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  <title>i kill myself because i'm so frustrated</title>
  <subtitle>\\</subtitle>
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    <name>&lt;/3</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-11T05:20:05Z</updated>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-04-10T22:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T05:20:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T05:20:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;new LJ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xemilleeuhhx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;add me loverrssss&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:74667</id>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-04-09T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T20:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T20:44:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go again.&lt;br /&gt;falling fasterrr</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:74418</id>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-04-06T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T05:14:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T05:14:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">don't appologize...&lt;br /&gt;                                         i hope you choke and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday taylor.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;pole vaulters are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end right here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:74175</id>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-04-05T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T05:23:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T05:23:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you know me, oh you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;you just don't seem to see,&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting all my life to be &lt;br /&gt;something i can't define.&lt;br /&gt;--</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:73867</id>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-04-03T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T02:10:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T02:10:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm broken you can't fix me &amp;lt;\\3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:73400</id>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-03-29T21:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T04:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T04:03:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the shit is bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B A N A N A S &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:68239</id>
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    <title>and i hate what i've become...</title>
    <published>2005-02-20T21:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-20T21:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date, who don’t want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either. This is for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe… maybe this time he’ll have understood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who are more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea" to "time heals all wounds". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to honor those girls who know that the guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for girls who have never been in love, but know that it’s an experience that they don’t want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments, and explicit invitations that they’d rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn’t care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one’s for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won’t because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship. This is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he’s just not ready, he’s just not over her, he’s just not looking to be tied down. This is for the girls who believe the excused because it’s easier to believe that it’s not that they don’t want you, it’s that they don’t want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone to cavalier to have cared in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you’ve returned home alone, for the nights when you’ve returned home alone, for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little to near, or talking a little too softly to the girl he’s with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship… it was that he didn’t want you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the "I really like you, so let’s be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended. This is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friend, for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy. This is for the despair you felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something. This is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more. This is for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more, because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I don’t understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than when their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful. Men despair that no good woman wants to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call… and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and wroth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the ‘stalker chic’ you’d met the night prior, who call you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told you the truth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once more again return t the bar or club or some party scene and search for this ‘nice girl’ who you just cannot seem to find? Because there lies the truth guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you’re not looking for a nice girl. You’re not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father. You’re looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t say you’re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover, sometimes we go in disguise, sometimes when that girl in low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at a nice girl in whore’s clothing. We might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we’re all thinking the same thing: "This isn’t me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be wearing a tee-shirt and flannel shorts, I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hung over best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don’t want the nice girl, so don’t say you’re looking for a relationship. Relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend, but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the nice guys finish last, but in the race they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy targets. The nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she’s a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won’t matter), hoping that maybe you’ll realize that they’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat… because what’s a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2005-01-22T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T06:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-23T06:50:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this thing is going to be friend's only from now on&lt;br /&gt;if it's an important entry because some dumbfucks&lt;br /&gt;are reading this and talking shit &amp;lt;/3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iwuvmythweetie:49894</id>
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    <title>i stole this from matthew... so do it</title>
    <published>2004-10-14T05:42:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-14T05:42:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ask me any question you'd like, one that may help you get to know me, preferably, but any question would be fine. I'll answer openly and honestly. Sometimes you have to ask questions to get to know people. You may ask more than one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like starsky and hutch would say...&lt;br /&gt;DO IT, DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-08-30T15:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-30T22:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-30T22:33:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>on the way down- ryan cabrera</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
now that i think about it... &lt;br&gt;
i never was pretty enough for you &lt;br&gt;
but i never used to care what you thought about me &lt;br&gt;
i never had to try to impress you &lt;br&gt;
so i didnt &lt;br&gt;
i never felt weird around you &lt;br&gt;

i could always be myself &lt;br&gt;

we hardly ever talked about anything &lt;br&gt;

you never really thought much about me &lt;br&gt;

i wasnt good enough for you &lt;br&gt;

then one day something happened &lt;br&gt;

that i cant even explain &lt;br&gt;

you told me everything that i wanted to hear &lt;br&gt;

you made me feel like something &lt;br&gt;

and i thought that things were going to be different &lt;br&gt;

but for the better &lt;br&gt;

little did i know i was some temporary thing &lt;br&gt;

now you want me to forget everything &lt;br&gt;

i was so confused, i just didnt understand &lt;br&gt;

how feelings could come and go and then poof that would be the end &lt;br&gt;

our friendship is slowly slipping away and i hate watching it go &lt;br&gt;

all because i let you decide everything and prayed that you would &lt;br&gt;

listen to your heart instead of your head and say no and take a chance &lt;br&gt;

that never happened no matter how much i wish it did &lt;br&gt;

then maybe i could be happy and not hold all these emotions to myself &lt;br&gt;


I never was quite good enough for you was i?&lt;br&gt;



&lt;br&gt;
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school sucks i hate it
english sucks, teacher's a bitch
world hist. is boring, i want to sleep
math is like the hilight of my week he actually cares about us and makes things fun
drivers ed sucks now that shannon got switched out
ac lab's new rules are gay and it should die but my teacher is cool
bio sucks monkey butt... so much homework that is pointless
spanish sucks becuase i have it with my sister :o/
school sucks this year i hate it</content>
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    <title>hawthorne &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T05:42:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T05:42:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hey there,&lt;br&gt;I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.&lt;br&gt;Where you are and how you feel.&lt;br&gt;Put these lights off as these wheels&lt;br&gt;keep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)&lt;br&gt;Slow things down or speed them up.&lt;br&gt;Not enough or way too much. (and on and on and on...)&lt;br&gt;are you and I gone?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't make it on my own&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;(And I can't make it on my own.)&lt;br&gt;Because my heart is in Ohio.&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)&lt;br&gt;So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.&lt;br&gt;Because you kill me.&lt;br&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;br&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spare me just three last words.&lt;br&gt;"I love you" is all she heard.&lt;br&gt;I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;^^by hawthorne heights&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today was pretty boring, early release at school... crap like always then i went to the open house with my love shelby lyn and supported my lacrosse guys because we're awesome like that... went to sonic now i'm home and i'm gonna take a shower or something so later kiddos &amp;lt;33&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-08-20T22:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T05:22:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T05:46:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there is nothing to write about anymore&lt;br /&gt;my life isnt important, i'm not good enough&lt;br /&gt;obviously. no one cares anymore and i dont&lt;br /&gt;really care anymore either... i'm really&lt;br /&gt;done with stupid people pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;making fun of me, not liking me, being gay&lt;br /&gt;and so yes i'm done with like everyone&lt;br /&gt;with a small exception of some people....&lt;br /&gt;i'm done putting on my fake smile everyday&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know how i feel you will see how&lt;br /&gt;i feel and you will not even begin to understand&lt;br /&gt;how hurt and not happy i am... then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;just maybe you might start to understand me...&lt;br /&gt;i am a person too, i have feelings, i hurt like&lt;br /&gt;everyone else... and i wanted this one thing...&lt;br /&gt;and of course it was wayy too much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i wasnt good enough for you from the very&lt;br /&gt;beginning and i shoulda just stopped while i was ahead...&lt;br /&gt;too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're sweet just like the sun &lt;br /&gt;but what happens when the sun doesnt stay&lt;br /&gt;the night reminds me when you went away&lt;br /&gt;i dont care i dont care</content>
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    <title>hmm...</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T04:34:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-13T04:34:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Boyz in the hood- dynamite hack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today was pretty much the same as yesterday... :o/&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying this thing so i'm not annoying... so that means i'm just not going to talk as much... so yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm that's it&lt;br /&gt;later kids&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 emilia</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-08-11T23:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T06:05:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T06:05:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i lied... today sucked... end of story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/3</content>
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    <title>wow... :o/</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T23:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T23:43:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Popular by Nada Surf</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;today was uhm bad. it was better during some parts though. I don't even want to talk about before school... but I had world history with CHILL so that was exciting! then ac lab with rudi... and lunch coulda been a lot better... i bet it will be tomorrow tho. shy is such a sweetie and she invited me to sit with them! :o) and then i had geometry with Lawson... he is soo funny!! i have kasie, sergio, ashlyn and a buncha other people in that class... so yeah... then i had english with Cameron... lol i bothered him so much!! and then i had it with jeff and samone and a buncha awesome people that i missed!! oo and matty whiteside is in there with me too!! it's going to be pretty fun but i might drop it! but yeah, that was pretty much it... then after school i had to wait a whole 20 minutes before my bus got there... therefore i'm never riding the bus again!! ahh... okay maybe i will but not that often&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;You say you want me to be happy. You say that you will never hurt me, yet you do, in small ways that will eventually add up. It’s like you have to put on this act in front of everyone else, you’re afraid of what they might think… you can ignore how I feel for a while, because you know I can’t stay mad at you. But you are so much different when it’s just us. I hate how you make me so confused… it’d be hard to have it any other way though… :o/ I’m stumped&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>B0RiNG DAY!!! again....</title>
    <published>2004-08-06T04:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-06T04:42:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Reliant K- Sadie Hawkins Dance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today was pretty boring. i woke up at 12 and ate and talked to someone? i dont remember. but yeah then i came and watched some TV and yeah... then i took a shower... and jesse called me and asked me for Julia's number and it freaked me out because i was in the shower... but yeah... then i got online, talked to alex for a few... he's in cali till Saturday or Sunday ahh i wish i could be in california, because it's awesome and the weather is nice. but yeah... then i got off, ate dinner messed with my dad's new pretty phone/palm. and yeah... now i'm watchinng TV with my sister's and i'm bored!! i cant wait till tomorrow then me and the shelbs get to hang out at the mall and it will be fun since stupid school starts in like 3 days. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 emilia</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-08-04T14:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T21:30:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T21:30:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cry- Mandy Moore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i was watching a walk to remember last night. and i cried as usual. i just think it's awesome how Nicholas Sparks can write such great love stories that turn into awesome movies!! well i got bored so i decided a walk to remember can stay here for a few days :o)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you could say i've been more depressed lately. i really dont want school to start. i've had so much fun this summer. and it's gone by way too fast. i didnt even get to go anywhere, thats how fast it went. but i loved hanging out with my 2 bestfriends and getting to know them better. and with school coming, and having different lunches and classes it kinda sucks. i hope our friendships will still be as strong as they were this summer. i don't know what i'd do if i lost either shelby or alex i would like die!!! ahh but yeah.. i dont want school to start, i just want it to be summer forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo i'm pretty bored&lt;br /&gt;so i'm out... later kids&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 emilia</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-08-04T00:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T07:22:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T18:35:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i HOPE this is what my new schedule will look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drivers ed&lt;br /&gt;ac lab&lt;br /&gt;honors english&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;honors spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world history&lt;br /&gt;ac lab&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;bio 1-2&lt;br /&gt;geometry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please hope that this is what it will be like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit:&lt;/b&gt; but according to MOUNTAIN POINTE... my schedule hasnt even been touched... its effing stupid.</content>
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    <title>wow i have no life...</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T02:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T02:40:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This I Promise You- N*Sync, i'm soo cool</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hmm today was BORING, i woke up at like 9:30 and yeah... was bored.. i got my schedule changed and hopefully i can go get the new one soon! yeah... that was about all that happened... i fixed this thingy and i've pretty much been bored... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah later kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 emilia</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-08-03T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T18:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T18:34:36Z</updated>
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    <published>2004-08-03T04:54:55Z</published>
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    <lj:music>old stuff on i love the 70's</lj:music>
    <content type="html">stole this from matty B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=314" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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    <title>bad news and boredness</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T00:29:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;today i found out that me and my sister have the same honors spanish 3-4 period... i'm getting switched hopefully it's a matter of life and death....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;[ .001. ] first name: emilia&lt;br&gt;[ .003. ] last name: gonzales&lt;br&gt;[ .004. ] nickname(s): emilio, mills, milia, milio, shorty, short stuff... and more short names&lt;br&gt;[ .005. ] gender: female&lt;br&gt;[ .006. ] birthday: January 25th&lt;br&gt;[ .007. ] height: 5 feet and a half an inch&lt;br&gt;[ .008. ] hair color: DARRK brown with some redish that never went away from the dye&lt;br&gt;[ .009. ] eye color: DARRK brown&lt;br&gt;[ .010. ] do you wear glasses or contacts: both&lt;br&gt;[ .011. ] do you have braces: no way jose&lt;br&gt;[ .012. ] is your hair long or short: eh medium&lt;br&gt;[ .013. ] where were you born: Mesa&lt;br&gt;[ .014. ] current location: Chandler, AZ&lt;br&gt;[ .015. ] zodiac sign: aquarius&lt;br&gt;[ .016. ] how many languages do you know: 2&lt;br&gt;[ .017. ] what laungage do you want to learn: idk a cool one&lt;br&gt;[ .018. ] bad habits: biting my nails, chewing on things, and biting peoples fingers/arms&lt;br&gt;[ .019. ] piercing you have: ears&lt;br&gt;[ .020. ] piercing you want: none&lt;br&gt;[ .021. ] tattoos you have: none&lt;br&gt;[ .024. ] today's date: August 2nd and counting&lt;br&gt;[ .025. ] the time: 4:57 PM&lt;br&gt;[ .026. ] ready for a bunch more questions:&amp;nbsp;surre &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;F A M i L Y&lt;br&gt;[ .027. ] mother's name: Jo Etta&lt;br&gt;[ .028. ] father's name: Joe&lt;br&gt;[ .029. ] brother's name: none&lt;br&gt;[ .030. ] sister's name: Anisa and Ciara&lt;br&gt;[ .031. ] favorite aunt: none&lt;br&gt;[ .032. ] favorite uncle: Gabe&lt;br&gt;[ .033. ] favorite grandparents: they're all cool&lt;br&gt;[ .036. ] worst relative: i'm not allowed to discuss that&lt;br&gt;[ .037. ] best cousin: Chris... he's prolly the coolest&lt;br&gt;[ .038. ] do you get along with your parents: uhm no, well sometimes&lt;br&gt;[ .039. ] does anyone in your family understand you?: NOPE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;P E T S&lt;br&gt;[ .040. ] do you have any pets: yes&lt;br&gt;[ .041. ] what are their names: 2 dogs; Gonzo and Fozzie, and 3 turtles; Luis, Clark, and Flash&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;F A V 0 R i T E S&lt;br&gt;[ .061. ] number: 1&lt;br&gt;[ .062. ] letter: 'k' because i typed it with my eyes closed&lt;br&gt;[ .063. ] shoes: my converse or flipflops&lt;br&gt;[ .064. ] saying(s): oh no and i'm sorry, i love you&lt;br&gt;[ .065. ] TV show:&amp;nbsp;Simpsons, Ashlee Simpson, Boy Meets World, Switched, The OC.. ahh so many&lt;br&gt;[ .066. ] sport: softball&lt;br&gt;[ .067. ] vegetable: good ones&lt;br&gt;[ .068. ] fruit: strawberries and kiwi&lt;br&gt;[ .070. ] magazine: hmm Seventeen, YM... girly mags.&lt;br&gt;[ .073. ] candy: Snickers&lt;br&gt;[ .074. ] gum: bubblicious and orbit&lt;br&gt;[ .076. ] candy bar: SNICKERS&lt;br&gt;[ .077. ] ice cream flavor: cookie dough or mint chocolate chip&lt;br&gt;[ .078. ] color: ORANGE, blue, pink, green, red...&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ .079. ] season: fall, not too hot, not too cold... and RAIN&lt;br&gt;[ .080. ] holiday: christmas?&lt;br&gt;[ .081. ] band: right now... Taking Back Sunday&lt;br&gt;[ .082. ] singer: Ashlee Simpson&lt;br&gt;[ .084. ] rapper: rap is &lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;rap with out the 'c'&lt;br&gt;[ .085. ] type of music: pretty much all rock except some Ska and Country&lt;br&gt;[ .086. ] thing in your room: my bed is oh so comfy&lt;br&gt;[ .087. ] place to be: shelby or alex's&lt;br&gt;[ .090. ] junk food: hmm ice cream&lt;br&gt;[ .091. ] overall food: pizza&lt;br&gt;[ .092. ] store: american eagle, target, zumiez&lt;br&gt;[ .093. ] hangout: alex's or shelby's&lt;br&gt;[ .094. ] fast food: Micky D's with Shelby&lt;br&gt;[ .096. ] shape: a STAR&lt;br&gt;[ .097. ] time of day: night of course&lt;br&gt;[ .099. ] state: CALIFORNIA&lt;br&gt;[ .102. ] mall: chandler fashion&lt;br&gt;[ .103. ] video game:&amp;nbsp;i dont play&amp;nbsp;video games&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .105. ] board game:&amp;nbsp;clue,&amp;nbsp;simpson's edition&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .106. ] computer game: sims?&lt;br&gt;[ .107. ] car: old corvettes are pretty&lt;br&gt;[ .110. ] word: word to your mother's uncle's sister's auntie&lt;br&gt;[ .111. ] month: March&lt;br&gt;[ .112. ] cartoon character: STEWIE&lt;br&gt;[ .113. ] scary movie: the ring?&lt;br&gt;[ .115. ] possession: my phone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;P R i V A T E L i F E&lt;br&gt;[ .186. ] do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: no&lt;br&gt;[ .187. ] do you have a crush: yeah&lt;br&gt;[ .188. ] do you love anyone right now: as friends.. SURE&lt;br&gt;[ .190. ] how many people have you liked: hmm a LOT&lt;br&gt;[ .191. ] who was your first crush: Justin Timberlake&lt;br&gt;[ .192. ] how many hearts&amp;nbsp; have you broken: i dont think any&lt;br&gt;[ .193. ] how many people broke your heart: NONE! HA&lt;br&gt;[ .195. ] so what is your bf/gf/crush like: awesome&lt;br&gt;[ .196. ] Do you have a picture of him/her: yeah&lt;br&gt;[ .197. ] please post it if you do: nahh&lt;br&gt;[ .198. ] do you have a picture of yourself: yea&lt;br&gt;[ .199. ] please post it if you do: look at the layout&lt;br&gt;[ .200. ] do you go by looks or personality: both... mostly personality... but there has to be some physical attraction&lt;br&gt;[ .201. ] ever kiss a friend: yeah&lt;br&gt;{ .202. ] are you still friends: yup!&lt;br&gt;[ .203. ] so moving along..do you smoke: no, i cant stand smoke&lt;br&gt;[ .204. ] do you smoke weed: nope&lt;br&gt;[ .209. ] are you the sissy who drinks wine coolers: no, drinking is bad&lt;br&gt;[ .210. ] do you like smirnoff ice: dont drink&lt;br&gt;[ .211. ] prefer beer or liquor: I DONT DRINK FOOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;W 0 U L D Y 0 U EVER..&lt;br&gt;[ .215. ] bungee jump: sure&lt;br&gt;[ .216. ] sky dive: yea&lt;br&gt;[ .217. ] swim with dolphins:&amp;nbsp;of course&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .218. ] scuba dive: uhuh&lt;br&gt;[ .219. ] go rock climbing:&amp;nbsp;sure &lt;br&gt;[ .221. ] turn your back on your friends for personal gain: nope!&lt;br&gt;[ .222. ] steal a friend's boyfriend/girlfriend: haha uhm no&lt;br&gt;[ .224. ] lie to the police: no, i dont talk to police&lt;br&gt;[ .225. ] run from the police: haha NO&lt;br&gt;[ .226. ] lie to your parents: uhm of course not ;o)&lt;br&gt;[ .227. ] walk up to a stranger and kiss them: no&lt;br&gt;[ .229. ] walk out of a restaurant without paying: haha NO&lt;br&gt;[ .230. ] streak: haha maybe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Y 0 U R F R I E N D S&lt;br&gt;[ .231. ] best friends: alex, shelby, jesse&lt;br&gt;[ .233. ] wish you talked to more: eddie&lt;br&gt;[ .235. ] how many friends do you think you have: hmm sorta a lot&lt;br&gt;[ .236. ] who drives you insane after a while: none of them&lt;br&gt;[ .237. ] who can you stay around forever and never get sick of: shelby and alex&lt;br&gt;[ .238. ] ever lose a good friend because you took it to the 'next level':NOPE&lt;br&gt;[ .239. ] craziest: me shelby and alex&lt;br&gt;[ .240. ] loudest: me shelby and alex&lt;br&gt;[ .241. ] shyest: eddie&lt;br&gt;[ .242. ] best hair: shannon&lt;br&gt;[ .243. ] can always make you laugh: my fag... alex&lt;br&gt;[ .243. ] best body: hmm... no comment its like an 8 way tie&lt;br&gt;[ .246. ] most athletic: Jesse&lt;br&gt;[ .247. ] sex symbol: i dont know&lt;br&gt;[ .248. ] hot tempered: me&lt;br&gt;[ .249. ] most impatient: haha idk&lt;br&gt;[ .250. ] shortest: ME OF COURSE, i'm always the shortest&lt;br&gt;[ .251. ] tallest: Eddie... or Jesse&lt;br&gt;[ .252. ] talented: all of us&lt;br&gt;[ .253. ] best singer: haha uhm ALEX&lt;br&gt;[ .254. ] skinniest: JESSE&lt;br&gt;[ .255. ] nicest: all my friends&lt;br&gt;[ .256. ] best personality: all of my friends&lt;br&gt;HAVE Y0U EVER:&lt;br&gt;[ .258. ] flashed someone: no&lt;br&gt;[ .259. ] told a person how you felt bout them: yup&lt;br&gt;[ .260. ] been to michigan: nope &lt;br&gt;[ .262. ] gone to jail or juvi: no &lt;br&gt;[ .263. ] skateboarded: yeah!! on the fags skateboard it was awesome&lt;br&gt;[ .264. ] skinny dipped: uhuh&lt;br&gt;[ .265. ] stolen anything: not really&lt;br&gt;[ .268. ] pegged someone in the head with a snowball: yeah... and a football too&lt;br&gt;[ .269. ] broke a beer bottle: no&lt;br&gt;[ .270. ] gotten into a bar: no&lt;br&gt;[ .271. ] kissed someone of the same sex: on the cheek&lt;br&gt;[ .273. ] gone on a road trip: no&lt;br&gt;[ .274. ] gone on vacation without adult supervision: no&lt;br&gt;[ .275. ] been to a concert:&amp;nbsp;hmm no comment&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .276. ] been to another country: mexico?&lt;br&gt;[ .277. ] talked back to an adult: of course not ;o)&lt;br&gt;[ .278. ] got pulled over: nope&lt;br&gt;[ .279. ] got in a car accident: yeah but not when i was driving, cuz i dont drive&lt;br&gt;[ .280. ] broke a law: i dont think so&lt;br&gt;[ .281. ] given money to a homeless person: no... we give them sodas&lt;br&gt;[ .283. ] cried to get out of trouble:&amp;nbsp;yeah, it doesnt work&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .284. ] kissed a friend's brother or sister: no&lt;br&gt;[ .285. ] kissed a brother or sister's friend: nope&lt;br&gt;[ .286. ] dropped something on the floor that you were cooking and let someone eat it: yeahh, 5 sec. rule!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;0 P I N I 0 N S&lt;br&gt;[ .287. ] what do you think...about pop music: its alright&lt;br&gt;[ .288. ] about boy bands: haha &amp;lt;3 them&lt;br&gt;[ .289. ] about flag burning: bad!&lt;br&gt;[ .290. ] of the war on terrorists: i dont like it&lt;br&gt;[ .291. ] about suicide: don't do it&lt;br&gt;[ .293. ] about abortion: uhm i guess i'm against it&lt;br&gt;[ .294. ] about rock/metal music: yeah&lt;br&gt;[ .295. ] where do you think you'll be in 10 years:&amp;nbsp;hmm.. living in La Jolla, CA and maybe married, 3 kids, happy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;W H A T D I D Y 0 U D 0&lt;br&gt;[ .297. ] last birthday: hmm Build A Bear and sleepover&lt;br&gt;[ .298. ] yesterday:&amp;nbsp; went to the lake with shelby lyn!&lt;br&gt;[ .299. ] last weekend: hmm i dont remember&lt;br&gt;[ .302. ] new year's: went to rose's party and briana's mom's party&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;T H E L A S T&lt;br&gt;[ .306. ] thing you ate: chips&lt;br&gt;[ .307. ] thing you drank: water at ryan's&lt;br&gt;[ .308. ] thing you wore: swim suit&lt;br&gt;[ .309. ] place you went: rose's, ryan's and michelle's house... all&amp;nbsp;3 of their houses&lt;br&gt;[ .310. ] thing you got pierced/tattooed: my ears when i was little&lt;br&gt;[ .311. ] person you saw: michelle&lt;br&gt;[ .312. ] person you kissed:&amp;nbsp;haha it&amp;nbsp;was a&amp;nbsp;MISS...&amp;nbsp;lol i&amp;nbsp;tried to kiss matty on the cheek but i missed and like got his neck cuz he's soo tall!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .314. ] person you talked to: sisters&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .315. ] song you heard:&amp;nbsp; Bonus Mosh Pt. 2&lt;br&gt;[ .316. ] what are you eating: nothing&lt;br&gt;[ .317. ] what are you drinking: nothing&lt;br&gt;[ .318. ] what are you wearing: Clothes&lt;br&gt;[ .319. ] any shoes on: nope&lt;br&gt;[ .320. ] hat: no&lt;br&gt;[ .321. ] listening to:&amp;nbsp;all my music on SHUFFLE&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;[ .322. ] talking to anyone: no, i'm away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;YES OR NO&lt;br&gt;[ .324. ] are you a vegetarian: nope!&lt;br&gt;[ .325. ] do you like cows: they are yummy&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;[ .326. ] are you a bitch: sometimets&lt;br&gt;[ .327. ] are you artistic: dunno&lt;br&gt;[ .328. ] do you write poetry: no, i suck at writing...&lt;br&gt;[ .329. ] are you a fast runner: haha not long distance, i can run the bases well tho&lt;br&gt;[ .330. ] can you ski: nope, but i can snowboard&lt;br&gt;[ .331. ] are you british: maybe a teeny bit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;the Fag&amp;nbsp;is Home i Guess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;later kiddos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&amp;lt;33 emilia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>hmm yesterday and today in a NUTSHELL</title>
    <published>2004-08-02T04:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-02T04:36:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Only One- Yellow Card</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;yesterday.... woke up early because i broke my phone (the sim card died)and i was really worried so i couldnt sleep until i told my mom what happened.. so i did and then shelby called me and we went to the mall bought clothes.... and Micky D's and saw a hottie :o)...then my mom picked us up... took us to my house where there was a party with my family... and well i introduced shelby to 70% of my family... and we chilled at my house for a while... then we went to Ultimate Electronics (thats where i got my phone) and the guy's like you need to go to ATT so i had to go to the ATT store and then this nice lady gave me a new sim card and fixed my phone and i was happy... then we went to anisa's bando person concert performance BBQ... ((FREE FOOD)) and me and shelby ate and talked to STACEY!! and some other cool bandOs.... then shelby came back to my house with me and talked my dad into letting me go sleepover at her house and go to the lake and well my dad was like ehhh OKAY... so yeah... then i went over to shelby's house where us hotties walked around her neighborhood.... then i talked &lt;font color="#00cccc"&gt;MATTHEW LEE &lt;/font&gt;into coming over to shelby's house so i could meet him and so shelby could be happy so matthew and brandon came over and chillaxed till late... and well yeah then me and shelby hit the hay and yeah slept...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today.... shelby's LAME alarm clock goes off at 9 and i'm like I DONT WANT TO WAKE UP AND GO TO CHURCH... and with my luck my daddy called and was like we're not going to church so you can just stay at shelby's till you leave for the lake... so me and shelby slept a while longer and then... WENT TO THE &lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt;LAKE&lt;/font&gt;!! and had a blast tubing and good stuff like that! it was soo cold but soo much fun!! i&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;my shelby! then we went back to her house, i got picked up and now i'm home.... and clean... YAY&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm out kids&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;333 emiliA&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>iwuvmythweetie @ 2004-07-30T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-31T05:14:48Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Love Makes the World Go Round- Ashlee</lj:music>
    <content type="html">haha new layout ft. my friends!!! muahahhahahaha</content>
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    <title>hmm.. bored</title>
    <published>2004-07-31T00:28:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-31T00:28:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Number five with a Bullet- Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the wonderful shelby lyn just left my house like 22 minutes ago and yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty boring, i sat around and did nothing, i waited for shelby to call me. then my dad decides to take my cell away beacuse i need to work to get it since i have so many minutes and crap and my bill is expensive so i got in a little argument about that before i went to shelby's house... in the end i got the phone and well i have to keep the house clean from now on so i can keep the phone... i know i know... FUN STUFFS! anywhoo then i went to shelby's house, we talked and we chilled then we walked to Mikky D's and bought some yummy food and had to pay 11 cents for little packages of ranch because they decided that you have to pay for ranch now... LAME so yeah... then we walked back to her house and chilled for a few, then her padre brought us back here.. we got on the computer for a while... then shelby decided to be mean and call alex so she called teh fag, he answered. we talked for a little... it was awesome. he's coming home soon so yeah.. then  we watched sweet home alabama... good movie... then i decided to call matthew beacuse shelby called alex so i called matthew "woke him up" then he talked to shelby for a while and then we watched RUSH HOUR 2! haha yeahh then we read magazines and went to sleep at like 2:30... woke up at 10 because my alarm went off and well didnt wake up and went back to sleep til 11:30 woke up... ate hotdogs and chips, went swimming, layed out... cleaned my house... made cookies, did dishes... sat around did nothing... and now she's gone... LOL yeah... so a pretty eventful 2 days... ugh i cant belive school starts in almost a week!! yikies!! its sooo scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outie kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33 emilia</content>
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