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  <updated>2007-03-19T21:20:03Z</updated>
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    <title>Pink Clouds</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T21:20:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T21:20:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im realllly lonely.&lt;br /&gt;and my eyebrow itched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate school and wanna get homeschooled or &lt;br /&gt;get my GED and get the mofo out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today some shet got cancelled or whatever and my mom had broguht me my stuff needed for it during school and i felt really bad that she took time out of work for me and now had to work late and it made me cry. and im like wtf. because i never cry usually for that. i dont think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im scared i might kill my teachers. seriously. :l ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawrd jaysus.&lt;br /&gt;i fucking swear if i hear one more god damn person talk about their boyfriend to me and how they miss them when i'd like to catch up on our time, i will fucking shove my poodle down your anus. [except it wont be my poodle because i love her, it will be super glue]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bananapeeels:1957</id>
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    <title>fuck reflectionsss</title>
    <published>2007-03-03T14:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T21:07:41Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Nappy Heads - It's a Robbery</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Joey came over last night and we watched South Park, and I kept falling asleep :[ But mhm it was fun I guess.. I woke up like 6474 times early this morning. And something bad happened, and I had to wake my mom up. Now, she's just been bitching all morning, and I wish I would have just let the thing happen. School is gayer than it normally is. I've gotten a load of referrals and detentions. After school on Thursday, I was waiting for my mom to come get me standing in the pouring rain. I was super duper cold wearing a skirt and there were people standing under a building but I don't know all of these people so I didn't want to stand with them. The principal kept yelling at me to go over there and even got in my face, telling me to go stand under there. I kept telling him no, I don't feel comfortable standing over there and then he threatened me with ISS. So what the fuck.. But I stood in the rain anyways. He can go suck a big giant fucking seal penae. My school is so fucking dgihbdfjdfmk. I'm like never happy to be there, but then again, being home is kind of sucky. There's no one to talk to anymore, everyone's always 'busy' or some shit. It kind of sucks when people tell you they miss somebody and you know it's not you :/ .. yeah fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was happy. I skipped tennis, which I always hide from doing stuff there and no one notices anyways.., and I walked a loooong way from the school to the square downtown and stayed in some antique shop forever. Then I went to the art musuem and stuff. It was like full of like n00d 50 year old ladies. So in the comment thingy I put, 'Too many b00bies and pubes!!' signed Clark Klinkenberg, bahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;After that, I went and climbed on top of a fountain and was able to see the whole highway, woohoo. And then, I called my mom and she came and got me. yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting sick agaiiin. Like 2 weeks ago, I threw up like 8 times in one day o-o and then yesterday I felt nauseous, like forrealss. And mhm. It sucks. For my birthday, I wanna go to Chuck E. Cheese's. But there's no one to inviteee. suxxx.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanna find someone to go to MomoCon with :[ I wanted to go last year, but there was no one to go with x-x and the problem is the same this year. wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas this year, I want to ask Santa for a best friend.</content>
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    <title>Paint a pretty picture</title>
    <published>2007-01-07T08:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-18T18:17:44Z</updated>
    <category term="mommy"/>
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    <lj:music>Creature Feature - The Greatest Show Unearthed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Warning - may contain stuff that doesn't make any sense :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. On to random thoughts. I feel suuupersueper idky and felt sorry for the puppy because I didn't feel well enough to play :[ ~and I keep having meanie feelings that I don't mean to have and I feel horrible after having them and tell myself that it's nothing. But, sometimes I wonder, maybe my mom will move closer to where a friend is if something happens to my dad. And I don't want even begin thinking that something will have happen to him. Or I sometimes even have images of someone victimizing my mom and ughdhshg it won't stop &amp;gt;-:[ And today, I realized I'm still pissed off at my ex step grandpa for committing suicide. I remeber how back in the day, how everyone was so proud of my sister. I'm proud of her too, but I just wish I could achieve something that people would be proud of me for. All I've achieved is embarrassing my family and I don't mean to do so. My ex step grandpa aka pawpaw took my sister fishing when she was like 8, and I remember I wanted to go but they wouldn't let me. He promised he would take me when I was older. He never did. A few years back, he took my sister to a UGA football game. He asked for a place I would like him to take me to some day. I told him I wanted to go to the zoo and he never took me. And before he did anything with me, he kills himself. Maybe he thought I meant the zoo in heaven :/ badshnj but I remember, at his funeral how people were shedding tears for him. I've still never cried for him and I feel like I always hold everything in and now I think I'm about to let it out.. achoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~</content>
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    <title>Long time, no write</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T23:32:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-18T18:35:41Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Garbage -  #1 Crush</lj:music>
    <content type="html">No one will absolutely read this yayyyjfj;&lt;br /&gt;guhdh let me make tons of happy faces. ~_~ ~_^ ^_^ :D :] 8D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish my parents knew how sucky LaGrange can make somebody feel. I had something to look forward to finally and it made me happy to know that i did :/, and i didnt realzie how badly i needed to spend time with someone that i felt comfortable with. i couldnt even sleep because i was happy about it &amp;gt;-&amp;lt;  I just wish my mom could understood how happy I was, but she's probably too busy noticing the achievements of my sister and how I god damn embarrass her to see that.&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I went out to eat one morning [actually they ate, I was too pissed to eat], and afterwards my mom asked my dad if we should  talk to her [me], and he said no. and i was curious about what the fuck they were talking about. Then, my mother starts ranting about how they're embarrassed to be seen with me. This is the only thing they have done ever since I've been able to acknowledge that I have the potential to be my own person and I can make myself out of whatever I want to and not give a damn about it. While speaking of this, I could hear my dad tearing up and I just wanted to blow my brains out and scream what the fuck at them. Who the fucking shit cries over that. All because of my fucking ass god damn appearance. That pisses me off so badly. They're lucky I'm not one of those crotch digging sluts with a baby on the way or doing drugs or drinking shit every night. Yet, my underage sister that goes to parties and gets drunk, is not an embarrassment. ugh oh my god. They can suck my big black balls. i'm the one that worries about my dad, not my sister. i'm the one that feels bad if i dont spend time with my mom, not christie. hrdhjjjjjjjjjjjjj. it gets to me so badly, sometimes i just want to fucking pour sulfur in my eyelids and wash it out with gasoline. and then my mom thinks she knows me better than i know myself? fuck no. if she did, she wouldnt leave me by myself for 7574 hours everyday or do say things to your daughter to make her feel shitty all the time. and if you goes through my backpack one more time im gonna knock a slut out. the end.</content>
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    <title>I eat kleenex for breakfast</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T01:16:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-03T14:58:55Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Wumpscut - Christfuck</lj:music>
    <content type="html">These past fewdays were excitiingish. Tiffany and her blue hair spent the night Friday night. We almost rented pirate porn, but we got Transamerica instead lmfao. That was weird seeing a person from Desperate Housewives nude :x Then we played video games for like, evveeer, along with Joey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the mall (Joey came too). It was boring since our mall is ghetto to da max. But, I got pictures and videos of Pat the security guard. Fucking dikey lady. While I was, this fucking old creepy guy came up to me and touched me and was like, "I know I'm goodlooking honey, but I don't need my pictures taken." And then went away and came back and said something else that I can't recall. But the point is that he was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall, we jaywalked to Highergroundz so Joey and I could get smoothies. Eeee, and then my dad came and took Tiffany home and Joey came back. Lmfao, when he and I are together, we're afgsahsah. We made videos and whatnot and played video games again. Here are some freaky screen shots from some of the videos (Nevermind the high/deformed looking faces :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiagaiin.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiinrsn.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiiosh.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiiahaha.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiibabag.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiid.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiidltoh.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiidtik.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/HIIII.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiiimom.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiilosers.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiinbanb.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiindfo.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiisdeh.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/Interex/hiyiyi.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now, I'm fucking pissed because I'm hungry. The place where my sister got me something to eat screwed up everything and auuhgdhshbsz, I pitch a fit if taht shet ain't right, bahah. So fuck it. I should hang out with McCall tonight, because she asked and I never hang out with people, but I hate her friends. Blaahsdh :[ The people here aren't enough ._. Not even Joey, if he even counts :x</content>
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    <title>All scrunched up into a bladder</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T01:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T01:07:42Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Dresden Dolls - First Orgasm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow. A lot of "neat" things havce happened. My grandma is still weird.&lt;br /&gt;But Wednesday, I went to Xtina's and I was really hungry so we went to ihop. It was great. Right when we walked in (around 12 something am), it was full of 'gangstaaa thugs'. Ahaha we were stared down. And these two old guys were all weird, too. We had our speaker phones turned up really loud talking to people. And because we're still flyer than balls, we made farting noises  to the old men since they were rude to us in the beginning. lmfao and one of the old guys asked if the other old guy farted. It was great. And then we made our phones really loud and he kept turning around expecting us to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they left and this African guy came in wearing his gold aluminum foil grills. He sat down beside us, where there is a wall but you can still see his head, and smiled. Lmfao, and he's like how are you? And yeah... he asked us our names. Kristina was Mona an I was Urethra. He had no idea what it was and was like oooh i like that name ;). loool and then I offered him a cheese stick and he's like "Will you feed it to me?". That was hilarious. Then back at Xtina's, we worked on our Disney dollheads and she completed hers. I did not, however, because she messed mine up, so I had to repaint the whole face. x0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on the computer we went into some weird chat room and got some 40 year old looking man who claimed to be 25 get naked. It was funny and gross all at once. We got him to rubbed his ass crack and lick his fingers, pee in a glass cup and drink it, and shove pizza and bananas up his ass and eat that as well. lmfao and then we left him. shdahadgahsdh but anyways. I do not feel like editting this neek so yeah. Tiffany needs to call meeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D</content>
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    <title>Life is no cabaret</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T10:13:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-18T18:38:19Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Switchblade Symphony - Dollhouse remix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Shiaaz. I really should start going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up in 3 hours to get ready for my grandma's house :/ She's a mofo fruitcaaaake. I feel pretty fly since I actually have plans next week and more than one. And I like never ever have plans. I'm so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, today I cleaned my turtles tank thingy. I almost died trying to carry it to the sink :[ It's reallly heavy and has like 3 - 4 gallons of water in that sucka. And then I was refilling it and the top popped off from a gallon and spilled all over me. It was not cool, but what was cool was that there was a baby in a woman for like, 46 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, and I finally found someone to give me piano lessons. It's some cool old lady at The Music Depot. All the other people we (my mom and I) called about were those type of people that play the piano at church, and they're like 'Jesus is cooool and blahlblahhhblalhhh'. Skeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister is ghey as hell. If i had a younger sister that gets panic attacks and was crying, I wouldn't fucking yell at her. Sometimes I wish I could trade places with her so I can be a bitch to her. ugh.</content>
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    <title>Go fetch a radio in the ocean</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T09:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T07:53:12Z</updated>
    <category term="quatch"/>
    <lj:music>Danny Elfman - Tears to Shed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay, this is ghetto and pointless since only you are reading this. And obviously, you know who you iyuuz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts. My feet are freeezing doo0ood. and I miss my fiance. tahdaah</content>
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