ran the floor and hugged me and i almost cried. The best thing is that my parents were there, my lil old dad on his crutches and my shirinking mom by his side, they were there to see it. That has been a weight off my shoulders. My dad is still recovering, been unemployed for 2 years.&amp;nbsp; My sister who went into college with 17 hours has always been held over my head, and now i get a free semister of tution, couldnt have been happier. I got to be a celebrity all night, people yelling out of their cars,little kids to old men and women were shaking my hand and congradulating me. Apparently i am the first girl to ever make that shot! It is really one of the best things to ever happen to&amp;nbsp;me, my family really needed this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>these are great</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T07:20:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T07:20:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spacefem.com/boyfriend/4.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;No! Isn't that awesome? Yay you! You've won the quiz and will be just fine as your tough woman self.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="middle"&gt;&lt;span class="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Congratulations, you are Secretly Evil!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>phoenix_forever @ 2005-02-07T01:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T07:23:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T07:23:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/militantfeminist/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/militantfeminist/03.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm getting there.  I don't suck, but I've got a ways to go.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>phoenix_forever @ 2005-01-30T02:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T09:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T09:26:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Whatever happend to people meaning what they say? I swear i am never going out again,&amp;nbsp;my buddy called and i was going to meet&amp;nbsp;up with him. (I was all by myself because i got to have a role in a film and it lasted till 12:30, so not only tired and looking like hell, i have no friends with me.) Boys, the thing that&amp;nbsp;stresses me out, i think i need to get them all out of my life, they ruin everything.&amp;nbsp;If you are friends they start to like you and kill the friendship, or&amp;nbsp;they lead you&amp;nbsp;on so you start to like them and then its just weird, but if you date them they&amp;nbsp;will dick you over.. nice!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"put up or shut up." Honestly, I love hearing "i want a girl friend, your such a cool girl..." followed by him flirting with me and then looking over my shoulder seeing him with another girl. You know its brilliant,&amp;nbsp;abuse a friendship. It sucks being some ones friend because then you care about them in a certain way it not just like a &lt;font size="5"&gt;"fling",&lt;/font&gt; so when they disapoint you sux that you gave them the chance to let you down. Thanks for the unfaithful talks and advice, thanks for making me smile when i was sad, because it was all fake. One "friend" in particualar is so great taste in music, smart, deep, great style, cute, tan, i had held him on another level after talking to him about relationships and why we do what we do, and it kills me that everything he said... he didnt mean obviously. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is sad is the negitive attention, ( I hate it) yeah alright i admit it i have gained alot of weight&amp;nbsp;and its gone to my ass and thighs... i heard.&amp;nbsp;"Yeah she has a great body though"&amp;nbsp;Coming from behind me in a low voice, a group of guys i HAD respect for,&amp;nbsp;i pretended that i didnt hear them. That makes me sick, please look at me like i am a piece of meat...oh better off... ASS. I did get some complements, and that is the thing... simple things in life does it for me. Like complements, mannors, respect. Which sounds sooo my mom, but honestly if you let them treat&amp;nbsp;me like trash, then its ok. And NO its not ok. Dont Rub my back, TRY TO KISS ME, be disrespectful, or any thing elese sneaky... because i am better than that, and if they dont like it FUCK OFF. I am not a dumb bitch, GOD knows there are way too many who are and way too many that try to be...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Get on my level, i am done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The highlight of the night, would have to be trying to help others get a ride, and i got left in the process. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;WKU wednesday 7:30 MMTH... See the film i was in&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>phoenix_forever @ 2005-01-29T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T23:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T23:43:57Z</updated>
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    <title>good morning</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T19:35:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T19:35:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I woke up in the cave this morning. Tonight if i go out, i am handcuffing myself to my peoples because i like to wonder off by myself and get into bad situations. I loved seeing my KD ladies out, especially Jessie, Elane, and Alli. I feel like i havent seen any of them in forever, even just sitting and talking they are fun! So i need to thank Danielle for saving me from crazy people! 2 guys who were my friends yesterday turned all "i need to talk to you" on me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;WHY do BOYS pour their heart out to you when they are drunk? I HATE IT! (JUST DONT do it!Avoid the embarrisment!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Imagine you are at a party, having a good time with your friends and there is a guy who tells you " I need to talk to you, I care about you so much i just dont understand...." How do you answer that. I have never had a boyfriend for reasons like this, guys are psycho! TRY to&amp;nbsp;Date me dont try to Confess your love or whatever.&amp;nbsp;He tried to kiss me, actually he did&amp;nbsp;kiss me and i pushed him&amp;nbsp;off.&amp;nbsp;He is a nice guy, he is really and i dont want to sound like a snob but i am not attracted to him...at all. So is that&amp;nbsp;the reason i dont&amp;nbsp;like him? I just want to tell him, lets just be friends but i feel bad! I got a voice mail today that said &lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"you must be in your dorm, i am calling you, you didnt pick up... have a nice life."&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Are you serious??? It drives me crazy, are there any guys out there that are just normal? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am gonna say on average about 9 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;% of the guys at a party are&amp;nbsp;normal.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a party foul!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Insominac</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T06:56:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T06:56:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thats right, i am turning into an insomniac. The only thing&amp;nbsp;i like about being an insomniac is that no one elese is awake, its&amp;nbsp;quite, and i dont have to stop and talk to people i can just think.&amp;nbsp;I cant sleep and i dont want to, call it procrastination or laziness, I CANT DO HOME WORK. It just isnt a part of my life, i have always been taught to get around it, or talk my way out of it. Maybe it was&amp;nbsp;because i&amp;nbsp;started to think of him, again. I had a wild&amp;nbsp;weekend, I even broke into a private Bosnian partie that i&amp;nbsp;didnt know any one and had an awsome time!&amp;nbsp;I still managed to hope that maybe i would see him, maybe everything could go back to how it should be...&amp;nbsp; I just want to have guys for friends, but that how it starts, and i cant stop wondering "i wonder if he is a good kisser?" Its down hill from there. The guys i have crushes on, i usually end up making out with them, and then the fun and the crush is over.</content>
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    <title>Like the worst day of my life, what do you think?</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T05:13:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T05:15:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Favorite desease</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Awesome Job Lauren, way to inconvience your friends, waste their time, and disapoint them. i hate spring break travel.com! DONT GO WITH THEM! i worked so hard and now i feel so bad for making my friends go though all of it, and makeing sure they knew i had everything under control, i thought i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things that rocked today:&lt;br /&gt;*11 am class&lt;br /&gt;*15 degrees outside&lt;br /&gt;*i lost my big red ear warmer&lt;br /&gt;*My dad yelling at me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;*For an acting class i had to make a scene in public (it was fun) but every one thinks i have been dating Gregory, a 7 ft black man for 2 years. We made a scene on campus, even the lawn people stopped to watch.&lt;br /&gt;*SB after math&lt;br /&gt;*KD meeting&lt;br /&gt;* One girl got a passport and spent all this money and i feel really bad about it!&lt;br /&gt;*Bindge Eatting out of frustration&lt;br /&gt;* i quit life man</content>
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    <title>i have to quit drinking.</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T22:12:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T22:12:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mario</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/Laurenfarmer/2nd%20Semister/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;I have way too much fun in the dorm. Shannon and i are sooo getting kicked out. This is the night they rolled down the hill and shannon broke out in a rash. The past few days i have had a blast with my sisters, I am so proud of myself for not kissing any one and i have shacked for the past few days! I love being a bitch!</content>
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