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  <title>The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 17:25:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>forever and a day</title>
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  <description>i officially have not written in this is forever!  Here is an update of my life.  Soccer tournament, we got third. [sucks] That same day, we got first in dance, beating rampart, which has never happened before.  Leisha&apos;s birthday in Denver was fun, i spent my entire life savings [not really, but it seems like it].  This week we lost to rampart by .3 of a point at regionals, but we still have a chance to beat them at state which is on the 31st.  New boyfriend, kugs, it&apos;s going okay, i don&apos;t really hang out with him much only because he really doesn&apos;t get along with all my senior friends who i hang out with every weekend.  I&apos;ve been sneaking out a lot to go hang with them because a midnight curfew is just not good enough.  Actually, last week i snuck out after midnight and my friends were all like &quot;so now that it&apos;s sunday you can just say that you didn&apos;t break curfew cause it&apos;s a new day so you can technically be home anytime!&quot;  I just laughed at that.  I had to figure out how to get the smell of pot out of my clothes, not that i was smoking it, but everyone around me was and i just smelt of it.  My mom didnt&apos; notice thankfully.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, as in like a couple days ago, i was playing soccer against fountain fort carson and we were up like 6 to 1, and i had about 3 goals, well i decided that i wanted another one so i am dribbling the ball past the half line, i am next to their defender and i felt like fuckin with her head so i cut the ball back and did a bunch of movie thingys and well after all the hard stuff i was just gonna change directions and go around her and shoot, well the changing directions is the easiest part, and i rolled my ankle.  Worst part is that my ankle never moved, but my calf rotated in and touched the ground while i was still standing. Needless to say i heard a crack that the entire audience heard and i didn&apos;t cry, i just layed on and the ground and screamed until someone came over.  My ankle was the size of a grapefruit, but i told my parents not to take me into the ER cause the airforce had a quarter finals game against depaul and we all had tickets to it so i sat at home with my vicadin and they went to the game.  The next day i went in, found out that its NOT BROKEN!! and they gave me crutches.  On friday, my friends wanted to hang out so John, Jennie, Erik [john&apos;s brother], and i went out to dinner at P.F Changs and then John Erik and i decided to ditch jennie and christina, go to Salsa Brava, pick up Dan D. Cj, and Paco to go hang out.  Well Dan D. and Cj didn&apos;t want to come so it was just John Paco Erik and I.  At about midnight we went and picked up Leisha who had to sneak out, i had to go home, pretend like i was home for the night, then sneak out again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After all of that it ended up being John driving, Cj in the front seat, Leisha, Paco, and i in the back seat, all cozy if i do say so myself, and we all decided to go and just trash jennie&apos;s car.  I&apos;m talkin peanut butter, pam, and caution tape.  It was fuckin funny except for the fact that i couldn&apos;t really run, or walk for that matter so i just kinda hobbled around.  After that we went and set off firecrackers [ 1:30am] in some girls front yard, waking up the entire neighbor hood.  Paco then made the great decision that he really wanted a street sign with his name on it, so we figured out that there was a street sign with his name on it in Castlerock, [1hr drive] so we drove there, Leisha Paco and I all drinkin in the back seat talkin about music, [cause i knew every word to every song on the radio no matter what station they put it on, it&apos;s cause i&apos;m amazing.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We couldn&apos;t get the sign down cause it was too high so they got an interstate sign instead, then at about 3:30 in the morning we all decided we were hungry so we stopped by a gas station, Leisha and i got some twizzlers and we drove home.  By then it was about 4:20am and John took both Leisha and I home cause we needed to be home by five.  Let&apos;s just say that i didn&apos;t get up till about 2pm the next day.  Yay for my night.  I really don&apos;t have much else to say except that i can walk a little now, my ankle looks like it should be amputated and i have pink nail polish.  YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;bye!</description>
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  <category>crazy nights</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:21:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a blessing in disguise</title>
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  <description>Alright, so i woke up this morning and felt like complete shit,therefore i just didn&apos;t want to go to school &amp; I have a spanish speech fourth block that i&apos;m not prepared for. To sum it up, it was gonna be a bad motha fuckin day.  So as i&apos;m driving to school i&apos;m just kind of paying attention, but not to detail, and as i get off the freeway i see a car infront of me just throw on their brakes and swerve to not hit the car infront of them.  I brake and don&apos;t hit the car [hooray] but the next thing i know, i&apos;m being completely hammered by a truck behind me.  Yay for the domino effect. I hit the car infront of me, who then hits the car infront of her.  We all get out, i see pieces of my bumper strewn about on the street [nearly break down in tears at that sight], and go see if everyone is alright.  I know all the girls who are involved, and am actually good friends with everyone, except the girl who hit me.  Ellen calls the police, i call my dad, we all fill out paperwork, the state trooper EXCUSES US FROM SCHOOL and now i sit here, writing  this.  I do not have to do my spanish speech, and i get to chill at home all day! yayayayayay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, my back bumper is completely trashed, but my parents weren&apos;t angry and i didn&apos;t get a ticket...my neck hurts like a bitch, but i&apos;ll get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;M HAPPPY.</description>
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  <category>car accident</category>
  <lj:music>he said she said ~ ashley tisdale</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 22:14:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>stephanie looks like a ferret!</title>
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  <description>myyblueconverse: stephanie as in me?&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: no stephanie as in my pet ferret.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: ... you do NOT have a pet ferret, smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: yeah i do.she&apos;s real cute..&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: i don&apos;t know how many stephanie&apos;s i know.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: you*&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: her name&apos;s stephanie and she goes to the movie with my boyfriend and i.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: we&apos;re done.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: on a leash usually.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: WE&apos;RE DONE&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: girl.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: hah.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: you don&apos;t wanna talk about my pet ferret any more?&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: i would think you two would have SO much in common...same name..same resemblence.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: i do not look like a ferret.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: that&apos;s open to interpertation.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: no it&apos;s not!!&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: ohh a little touchy i see.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: i&apos;ll ask.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: PERSONALLY i think ferret&apos;s are supah cute.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: who are you asking??!!&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: i&apos;ll ask, allison and alicia.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: ew no.&lt;br /&gt;myypinkconverse: lol.&lt;br /&gt;myyblueconverse: they&apos;re the only ones online.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 02:12:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>apple cider &amp;&amp; stawberry ice cream &amp;&amp; secret hand shakes = cure to a horrid day</title>
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  <description>Okay, i&apos;m gonna lay my day out for ya&apos;ll.  Straight up, i had a HORRIBLE day.  To begin, i had the worst dream in the world!!  It started with miss Stephanie Simone and I at the movies, except apparently we weren&apos;t supposed to be at this movie, oh well. Joe was there too, but he was sitting like 458743 rows in front of me and didn&apos;t say a word the entire time until he kind of signaled with his head that he was leaving the theatre.  So then the movie ended and my parents came to  get me [which again was weird cause i DO have a car], and while in the car, my dad and i got into this huge fight, and i pretty much told him that he&apos;d be nothing without my mom, and that he was actually nothing at all! [again weird cause i love my daddy and would never say anything like that]  When we got home my mom went to go dig this electrical box out of the ground, my dad started slitting his wrists and i tried desperatly to call 911 but they didn&apos;t answer and i got a busy signal..Then i just woke up!  I&apos;m livid.&lt;br /&gt;  So after i woke up, my day just kinda kept getting worse and worse as the day progressed.  My mom was going crazy over the stupidest shit, i was losing helplessly at DDR, [i just couldn&apos;t do anything right].  I went to blockbuster to find Glory or Gettysburg, and they didn&apos;t have either of them cause all of the AP history kids apparently checked them out! [MOTHAFUCKINBANG!]  Dinner then happened, and i had personally requested that we NOT have tacos for dinner, cause i don&apos;t eat them and i really didn&apos;t want to have cereal again for dinner, but no, my mom makes tacos and i&apos;m left with leftover cheese pizza and chips.  Very nutritious. [kill me]&lt;br /&gt;  One of the only ups to my day was when natalie and i made up a secret hand shake, which is really fun, and then ten minutes ago we had strawberry ice cream and apple cider, which is rather delicious if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ahah natalie is listening to breathe on me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i wrote the letter to Stephanie&apos;s momma today, and did something cool with her name.  I&apos;m amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i&apos;ll talk later&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <category>apple cider</category>
  <lj:music>rumors ~ Lindsay Lohan</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 23:30:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>babysitting.</title>
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  <description>mkay well tonight i&apos;m going over to the next door neighbors house to babysit for luke and jake, their two kids. Luke and Jake are both CRAZZZYY boys and just love to run around and play and ohmygosh. I&apos;m gonna have my work cut out for me, but then again, i&apos;m babysitting till one AM so i&apos;m gonna make a lot.&lt;br /&gt;  i don&apos;t have much else to say so. if any one is bored tonight.&lt;br /&gt;holla at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emlee.</description>
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  <lj:music>tap tap tap o&apos; the keys</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 03:03:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>MOTHA&apos; FUCKIN&apos; BANG!</title>
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  <description>Alright so, this is my live journal...yeah.  i&apos;m actually not in the happiest moods as of right now because of my mother and her double standards.  For example [it&apos;s not all that serious but...] on monday, my dad came home from work and he was tired as fuck, and he wasn&apos;t hungry, but my mom wanted to go out to dinner, and she  practically forced my dad to go against his will...well tonight we planned on going out as a family because this was my dad&apos;s first night off in 15 days, so when my mom walked in the door, all we heard was her pissing and moaning about how effing tired she was and how she didn&apos;t want to go anywhere.  The end of the story is that my mom ended up not going for the same reason that my dad didn&apos;t want to go for, but was forced to go. I HATE THAT SHIT.  &lt;br /&gt;  Today was pretty interesting for the fact that i ditched another class. [and didn&apos;t get caught might i add] but leisha and i went out to Panera during band cause we had Paul Wallace [aka Paul Wall] as our sub and we could get away with it.  Elementary School Helpers was pretty much the same today.  All Jenna and i did was test the kids on their stuff and then yeah, just kind of graded papers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN&apos;T GET MY EFFIN&apos; LETTER TODAY EITHER!  I didn&apos;t realize how slow the people of peach tree city, Georgia operate, but it&apos;s hellllllllaaa slow.  I mean it&apos;s taken a week minus one day, and my letter from miss stephanie still isn&apos;t here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i&apos;m off to go do other things..such as DDR or possibly my math homework..who knows.&lt;br /&gt;[if you&apos;re bored and reading this ever...call me! 684-4963]</description>
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  <category>no letter. dangggg.</category>
  <lj:music>P.S i love you ~All American Rejects</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">P.S i love you ~All American Rejects</media:title>
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