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  <title>LAGUNA BeACH &lt;3</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 15:32:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>excited &amp; pissed off</title>
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  <description>heyy! im in careers right now...boring. and the only reason im updating this is cuz myspace is blocked...damnit! umm...andrea &amp; i gotta research LSD..fun man. it lasts for 12 hours...WOW! im really bored...gawsh..i think ima go to the basketball game after school w/ alesia and hannah. fun right? yeah boii! um..im really bored..tomarrows friday..YAY! and i think alesia hannah and a bunch of other people are going to the movies..im excited, but i dont know what we&apos;re guna see. ummmmm.....i think ima write a note for hannah soon..alesias not in my algebra class anymore!! =( it sucks man..but her lovers in my class, hes pretty damn kewl..=) haha..today 1st hour sucked..but i got a BLOW pop..yay..then algebra...i talked to chris kinda and jessica. chris got in a lot on trouble..but it was funy man. now im bored..but im guna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3ally</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 02:08:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>She was never too thin&lt;br /&gt;And never too fat&lt;br /&gt;But she wanted to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;And that was that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She compared and contrasted&lt;br /&gt;She needed to be loved&lt;br /&gt;She forgot about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who watched her above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she wanted&lt;br /&gt;If anything needed&lt;br /&gt;Was to be told she was thin&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts always heeded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried and cried&lt;br /&gt;Herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Down with her feelings&lt;br /&gt;Her emotions would creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect not acceptable&lt;br /&gt;She threw up everyday&lt;br /&gt;At lunch her food went down&lt;br /&gt;In the garbage off the tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends just went away&lt;br /&gt;They tried to help this girl&lt;br /&gt;But all of these girl’s friends&lt;br /&gt;Went away like a pearl in the ocean of a lost girl in a shrill of a swirl like an ocean pearl carried off by the tide like the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And saw someone fat&lt;br /&gt;While others disagreed&lt;br /&gt;And thought “is it that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it, in fact,&lt;br /&gt;A need to be told&lt;br /&gt;That soon she would find&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then one day&lt;br /&gt;She had had enough&lt;br /&gt;She found living &lt;br /&gt;A life that was rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took some pills&lt;br /&gt;She had near her closet door&lt;br /&gt;Next thing she knew&lt;br /&gt;She was lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found her self &lt;br /&gt;In a pool of sweat&lt;br /&gt;There was no way&lt;br /&gt;She could live with this debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew she wouldn’t kill herself&lt;br /&gt;Or do anything dumb&lt;br /&gt;But to make you ill was so immature&lt;br /&gt;To make your body numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;With tears in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She saw someone sad&lt;br /&gt;Covered up by her lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wondered how life&lt;br /&gt;Had turned out this way &lt;br /&gt;Why she had turned&lt;br /&gt;All her friends away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She soon knew that her life would not be&lt;br /&gt;The way she wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;So she found away to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Soon her soul from her body would flee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never eat&lt;br /&gt;If she did, throw it up&lt;br /&gt;She would rot away&lt;br /&gt;Because perfect was never enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that poem! MAJOR credits to erica p!</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Grand Theft Autumn-Fall Out Boy</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 01:25:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:&lt;br /&gt;» I committed suicide:&lt;br /&gt;» I said I liked you:&lt;br /&gt;» I kissed you:&lt;br /&gt;» I started smoking:&lt;br /&gt;» I lived next door to you:&lt;br /&gt;» I stole something:&lt;br /&gt;» I was hospitalized:&lt;br /&gt;» I ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;» I got into a fight and you weren&apos;t there:&lt;br /&gt;» I got beaten to death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;» Personality:&lt;br /&gt;» Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;» Face:&lt;br /&gt;» Hair:&lt;br /&gt;» Clothes:&lt;br /&gt;» Manners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;[6] What&apos;s the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[12] Would you make love to me?&lt;br /&gt;[13] Are we close?&lt;br /&gt;[14] Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;[15] Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?&lt;br /&gt;[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;[18] Am I lovable?&lt;br /&gt;[19] How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;[20] Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;[21] What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;[22] Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;[23] What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;[24] Do you think I&apos;ll get married?&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;[26] What about me makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;[27] What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;[28] What&apos;s something you would change about me?&lt;br /&gt;[29] How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn&apos;t?&lt;br /&gt;[31] Do you think I would kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 01:22:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl talked back to you again. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl painted her nails black. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl dated before sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl doesnt go to church. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl hates you. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl has given up on life. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl wants to run away. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl hasnt let you dry her tears. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl disobeys you. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl hates the world. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl is hated by the world. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl says bad things about you. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl is very unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide. &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect little girl has become a disgrace. &lt;br /&gt;Whats your perfect little girl now?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 01:15:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>GUYS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((HOW YOU CAN TELL iF A GiRL LiKES YOU))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE MAKES EYE CONTACT &amp;&amp; SMiLES AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE HiTS YOU SOFTLY ON THE ARM &amp;&amp; LAUGHS WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHiNG FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE FLiPS HER HAiR WHEN SHE iS TALKiNG TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE TOUCHES YOUR ARM WHEN SHE TALKS TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE SAYS, &quot;NO, i AM NOT TELLiNG YOU WHO i LiKE&quot; WiTH A BiG SMiLE ON HER FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE ASK YOU WHO YOU LiKE OR WHO YOU WOULD GO OUT WiTH SEEMiNGLY iNTERESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//WHEN YOU GO TO THE MOViES WiTH HER &amp;&amp; YOUR FRiENDS &amp;&amp; SHE iS ALMOST ALWAYS NEXT TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE CRiTiZES ON THE GiRL THAT YOU LiKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//YOU CATCH HER STARiNG AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE PLAYS WiTH YOUR HAiR OR TRiES TO PUT MAKE - UP ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HER FRiENDS OUTSiDER OF SCHOOL &amp;&amp; iN SCHOOL KNOW ABOUT YOU &amp;&amp; SAYS THAT SHE TALKS ABOUT YOU A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE KNOWS YOUR PHONE NUMBER &amp;&amp; ADDRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//SHE WiLL TRY &amp;&amp; TALK &amp;&amp; SPEND TiME WiTH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSiBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GiRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((HOW YOU CAN TELL iF A GUY LiKES YOU))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE STARES AT YOU A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE HiTS YOU A LOT. (( JUST PLAY HiTTiNG.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE USES THE FiRST THiNG THAT POPS iNTO HiS HEAD TO START A CONVERSATiON WiTH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE YELLED &quot;Hi&quot; TO YOU MOM THAT DAY SHE PiCKED YOU UP FROM SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE BLEW OFF HiS BUDS TO GO SEE &quot;RUN AWAY BRiDE&quot; WiTH YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT GET ANOTHER GiRL PAL TO GO &amp;&amp; DiD NOT WANT TO GO ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE TRiES TO MAKE YOU LAUGH ANYWAY EVEN iF HE GETS HURT iN THE PROCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HiS VOiCE GET SOFTER ((&quot;HEY, YOU&quot;)) WHENEVER YOU TWO TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//YOU HUNG UP ON HiM &amp;&amp; HE CALLED YOU BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//YOU WERE iNViTED BY HiM TO GO TO A GROUP OUTiNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE CALLED YOU TO TALK ABOUT NOTHiNG AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE iMiTATES YOUR LAUGH. OKAY, YOU DO SORT SOMETiMES WHiCH MAKES YOU LAUGH EVEN HARDER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE REMEMBERS LiTTLE THiNGS YOU MENTiONED iN A CASUAL CONVERSATiON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE SOMETiMES STARES STRAiGHT iNTO YOUR EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//HE USES EVERY POSSiBLE WAY TO TOUCH YOU. 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YOUR WiSH WiLL COME TRUE iF YOU REPOST THiS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;iF YOU DON&apos;T REPOST THiS THEN YOU WiLL NEVER GET ASKED OUT EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THiS WiTHiN 15 MiNUTES &amp;&amp; YOUR WiSH WiLL COME TRUE iN 5 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THiS iN 10 MiNUTES &amp;&amp; YOUR WiSH WiLL COME TRUE WiTHiN 3 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THiS iN 5 MiNTUES &amp;&amp; YOUR WiSH WiLL COME TRUE iN ONE DAY...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 01:00:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate my life. today sucked..hope tomarrows better, but i know it wont be..&lt;br /&gt; dance this friday, im SO excited! hope its fun &amp; not gay..well this is rele short but w/e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment byotch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally*</description>
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  <lj:music>who you&apos;d be today«-»Kenny Chesney</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">who you&apos;d be today«-»Kenny Chesney</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 00:57:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You are...(looks)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in between&lt;br /&gt;[*] short&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ] redheaded&lt;br /&gt;[*] brunette &lt;br /&gt;[ ] black-haired&lt;br /&gt;[*] blue-eyed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brown-eyed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] green-eyed&lt;br /&gt;[*] hazel eyed &lt;br /&gt;[ ] gold eyed &lt;br /&gt;[ ] grey eyed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with glasses&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with contacts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with braces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with freckles&lt;br /&gt;[*] with piercings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with tattoos&lt;br /&gt;[*] and have long hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] and have short hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] and have mid-length hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nationality includes...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chinese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] indian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] taiwanese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] japanese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hispanic&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nicoya&lt;br /&gt;[ ] puerto rican&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chicana&lt;br /&gt;[ ] italian&lt;br /&gt;[*] scottish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] filipino&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dutch&lt;br /&gt;[ ] french&lt;br /&gt;[ ] german&lt;br /&gt;[ ] irish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] greek&lt;br /&gt;[ ] portuguese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] polish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] korean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jamacian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] canadian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lithuanian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] native american&lt;br /&gt;[ ] russian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] british&lt;br /&gt;[ ] danish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] african&lt;br /&gt;[ ] romanian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] armenian&lt;br /&gt;[*] finnish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] swedish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color(s) are?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] red&lt;br /&gt;[*] pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] yellow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] green&lt;br /&gt;[*] blue&lt;br /&gt;[ ] white&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silver&lt;br /&gt;[ ] purple&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ] orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things you&apos;ve done/played include...&lt;br /&gt;[*] soccer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cheerleading &lt;br /&gt;[*] dancing&lt;br /&gt;[*] tennis&lt;br /&gt;[ ] field hockey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hockey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] football&lt;br /&gt;[*] softball &lt;br /&gt;[ ] wrestling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[ ] track/cross country&lt;br /&gt;[ ] basketball&lt;br /&gt;[ ] baseball&lt;br /&gt;[ ] golf&lt;br /&gt;[ ]playing in the mud&lt;br /&gt;[*] playing music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hiking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kayaking&lt;br /&gt;[*] camping&lt;br /&gt;[*] horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;[ ] marching band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;[*] annoying&lt;br /&gt;[*] talkative&lt;br /&gt;[*] shy&lt;br /&gt;[*] funny&lt;br /&gt;[*] serious&lt;br /&gt;[*] bubbly&lt;br /&gt;[*] spazzy&lt;br /&gt;[*] fun-loving&lt;br /&gt;[*] laid back&lt;br /&gt;[ ] strict&lt;br /&gt;[*] hyper&lt;br /&gt;[*] weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music you like is?&lt;br /&gt;[*] rap&lt;br /&gt;[*] rock&lt;br /&gt;[*] pop&lt;br /&gt;[*] country&lt;br /&gt;[*] hip hop&lt;br /&gt;[*] r&amp;b&lt;br /&gt;[ ] slow jams&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Christian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] classical&lt;br /&gt;[ ] techno&lt;br /&gt;[ ] oldies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the 80s&lt;br /&gt;[*kinda] punk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Metal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] reggae&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Goth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Latin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 90&apos;s Grunge&lt;br /&gt;[ ] musicals&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 70&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disco&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Classic rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pets you have are?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dog&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lizard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ferret&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rabbit&lt;br /&gt;[*] fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bird &lt;br /&gt;[*] other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes you like to wear are?&lt;br /&gt;[*] plain t shirts&lt;br /&gt;[*] sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stockings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] high heels&lt;br /&gt;[ ] boots&lt;br /&gt;[*] sneakers&lt;br /&gt;[*] jeans&lt;br /&gt;[*] pj pants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] boxers &lt;br /&gt;[*] panties&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dresses&lt;br /&gt;[*] mini skirts&lt;br /&gt;[*sometimes] long skirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watches&lt;br /&gt;[*] necklace&lt;br /&gt;[*] hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;[*] toe socks&lt;br /&gt;[*] flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[*] halter tops&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stilettos&lt;br /&gt;[ ] band shirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shorts&lt;br /&gt;[*] sleeveless shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like to wear your hair?&lt;br /&gt;[*] down&lt;br /&gt;[*] ponytail &lt;br /&gt;[*] pigtails&lt;br /&gt;[*] messy bun&lt;br /&gt;[*] half ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[*] scrunched/curly&lt;br /&gt;[*] bun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crimped &lt;br /&gt;[ ] with a bandana&lt;br /&gt;[*] French braids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lots of little braids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gel&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] messy hot guy hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fauxhawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re mostly labeled as?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] goth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] emo&lt;br /&gt;[*sometimes] prep&lt;br /&gt;[ ] punk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hippie&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nerd&lt;br /&gt;[*] ditzy&lt;br /&gt;[*] hyper&lt;br /&gt;[*] happy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] everything&lt;br /&gt;[*] I hate labels&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love labels&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;[***] Ghetto Valley Girl =) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dessert every night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no meat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] diet stuff&lt;br /&gt;[*] healthy foods&lt;br /&gt;[*] junk foods&lt;br /&gt;[*] a lot of carbs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lots of meat&lt;br /&gt;[*] salad&lt;br /&gt;[ ] seafood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mountain dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical friday night...&lt;br /&gt;[*] mall with your friends&lt;br /&gt;[*] partying&lt;br /&gt;[*] watching movies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] going to the club&lt;br /&gt;[*] staying home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] babysitting and getting $$&lt;br /&gt;[*] hanging out w/ my friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hanging out w/ your boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] working while your friends are out having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently you are...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in a relationship &lt;br /&gt;[*] single and lovin it&lt;br /&gt;[*] crushing&lt;br /&gt;[*] single and looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] just broke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online, you use:&lt;br /&gt;[*] lol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sup&lt;br /&gt;[*] =D&lt;br /&gt;[*] lmao&lt;br /&gt;[*] stfu&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ty&lt;br /&gt;[*] j/k&lt;br /&gt;[*] ttyl&lt;br /&gt;[*] g2g&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ^^&lt;br /&gt;[ ] T_T&lt;br /&gt;[ ] x_x&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many doses and I&apos;m starting to get an attraction.&lt;br /&gt;My confidence is leaving me on my own.&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me and you know I don&apos;t want the attention.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 14:47:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hey im in careers right now..boring...grr. im talking to assey and andrea. yeah..im SO excited..my birthdays in FIVE DAYS! yay! and i get to go shopping thursday and then someday over the weekend w/ assey! YAY! im so excited..and i know all of you are jelaous...hehe. saturday is alesias party..im not sure if i can go yet..i hope i can. it should be fun. assey, bri are going im pretty sure..idk who else is going. Im taking this gay test...*blech*! But i think im guna go. &lt;br /&gt; *Anyone who watched Laguna Beach last night comment and PLEASE tell me what happened! I missed it!! =( PLEASE TELL ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truely,&lt;br /&gt;     Ally</description>
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  <lj:music>Dirty little secret*</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Dirty little secret*</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 02:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, unless and dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the night I waste in size in a wakeful dowse I sarrow-for the head, the lips, the eyes for the metting of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a world full of people pretending to be something there not, but when I talk to you i&apos;m the guy I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &apos;--»A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know it&apos;s scary and I know you had a tough &lt;br /&gt;time with him but just tell me if you can show &lt;br /&gt;me your heart. Because if you do, I&apos;ll guard it&lt;br /&gt;with my life.&quot;                 ~ One Tree Hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d rather spend one moment holding you &lt;br /&gt;than  living  the rest of my life knowing I &lt;br /&gt;couldn&apos;t                        -Bubble Boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P R E P --- iis tha new ---  P I M P&lt;br /&gt; don&apos;t go solo .  .  . grab a polo ;;;;  &lt;br /&gt;  you   don&apos;t   gotta   holla   juss  **&lt;br /&gt;  pop your collar   get   with  the &lt;br /&gt; program its whats its all about  +&lt;br /&gt;         -- Abercrombie &amp;&amp; Fitch  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile..i feel like puttin it in her..cuz im jus so kewl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;alliwantistobehiso©&lt;br /&gt;its mafia princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a bitch cuz if it were a slut it&apos;d be easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starvation is control. control is tough. bones are beautiful when being thin isn&apos;t enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dean is an evil whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know.. golden oreos are racist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna touch the pancake man with my stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our camoflauge &amp; protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love us--»trampy trio«--bri ashley ally&lt;br /&gt;   `-» you only live once, but when you live like us, once is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a world full of people pretending to be something there not, but when I talk to you i&apos;m the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stutter good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we get raped im telling on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghetto valley girl..yeah, i know. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally assey andrea alesia-»four sluty skanks«-gotta love us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldeirs are sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima 5&apos;1&quot;-5&apos;2&quot; homerecking slut! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is trying to rape me! haha!!</description>
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  <title>I think the world&apos;s trying to rape me...lmbo</title>
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  <description>heyy everyone! i just got home..today was fun..i woke up WAY to early..it sucked. then i talked to andrea...then i went over to her house. we watched the BEST MOVIE EVER! PeterPan! that movie rocks socks! thennn we ate some din din..pizza! yum. =) then we went to the movies laydur w/ her me lauren and caitlin..whose jealous now?! HA! hehe. we saw jus like heaven..it was rele good. but rele sad too! and i guess im a 5&apos;1&quot; or 5&apos;2&quot; homerecking slut! LMAO! and the world&apos;s trying to rape me! HAHA! that was SOO funy...whose jealous now?! ha times TWO! hehe. we went to cosi! hell yeah, that place rocks..lmao assey and andrea! MY BIRTHDAYS IN 12 DAYS! yay! im excited..sry, kinda random..but. then after i came home i jus came online, and then changed cuz i was rele cold. and now im talking to assey and im getting tired cuz i woke up too early. grr. the LONG weekend next week is SO gonna be awesome! except andreas guna be at her dads! =( *frown* so then...i think the weekend after that im havin my party so she can come. im excited!and im getting &quot;peterpan&quot; for my birthday! yay. im happy. lol.. but i think ima talk to assey for a lil longer..then mayB write some stuff, idk. then bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it here darlings..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dearest&lt;br /&gt; Krissy*</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 21:37:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The *best* love is the&apos; kind that -awakens- the&lt;br /&gt;soul and makes us reach for more, that plants&lt;br /&gt;a /fire/ in our .hearts. and brings&apos; peace to our&lt;br /&gt;minds. And ×| that`s |× what you`ve given me.&lt;br /&gt;That`s what I`d ((hoped)) to give you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|[nobody]| loves` me*&lt;br /&gt;they just //push// me.&lt;br /&gt;aside |nobody| loves&apos;&lt;br /&gt;me i can [see] it in  `*&lt;br /&gt;their eyes` nobody ..&lt;br /&gt;loves` me they think*&lt;br /&gt;i lie nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;i should just die    x|3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; isn`t it weird how the cuts&lt;br /&gt;only hurt for awhile yet the&lt;br /&gt;pain |[never]| seems to go *&lt;br /&gt;away                            x|3`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know your in love when&lt;br /&gt;you walk | next | to the .*one&apos;&lt;br /&gt;special person ; your «hart3&apos;&lt;br /&gt;`flutters*; your stomach qets&lt;br /&gt;butterflies ; and the [rest] of`&lt;br /&gt;your world just *disappears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don`t trust anyone because&lt;br /&gt;`*before you can say &quot; best&lt;br /&gt;friiends forever &quot; they-[wiill]&lt;br /&gt;stab you iin the // back //   `*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m *tryinq* to see things-&lt;br /&gt;your`way` but i can`t qet&lt;br /&gt;my head head that far up&lt;br /&gt;my ass                        =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s hard to grow up in a world       ;&lt;br /&gt;where you&apos;ll never be the pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else seems to have *&lt;br /&gt;everything you`ve ever wanted     ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOmetymes i wOnder . . .&lt;br /&gt;whO  -  would  -  miss   -&apos;&lt;br /&gt;me if iwAs gOne . . . ?    ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all u can dO is smiile an&lt;br /&gt;mOve on wiid tha Day.. hOld baCk&apos;&lt;br /&gt;ya tEars n -»pretend«- yOur Okay&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lYfe dOn`t hurT untill  yOu  think  abOut *&lt;br /&gt;hOw mUch thingS have chAngEd * whO&lt;br /&gt;yOu`ve lOst alOng the wAy * nd abOut -&lt;br /&gt;    - »   hOw much wAs yOur fAult     « -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*´¨) its funny                            -&lt;br /&gt; ¸.· how much shit ppl              .&lt;br /&gt;( talk behind yer back              `&lt;br /&gt;  `·. but when u confront em    &apos;&lt;br /&gt;      ) they   be    like    DAMN   *&lt;br /&gt;¸.·´ who      told     u     that    ?;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·.¸     al0n3        in       thiSz      w0rld     ,.·´¯)&lt;br /&gt;. - ¦ - .      i      am      c0mpl3t3ly      l0st     . - ¦ - .&lt;br /&gt;&apos; - - - »  ii have giv3n uhp 0n 3v3rythinG  « - - - &apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You know, if i were to die right now, in some &apos;&lt;br /&gt;sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness&lt;br /&gt;of a friend ... well , that would just be ok.&quot;       *&lt;br /&gt;- - S p o n g e b o b S q u a r e p a n t s    x 3 3&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see her scars ...&lt;br /&gt;and  she  just  says ...&lt;br /&gt;&quot; it was an accident &quot;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* . : if b0is had | peri0ds | they `d-&lt;br /&gt;brag b0ut thurr | tamp0n | size. : *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i               LoVe               tHe              wHoLe&apos;&lt;br /&gt;*     SiNgLe     *     PaRtY     *    FuN tHiNg   */|&lt;br /&gt;BuT sOmEtImEs i WoUlDnT MiNd tHe  wHoLE&lt;br /&gt;*  LoViN *  HoLdin hAnDs *  HiS gIrL tHiNg  *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YoU   WaTcH   hEr   WaLk   DoWn  ThE hAlL&lt;br /&gt;BiG  SmiLe , LaUgHiNg , LoOkS  sO  hApPy ,&lt;br /&gt;YoU&apos;d    NeVeR    kNoW   sHe   GoEs  HoMe|&lt;br /&gt;nd  C r I e S  hErSeLf To - - - &amp;gt; &amp;gt;  s l e e p  ..&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cuts her self         &apos;&lt;br /&gt;never enough to kill     *&lt;br /&gt;herself  ..  just enough`&lt;br /&gt;to let go of all the        *&apos;&lt;br /&gt;tourment and the pain  &apos;&lt;br /&gt;and to hear the scream&lt;br /&gt;x    i   n   s   i   d   e     x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x  |  |  3   i&apos;m   scared    ;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i turned to  the  knife    ;&lt;br /&gt;instead of   you   x | | 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|[ sO there`s || this bOy ||    &amp;&lt;br /&gt;he kinda has || my heart x3 ]|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*: ·. gOnNa LiVe It Up-Go FuCkIn [CrAzI]  &lt;br /&gt;.·:* gOnNa HaVe My FuNn-CuZ fO nOw  &lt;br /&gt;*:·. . i&apos;m - » »             nObOdY&apos;s BaYbEe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ins ` t it wreid TaHt yOu can sltil raeD     ;&lt;br /&gt;tihs eevn tohugh tHe ltetres are mexid    ;&lt;br /&gt;up ? it ` ss bceuase the hmuan mnid olny&lt;br /&gt;fcOuses on the frsit nd lsat ` ltetres       *&lt;br /&gt;Of the word . its like beauty ...  ` people -&lt;br /&gt;only pay attenti0n to the O u t s i d e ....  ;&lt;br /&gt;not   ×   the   ×   inside                         x|3&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Love quoTe, A Love poem, or A&lt;br /&gt;love song could never come close&lt;br /&gt;To eXplaininq How i FeeL for u ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time people ask me if i`m okay ...&lt;br /&gt;it`S jUsT A RemindeR tHaT i`m Not   «|3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 20:18:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>One cut takes the pain away. The sharp edqe of the razor slices*         &lt;br /&gt;         throuqh my skin easily. It`s nothinq -new- to me, I`ve done this` all         &lt;br /&gt;         before` The /scars/ upon my wrist are a constant&apos; reminder of my         &lt;br /&gt;         `secret sickness&apos; I am &apos; angry &apos; today, and as I drape the » razor «         &lt;br /&gt;         accross my skin, I see the thick -red- anqer, settinq me free. I feel         &lt;br /&gt;         nothinq, for I am .numb. to the pain. I feel it`s [ thickness ] drippinq&apos;         &lt;br /&gt;         down my arm, but as I look this time, it is not release that I feel.  &apos;`*         &lt;br /&gt;         Instead, I feel | sickness&apos; | wash throuqh me. I .stand. and I -stare-         &lt;br /&gt;         afraid to move, afraid to ..breath.., for each pulse` of my *( vein )*         &lt;br /&gt;         intensifies` this sudden pain&apos; I drop my »razor« to the counter and         &lt;br /&gt;         walk away. I awake the next day and see the thick |[red]| /slices/`         &lt;br /&gt;         upon my arm. In my blind anqer, I had ·.·° tortured °·.· myself to get         &lt;br /&gt;         away. I .sit. and I -stare-, feelinq sick. The days quickly pass, and         &lt;br /&gt;         it has been *`&apos;weeks since that niqht, and I am angry aqain. I go to         &lt;br /&gt;         my drawer;; and qrab the shiny bit of metal that acted as my &apos;best         &lt;br /&gt;         friend. My thouqhts beqin to race, and I look from my razor . to my         &lt;br /&gt;         arm, and back aqain. My heart beqins to thump, and as I lower my         &lt;br /&gt;         arm, I whisper my prayer, &quot; Lord save me, I`ve done it aqain.... &quot; *&apos;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that..i didnt write it. but kredits to sUiCiDaLqUrLx3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She`s in her&apos;parents&apos;bathroom, and she`s crying [ all ] alone.&lt;br /&gt;She`s staring&apos;at her reflection, and * no - one * else is home.&lt;br /&gt;She`s mad&apos;and she`s depressed, she&apos;holds a \\blade\\ in her&lt;br /&gt;right hand. She`s - lost - her grip on / life / .while reality slips&lt;br /&gt;through her`hands like sand. She`s staring at her *- wrist -*,&lt;br /&gt;and envying it`s perfection. She`s planned this&apos;for (so) long,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody pays attention. She`s :: made :: up her mind, and&lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s not afraid to die. She`s *not afraid of pain, and there`s&lt;br /&gt;no need to say &apos;good-bye.&apos; She&apos;s afraid no one will stop her,&lt;br /&gt;even though she`hates her life. She`s blank and she`s tired,&lt;br /&gt;as she glances&apos;at the knife. She puts the / blade / to her skin&lt;br /&gt;and she .knows. what she`is doing. She | slit | her wrist, but&lt;br /&gt;exactly *whose* life is she ruining ? She`s lying on&apos; the floor&lt;br /&gt;watching her .soul slip away. She`s [ still ] crying and she`s&lt;br /&gt;lifeless, in her&apos; head she - starts - to pray. She`s closing her&lt;br /&gt;eyes  and it`s |[ time ]| for her to `go. She&apos;`whispers, &quot; I`m so&lt;br /&gt;sorry,&quot; but to whom... we&apos;ll never know.                          «|3`&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &apos;|[ kReDiiTs t0 LiiZ ]|&apos;&apos;&lt;br /&gt;credits to whoever liz is.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 02:29:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;rea baby got a boyfriend!!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love you guys! you&apos;re AWESOME AS HELL!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;comment&amp;nbsp;cuz you know you&amp;nbsp;love us!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 20:30:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Angel of Music!&lt;br /&gt;You denied me,&lt;br /&gt;turning from true beauty . . .&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Music!&lt;br /&gt;Do not shun me . . .&lt;br /&gt;Come to your strange&lt;br /&gt;Angel . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Music!&lt;br /&gt;I denied you,&lt;br /&gt;turning from true beauty . . .&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Music!&lt;br /&gt;My protector . . .&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, strange&lt;br /&gt;Angel . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Of The Opera rocks sexy socks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 02:55:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Did you know ??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when you envy someone, it&apos;s because you really like that person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real weak and most succeptible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : I love you, sorry, and help me. The people who say these are actually in need of them or really feel them, and are the ones you really need to treasure, because they have said them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others company or helping others are the ones that actually need your company and help? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who dress in red are more confident in themselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their beauty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when you help someone, the help is returned in two folds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who need more of you are those that don&apos;t mention it to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it&apos;s easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face?But did you know that it has more value when you say it to their face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that what is most difficult for you to say or do is much more valuable than anything that is valuable that you can buy with money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes are granted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling in love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if you really knew, you&apos;d be surprised by what you could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don&apos;t believe everything I tell you, until you try it for yourself , if you know someone that is in need of something that I mentioned, and you know that you can help, you&apos;ll see that it will be returned in two-fold . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;One day, we will change the world...or we are already changing it &quot; THE BALL IS NOW IN YOUR COURT... If the world were to end in 24 hours, all the phone lines, chat rooms and e-mails will be saturated from people sending messages to others, saying: &quot;I regret having made you feel bad&quot;, &quot;Pardon me&quot;, &quot;I love you&quot;, &quot;I hold you in high esteem&quot;, take good care of yourself&quot; and sometimes &quot;I have always loved you, only I never told you&quot;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 00:23:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;heyy! well, the past few days have been interesting..yesturday school...at lunch i got a funy look from someone...but w/e.. then after school, me andrea, lauren, nick, brad, andrew went to the movies. we went to see underclassman. its an awesome movie.my second time seeing it w/ andrea and lauren...lol. and there was like no one else in the theatre..then we realized there was a guy..oops. then andrea lauren and i found out we had no way home..so after the movie we hung aruond the movie theatre for a bit..then started walking home..then we got a lil further..these guys were like slowing down and were all like &quot;hey ladies&quot; and it was freaky and i hate that cuz it always happens. and to mention i felt like a major slut...lol andrea and lauren..so we called my dad and he picked us up..but before he picked us up we walked back to the theatre and nick brad and andrew were still there...but we werent talking to them...then andrews dad picked them up...so andrea lauren and i were talking..we said A LOT of interesting things..lOl!!!! me-&quot;i think his dad saw me!&quot; LOL!! that was SO funy! thats long story short..but, it all got cleared up..i think. anyways..i wanted to beat someones ass today at school..but i didnt. then after i ate lunch i threw up...gosh damnit..im so sick of that. so then 2 hours laydur..after 4th and 5th i went home. then i read a note i got from hannah..then started writing her back...fell asleep...then got woken up and jus went back to sleep..then alesia called, and she came over and brought my cds..and i gave her capris shes borrowing. thenn i managed to eat some din din..didnt throw it up, thank god! =) then i went to babysit..and i like jus got home..andrea should be calling soon, so ima go. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;leave&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;darlings&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jemma Enid&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>real fine place to start«-»sara evans</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">real fine place to start«-»sara evans</media:title>
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  <description>LADIES...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait for the boy who kisses your forhead,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;who thinks you&apos;re just as pretty without makeup on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, &quot;...that&apos;s her.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2005 03:20:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&quot;Untitled&quot;&lt;br&gt;By: Simple Plan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br&gt;I try to see but I&apos;m blinded by the white light&lt;br&gt;I can&apos;t remember how&lt;br&gt;I can&apos;t remember why&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m lying here tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I can&apos;t stand the pain&lt;br&gt;And I can&apos;t make it go away&lt;br&gt;No I can&apos;t stand the pain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chorus:&lt;br&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br&gt;The night goes on&lt;br&gt;As I&apos;m fading away&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m sick of this life&lt;br&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody&apos;s screaming&lt;br&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m slipping off the edge&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m hanging by a thread&lt;br&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br&gt;And I can&apos;t explain what happened&lt;br&gt;And I can&apos;t erase the things that I&apos;ve done&lt;br&gt;No I can&apos;t&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br&gt;The night goes on&lt;br&gt;As I&apos;m fading away&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m sick of this life&lt;br&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br&gt;The night goes on&lt;br&gt;As I&apos;m fading away&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m sick of this life&lt;br&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yeah, thats about how i feel right now..today was awful. and surprisingly, im not talking about the school part. well i hung out w/ andrea, adrian, lauren and shelby. it was fun. but i was getting very mad. then i got home...broke my window..got threatened to be smacked in the face and i was so scared=(...got punched in the arm and in the JAW! and it hurts like hell;(my jaw).god, i hate my life. tomarrow ima prolly have a bruise, i cant even chew gum or yawn w/o my stupid jaw hurting. im SO sick of all this shit. gosh...this shit keeps happening and my parents say stuff, then things seem better for like a lil bit, and it happens all over again. oh, yeah. and my frickin sister ran away, oh ya real smart right? my parents had to go fuckin look for her, while i was sittin on my ass waitin for amy and melissa to get back, they were guna pick some stuff up for me from the store.=) gosh i love them so much.&amp;nbsp;they are the best, if they hadn&apos;t been there, aw, i woulda booked. I don&apos;t know what ima do when amys gone. gosh, this is like, horrible. i had the worst dream last night...amy died, i woke up bawling! i wouldnt know what i would do if that happened...but i gotta go. school tomarrow, and its a stupid whole day. andrea is going to be my locker parter! and im excited cuz i might get to go to the My Chemical Romance concert! i LOVE them! =D so if i go, it&apos;ll be awesome! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;leave&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;losers, im gonna need it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your Dearest,&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bella&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>these wordsz  are  my own .. threw  some chordsz   toqether  . the  combination D-E-F               &lt;br /&gt;is  who  i  am,   is  what  i  do ..  and  i  was  qonna  lay  it down  for  you  ..        ` try to               &lt;br /&gt;focus &apos; my  attention   but  i  feel  so  A-D-D  ..  i need  some  help,  some  inspiration but               &lt;br /&gt;itsz  not`  cominq  easily  ..  whoah   oh  ... tryinq  to   find  the  maqic .. tryinq  to  write`               &lt;br /&gt;a  classic  .. don`t  you  know,   don`t  you  know,  don`t  you  know?    waste- bin  full&apos;               &lt;br /&gt;of paper,  clever* rhymesz,   see  you  later  .  `  these  wordsz  are  my  own  ..  from*               &lt;br /&gt;my heart  flow  ..`&apos; `*  i love  you    `*     i    love    you   `*   i   love   you   `*  i   love   you&apos;               &lt;br /&gt;there`s  no   other  way   -  to  better   say  ..   i  love  you,  i  love  you ...    read  some`               &lt;br /&gt;byron shelly,  and   keats     ..   `  recited  it   over   a  hip -  hop  beat.            i`m  havinq               &lt;br /&gt;trouble  sayinq&apos;   what  i  mean..   with  dead  poetsz   and  drum  machines..  i  know  i`               &lt;br /&gt;had  some  studio time booked..   but  i   couldn`t   find   a  killer  hook  ..     now  you`ve&apos;               &lt;br /&gt;qone  and  raised  the  bar riqht up.nothinq i write is ever qood   enouqh,  these words*               &lt;br /&gt;are my own, from my heart flow&apos;   i love  you    i    love    you  i   love   you  i   love   you               &lt;br /&gt;theres  no  other  way,   to  better  say  ..      i  love  you,  i  love  you...   i`m  qettinq  off               &lt;br /&gt;my` staqe,   the   curtainsz    pull   away,  no  hyperbole     to  hide   behind,  my  naked&apos;               &lt;br /&gt;soul exposes..    whoah.     oh..   oh..  oh..  woah..   ooh ..    tryinq   to  find  the  maqic`               &lt;br /&gt;tryinq towrite  a   classic,     waste- bin   full  of  paper..        clever  rhymes,   see  you&apos;               &lt;br /&gt;later   ..  these&apos; wordsz   are   my   own      ..                               from   my   heart   flow&apos;               &lt;br /&gt;`*  i love  you              `*      i    love    you              `*   i   love   you            `*  i   love   you               &lt;br /&gt;thats   all  i   qot   to  say..   can`t  think   of   a   better   way   ..    and   thats     all   i`ve.               &lt;br /&gt;qot  to  say..       i     love   you      is      that   ok?                            - natasha bedingfield&apos;</description>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#336666&quot;&gt;the s t r o n g e s t person&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339999&quot;&gt;you see all day ...may be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00cccc&quot;&gt;the one who&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;goes home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66cccc&quot;&gt;and cries themself to sleep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ffff&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; t&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;n&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;g&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;h&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9999ff&quot;&gt;stop trying to find out &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6666cc&quot;&gt;who other people really &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6633ff&quot;&gt;are, and figure out who&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&apos;---»&amp;nbsp;you are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot;&gt;some things are meant to happen. some things&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;are bound to be. some things have a way of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc33&quot;&gt;making doubting hearts .believe. sometimes in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000066&quot;&gt;spite of difference, sometimes against all odds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#663366&quot;&gt;some things are meant to happen. its written&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003333&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; in the stars*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff99ff&quot;&gt;&amp;amp; &apos;when he&apos;s not around ;;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc66cc&quot;&gt;there`s something missing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot;&gt;from&amp;nbsp; her&amp;nbsp; smiLe&apos;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#990000&quot;&gt;a kiss isn`t a kiss until it`s the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot;&gt;one you love. a hug isn`t a hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;until it`s the one you are thinking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6666&quot;&gt;of. a dream is just a dream until&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcccc&quot;&gt;you make it come true. love is just&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;a word until it is --» proven to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2005 03:03:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Artist: The Click Five &lt;br /&gt;Album: Greetings From Imrie House &lt;br /&gt;Title: Pop Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself at your show last night&lt;br /&gt;looking at the sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of a fresher crowd&lt;br /&gt;you keep living like you&apos;re a movie star&lt;br /&gt;but tell me who you really are&lt;br /&gt;when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby your a glitter doll&lt;br /&gt;on the radio&lt;br /&gt;i dissolve&lt;br /&gt;in my stereo&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ve got me&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ve got me coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pop princess hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I&apos;m a fan&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;freak me out turn me inside out&lt;br /&gt;pop princess make me smile&lt;br /&gt;pop princess drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;So baby turn your love up loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were hiding in a darkened stall&lt;br /&gt;waiting on your curtain&lt;br /&gt;getting your piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;but I was looking past the glossy stare&lt;br /&gt;I knew who was really there&lt;br /&gt;and I&apos;d like to spend some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby your a glitter doll&lt;br /&gt;on the radio&lt;br /&gt;i dissolve&lt;br /&gt;in my stereo&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ve got me&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ve got me coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pop princess hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I&apos;m a fan&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;freak me out turn me inside out&lt;br /&gt;pop princess make me smile&lt;br /&gt;pop princess drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;So baby turn your love up loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl I think you&apos;re radical&lt;br /&gt;but you&apos;re a star and I&apos;m fanatical&lt;br /&gt;can we start something new&lt;br /&gt;just between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop princess hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I&apos;m a fan&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;freak me out turn me indside out&lt;br /&gt;pop princess make me smile&lt;br /&gt;pop princess drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;So baby turn your love up loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pop princess ohh&lt;br /&gt;pop princess ohh&lt;br /&gt;So baby trun your love up loud&lt;br /&gt;pop princess ohh&lt;br /&gt;pop princess ohh&lt;br /&gt;So baby trun your love up loud&lt;br /&gt;pop princess ohh&lt;br /&gt;pop princess ohh&lt;br /&gt;So baby trun your love up loud&lt;br /&gt;pop princess I need you now&lt;br /&gt;So baby turn your love up loud</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 05:25:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;i`m not depressed;; i just hate everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#330000&quot;&gt;i`m not a horrible person;; i just let everyone down&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#660000&quot;&gt;i`m not an outcast;; everyone just hates me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot;&gt;i`m not in love;; i just constantly think of him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;i`m not a cutter;; i just have to slice my wrists&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6666&quot;&gt;i`m not balemic;;i just&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;thorw myself up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcccc&quot;&gt;i`m not a mistake;; i`m just not supposed to be here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;i`m not suicidal;; i just want to die&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#990000&quot;&gt;BOY: I need someone to talk to ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc6600&quot;&gt;GiRL: I`m alwayz here for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc9933&quot;&gt;BOY: I know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc00&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#999900&quot;&gt;GiRL: Whatz wrong?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#009900&quot;&gt;BOY: I like her *s0o* much..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339999&quot;&gt;GiRL: Talk to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3333ff&quot;&gt;BOY: I don`t know.. she`ll never like me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;GiRL: Don`t say that. You`re amazing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993399&quot;&gt;BOY: I just wanna tell her how I feel ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot;&gt;GiRL: Tell her then.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;BOY: But i&apos;m afraid she won`t like me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc33&quot;&gt;GiRL: How do you know that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc00&quot;&gt;BOY: I can just tell&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc00&quot;&gt;GiRL: Well, just tell her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00cccc&quot;&gt;BOY: What should I say?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;GiRL: Tell her how much you like her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6633ff&quot;&gt;BOY: I tell her that daily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot;&gt;GiRL: What do you mean?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;BOY: I&apos;m alwayz with her. I love her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot;&gt;GiRL: I know how you feel. I have the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc66&quot;&gt;same problem. But he`ll never like me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;BOY: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ff33&quot;&gt;GiRL: Ooh, some boy..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66cccc&quot;&gt;BOY: Ooh, she won`t like me either.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;GiRL: She does.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6666cc&quot;&gt;BOY: How do you know.. ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc66cc&quot;&gt;GiRL: Because who wouldn`t like you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6666&quot;&gt;BOY: You..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9966&quot;&gt;GiRL: You`re wrong. I love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff66&quot;&gt;BOY: I love you too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff33&quot;&gt;GiRL: .... so are you going to talk to her?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66ff99&quot;&gt;BOY: I just did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66ff99&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc66cc&quot;&gt;she&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;did&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; not &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; fit&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6666cc&quot;&gt;she&amp;nbsp; was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; misunderstood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;and &amp;nbsp;she would change him &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00cccc&quot;&gt;f &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;r&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;v&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;r&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 04:59:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993399&quot;&gt;Kiss or kill at fallen will&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot;&gt;Her dark embrace of sorrow spills&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc66cc&quot;&gt;Heed the heart at bent knee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff99ff&quot;&gt;Screams farewell from deep beneath&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffccff&quot;&gt;Hate and hide through outside eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;Craves the ache of our demise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6633ff&quot;&gt;A slower death - subsiding sting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6666cc&quot;&gt;Hush the tones of searing peace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9999ff&quot;&gt;Let it seep in this divine suffocation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;She took my breath away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000099&quot;&gt;You held perfection&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3333ff&quot;&gt;Wrapped in persuasion&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;My fallen angel of darkened bliss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;The luminous stare of innocence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66ffff&quot;&gt;Reopen the wounds of forbidden loss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccffff&quot;&gt;Your cathartic mystery cut me twice as hard&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#336666&quot;&gt;Those poisoned lips of tenderness ployed&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339999&quot;&gt;Pierced through to kill me twice as hard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00cccc&quot;&gt;The warmth of desire&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66cccc&quot;&gt;So transcendent and dangerous&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ffff&quot;&gt;When the risk of romance is hopeless&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ffff&quot;&gt;So fucking hopeless&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 04:26:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff99ff&quot;&gt;Jaime: I have my beliefs. I have faith, but, don&apos;t you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffccff&quot;&gt;Landon: No. Theres to much bad shit in this world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;Jaime: Without s u f f e r i n g &amp;nbsp;there would be no &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;compassion. Landon: Yeah, well tell that to those &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00cccc&quot;&gt;w&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;h&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;s&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;u&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; f&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;f&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;r&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcccc&quot;&gt;hannah: isnt that big for a 13 year old?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;shelby:look at ally, shes 12!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;me: HEY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffccff&quot;&gt;starvation is control. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff99ff&quot;&gt;control is tough.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc66cc&quot;&gt;bones are beautiful &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when being&lt;/strong&gt; thin &lt;strong&gt;isn&apos;t enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot;&gt;now im burshing my teeth, so they wont be fucky and icky! lmao hannah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ya know.. &lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc33&quot;&gt;golden&lt;/font&gt; oreos are racist!! lmao andrea!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sometimes i wish i was a &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;white&lt;/font&gt; crayon so no one could use me...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#006600&quot;&gt;hazel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc00&quot;&gt;Eyed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66ff99&quot;&gt;beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;so long sweet summer...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff66&quot;&gt;So Long Summer &apos;O5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#666666&quot;&gt;Bring&amp;nbsp; On The&amp;nbsp; Drama&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#66ffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;it all comes d&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#3333ff&quot;&gt;w&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#000099&quot;&gt;n to whose by your side&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Jaime saved my life. she taught be everything. about love, hope, faith and the long&amp;nbsp;journey ahead. ill always miss her. but our love, is like the wind. i can&apos;t see it, but i can feel it.-Landon Carter&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&apos;--»A Walk To Remember&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 03:59:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Artist: The Click Five  &lt;br /&gt;Album: Greetings From Imrie House  &lt;br /&gt;Title: Just The Girl  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s cold and she&apos;s cruel&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what she&apos;s doin&apos;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed me in the pool&lt;br /&gt;At our last school reunion&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I dream about her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it seems&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s the one I&apos;m after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she&apos;s bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can&apos;t help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s just the girl I&apos;m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can&apos;t keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;For more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;She runs on one hundred proof attitude power&lt;br /&gt;And the more she ignores me&lt;br /&gt;The more I adore her&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she&apos;s bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can&apos;t help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s just the girl I&apos;m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she sees it&apos;s me&lt;br /&gt;On her caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;She won&apos;t pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;d rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;But I can&apos;t give up just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cause every word she&apos;s ever said&lt;br /&gt;Still ringing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Still ringing in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s cold and she&apos;s cruel&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what she&apos;s doin&apos;&lt;br /&gt;Knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;So my whole day is ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she&apos;s bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can&apos;t help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she&apos;s bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can&apos;t help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s just the girl I&apos;m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I&apos;m looking for&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for</description>
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  <lj:music>just the girl«-»the click five</lj:music>
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