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  <title>Let me feel what spring is like on...Jupiter and Mars</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2006 21:26:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well, Watson...!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>I know you all don&apos;t really want to read this, but I can&apos;t help it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sami is basically the most adorable boy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole elaborate scheme involving SHERLOCK HOLMES, Saturday night, easter eggs...*sigh * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so lucky?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do all realize I love Sherlock Holmes, right? And that in 6th grade or something I read a 1000+ page book of stories about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...it so happens that the play Sherlock Holmes is at the Rep, AND that I have the sweetest imaginable boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;m going to die of giddiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Sami you&apos;re going to read this and think I&apos;m a dork :P. I&apos;m not THAT much of one, I swear! I&apos;m just happy! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here&apos;s some lyrics from Jillian&apos;s kick-ass mix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we sing&lt;br /&gt;I hear another devil dies&lt;br /&gt;When that bell rings&lt;br /&gt;An angel gets its wings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is not exactly happy but super pretty so I won&apos;t include it. Haha. And I don&apos;t want to tax you all with unnecessary lyrics!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 04:28:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*ahem*</title>
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  <description>I SOO love Mock Anything. And the quotes of the night that I can remember right now are...: &lt;br /&gt;(Z,S, and D talking about Z&apos;s gayness):&lt;br /&gt;S: He&apos;s like a teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;D: But taller and skinnier&lt;br /&gt;Z: And queer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sami: He smokes. Hott. &lt;br /&gt;Me: He&apos;s smokin&apos; hot! &lt;br /&gt;(I&apos;m so lame it&apos;s amazing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (writing a note to Sami): !!!! That guy&apos;s last name is Moriarty, which is the last name of Sherlock Holmes&apos; archnemesis. That&apos;s kickass!&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, I loved Sherlock Holmes when I was little. So yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No taxation without representation!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything Jieliang said about Jon Bassen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why is everybody forgetting about the fish? We can&apos;t forget the fish!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr. Heidmann ran a red light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahha! AND I saw the girl who crossed me during the championship round at regionals, THAT was only a little awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok you guys, so existentialism or politics? After tonight I&apos;m leaning towards politics (and it&apos;s cheaper...) but I don&apos;t know yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ho hum. Love is in the air, and I feel left out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OH! OH! I found us all a new friend! Erm, kind of. His name is Marty somecrazylastname. Anywho...he&apos;s sick of his school with it&apos;s conservative republicans and wants to switch to SHS/hang out with us all sometime. Sami knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, I&apos;m done. This has been Hope&apos;s random post! Whoot!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 00:40:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Taurus Revolver</title>
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  <description>Merry Christmas everyone!Or Happy Holidays, whatever.  I hope you all have lots of fun and get amazing presents and just have lots of good cheer!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, yeah, and the reason I&apos;m randomly updating this is because I don&apos;t have time to email all of you seperately, since who knows when Jasmin is going to get home/it&apos;s Christmas Eve and I should technically be bonding with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let&apos;s start with when I was on the train. I DON&apos;T LIKE TRAINS SO MUCH ANYMORE. Aaah. First, we had to wait in the Chicago Train Station for about 3 hours, which wasn&apos;t so bad except that it was really busy, and ugly (last time I was there Tropicana ads were EVERYWHERE so it was very upbeat and orange, but this time they were all replaced with Chase ads, which were just...boring and blue) and some weird woman started talking to me and Beth about how we were going to be pickpocketed. Um, except our money was in all of our bags. Psh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OH. And the waiting area for the train is cramped and REALLY ugly and was just depressing, and our train was 30 minutes late. And I became really confused by this giant group of people wearing bonnets...well,the women were all wearing bonnets. And dresses. But then they were wearing sketchers shoes, and going on a train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once Beth and I got on the train, there was, of course, a family with two toddler boys sitting in front of us. Aaah! Throughout the 10 or so hours we were travelling with them they had all kind of drama, such as the little boys screaming for their mom or just crying or...aah I don&apos;t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which is why I LOVE my mini-ipod. Marilyn, thank you so so so so so sooo much! Aha, and I listened to the seed song wayy too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AH! And at like 2 in the morning we pick up this man in Topeka who was such a vile jerk, I can&apos;t even explain. He gets on and is ridiculously loud, and keeps telling anybody in the vicinity how, as he said, &quot;I love trains because this is the only time I [he] can sleep next to a woman at two in the morning.&quot; Keep in mind he was talking about ME and Beth, since we were the only females in the distance. Oooh, ew. I made a point of turning at him and glaring at him and very pointedly turning up my ipod, but he probably didn&apos;t catch that. I should have slapped him and yelled something like, &quot;I DON&apos;T DOUBT THIS IS THE ONLY TIME YOU SLEEP NEXT TO A WOMAN, YOU DISGUSTING ASSHOLE. IF YOU TELL THAT JOKE ONE MORE TIME I&apos;LL SUE YOU FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT, SO STOP IT.&quot; Ugggh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the house here is filthy, and this is coming from ME, people. So it&apos;s not like it&apos;s just a little messy and I&apos;m a neat-freak, it&apos;s so bad I&apos;m disgusted. Ha, and Jasmin is in the room, but guess who is refusing to get online? Be proud for my pathetic rebelliousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, so Beth and I got guns for Christmas. Taurus Revolvers, though if that means anything to any of you I&apos;ll be a little scared. Isn&apos;t that...random? My dad wants to make sure we&apos;re always protected, they&apos;re for when we&apos;re older, but it&apos;s like, oh, thanks dad, now I can kill someone. Aah I don&apos;t want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AH I take back anything bad I ever said about Bichon Frises. They&apos;re adorable. Her name is Kiki, she&apos;s like this little hyper...foofy...cotton ball that really loves attention.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ok, I should probably go. I&apos;m alive, I hope you&apos;re all having fun and have a great holiday and everything, I&apos;m super happy that Harry&apos;s home (even if I&apos;m not) and, um yeah. I LOVE YOU ALL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And does anyone understand how boys can be so incredibly sweet and yet infuriating? I don&apos;t.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 21:21:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My new (and improved) schedule!</title>
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  <description>Well, as some of you know, I had Asian, European, AND American in one semester. Since I didn&apos;t want to try to handle that, I got my schedule switched around (thank you Hook!) Now, this is my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st Semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 hour Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;French 3&lt;br /&gt;Performance Speech&lt;br /&gt;Team Concepts with Peterson&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;European Studies&lt;br /&gt;Math 3 with Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 hour chemistry&lt;br /&gt;American Literature&lt;br /&gt;Copperdome&lt;br /&gt;French 3&lt;br /&gt;MATH 3 WITH MR.KENNEY&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Graphic Art and Design with Mr. Powell&lt;br /&gt;Asian Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that&apos;s it. It&apos;s not that different, but I like it much better.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 14:18:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Schedule!</title>
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  <description>I have my schedule! As does Beth...so...here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Semester&lt;br /&gt;0 hour chem. with Mr. Heidmann&lt;br /&gt;French 3 with Madame Waters&lt;br /&gt;Copperdome&lt;br /&gt;Performance Speach w/ Ms. Gensler&lt;br /&gt;Team Concepts w/ Mr. Peterson (I&apos;m scared of that class...)&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra with Ms. Frink&lt;br /&gt;Graphic Art and Design w/ Mr. Powell&lt;br /&gt;Int. Math 3 with Mrs. Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, second Semester, I have all of my lotsofhomework classes (American Literature, European Studies, and Asian studies all in one semester, I&apos;m going to go off the edge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hour chemistry still&lt;br /&gt;American Literature&lt;br /&gt;Copperdome&lt;br /&gt;French 3&lt;br /&gt;European Studies&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Asian Studies&lt;br /&gt;Int. Math 3 with Mrs. Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that&apos;s it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 01:44:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Test Results</title>
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  <description>Since I sit around online all day, I might as well post results for quizzes I take...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;color: black; background: #dddddd&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; width=&quot;270&quot;&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;color: black; background: #eeeeee&quot;&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Big Five Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt; (42%) moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and private.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Accommodation&lt;/b&gt; (60%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly kind natured, trusting, and helpful at the expense of your own individual development (martyr complex).&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (38%) moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, random, scattered, and fun seeking at the expense of structure, reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/b&gt; (42%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Inquisitiveness&lt;/b&gt; (60%) moderately high which suggests you are intellectual, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://similarminds.com/big5.html&quot;&gt;Take Free Big Five Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://similarminds.com&quot;&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 00:27:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>When I get home...</title>
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  <description>This is going to be a REALLY short entry, I know you&apos;re all celebrating since that means it won&apos;t be like my last one and crazy long! But, anyways. I&apos;ve found out the date that I&apos;m getting home...August 14th. So far away...ugh. I&apos;ll add more to this later, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh,and I saw my cousin Emma! She&apos;s so awesome, I love her. And I got a scarf, a wallet, and three shirts from going to garage sales with my grandmother...oh, and shoes! All of that for the price of...$2.50. Oh yes, life is good. It&apos;s tradition, maybe I&apos;ll explain later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And my grandmother gave all of us lots of earrings, just because I don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll wear some of it doesn&apos;t mean I&apos;m not glad to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Umm...and what else. My other cousin, Madeline, had her baby on Marilyn&apos;s birthday, July 20th. It&apos;s a girl, she&apos;s being adopted by this really sweet British couple who live in London and already have a son that they adopted, he&apos;s two and his name is Fynn. And the baby girl&apos;s middle name will be Madeline, and Madeline will go and visit her on her birthday and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love and miss you all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2005 02:47:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My CAR, a cock, and a tornado</title>
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  <description>Hello everyone. I&apos;m obviously safe and sound in Wichita, but I felt like updating, so, well, here I am. Lets see...what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, there&apos;s my CAR! I can&apos;t believe I have a CAR. Yes, I&apos;m going to keep capitalizing CAR. It&apos;s a dark red, kind of maroon. It used to be my grandmothers, but she hasn&apos;t driven it in years. I won&apos;t be able to drive it until I have my license, of course, which will be like January at the very least and March most likely, but, well, I&apos;ll have a car once I have my license. It&apos;s a Chevy Lumina &apos;96, if that means anything to anyone except Nik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here, go to this website: &lt;a href=&quot;http://autojunctioninc.com/carpics/468.jpg&quot;&gt;http://autojunctioninc.com/carpics/468.jpg&lt;/a&gt;. It makes my CAR look really big, but that&apos;s pretty much what it looks like (oh, and that&apos;s not my CAR,it&apos;s just the same model and color. I&apos;m so excited...my mom doesn&apos;t want me to have it, but I don&apos;t have to worry about A. Getting it to Wisconsin and B.If my mom will let me have it until about December. So I have time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Umm, lets see what else. Oh! The cock! So, one day, Beth and I were sitting in a tree. And we look out onto our neighbors yard, and we notice a Bichon Frise and think awh, how cute. But then, we see- a cock! It&apos;s red, and it&apos;s the variety that crows when it sees the sun. Though I never hear it then...maybe they&apos;ve trained it to not crow at the sun? I don&apos;t even know why they have a rooster. He makes a funny noise, it&apos;s not a crowing but it&apos;s a...funny noise. The noise kind of sounds like a dying dog. In fact, I thought it was a whimpering dog or something until I saw the only animal around was the rooster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the subject of dogs: My dog, Molly, who is pureblood beagle, had a puppy that is half beagle, half who knows what. The puppy&apos;s really cute, though she bites anything but her toys and poos anywhere she pleases. And whines amazingly a lot when I don&apos;t let her in my room at night even though I don&apos;t WANT to let her in but the whining is just so annoying...she&apos;s only like 5 weeks old. Umm, to be more descriptive: Brown, with a white sport on her neck, a black line (kind of...it&apos;s hard to explain) down her back, white paws, the tip of her tail is white, a white stomach and she has a white nose. She&apos;s very cute...Jasmin named her Misty, which, well, I had a puppy named Misty in like...2nd grade before Molly but she got hit by a car...not that Jasmin knows that but SURE go and name the puppy Misty. It&apos;s not that cute of a name, either. Thankfully, Jasmin has a Filipino accent so that instead of saying &apos;Misty&apos; she says &apos;Mixty&apos;. Mixty&apos;s sort of a cute name. We think she&apos;s half chocolate lab, but my dog being a whore it&apos;s hard to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way, I love having cable. Even if I can only watch it when Jasmin&apos;s not home, because the TV with cable is in her room...as is the computer. Grrr. She&apos;s not home a lot, though. And she&apos;s better than she has been in years past. Still crazy, though...the only sign is in the bathroom, it&apos;s a sign that says &quot;do not use this towel.&quot; No one knows why we can&apos;t use that towel. But hey, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, Susie came! Susie&apos;s the cleaning lady who comes once a month and is kind of friends with my grandmother, and I love her. She&apos;s hilarious and hates Jasmin like I do. She always makes fun of her...aah wonderful Susie. It&apos;s because of her that I know I&apos;m not just imagining how crazy Jasmin is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My grandmother, as some of you know, had a stroke. So now she&apos;s home, and pretty much confined to bed, and either Beth or I give her a snack at 3:00 or so and...yeah. I never know how to act around her. Because she&apos;ll laugh at funny stuff you tell her, and sometimes can kind of have a conversation, but that doesn&apos;t make it less awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh! The tornado(es). Or, as the tornadoes that were here are called, &apos;gustnadoes&apos;. They&apos;re not powerful enough for Kansans to think of them as tornadoes...though I&apos;m sure if they were ever near Milwaukee everyone would there would think they were full-blown, awful tornados. Seriously, you guys still talk about how there was that tornado warning that one time in like 3rd grade...psh. On July 3rd there were 80 mph winds...and gustnadoes in and around Wichita but not near my home. And I don&apos;t THINK anyone died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ummm, what else. My 4th of July was fun, we set off illegal fireworks and some legal fireworks. Fireworks are fun. My dad LOVES fireworks, so we always get a ton and set off a ton and it&apos;s fun. We set off some really big and really illegal ones, some roman candles, and other stuff which don&apos;t have special names that I know of. Oh, and I found out my other grandmother, not the sick one, used to have a fireworks stand, and her and her children (my mom!) used to run it. I cannot see my mom working at a fireworks stand...some of you all remind me to tell you about my maternal grandmother sometime. She&apos;s kind of amazing, just in that she raised 5 kids by herself living off a TEACHER&apos;s salary, which we all know isn&apos;t a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We saw my other grandmother, she&apos;s good. I haven&apos;t got a hold of my cousins yet, though. There&apos;s my one cousin, Emma, who I love to death and think all of you would like if you ever met her. She kind of has Beth&apos;s sense of humor, and sort of acts like a rebel sometimes, and she&apos;s incredibly nice and I don&apos;t know how she lives with her sister Madeline. She&apos;s our age, tall and blond and she kind of looks like Drew Barrymore...I don&apos;t know how but she does(I think it&apos;s all in the chin...somehow...). Ah, then there&apos;s my other cousin, Madeline. She&apos;s 17, also tall and blond though she doesn&apos;t look like Drew Barrymore but they&apos;re both wonderful and pretty and all that, and I used to like...idolize her. But alas, poor Maddie. She&apos;s pregnant now. She&apos;s due in August. So...what do I say when I call her? I haven&apos;t talked to her since last summer. And Emma&apos;s probably having a hard time of it too. Madeline&apos;s just so...crazy. But I love her. Though it&apos;s kind of funny that I used to idolize her, since we&apos;re like exact opposites. She&apos;s really outgoing and funny and charming, and she doesn&apos;t like school. Meanwhile, I&apos;m rather quiet and I like school and I&apos;m not pregnant. And we look like opposites, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oookay I think that&apos;s about it. I wonder what my sister and Dad are up to...I think I&apos;m going to go find out. I hope you&apos;re all having fun, and...leave a comment!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 21:54:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No way to communicate!</title>
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  <description>So, livejournal appears to be my only way to tell people what all is new (not that anything is but oh well). Why? Well, see, the phone is in my Dad&apos;s room, and Jasmin quit her job so she&apos;s in there all the time. The computer is also in there, but that&apos;s not such a problem because I thankfully brought my laptop! However, for whatever reason I can&apos;t send e-mails from this computer, because trust me I&apos;ve tried. But it doesn&apos;t work for some reason, and whenever I&apos;m on AIM (which I have, yeah, so you all should go on as soon as you can!) no one else is on (except for Harry, once, but we both kept being away). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So this means I&apos;m almost completely out of the loop *gasp*. Which is probably healthy. Nikki, email me all about Mitchell and everything else ( I can read emails but I can&apos;t send them, it&apos;s so weird). Mari email me too (lucky, you&apos;re in Florida with your relatively normal family) and Noelle and Lizzie and anyone and everyone who reads this!  &lt;br /&gt; Umm, what else. Trains are fun! Some memorable quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &quot;Look Beth, a drunk!&quot; (me, pointing to, what else, a drunk in some shipping  yard drinking something out of a brown paper bag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;Everytime you say &apos;I don&apos;t believe in gay people,&apos; a gay person somewhere drops down dead,&quot; (I&apos;m not even completely sure how we got into a conversation that ended like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;Uh-oh, that&apos;s not a Mrs. Goodcookie, that&apos;s a Mrs. Naughtycookie,&quot; (Beth, after I dropped part of a cookie into my crotch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You probably had to be there. I&apos;m really starting to doubt that anyone could come down here and visit me over the summer. I&apos;m sorry, I haven&apos;t asked yet just because I&apos;m pretty sure the answer will be No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ooh, Jasmin. I hate her so much. She has all these ridiculous signs up, and she always gets mad at my dad for things like seeing us and that he has to pay child support. Yeah, sorry? BITCH.  I feel a little bit bad for here. She wants me and Beth to respect her. And we never, ever will. At least she motivates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m sorry, I probably sound like a terrible person but the things she does/says...they need a divorce. Badly. And I think she still wants children? First of all, babies cost $$$$$. My dad is the only one who works and he have supports me and Beth and he supports Jasmin who selfishly consumes everything (the TV that used to be in the livingroom that was all nice and big-ish and worked and that my grandmother watched is now in her room. And my dad doesn&apos;t care about TV&apos;s that much. Oh, and now my dying grandmother has no TV) and my grandmother and himself. Secondly, I don&apos;t think she could handle a child, she can&apos;t even handle a job (and a simple job at that). &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m done with my ranting. More when I get back. Oh, Beth got a bed and we painted it green! (she wanted purple but her room is kind of green, so yeah...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OK, so in short email me and I&apos;ll sort of respond here. Heh. Bye, miss you all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2005 09:22:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Zounds</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s 3:19 AM in the morning, I have school tomorrow, and I&apos;m awake. Eeks? I&apos;m writing this mainly just so that when I read this tomorrow I&apos;ll know that I didn&apos;t just have some crazy dream about falling asleep in my contacts, then waking up and spending 2 or more hours trying to get a contact out of my eye. Maybe it fell out with out me knowing it? I think it must have. Ha. This is funny in a weird way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep during Bio and French, anyways...and math maybe? Well, I don&apos;t think any of my teachers will get really mad at me just this once. I know, I&apos;m sure everyone else has stayed up until who knows when in the morning but I just never thought I&apos;d be up at 3:30 in the morning because of a contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my eye isn&apos;t ruined now, either from a contact being hidden somewhere in there or from me continually prodding it for 2 hours straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow we get out class booklets, but that means that I have to decide something (in 5 days, what classes I want to take). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zounds, gadzooks, wowza, jeepers. Oh, and kooky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m sorry, it&apos;s really late. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow&apos;s Friday though, and we have a 3 day weekend. Of course, Friday night and Saturday are Mock Trial stuff...it&apos;s weird that after having it so obsessively I won&apos;t have it again, at all this year, after Sunday. Jeepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh! And scootrified...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I should get some sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 04:24:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Very well...</title>
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  <description>Well, I&apos;m updating my livejournal. And this time I won&apos;t rant like the person that I am, so...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today I was sort of in a bad mood until I took my American Society test, where it turned out I knew more than I thought. Then, yeah, I was happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom has been really happy lately. Like, I didn&apos;t notice how unhappy she was before until I saw how happy she is lately. Maybe it&apos;s me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have too many emails...always, always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could help people. Don&apos;t you all? Not a psychiatrist help people, because everyone seems to hate psychiatrists, but help everybody, somehow. Like just hug them while they cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can&apos;t be getting the grade I think I&apos;m getting in gym, that must have been a different id number... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jovial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;d say more but my keyboard is loud and I have to get off. Hey, maybe I&apos;ll update again soon or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ve been feeling more like myself, my actual self, not the self that I&apos;ve mainly been this year, lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or, well, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       And yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right...so...bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 02:39:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I had this dream that you were trying to go to Kansas but this evil witch was stopping you...</title>
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  <description>How much can one weekend suck? Let me tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I guess the weekene wasn&apos;t that bad, it&apos;s just not what I would have wished for and I bet it&apos;s going to have repercussions in the form of me being extra self-conscious. Not that I probably don&apos;t deserve it, but it&apos;s not like I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lets see...I told the one person something, another person told me something, and I saw something terrible. That&apos;s about it, I guess. Oh. Well, I saw 2 terrible things. They were both surprises though they shouldn&apos;t have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Owhoohowh...you&apos;ve got the best of my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But no one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is a really random time to update, since usually I don&apos;t want to. Sorry folks. It&apos;s been a weird week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure if the song actually says best of my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I only update this when I&apos;m being a little bit of a drama queen/not really but I shouldn&apos;t feel the way I do so I say I am being one.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2004 22:11:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is only because Jillian REALLY wants to</title>
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  <description>Hello im jillian. i really want to do this dispite hopes maddness. shes not mad. Not for real real just for play play.  anyho my day.  it was nice i guess.  school sux i spell sucks the cool way.  the really cool way.  im haveing fun. i have to swim soon thats not good.   my bed was really confy this morning.  how can you blink for 2 school pictures in a row?  i dunno ask hos sister.  i didnt ghet to tell enough people about the hot guys in madison.  i wanted to tell harry bout them but every time i saw him he looked diffrent.  not just because of his hair diffrent.  anyway  they where hot.  i wanted to take one home with me.  why do i remind m smidt of his mom?  now im wrighting about my emotions.  I am happy that i am not the only one who has dreams about haveing babies those are some scary dreams. no fum.  im happy i get to sleep in.  im sad because i have to leave soon.  so their is your look into the heart of a teenage woman.  i like calling myself a woman.  i love all of you not knowing who all of you is or are which ever sounds better.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2004 23:57:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;The first MTV video was &apos;Video Killed the Radio Star&quot; by the Buggles-snapple top</title>
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  <description>Snapple&apos;s good. English speeches aren&apos;t, though. Mine&apos;s too long! Who writes speeches that are too long when they&apos;re for homework? Hummph....&lt;br /&gt; Homecoming was fun! And this weekend should be fun too, and also the 4 day Halloween weekend! 4 days, thank god.&lt;br /&gt; 1st quarter is almost over, which means we&apos;re going to be getting our first ever highschool report cards now. I guess that shouldn&apos;t mean too much/be too scary. Remember when in like 8th grade people would always be like &quot;well, this counts for highschool which counts for college which counts for LIFE!&quot; and now it&apos;s just more, well, if I can get all my homework done and study for my multiple tests. &lt;br /&gt; People are weird. For some reason, I always think of it like boys are weird and girls are weird, they&apos;re both weird, but then in general people aren&apos;t weird. I think I need to find a good synonym for weird.&lt;br /&gt; I just typed out a thank you to the girl on harry&apos;s livejournal who said I was pretty but I think I&apos;ll just leave a comment to their comments or something. &lt;br /&gt; Why is my sister always talking in spanish??&lt;br /&gt; The week&apos;s getting slowly better. And tomorrow&apos;s Friday, which will hopefully make it even better. But who knows. &lt;br /&gt; Halloween costume ideas, anybody?</description>
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  <lj:music>Bethany talking spanish...NO</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2004 22:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy National Coming Out Day...more urgently, Happy Belated Bday to Beth and Nikki!!</title>
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  <description>Beth I hope you had the best 13th birthday you could have imagined. Ok, so Rupert Grint didn&apos;t come and sing happy birthday to you or something..and I hope you like the presents and camera and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki you&apos;re party was fun. Exspecially afterwards. And the movie was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was tiring. But fun. And now I have tests tomorrow and Wednesday that I should be studying for...so do all of you, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy (if you read this) I bought fizz a couple of days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...so yeah. Spirit week this week, oh so exciting. What exactly is nerd/jock day? Do you dress up like a nerd of a jock? That&apos;s mean then to all of the nerds and jocks...though the jocks might not get it I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wow...just realized I saw Mari everyday last weekend. I was trying to think of what I did all weekend...ok yeah. Not that that&apos;s a bad thing, since Mari is the geratest...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; G&apos;bye then.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2004 02:06:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Avoiding social studies homework</title>
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  <description>School is so crazy. Mari and I were talking about colleges, and everyone has a school that they WANT to go to, but everyone picks the same colleges so what schools are we really all going to go to? And today Devin and Marilyn (while walking to school) were saying how they could see me as a country vet in some terrible car that couldn&apos;t make it up the hills and...yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very immature urge to rant about my sister, since she complains about me plently, but I don&apos;t think I&apos;m going to. Because I&apos;m not really mad at her, I just wish I didn&apos;t have to deal with the colored pencils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American society quiz tomorrow...open notes...hmm...I&apos;m hoping she&apos;ll collect our notebooks and give us an A if we have more than 3 pages of notes. Since that&apos;s pretty easy since I suck at note-taking and just kind of write down everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the way I was, I do belive. Or, at least a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to go to Texas some time this year and hang out with someone and it would be so good to see her again and talk to her...she keeps me from not being too terrible or anthing, if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming, god. I think I just want to go dress shopping, but I&apos;m not sure i&apos;m looking forward to the actual dance so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that I&apos;m wondering how the debate will go tomorrow night (fyi, it&apos;s a debate between John Kerry and George Bush)? I mean, I don&apos;t follow politcs that closely, but the election is like 32 days away or something. Shiza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;t it, for now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2004 16:56:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I know what I  know if ya know what I mean...</title>
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  <description>Actually, what I know is not set in cement or something (in reference to the song above, I don&apos;t know who sings it but I woke up with it stuck in my head,just than one verse...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, this is going to be a weird entry.&lt;br /&gt; Too late to really say anything about the fire. It sucks for the school, and thus for us in a roundabout way, but it was lovely having two days unexpectedly off. And Friday wasn&apos;t as bad as predicted, although I didn&apos;t know what day it was. &lt;br /&gt; Friday after school was good. I love Mari, by the way, since she&apos;s so nice and at the most unexpected time. Like, even if something&apos;s not really bothering you she can make you feel so cared for. I don&apos;t know. We all hung out at Nikki&apos;s. Then, I went to Noelle&apos;s and watched Mean Girls for the first time. That move is funny...um, Hope can&apos;t go to your house, she&apos;s sick, sorry...*cough weakly, cough weakly*. Don&apos;t ask.&lt;br /&gt; Saturday I hung out with Jillian, then eventually Harry, Nikkie,and  Noelle as they were going to the show. Except, I didn&apos;t go, because I&apos;d had plans to go see a movie with her all day. So we saw Napoleon Dynamite, finally, I love the way he runs. &lt;br /&gt; Pretty fly for a white guy.&lt;br /&gt; Ok. Call me someone today.Since I don&apos;t know what I&apos;m doing, and people I wanted to be with today all seem to be busy. &lt;br /&gt; If I sound completely stupid in this entry, well...yeah. What I could type about I won&apos;t, since what I think doesn&apos;t need to be said in this.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2004 20:02:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Apple store</title>
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  <description>Hi everybody, I&apos;m at the apple store on some cool computer that I&apos;ll never own. I want one of the little lab(lap?)tops though. Ch yeah. Not that I&apos;ll ever get it but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a fire! As everyone knows. Was I the only one who didn&apos;t know until this morning? And all the doors and everything is charred, ashy, whatever you want to call it. And we&apos;re not going oto have school tomorrow. I&apos;m sad that more damage was done to our school but-&lt;br /&gt; but now I&apos;m going to go see something over there...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2004 01:44:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Golden Birthday...</title>
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  <description>Yesterday was my golden birthday. It was such a good day,too, even though it was the middle of the week. My locker was awesome, thank you Mari, Bethany, and Nikki of course. And Nik, thanks for the hersheys. And everyone for the announcement. And Harry for apolagizing for not being on the list of people in the announcment, and everyone for thanking me a happy birthday...even the people who just did it to get cake. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m 15 now. 6 months till I can learn to drive. Oh yeah, everybody better watch out.&lt;br /&gt; Jasmin&apos;s exactly twice my age. And she still dresses like little slut and hardly acts more mature. Maybe that&apos;s a little harsh, but I don&apos;t know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I have that song stuck in my head, the I&apos;m 15 for a moment...ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ate at the African Hut yesterday, but people were giving us odd looks and the waitor thought my mom was my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow&apos;s Friday, and a football game,and a hanging out with people type of day, and the weekend, and then there&apos;s my party. Which is way too stresful, by the way. I can&apos;t imagine what will go wrong AT the actual party since like everything has gone wrong just trying to find a day to have it. Mmph. And people are making me a cake, I don&apos;t know whether to be pleased or scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not too much more to say. Well, there is, but I&apos;m not going to say it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Oh! Except, thank you Beth for picking out wonderful presents for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There. I&apos;m done.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 00:21:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blah?</title>
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  <description>Highschool. Slowly I&apos;m maybe getting used to it. I&apos;m definitely happy to be around people again and not be in Kansas. But...I don&apos;t know. For some reason right now I feel really guilty and like I need to apolagize to everyone. So I&apos;m sorry.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 00:31:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Highschool...</title>
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  <description>Can anyone believe we&apos;re in highschool? God. Once I finally get time to stop doing something and think about it all, I&apos;m sort of going to be shocked. It&apos;s like...I only have time for half a thought before I have to move on to the next one because there&apos;s so much to take in plus just getting through the halls on top of all that...I don&apos;t know if anyone followed that but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why am I writing in this thing? It&apos;ll probably just ruin everything. or, ya know, I will. I have too many sides...one side that&apos;s soo optimistic about highschool, one that&apos;s semi-balanced but sort of just a drone, and one that&apos;s incredibly worried about everything. The homework is...more. And people are stressful, go figure. And it&apos;s sad, because some people who I was sort of friends with because they were in my class aren&apos;t in my classes anymore so now we&apos;ll never see each other and it&apos;s not like you get a chance to make friends besides the ones you have (not that I don&apos;t totally adore each and every one of you)and.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of friends, anyone have any ideas/concerns/yes-or-no votes for my birthday party? As of now, I&apos;m having one...I guess...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2004 15:42:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Schedule!</title>
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  <description>Hey everyone. Sorry I&apos;ve practically never written in this, I stopped liking the layout and then decided I&apos;d write when I changed it but I never changed it...ch.  Anyways, I got my schedule. If anyone knows anything about the teachers or has a class with me post a comment. Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1st hour= Integrated math 2, Kenney, second semester R. Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2nd hour= English 1, first semester Skagen, 2nd semester Mooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3rd hour= Integrated Health, Knutson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4th hour= Biology, Schroeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5th hour= Orchestra, Frink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6th hour= French 2, Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7th hour= American Society, Sheperd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Homeroom= Stoner</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2004 23:57:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Someone please help</title>
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  <description>I know this is really sad, but I just got back from Meramec State Park and I just got finished reading emails and live journal entries, so sorry to everyone who emailed me I&apos;ll e-mail you when I can. I&apos;ll write more when I can, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need a favor, though. Anyone have the Math 2 packet? and can anyone scan it on to their computer and email it to gareynolds47@hotmail.com? I&apos;ll love you, forever. Unless you don&apos;t want that. But I REALLY need it. I lost it somewhere on the football field on the last day of school, it&apos;s terrible I know. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I miss you all, I&apos;ll try to email you all when I can but my sister is...ugh so I got to go. I love you Beth, if you&apos;re reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss you all, and love you all, and need to redo the layout rather badly...but mainly I miss you all. Someone tell me what&apos;s happening there, I have no idea.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2004 18:23:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sorry for not writing more...</title>
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  <description>Ok, lets see. I really need to write in this more. I feel bad, but then again I don&apos;t think anyone cares too much so it&apos;s ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m in Wichita again. Woohoo...not. I saw my older sister and my other grandmother last weekend, that was fun. They&apos;re so nice. And my cousin, whose only 14, got her learner&apos;s permit. I wish I could get mine...I did get to drive a little bit when we were in Missouri, back before the 4th of July. There are all these hills and trees, and I think I was driving at about 10 mph. And this one time, there were people on the road so I sort of freaked out (even though they were on the other side of the road), tried to slow down, ended up like stopping and skidding down the road. They looked SO scared. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our Garage sale is over after today. Which is sort of nice, since that means I can sleep until forever again and not do anything all day, but at least it was something to do. We have no room in our house, I hope someone buys the old couch and chairs and whatnot. There are some crazy people who come, though. Like this woman, yesterday, who wanted our puppy but was saying how he was freaky and kinky and how you could always tell by their feet if they were going to be big...she was crazy. And she was wearing different shoes, one was a flip flop and one was a slipper. I didn&apos;t let her have the puppy she wanted, I told her someone else wanted to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, three of the puppies are gone. The remaining ones are smelly, noisy, and soo cute. We&apos;re keeping one, Jasmin wants to name whichever one we keep Poogie. It means handsome in Philipino or something. I can&apos;t stand her. She&apos;s always yelling at my dad about something, like how he pays child support for us (omg...how horrible, right? And if he didn&apos;t...then that&apos;d be a crime...she&apos;s so evil) and how he should send the money to her parents and stuff in the Phillipines, even though if she was responsible enough to have a better job (she had one, but quit, see, she&apos;s insane...)then she could send them money her self, or she could get a cheaper car and then we&apos;d ALL have more money. God, and she&apos;s a little slut, I think I&apos;m going to steal the note I found of hers. Sorry, I&apos;m getting a little out of controll. Poor Beth. Jasmin made me mad last night, she was yelling at my dad so I was flipping off their door and stuff and Beth held up a pillow and was like &quot;here, punch the pillow&quot;, which I did, but it sort of knocked Beth back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beth&apos;s room is looking pretty cool, she&apos;s hanging up records everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy Birthday Mare...and you need to e-mail me, you never did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss you all so much. I can&apos;t even imagine the crazy stuff you&apos;re all getting up to. If anyone sees Jillian tell her hi for me, she doesn&apos;t have an e-mail address I have no idea what she&apos;s up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, I miss you all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 21:19:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Look at me, I&apos;m actually writing in this! Which would be the very first time. Heh, I was a live journal virgin...&lt;br /&gt; Ok, sorry, but I&apos;m all alone here with a squirell shooting uncle. And everyone smokes. Yeah. To clarrify, I&apos;m not in Wichita any longer. Now I&apos;m in the Lake of the Ozarks, which is in Missouri. I&apos;ve been here all week...but it&apos;s just been me, my Aunt Joy, Uncle Audie (he didn&apos;t kill the squirrel, thankfully), and my grandmother. Sometimes Steve, my like 40 year old cousin who cleans dishes at a barbeque place. Oh, and Hunter. My...4th cousin? He&apos;s 3. He&apos;s hyper. He doesn&apos;t leave me and my sister alone. Keep in mind, even though I complain about all these people I love them all . Well, except for Jasmin...&lt;br /&gt; Today, though...Jasmin got here. Oh joy. Not. She bothers me in so many ways, I hate even having to be in the same room as her. She sent my dad to go get her a swimsuit. Seriously. Who sends a man to get their swimsuit? Especially when they&apos;re perfectly capable of getting her OWN swimsuit...and...yeah she can&apos;t do anything for herself. I was so much happier when she wasn&apos;t here. And my dad just dotes on her...like he didn&apos;t even argue about the getting her a swimsuit thing. &lt;br /&gt; He did, however, give me my first driving lesson yesterday. Yeah, it&apos;s illegal. And I didn&apos;t realize that when he said he wanted to teach me how to drive sometime this summer out in the country he meant like right then. I didn&apos;t crash. Really. I ran off the road and scared these people who were walking shitless, probably, but no one was hurt. See, we were going down a hill and I freaked out because there were people so I sort of swerved and braked...oh well. &lt;br /&gt; Mainly, though, this is to try and get some people to e-mail me! Yeah, you&apos;re all guilty. Some more so than others. Still- e-mail me!&lt;br /&gt; Bye, everyone. If anyone reads this...</description>
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