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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:24:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh, man what a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m toasting up in my attic all by my lonesome,listening to some Flaming Lips and hoping that I don&apos;t sweat to death in the Cher costume I have to wear for this ridiculous charity event. And yes, it also comes with a gigantic Cher head, which I have to wear with high heels while performing two Cher songs...crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I&apos;m tired.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 03:43:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>baltimore in four days.&lt;br /&gt;school in nine days.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:06:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Lets see my schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to work &lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;move family to new house&lt;br /&gt;go to work &lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;go to work&lt;br /&gt;wo go tork&lt;br /&gt;to go work&lt;br /&gt;krow og ot&lt;br /&gt;finally move into my new house in Kutztown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come soon kutztown.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:32:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The other day I found two dollars on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy two one-dollar scratch-off lottery tickets.&lt;br /&gt;I won ten dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Nice.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 01:32:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am writing from the lovely basement of Miss Jessica Evans.  It&apos;s so cool.  bourne supremacy is being played on the screen.  I have not seen the first one; I have no idea what is going on.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2006 03:13:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Friday is almost here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2005 00:18:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I was playing with Eli and crawling after him, and my back went insane.  It felt like a knife was shoved into my spine, and I collapsed and winced in an excessive amount of pain.  I tried to stand, and burst into tears as I did.  My mom told me to lay down, but I just feel the urge to move and just....make it better.  I don&apos;t know.  Good god. I&apos;m in this weird position on the chair, trying to get comfortable so I don&apos;t have to feel this dull pain that&apos;s numbing my entire lower back.  I laid down, that didn&apos;t help. I stood up, no dice.  This is the least comfortable I&apos;ve felt in a verylong time.  Who knows what I did.  I don&apos;t do anything stressful.  Ow. Haha.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 14:50:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 03:47:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>torn</title>
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  <description>Feeling confused, as usual.  First of all, my brain has been somewhere else when it comes to knowing the easiest things.  Today I used a tape measure to measure the height from the ceiling to the couch.  It turned out to be 60 inches long and I said, &quot;60 inches, 6 feet!&quot; It wasn&apos;t embarrassing or anything, but it&apos;s just an example of my brain&apos;s capacity right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Brian thing is really starting to get ridiculous.  I feel like such a cold-hearted bitch because I don&apos;t return his calls, I blow him off as much as I possibly can, and I don&apos;t respond well to him in general. The problem is he&apos;s such a sweet boy, and he really means well, but the constant calls and the leaving of random notes on my car and the kissing on the cheek while he thinks i&apos;m asleep, and proceeding to do it again thinking I&apos;m asleep a few minutes later......that&apos;s just.....i don&apos;t know. I don&apos;t want to talk to him about this huge problem because it would break his heart and I don&apos;t even know what he&apos;d do if I let him down like that at this point.  I&apos;m trying extremely hard to give the most obvious hints ever seen by man, but he&apos;s living in denial.  Yesterday I had fourteen missed calls from him....fourteen...and two voicemails.  I&apos;m nice to him, but I&apos;m very clear when I say I can&apos;t do something, and almost purposely make it sound like I just don&apos;t want to hang out.  It may seem mean, but I raelly really don&apos;t want to have to sit him down and say &apos;look buddy, there&apos;s nothing going on. This is going no where. Give up now.&apos;  I don&apos;t know how he&apos;d react. I don&apos;t want him to feel as if he&apos;s annoying.  I want him to just come to the conclusion on his own without me having to tell him. HOW DO I DO THIS! WHAT ELSE CAN I POSSIBLY DO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it even worse is that something is starting between me and one of his friends. That should make things a hell of a lot better....not.  I don&apos;t know what&apos;s worse, the way I don&apos;t respond to brian&apos;s attempts, or the fact that I&apos;m about to date a guy he&apos;s known almost his whole life.  What to do??!?!?!?!!?!?!!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!!?  asdfl;jk;lasjk;ajka;jksjl;kd;dfajjaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll sleep on it. I have work in the morning anyway.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 14:29:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>collin jenkins and i are black</title>
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  <description>we&apos;re black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anightfrthestarz: ill just brush real nice and shiot&lt;br /&gt;anightfrthestarz: ill b good dawg&lt;br /&gt;The3rdJenkins: do that shit&lt;br /&gt;The3rdJenkins: yeh u straight&lt;br /&gt;anightfrthestarz: fr reel &lt;br /&gt;The3rdJenkins: word up&lt;br /&gt;anightfrthestarz: ima go do dat shit and dip outta this piece&lt;br /&gt;anightfrthestarz: ya feel me?&lt;br /&gt;The3rdJenkins: aite g unit, when u gotta bounce u gotta bounce, do yo thang&lt;br /&gt;The3rdJenkins: yeh dawg&lt;br /&gt;anightfrthestarz: peace!&lt;br /&gt;The3rdJenkins: pc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha oh man sometimes i question my sanity</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 00:49:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>um yes?</title>
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  <description>well, hopefully watching &apos;saw&apos; by myself isn&apos;t a bad idea......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really not sure though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should wait until someone can watch it with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is for the weak.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2005 01:35:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>shakespeare...is......ON!</title>
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  <description>Well, looks like Shakespeare is coming up, and to tell you the truth, I am very excited.  I haven&apos;t competed in drama for a long time, so this is really exciting to me!  woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i was supposed to go to &apos;Murder at the Vicarage&apos; until I was told that I had to babysit my brothers while my mother went to family bingo with my little sister.  I agreed just because I was feeling particularly nice and I told Caitlin that I couldn&apos;t go to the show, so she gave the extra (and last) ticket to Danielle.  Just today I found out that I don&apos;t need to babysit after all! GRRRRR.  That&apos;s alright, because instead I think I&apos;m going to show up at The Daily Grind to watch Open Mike Night (go cara and mike! you&apos;ll rock i know it).  I might convince Zac to go, if he&apos;s feeling up to it, and if he&apos;s not, well, I&apos;ll force him to drop me off until I feel like leaving again.  Either way I&apos;m going to watch my best friends play.  Chicks before dicks, that&apos;s how it goes.  ....uh..word up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty bad day.  I haven&apos;t figured out why yet, I just have a feeling it was more on the sorrowful side.  I felt good sometimes, but for some reason, I get into moods where my brain refuses to cooperate with me, and I just sit there confused, thinking about what is good and bad in my life.  Then my mind mixes it all around until it&apos;s just a glob of cloudy thoughts that make absolutely no sense.  I just have to sit there and organize my thoughts until they all go back into their filing cabinets...  and this is more of an annoyance than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some English homework. ..woot.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2005 02:42:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>blessed are the what?</title>
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  <description>Blessed are the poor in spirit. That is what i learned in church on Sunday.  Too bad i have no idea what they are talking about.  Maybe I&apos;ll think about it when I&apos;m feeling Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I showed my mother my grades.  She took it better than i thought she was going to. For some reason it gave her the brilliant idea to take away my cell phone every night after nine, but I&apos;m pretty sure I know how long that&apos;s going to last (not very).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole family is getting sick, and it sucks.  Well, actually, my mother and I.  Maddie is just being a hypocondriac (fenetic spelling....). She always thinks she has a deadly disease when she gets a cold.  The one time she ate something that didn&apos;t agree with her and she though she had a tapeworm for weeks.  Or when she would stub her pinky toe and walk with a limp convinced that it was broken.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok so well yes the point being that I was feeling queasy today, although I&apos;m pretty sure it&apos;s  not a tapeworm.  It&apos;s probably the pregnancy.. HA! just kidding. It&apos;s probably part of my cold.  It refuses to leave my body and has decided to take up residence in my immune system until further notice.  Talk about irritating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um well I&apos;m pretty much done here now.  My toes are numb even with the toe socks....this basement is a little too much for my feet today.  It&apos;s time for bed.</description>
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  <lj:music>the clash - should i stay or should i go</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 00:29:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>im napolean!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1104854515_DNapoleon0.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Napoleon&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napoleon Dyanamite&lt;br /&gt;(Please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellz yea dude</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2005 23:37:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Midterm stressssss</title>
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  <description>I am REALLY not looking forward to telling my mother my midterm grades. I&apos;ve been putting it off for almost a week now, but report cards are coming out soon and I don&apos;t really know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the grades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - 77%&lt;br /&gt;History - 78%&lt;br /&gt;Math    - 79%&lt;br /&gt;English - 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I have all A&apos;s and B&apos;s in all of my classes right now.  And since the second quarter started, I&apos;ve already made sure all of my grades are A&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any brilliant ideas as to what to tell my mother, please leave me a nice explaination comment, because I am SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT! bahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*praying* Our father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come......</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 17:52:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i ...i confuse myself..</title>
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  <description>Ok, here I am trying to ask Cara if Zac lives close to Nate, and i say something wrong from the beginning and everything gets messed up...watch it unfold. It&apos;s funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:46:40 PM): dude, zac actually lives pretty close to zac&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:46:47 PM): like right in mechanicsburg&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:46:50 PM): ...to zac?&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:46:52 PM): mhm&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:09 PM): b/c doesn&apos;t nate live close to marc?&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:47:26 PM): lol you said zac lives close to zac&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:47:30 PM): i&apos;m not sure where marc lives&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:31 PM): and i know that marc lives close to zac..therefore....zac lives close to nate...&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:47:37 PM): but nate lives like... right in the middle of mechanicsburg&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:39 PM): hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:40 PM): i menat&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:42 PM): i meant&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:43 PM): uhhh&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:46 PM): wait..what did i mean&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:47:48 PM): haha i figured that out... eventually&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:53 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:47:58 PM): i meant zac close to nate&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:01 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:03 PM): i mant&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:03 PM): meant&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:08 PM): or marc?&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:09 PM): nate close to marc..&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:10 PM): no no &lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:11 PM): wqait&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:13 PM): hahah&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:25 PM): no no&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:29 PM): okay... nate lives close to marc&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:30 PM): i meant,&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:32 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:36 PM): zac lives close to both&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:37 PM): doens&apos;t &lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:37 PM): no?&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:39 PM): wait..&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:41 PM): i mean&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:42 PM): haha i&apos;m soo confused&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:44 PM): nate to marc&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:48:45 PM): i think&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:51 PM): okay&lt;br /&gt;mllemisanthrope (12:48:54 PM): wht about zac?&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:49:06 PM): i meant zac to nate&lt;br /&gt;iheartme005 (12:49:06 PM): there</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 17:44:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I didn&apos;t take my SAT today like I was supposed to.  I really don&apos;t mind.  My test was in Shippensburg and it&apos;s 40 minutes away. By the time we got on the road to go my mom was like...&apos;I really don&apos;t want to take you, look its flurrying already!&quot; and i just replied &apos;well, then turn around.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, at home, my brain free of a test.  It&apos;s not like I&apos;d do well, since I&apos;ve been bombing everything.  I don&apos;t just mean bomb, I mean nuke.  I&apos;ve been nuking every test I&apos;ve taken over the last week.  This test would probably be no exception, so I&apos;d rather just wait to bomb it later rather than sooner :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate snow.  I&apos;m sorry all you snow-lovers, but I can&apos;t stand the stuff. It&apos;s white and cold and wet and slippery.  Ya can&apos;t trust anything that&apos;s slippery. So i don&apos;t, and I won&apos;t.  I have horrible circulation too so my hands and feet are in a constant numb state during the winter, which is alright I guess.  Stop snow stop! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching a &apos;brain busters&apos; show on the discovery kids channel.  It just happened to be on while i was, you know, &apos;surfin the net....dude&apos;.  These nerds are so cool. And I felt really awesome when I answered one of the questions before anyone else on tv...the answer was bagpipe...I was all over that I&apos;m telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, and about Juice and Java last night.  It was so much fun! I got to hang out with Meg and Rach before the show too, which was really cool because it was a lot like old times.  :-) Fun stuff.  J and J was really cool, all the usuals were there, even though the ones from my school said that they weren&apos;t coming.  They ended up there anyway  haha nice one guys ;-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think taht&apos;s about all for now....time to work on my speech team piece..oh yeahhhh</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2005 00:20:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Peppermint Kisses</title>
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  <description>Well, I definitely had a very innnnteresting weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear about it?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zac and I went to lunch at Applebee&apos;s ...yum yum yum...went to his house so he could help his dad move something, went to the mall, where i got kick ass earrings from hot topic, bought a cell phone charger (thank you soooo much zac), watched Napolean Dynamite, then went to the movies with three couples of people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Fockers, cute, and fun...and that&apos;s about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we were all ready to carpool our way back to Dustin&apos;s (where we had all originally met) and realized that it had snowed hardcore.  From Chris and Alisha&apos;s car, we watched helplessly as Joey&apos;s car, including Joey, Jess, Dusin and Felicia, did two 360&apos;s. Because it was Joey, everyone knew that this happened to be intentional, especially since he tried to peel out afterwards.  Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Felicia&apos;s where I spent the night. She made me the best drink, a peppermint Kiss, and we were off to bed..&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t like giving narratives to what i do, I like to write about how i feel...but i guess this one will do for tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE UTTER SHIT RIGHT NOW.  why you ask? well because, for the second time this year, one of my VA friends has died.  Kid Josh, an awesome kid. I had only hung out with him a few times, and when I was in VA, he and John were going to come hang out with us, but something went wrong and he couldn&apos;t. No one saw this coming.  And once again, I am not in my home where I can properly mourn with everyone else in VA. We all think we&apos;re invincible. We all think that we can never die. We all think tragedies happen to the other guy. R.I.P. :-(</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 04:44:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Night To Remember....</title>
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  <description>So I&apos;ll tell you all about my wonderful amazing gorgeous night (whether you want to hear it or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Evan picking me up from my house at about 7:30.  Thanks again, my mom really appreciated it and she&apos;s in love with you, that I have no doubt.  Both she and my aunt said that they&apos;re free on weekends for a date.....yes they adore you that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Evan picked me up and we went to Cara&apos;s, where we met Paul, and went to my absolute favorite place in the world (or so I rediscovered once I got there), Juice and Java on a Friday night.  Marc&apos;s show!  You must realize that I haven&apos;t been to a show since October/November.  This was a really big deal to me, and I had an absolutely amazing time.  I really truly feel at home when I&apos;m there.  Everyone knows me, I know everyone, and I can act as stupid and goofy as I would like no matter what.  It&apos;s kind of like finding your long lost family and realizing that they&apos;re just like you, so you can act just the way you want around people who act the same exact way.  I love it.  I realized how much I really missed being there, and how much fun it always was.  It&apos;s the kind of place where I can jump into the &apos;defensive stance&apos; i learned in PE self-defense, and scream, &apos;NO! NO! NO!&apos; and know that the only people judging me are the ones I don&apos;t know, but they&apos;re insignificant, and I personally don&apos;t care that they happen to be alive at that precise moment. *sigh* Meg, Ashe, Tara, Rachael, Marc, Cara, Evan, Paul, Caitlin, David, Roxanne, M.O.M., and a bunch of people I never get around to saying hello to because I don&apos;t know them. SO MUCH FUN! SO MUCH FUN!  I&apos;m actually kind of upset with this paragraph since it&apos;s physically impossible to describe how I felt there. I really don&apos;t want to use this word, but it was almost, euphoric.  I need to widen my vocabulary..anyway! Unfortunetly, Cara evan and paul wanted to leave super early, and I wasn&apos;t about to be rude and inconsiderate and say &apos;no no no no no stayyyy.&apos;So I gave a round of hugs to everyone, including senor marc on the stage, I went with the gang, with a rediscovered feeling that I haven&apos;t had in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the car I think I got the quietest that I have been in a long while.  I was just thinking, reminicsing (spellinnngg), wondering, hoping, etc etc etc. It wasn&apos;t a bad feeling, just a feeling. One that required me to talk less and think more.  I know everyone noticed, but I really couldn&apos;t help it. We drove over the bridge, and as the lights of Harrisburg shined through the windows of the front seat, I felt like I was living movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Evan&apos;s little brother, Zach, and drove to the best echo spot in the world.  To get there, we had to cross a huge, fastmoving road, but once we got there, thinking about the fact that we had to recross it on the way back didn&apos;t matter. Underneath the middle of giant arches we could scream as if nothing else mattered, and hear our voices carry on and on....it totally beats the echo spot outside the school.  I don&apos;t even think I want to go to that echo spot, knowing there&apos;s one in Harrisburg that beats it down to a pulp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Denny&apos;s where we were all actin completely unstable and getting weird looks from anyone we passed.  There we played this association game on a piece of napkin, and yes, it was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Walmart, where I became a different personality with every different hat i put on.  The &apos;Bass&apos; hat, ...hick fisher.  the &apos;auto tech&apos; hat, motorhead.  the 49ers hat, a playa...hellz yea.  the boxers that said &apos;I have an attitude, and I know how to use it&apos; was pretty cool too, I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of our fun, we all piled into Cara&apos;s house and slept until Evan Zach and Paul needed to leave for one reason or another.  What an amazing night, that I&apos;ll probably have again sometime.  One thing is for sure.  Juice and Java is definitely on my schedule for next Friday...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2005 23:23:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bedroom madness</title>
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  <description>The cordless phone (which has been dead for four days), christmas stocking, blues guitar book, cardigan, pictures from 3rd grade, a foot pumus, Algebra II worksheets, a glove, a scrapbook, some pants, a note, an NIN cd, a tape dispenser, penguin underwear, pens, a sock, a bell, chapsitck, Blink 182 bed shirt, halloween pillowcase (complete with extra candy), Kohl&apos;s receipts, two hangers, an ebony pencil, MM cd, a garbage bag (with some garbage), a giant pixie stick, a statue of jesus on the cross, an ugly hairtie, a sharpie, paper, an eyebrow pencil, a camera case, a Tarzan soundtrack tape from 5th grade, a Green Day guitar book, braided thread, a towel, a highligheter, some books, a bag of barbeque chips, slippers, a strapless bra, a shopping bag, M+M&apos;s wrapper, crappy headphones, the alarm clock I lost, a seventeen magazine, and the book I was supposed to read for English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you just read was a list of what was on top of my bed, waitting for me to attempt to sleep in it....and that is just what I did. After a week of watching the pile grow and avoiding slumber within it, I pulled back a corner of covers and slid underneath ten pounds of junk, where I slept soundly.  When I woke up, there was only five pounds of junk on my bed. the rest had taken refuge on my floor, where it will reside until I get nagged to clean my room.  Yes, this is the vicious cycle I have fallen into.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2005 00:06:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My New Year&apos;s Resolution</title>
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  <description>This year I am going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Become a master at the cello, the piano AND the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to ride a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn that talking should not always be a direct route to what I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;4. Help mom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Email dad.&lt;br /&gt;6. Straight A&apos;s, no questions.&lt;br /&gt;7. Find the perfect college.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tolerate my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tolerate my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;10.Eat healthier.&lt;br /&gt;11.Get a job.&lt;br /&gt;12.Get a car.&lt;br /&gt;13.Get a life ( im just joking..)&lt;br /&gt;14.Watch less tv and more movies.&lt;br /&gt;15.Learn more about filmmaking.&lt;br /&gt;16.Get a good rep for theater.&lt;br /&gt;17.Be on almost everyone&apos;s good side.&lt;br /&gt;18.Talk less, think more.&lt;br /&gt;19.Draw more.&lt;br /&gt;20.Smile.&lt;br /&gt;21.Find myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...it&apos;s a long list..so what? I&apos;m going to make a name for myself this year, whether anyone likes it or not.  And its going to be a good name, unlike ones I have had and probably still have somewhere in my past.  Look out world, Sam is making her way in this life! Oh yes!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2005 20:25:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New dread...</title>
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  <description>I have stories to tell, but first, I must let it be known that within the past 24 hours, my outlook on everything has changed...and its not good. I&apos;m feeling lethargic, apathetic, and pretty much like a bum.  I have no motivation to do anything productive, because I don&apos;t see the point.  The thing is, I really don&apos;t want to think like this. I don&apos;t like it, but the idea of being a bum is overwhelming me.  I hate it...NO SAM NO! DON&apos;T GIVE IN TO YOUR DUMBASS MIND...B/C ITS WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now for a story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year&apos;s Eve I didn&apos;t plan on doing anything since Cara couldn&apos;t have a little party thing at her house, but I somehow schemed so that Cara Nate and I could go to this guy Sean&apos;s New Years party.  It had been a while since I went to a decent party so it was really cool for me.  I did some stuuupid stuff.. for example, I wanted to go back to Nate&apos;s car to get my cell phone and i had his keys...then i claimed i didn&apos;t and that he had them...until i found them in my back pocket like 5 minutes later...i even patted myself down and didn&apos;t find them at first..&lt;br /&gt;so that was the first...really stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing number two: I was walking and ran right into a big block of ice! I can honestly say that my shins are officially bruised like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing number three: Eric let me borrow his zipper sweater and as he was leaving he asked for my number, and as i was giving it to him i was trying to put on his sweater, but i could only get one arm through and couldn&apos;t find the other arm.  I was struggling to find the other arm for...well..a good amount of time...long enough for him to have left already.  Then Cara started laughing at me and goes, &apos;Sam, your sweater is on upside down..&apos; whoops..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sioooo then we all went back to nates and i passed out on the floor for the next 7 hours. They got the bed...lucky ducks..haha i didn&apos;t mind. I had a good time.  I&apos;d put some pictures up from my phone..but sometime during that night i deleted them...i&apos;m still trying to figure out why and when..</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2004 01:51:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I know i&apos;m updating again, but I&apos;m just thinking about things..and how i liek how things are right now. It&apos;s actually kind of bittersweet to tell you the truth.  I love hte way things are going, except when i&apos;m not around my friends...around my family its a completely different story, but right now...the relations i have with each one of my friends is..well..just..nice..I like it a lot.  ...mhm..yes indeeed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, everyone in my life, for, just, being there i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t decide on my emotions, just a general good feeling..if that makes any sense</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2004 01:37:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;look look loooooooooook i took this picture w/ my new camera phone and i didn&apos;t have anything else to take a pic of except myself...so here here hehrehrehrhehrehrhehrehrhehrhehr&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://us.f526.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Picture011.jpeg?viewimg=1&amp;amp;box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=533_2423357_11127_2065_40828_0_410_54548_1543565670&amp;amp;bodyPart=2&amp;amp;filename=Picture011.jpeg&amp;amp;tnef=&amp;amp;YY=24194&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://us.f526.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Picture011.jpeg?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=533_2423357_11127_2065_40828_0_410_54548_1543565670&amp;amp;bodyPart=2&amp;amp;filename=Picture011.jpeg&amp;amp;tnef=&amp;amp;YY=24194&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; vspace=&quot;5&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i look funny..i dont care...im in my room just...lookin funny...cara says it looks&amp;nbsp;very emo...she&apos;s ..very right&amp;nbsp;haha&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My christmas was alright this year.&amp;nbsp; I got&amp;nbsp;a camera phone, a digital camera, &apos;i robot&apos; (which my dad just got for himself really. I didn&apos;t even ask for it), the green day album, the spiderman 2 soundtrack, a board game, um...other things that aren&apos;t really that important..oh yea, three scarves from three different relatives.&amp;nbsp; They didn&apos;t know what else to get me so they each got me a scarf...nice...I don&apos;t even wear scarves...whatever. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My cousins&amp;nbsp;have been here too, and we&apos;ve all been having a good time going to movies and playing games and watching&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A LOT of tv...and i mean a lot. Oh well its a good time. Actually, they&apos;re in the same room as me right now, but we&apos;re all in a little fight that i&apos;ll elaborate on later. Let&apos;s just say some people don&apos;t know how to act their age...at all&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alright well I&apos;m goin back to the telly..I&apos;ll elaborate later :-)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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