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  <title>&quot;She did what?!&quot;</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:23:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>voidcoupon</author>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I can no longer be friends with Jathan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought he was cool. I thought he was kidding when he complimented me or said things like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aythanja ownzay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(8:14:49&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;I mean, would you cheat on connor with me, if it meant constant praise and attention?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then I started to think that maybe he was serious..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #4a9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amply automaticc&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:00:30&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;blah i don&apos;t have a cute face. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;everyone else is so much prettier.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aythanja ownzay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:01:59&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;not true&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #4a9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amply automaticc&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:01:44&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;i think so..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aythanja ownzay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:03:12&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;i dont, otherwise, why would i ask you to cheat on connor with me when i know you love him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;And it turns out...he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aythanja ownzay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:05:26&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;just do me the favor of thinking about it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #4a9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amply automaticc&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:04:49&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;i&apos;m really not sure what you want me to think about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT: 12px Arial; COLOR: #0052a3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aythanja ownzay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:06:01&amp;nbsp;PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;me&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;just consider it for a few minutes, honest thinking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;So today&apos;s the day that I set everything right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;I wrote him a mean note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;His brother&apos;s going to get it to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;and I&apos;m ex-communicating Jathan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;I love Connor. I don&apos;t want anyone on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;And no one deserves to be cheated on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color:transparent&quot;&gt;Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Blue Carolina- Alkaline Trio</media:title>
  <lj:music>Blue Carolina- Alkaline Trio</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>uncomfortable</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 20:39:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>voidcoupon</author>
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  <description>Jacob and I got in a fight today.&lt;br /&gt;He hit me today for no reason, and I finally had enough.&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s always doing shit to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He won&apos;t acknowledge me in the hall. He makes fun of me constantly. He blows off our weekend plans.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m always trying to help him when he is sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t feel like I deserve the crap I get back.&lt;br /&gt;So I got upset, and he tried to tell me that he loved me, cared about me, and that I was his sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;But I don&apos;t think he meant it at all.&lt;br /&gt;So now I&apos;m really upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sam is confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;He says things like, &quot;I hope you&apos;re not cheating on me with anyone&quot; and that he&apos;d marry me, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;And while I like the attention, I don&apos;t know if he&apos;s kidding or not.&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys act like they are in love with a girl?</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Oh No - Ludacris</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 23:31:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Tomorrow is Tyler and my [would be] 2 year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I wasn&apos;t going to be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&apos;t even thinking about it- I was more counting down the days till Connor and my 7 month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I know it&apos;s bothering him, I feel a little upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me doesn&apos;t want to forgive him for the things that happened- he told me no one would love me unconditionally. He made me feel guilty for being sad. He threatened to hurt my rabbit. And I only remember being told I was pretty or beautiful twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I&apos;m not in love with him anymore, I still care about him. I don&apos;t want him to feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can&apos;t reach out to him. Because honestly, I&apos;m still hurt. I can&apos;t look at him and think nice things. And I feel guilty for that...&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was a big part of my life for a while, we can&apos;t undo things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don&apos;t want him to be upset.</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">So What- Metallica</media:title>
  <lj:music>So What- Metallica</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 22:45:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Soooo. &lt;br /&gt;Someone stole my iPod today. &lt;br /&gt;[Which is totally lame, because I never have my bag more than 10 feet away from me.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I flipped out. &lt;br /&gt;Music is my life. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s my alarm clock when I wake up. &lt;br /&gt;I listen to it on the way to school. &lt;br /&gt;I listen to my iPod afterschool. &lt;br /&gt;I listen to it while doing homework. &lt;br /&gt;And I listen to music before I go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with Connor when I realized it was gone, and I started crying. &lt;br /&gt;And I remember apologizing to him over and over again, like I always do when I&apos;m sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFESSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I secretly feel guilty when I tell Connor I&apos;m sad.&lt;br /&gt;And I know why.&lt;br /&gt;In my last relationship, I remember feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;And it got to the point where instead of, &quot;What&apos;s wrong, Cara?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend, &quot;God. What is it this time?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get upset easily. I can&apos;t help it.&lt;br /&gt;But what he did just made me feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve told Connor that I feel guilty, and I&apos;ve told Connor about him.&lt;br /&gt;And he keeps reminding me, &quot;But I&apos;m not him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can&apos;t help it.&lt;br /&gt;What happened really screwed me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m scared of telling Connor what&apos;s wrong, because I&apos;m scared I will be rejected, or just put aside...&lt;br /&gt;like I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m not mad at him..&lt;br /&gt;I just.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he understood that because of how he handled me..&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t let some things go.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Drown- The Smashing Pumpkins</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 01:52:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Connor&apos;s not doing his work at school, so his mom called me three times last week explaining that she didn&apos;t want him on the phone during the week, and he knows he&apos;s not allowed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was on the phone with him and he asked for me to call him while he&apos;s at his mom&apos;s house...and I said no, because I didn&apos;t wanna just seem like I was disregaurding everything his mom said.I think he&apos;s upset with me. But I have no idea, because he can&apos;t use phone or internet until Wednesday when he&apos;s at his dad&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;ve been stressing since last night trying to figure out if he&apos;s mad, upset, sad,etc at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can&apos;t take everyone&apos;s problems. I don&apos;t mind hearing why one person&apos;s upset because I really care. But then my other friends are piling their problems on me and there&apos;s nothing I can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m so fucking overwhelmed right now I don&apos;t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I just don&apos;t know what to do...I just want to cry because once I do that, I&apos;m done with all my bad emotions, but it&apos;s gotten so bad that I can&apos;t even do that...so I feel trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless. Because all I can do is pass out cookies to my sad friends and say &quot;I&apos;m sorry&quot; and that really gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;And what bugs me the most is that I feel like no one fucking cares...Whenever I&apos;m upset about something and I tell my story to my friends, it&apos;s like &quot;Oh. I&apos;m sorry. But atleast blahblahblah didn&apos;t happen to you&quot; and they talk about their problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I felt like people were as good a friend to me as I am to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d really like to just lean on someone&apos;s shoulder and just let all this shitty stuff out..but the only person I trust with that is Connor...and he&apos;s the only person I can&apos;t get to..</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Still Fighting It- Ben Folds</media:title>
  <lj:music>Still Fighting It- Ben Folds</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 11:57:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This probably sounds horrible:&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m skeptical of Josh and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re both people who I would question their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden, they&apos;re both going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s rediculous that it matters this much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna know..</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2007 13:22:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yesterday was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Real nice.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor came over at noon. We made little figures out of clay.&lt;br /&gt;He made a crackhead (which he painted blue) and I made a turtle and some hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we watched Stranger Than Fiction. It&apos;s not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Danielle came over! &lt;br /&gt;So then, Danielle, Derek, Connor, and I made tennis and ping pong ball bombs for Bryce&apos;s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[It was amazing. I&apos;ll have to post the video later.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, Connor and I got popsicles. And he made a graph and program on my calculator that said, &quot;Connor loves Cara&quot; cuz we&apos;re dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just feel so lame trying to explain my day. Because it was so much more than popsicles, bombs, and clay.  Every moment that I spend with Connor is so utterly priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;I really do...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:24:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I know my life could be a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn&apos;t change that this bugs the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor didn&apos;t get good grades on his progress report.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m the one that&apos;s being punished for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast that&apos;s how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can&apos;t talk on the phone during the week anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t talked to him since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;And to do that, I had to make cookies and drop them off at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn&apos;t fair.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like I only have a boyfriend 2 out 7 days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:38:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...I really am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no intention of actually hurting you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 21:24:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>voidcoupon</author>
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  <description>I can&apos;t eat the four boxes of Girl Scout cookies I ordered for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Reba and I are going to lose weight together.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to lose 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;ll bring me down to 115 pounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I don&apos;t need to lose weight, but I can pick up on the things people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan said to me, &quot;Well you know, Connor doesn&apos;t care.&quot; as though there is something to care about in my weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not happy with my body...no one else is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes nothing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 00:05:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Everyone keeps teasing me about the party on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t dance a lot because Connor doesn&apos;t like to. So I sat on a couch with him most of the time, because I didn&apos;t want to leave him by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we kissed a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, it drew attention; there were tons of people just popping up and giggling. &lt;br /&gt;But now I can&apos;t even count the number of times someone came up to me today and said, &quot;You and Connor looked like you enjoyed yourselves.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so rude and embarassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will even told the whole math class that I did &quot;recreational dancing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it bugs me so much because people don&apos;t think when they say the things they do.&lt;br /&gt;I know better than to say things like that, because I care about others&apos; feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish people would do the same for me.</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Ben Folds- Selfless, Cold and Composed</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:10:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I love Valentine&apos;s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to pass out my Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;Liz N made me an amazing picture that I love very much. :]&lt;br /&gt;My brother got me a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, afterschool, Connor came over.&lt;br /&gt;He got me three red roses and a card with an octopus on it(!)&lt;br /&gt;And I made him a framed picture of us and got him toaster strudel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I convinced him to trade hoodies with me, so I have an amazing smelling jacket for a week. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so excited.&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s just perfect.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 21:29:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so excited about valentine&apos;s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Connor, and I get to hand out valentines to people who care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means finally this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not giving one to Malikah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 23:42:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I hate feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you&apos;ve been acting upset towards me.&lt;br /&gt;Did I do anything wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please, you can be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malikah:&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that a lot of people r very tired of u.&lt;br /&gt;Im not really cuz I dont think u realize it,&lt;br /&gt;and I TRY to tell you so you know.&lt;br /&gt;But you CANNOT crack emo jokes with Ashley there becuz she ACTUALLY is and is stupid and over moody when you say those things.&lt;br /&gt;You have been breaking dress code, becuz even tho your arms touch your skirts and shorts, u have a butt.&lt;br /&gt;So you &quot;appear&quot; a smidge trampish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna be mean and say it wrong tho...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i mean it in a constructive,&lt;br /&gt;I love you but you need to know way,&lt;br /&gt;not a Stop it whore way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz ure not a whore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;ilu. for serious. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I made fun of emos in 5th period. There&apos;s a girl in my class that literally declares she&apos;s goth and emo. &lt;br /&gt;She got upset when we did a unit on Christianity, and gets upset when people talk about emo music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the point of this is that I just want to know who&apos;s tired of me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess...I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know who is my friend, and who&apos;s not.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to waste time talking to people who talk about me behind my back.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 12:17:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Connor&apos;s last night.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;He convinced me to let him give me a piggy back ride.&lt;br /&gt;[I&apos;m scared of those because everytime Malikah gives me one, she drops me.]&lt;br /&gt;But he didn&apos;t drop me.&lt;br /&gt;And he walked up and down the stairs with me.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;He makes me melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. COLTS WON!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m excited. I get to wear my autographed Colts hat today.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it&apos;s hella old.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 02:02:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I always pick the wrong days to wear skirts/ dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But atleast I looked cute today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.; yesterday with Connor is still blowing my mind.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 02:36:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I know I usually only update when I&apos;m at a high...or a low.&lt;br /&gt;But today&apos;s a high. Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is AMAZING. &lt;br /&gt;He came over today, and I&apos;ve grown to love Sundays, because I see him everyday week on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We snuggled (^_^!) on my bed and watched Anchorman.&lt;br /&gt;He would tease me everytime I said something was my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept pulling my dress up (I had leggings!) and kissing my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I said I didn&apos;t like my tummy, he would say, &quot;You have a perfect little tummy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me sit on him and I even convinced him to let me tickle him under his ribs.&lt;br /&gt;Mehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is..he tells me he loves me. And he tells me I&apos;m wonderful. And beautiful. And perfect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he let me hold onto him all the way home....&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;:]</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 21:54:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mentally ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s so much going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle has told my dad that because of his unemployment for the past year, he has let down the whole family. I don&apos;t understand why anyone would be anything other than supportive in this particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my braces. I&apos;ve gotten chains and wires and rubber bands. They make me feel so self-conscience. I feel like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate my body.  I wish I had the willpower to starve myself as much as others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just not happy, and I don&apos;t know why. When I was in school today, I just wanted people to stop talking to me. And I swore to myself that the minute I got home, I would go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven&apos;t been able to sleep. I keep tosing and turning at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve had good grades, though. 98 on my English exam, 94 on the Math exam. 96 on Earth/Enviromental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I don&apos;t even deserve all the success and happiness I have in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don&apos;t deserve Connor...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 02:47:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my dad got fed up after working with my computer for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left this morning saying that he was going to get a new part for my computer,&lt;br /&gt;but then came back with a new computer/monitor/printer set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen&apos;s flat and has a blue button that glows when it&apos;s on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my keyboard is taco-gunk free.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s almost like my finger have no traction though, because it doesn&apos;t have sticky pop on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s 18129381 times faster than my old computer.&lt;br /&gt;Importing CDs used to take me 20 minutes per disc.&lt;br /&gt;But I got 18 discs done in 3 hours on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 02:26:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Okay so...this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[+]Sarah F slept over Saturday. Sometimes, we don&apos;t agree on things, but we had lotsa fun. We pigged out on every food imaginable, and we watched scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;[+] And I didn&apos;t freak out about the movies, either.&lt;br /&gt;[++++++++]Connor came over Sunday. We watched Little Miss Sunshine, my favorite movie right now. Before we had to take him home, I wrote a note that said &quot;Connor is my favorite boy in the whole world, and I wouldn&apos;t trade him for anything.&quot; And so then, when we got to his house, I slipped it in his pocket. :D He said he liked it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[+] Ahmad and I hung out on Monday. We made cookies, watched Little Miss Sunshine (heh..) and Stay Alive. And he taught me a song on bass. &lt;br /&gt;[+] I caught Demetri Martin&apos;s stand up on Comedy Central. He is the funniest since Mitch Hedburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd this week...so far.&lt;br /&gt;[+] We started Vivaldi (The Four Seasons) in orchestra. So I took my violin home. And I practiced a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[-]Mr.Gibson wanted us to have learned the first part at a slow tempo. So we played it as a group once. But then he decided that no one had done their work, so we had to play individually. I have the worst case of stage fright. &lt;br /&gt;[-]So I blew it.&lt;br /&gt;[+] My dad installed a ton of new stuff onto my computer. He switched my 20 gig hard drive with a 120 gig. And he got me a CD and DVD burner/ reader. And he got my music organized into one place.&lt;br /&gt;[-------] Except he lost my Red Hot Chili Peppers. And my Audioslave. And my CKY. And my Ben Folds. And my iPod got all screwed up with iTunes. So I had to re-import everything. And get my album art back. And now that I got most of my 2000 songs together, my iPod is only syncing about 150 songs, even when I made sure it&apos;s supossed to sync all my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Grr. Grr. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.&lt;br /&gt;[-] I&apos;m putting off my World History homework.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 12:17:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>To people in a relationship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten weird vibes from the other person, but then have it turn out okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 23:22:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I used to really like my butt. &lt;br /&gt;But not so much anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some white sweatpants. They&apos;re comfy, so I wore them to school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get comments like, &quot;Oh my God, Cara. You never told me you had a black girl booty.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;And I get, &quot;GEEZ. No wonder Connor goes out with you.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess people are expecting me to say thanks..but it upsets me. &lt;br /&gt;Two reasons why.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;It makes me different.&lt;/strong&gt; All the girls at the school are just skin and bones. Not me. I&apos;m different. That just gives people more things to pick on, because people are picked on because they&apos;re different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;It makes me feel objectified.&lt;/strong&gt; I&apos;d like to think that Connor goes out with me because he likes the person I am..not because I have &quot;a nice ass.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.. &lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling so self-conscious. &lt;br /&gt;The one physical feature that I thought I had going for me...&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m starting to hate. &lt;br /&gt;I just hate my body.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 23:43:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>UGH MILAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shenanigans made me forget to staple an evaulation sheet to my article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there&apos;s not a place for people to tell me how wonderful a job I did on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll get you back.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 12:22:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I saw Danielleo tangello mellow fellow jello :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did the penguin dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week is now complete.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 13:23:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from Indiana Wednesday night. I hadn&apos;t really talked to Connor since I had left, so I called him last night. &lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, his best friend, John was there.&lt;br /&gt;John and I aren&apos;t enemies or anything, but everything he does upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says things like &quot;Cara rapes puppies,&quot; and &quot;Ugh stupid gingers,&quot; and &quot;Who goes to Magnet schools? They&apos;re so retarded.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;And Connor just lets him say things like that.&lt;br /&gt;So I get upset and tell John to stop, and they&apos;re both just like, &quot;We were just kidding. We never mean anything we say, John just says stupid stuff all the time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And then John just keeps at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor just changes so much when he&apos;s with John, and it really bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;John left the room while we were on the phone, and suddenly, Connor was all, &quot;Cara, are you sad? I love you.&quot;...And then John came back, and they were at it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be friends with John, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;m sure he thinks I&apos;m a killjoy because I don&apos;t like his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[ And I wanted to just have a real conversation with Connor last night...because I miss him so much. But it ended up just being 64 minutes of listening to him and John...which resulted in John saying, &quot;Geez, you guys aren&apos;t a good couple. You don&apos;t talk enough.&quot;</description>
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