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  <title>SHARIQUA</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:7670</id>
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    <title>Home</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T21:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T21:01:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel that the biggest change I have from being at school to being home is that I am so happy. Not happy in the sense that im always in a good mood, although I am for the most part, but happy in the sence that I feel like I could just cry sometimes for no reason and out of pure joy. I have the best friends, I am completely obsessed with friendship and am always searching for the perfect one. Steph Kristin and Justin have been amazeing this summer at giveing perfection a run for its money paul scott mike zack and tim have been good supporting charactors as well. I am so blessed to have so many amazeing individuals around me, all are there own person and have so much to offer. I love my life and I never want a thing to change. I dread the day that I must say so long sweet summer and pack up my bags and go back to school. As fun as it is and with carly and Jerz being there I feel bad saying this but it just isn't the same. I wish I wasn't so spoiled this summer so that i wouldn't know what I am missing all winter long.</content>
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    <title>Old Lady Fun</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T20:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T20:49:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I had a nice drive home from work. Usually I am struggleing to stay awake but last night I got lots and lots of sleep. First I began thinking of times in my life when I should have been caught doing bad things but always excape persicution by the skin of my teeth. Then I decided I must have a guardian angel and i know exactly who it is. Mommom, I was always closer with my Poppop but I have that feeling. Plus mommom was more forgiveing and always the first to hide my mom's friends from the cops. The rest of the day I can just feel her standing beside me and smileing. I wish she could have been around for me to really get to know her. I love you mommom. &lt;br /&gt;Then when I got into my town I saw this old woman in her 80's or 90's rideing a bike. She was dressed in all yellow and just rideing around in a circle. She was haveing the Time of her life! A big smile on her face and wind blowing through her hair, and it was just earlier today that I realized this is my last summer as a teenager. I was mopeing at work all day because I don't want to get any older. That old woman made me feel not so bad about it, although I still don't want to get any older</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:7101</id>
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    <title>Fire Flies</title>
    <published>2005-06-22T02:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-22T02:06:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its funny how you can take things for granted for so long and then one moment suddenly appreciate it beyond belief. I would never be able to live anywhere without lightning bugs. They are too beautiful a spectacle to miss.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:6788</id>
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    <title>MY MOTHER IS DRIVEING ME INSAINE</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T20:55:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T20:55:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We used to have such a good relationship. But she drives me MADDDDDDDD. Out of all her children I am the best one, so why does she choose to yell at me most. I don't know. Todays topic was, what the hell are you doing with a falsk!!! and it wasn't even mine it was Joels I was just barrowing it. So far Ive been drinking like once a week since summer started and I don't think thats so bad considering its at least half if not 5 X less than what the boys do. She loves makeing dramatic exits with that one last thing that she thinks is so moveing. Oh don't think I let that go Ill follow her to the end of the world to let her know how wrong that exiting statement was. quote of the day "It just seems to me like you are alot more interested in things like this than you used to be". As I chase her down "Thats because last time I lived at home I was 15 and I wasn't less interested I was just more scared of you!" She used to be so coold about things like I could tell her. now she snoops around under my passanger seat to find booze bottles. Im actually glad she is acting like this. Now I can't wait to move out after college and I wont be one of those I still live with my parents losers. She actually expects me to Work out every day when she can't even modivate herself to walk one block with me to go get a slurpy. Yeah mom with those genes Im so gonna bust my ass every day to ride the bench for the rest of my life</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:6611</id>
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    <title>a flask in a the purse makes Sharis one happy camper</title>
    <published>2005-06-16T19:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-16T19:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So last night was Wednesday night which ofcorse means 80's Night. HELLLL YEAH. Which went even better than usual seeing as how Kristin and I downed coconut rum the whole night. Although we did leave early. Bummmmer but I still had fun. This morning I woke up late, ofcorse and the day was going pretty bad until whats this I never took that flask out of my purse and its still half full. WOOOOOHOOOOOOO. I never knew work could be so much fun. They already all think im a little psycho and way to happy, now they know it. On top of that I got trained for a new duty at work making me the Jack of all trades of Green Tweed. I was Slurrying, not to be confused with Slurpying like at 711. I am so easily amused and its a good thing I was in a room alone because I was laughing and playing with the machine the whole day. I have such a good imagination its hard to find something that wont amuse me. It is even more easy to have fun with coconut rum!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:5926</id>
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    <title>MY BABY'S DADDY</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T01:54:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T01:56:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A week and a half ago I finally met the infamous Justin Bell. He arrived at my house with the not so infamous Tim boyle and was stranded here shortly after. We played cards until the wee hours of the morning. It was exciting and eventful but all things must end eventually so I drove him home. It was soon apparent that we could not get enough of one another and although I am not very good at washing dishes we shall marry for the sake of our unborn child. We celebrated our one week anniversary with a trip to Zerns where I tried on a wig with the strange chinese woman who told me "oooooooooooooooo ohhhh It looks butaful, very pretty OOOOOO". I would have purchased the short blond wig except it was 79 dollars and didn't feel very real. Plus Justin is not a rich man, not what I was planning for my first marriage. Looks like I will be making the money and he will be the stay at home mom, or dad. The best part about Justin Bell is not his amazing ability to scream and hate more people than I do, but it is that we are both perfectly capable of making our own fun, whether it be roll playing in the pool house or bouncing a golf ball across the pool. I can only ponder what other fun games we will come up with as the summer progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news this thing called work is getting repetitive and tomorrow is not only hair coloring day but also 80's night at club shampoo (thats right the "gay" club from real world philadelphia. I'm pretty sure its only a gay on some nights.</content>
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    <title>INKED</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T02:17:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T02:17:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am no longer an ink virgin. Today was a monumental day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:5583</id>
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    <title>Mary Jane</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T14:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-04T14:31:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dispatch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night I smoked for the first time in a real long time. It was Ammmmmmmmazing. Mary Jane compleats me. My loft in the poolhouse is the best location for it. everyone sits in a circle and the benches have an awsome 70's print on them. It makes me feel like im on that 70's show. Oh and one other thing I wanted to throw in here. I just got my first pay check from my summer job and the taxasourus took a big effin bite out of it. 113$!!! my god thats more than I used to make at the roller rink in a month. Well see ya later!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:5131</id>
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    <title>Brother</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T08:38:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T08:38:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight was a rough night. The plan was to stay home and do my laundry. Then shit just started to go down. A million things happened but worst of all I learned my little brother has been doing shrooms. Not the worst thing in the world for some people but for me it makes me want to cry and scream. I can't deal with things like this. A few years ago Jared was mixed up in coke and now all the sinking feelings of helplessness are coming rushing back to me. Joel's grades started going down hill and he won't be able to make it into many colleges and he just wants to give up. or as he puts it ride life as its handed to him. He used to have so many morals that just dont aply to him any more. It breaks my heart. He is still a good kid, I just don't understand why he thinks this is appropriate behavior. Its not who he is, he thinks he is like his friends, but he can be like them without being them. I lost control when I went away to school 3 years ago. My biggest regret is not being there to guid him and watch him. He has lost alot of respect for me and I still cover for him night after night and clean up his messes without so much as a thank you. I hate not knowing what to do. even if im wrong I just wish I thought I knew what to do because I hate not doing anything. I can't tell my mom because he will never trust me again and No one will be there to look after him. I can't yell at him because he will just detatch himself. Tomarrow I will approch the problem with blunt force. I shall go no where for now on without a bat in my back seat and I will be prepared to spend the rest of my life in jail just to make sure he doesn't throw his away. there isn't a soul in my extended family that isn't an alcoholic or drug adict. We have liver failure and cancer all over our genes. Why does he think his body is so disposeable? why can't he see that he has to set boundrys and obay them instead of bending them just a little more every time. I don't know how to deal with this, but I won't give up. I refuse to stand by and just pick him up every time he falls. I would rather walk infront of him and move every obsticle from his path but if he does stumble still I'll be brush him off, but ill never give up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:4864</id>
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    <title>Old Man</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T20:45:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T20:45:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There is an old man that lives down the street. He walks past my house 3 days a week. My mom loves to meet him outside and talk to him. They always said they would show each other their houses and have other friendly conversations. My mom loves the elderly and the challenged. The other day she was at a stop light when the car behind her flashed their lights. She thought it was someone in a rush so she pulled up a bit so they could pass her. The car Pulled into the parking lot right next to her. It was the old man! He comes hobbling up to the car. He tells her that he is working now and she should call him between the hours of 3 30 and 4 to come visit. My mom responds that she will bring her daughter and we will come see his house. Then the sweet old man suddenly turns into the dirty old man and Implies that she should leave me behind so they can have some alone time by mentioning that 330 to 5 are the hours that his wife wont be home. Horrified and disgusted my mom quickly ended the conversation and drove off. She was not only mortified at that the sweet old man she loved is a disgusting perv but she cried all the way to work because she thought "What do i look like to this sleazy old man, He is old enough to be my grandfather". So now my beautiful mom has this terrible self image hanging over her shoulders and she has lost her sweet old man that she loved to talk to so. If he comes over here again im so breaking his knee caps</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:4820</id>
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    <title>Working Girl</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T21:16:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T21:16:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I got to play with Dry Ice at work. It was fun. I sang the theme song to Bill Nye the science guy the whole time.</content>
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    <title>Factory</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T00:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T00:16:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was my first day of working in a factory. My feet hurt</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:4286</id>
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    <title>Prom</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T14:29:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T14:32:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night was my little brother's Prom. He took a girl who I have been avoiding for a very long time. Upon first impression she is very girly and very annoying. Unfortunately I was stuck chaperoning. So after a few beers and a lot of encouraging from my mom I had a conversation with her. She seemed pretty nice, and not that bad. Her friend however uber annoying and she let me tear her apart all night. Just when I was getting to actually like her. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan did she fuck up. I was getting everyone to bed and cleaning up when I went back outside to let her friend know there was an alarm clock out there. Guess what I walked out on, Jenny, the little skank herself making out with Julian, my little brother's best friend. Now it didn't hit me at first, I was in shock, but as soon as I got back up to my room I knew what I had to do. Jenny must die. I got up nice and early to kick her ass while she was sober and would feel it more, but she was already gone. Now im extremely frustrated and have nothing to take it out on.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:3884</id>
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    <title>Childhood</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T04:23:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T04:23:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Punk goes Acoustic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love listening to stories about my childhood from my mom. Today I commented on how a little girl I had a short lived conversation with was so bold and not shy by the stranger talking to her. My mom told me that that was exactly how I was when I was little and how she would be mortified if I ran into someone with one leg or had something wrong with them because I would immediately want to ask them how and why they were the way they were. I was a fearless child. I wonder where I lost that fearlessness because I can still feeling somewhere inside of me, and I remember having it, but it no longer is a distinct characteristic of my personality. I am so shy around strangers now. I wish I could regress into my childhood fearlessness. &lt;br /&gt;When I was young I also thought I was a great singer, trust me I was and am horrible. One of my "specialties" was WILD THING. Wild thing bum bum bum bum you make my heart sing, and so on. My favorite story was when I was in the shopping cart at the supermarket singing as usual and some old man came up and decided to do a duet with me. We rocked out in the middle of the supper market. My mother was red faced caught somewhere between amused and embarrassed. She wouldn't sing along.</content>
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    <title>God is watching me</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T18:39:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T18:39:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>only the voices in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I went out to get a little sun. as I was lying there with my shades on I looked at the sun, well because thats what I am told not to do. Then I saw a giant eyeball in the sky starring right at me. There was a very light but consistent spread of clouds throughout the sky, and a giant circle had formed around the sun. Almost as if the sun evaporated any cloud that got close to it..... I guess evaporated into the outer space cuz thats where the moisture goes when it is evaporated. It was a perfect circle with the sun itself looking like the pupil. then around the clouded ring around the sun was a very faint rainbow. I got scared and ran inside before God saw me in my skivvies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:3394</id>
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    <title>lone ranger</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T05:28:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T05:28:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No one reads my livejournal any more. I have no comments. I think I need to find more friends.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:3227</id>
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    <title>Closet space</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T22:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T22:38:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is my right as the only daughter to have the largest closet in the house. However, today while attempting to unpack I realized I have the exact opposite. I, the only girl, have the smallest closet in the house. I am demanding that my father knocks out part of the stair way, witch I might add has a larger than necessary head space, to make me a second closet. NO ONE will rest until the task is complete.</content>
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    <title>First day of summer.</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T00:37:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T00:37:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cherry Popin Daddys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was the first day of summer. I.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mowed the lawn, the pool area and the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Dad put all the hedge trimmings in the compost heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swept the driveway and all the walkways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figured out how to work the weed waker and used it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted the front porch with mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All while my brother's slept and played on the computer, well actually to be fair Joel did vacuum the pool house and Jared rode his horse, but I was still pretty perturbed when my father told me that I now had to do the yard work every weekend for the rest of the summer. Isn't that the boy's job anyway? The things I go through to be the favorite child.....</content>
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    <title>Home</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T06:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T06:51:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The gangstar neibor's rap mix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am now home for the summer. What sweet sweet sorrow. A few weeks ago I was dieing to leave and go home and never look back. Sadly I miss it so much now. A few weeks ago I was in such a terrible slump, depressed and didn't feel very highly of myself. But then an angel saved me, an angel who lives in a castle. I spent every waking moment of my last two weeks there and I dare say that Carly Smith saved me. I feel beautiful, confident and ready to take on the world again. Just proof that one good friend can make the world of difference. Which leads me to recite a quote that I heard from somewhere at sometime that goes something like, "as you grow older you realize that it is less important to have more friends, and more important to have good ones". Thank you Carly and Mikey for being good friends in my time of need, and for not getting sick of me when my time of need became all the time. You are truly special people and I am lucky have, through a very spcific group of events, met you</content>
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    <title>druuuuuuuuuunk</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T05:59:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T16:02:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mikey tells me I DONT LOOK LIKE FEBE (i can't spell name the girl from friends) but people used to tell me I looked like her. I guess I don't if mikey tells me I don't. &lt;br /&gt;This show is bad news, this show is bad neeeeeeewwwws.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that someone would follow me around when i drink and record eeeeeverything that I am thinking. so they would I stopped in the middle of this sentance n talkded so I can't compleate this thought. however, I leared tha I need to put a camma after that in my English 100 class that I will be failing. I will not use spell check tonight for the drunk effect.&lt;br /&gt;Back to tonight n my recorder. If somone did follow me around and record my thoughts they would descover that I not olnly made alot of grammer and spelling mistakes but everything I think is put to the tune of Portions for foxes. And it is mostly about my **EDIT Im sober now and am removeing all embarassing postings** wich will not be revield, Ok so I will give u a big hint, **Edited**. Also ocationally about Carly my twin. One thing is sure it is always to the tune of Carly's favorite song. Me drunk Me need more beer! MORE BEER NOW. I love the castle, im thinking of telling my parents that I need to live here for the summer, (havent thought of the reason why yet), and not work. I want to go on record now, Carly and Mikey are the cooooooooolest people I ever met, and if u doo know them, you take it for granted, If u don't U should wish you do. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my TRAIN of thought.MONAMANA, hheheheheeh&lt;br /&gt;MIKEY ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;OH NO, MIKEY AND CARLEY HAVE CHANGED PLACES. Mikey can now join my alcoholics amomonic club. whooo whooo whoooo. I love castle! drunk post at its finest!</content>
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    <title>My boobies didn't come out</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T04:42:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T04:42:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thats right you heard it from me. I am now aware that my boobies stayed in their place. Thanks Carly!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:1903</id>
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    <title>SUUUUUUMMMMMEEEERRRR</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T04:56:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T04:56:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rilo Kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Summer is coming. Which means the updates will be flowing in like beer at a red neck wedding. I will miss the seniors and I will miss clinton and cheep beer but most of all I will miss Carly and the castle. Hopefully she and Mikey will stop in on their way to and from FL. My pool house can be your home away from home. It has been an exciting year full of ups and downs that came in drastic measures. I am happy that I am leaving on a good note. Caitlin and I will be rooming together next year which is exciting and I can not wait. Studying for finals in this last week is going to be hard. My motivation is running on empty.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ill stay an extra day to have a fair well party with the Castle. I need closure, but this time I want to remember the night so NO MORE SHOTGUNS. Although when I get that drunk it is better not to remember the night. A gift that God blessed me with. I apologies for extremely drunk Sharis.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:1730</id>
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    <title>Lets go paint the town Green</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T03:34:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T03:34:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ashlee Simpson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I home! and Its so nice I want to hear the same song twice. I missed my family so much when I was away. Im a freshman in college and Ive already been away for 3 years. I don't know if I will make the full 7, yes i am in the 5 year program. My little brother has a girlfriend. I don't like that. What if Im doomed to be the only Smith Child to remain single. It may happen. I will prob just move in with Jared and Danni. Jared managed to find a girl that is way to good for him and I love her. Joel on the other hand has incredibly bad taste in women and I am cringing at the thought of meeting this barbie doll. Stephy was his only good decision and well lets face it they were like 5. I need a man so that I stop obsessing over my younger brother's relationship. All I have to say is if they r gonna be all over each other this saturday...... Im bringing out the hose. I hope they do cuz that will be fun.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeeeeeeeen:1444</id>
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    <title>My Birthday</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T21:28:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T21:28:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MXPX (I love the christian punk)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is my first Birthday away from home. *sniffle *tear. I miss my mommy. Last year at NSA she bought a big cake that was to be delivered to me, and I told her I was taking a bus home last minute. oopps there goes that surprise birthday cake, but I would much rather be home than have cake. This year my team is my family, oh I forgot they don't talk to me anymore. well not all of them just a few. Actually Miceli made a nice birthday card for me and had the whole team sign it. to bad someone had to ruin that by trying to start shit with me through my birthday card. but I guess she is the "bigger person". This weekend im gonna tell my teachers that my family is very religious and so I need to go home for easter monday so i can have one more day at home. Im sick of being away. three years is too much, I need to find a school closer to home.</content>
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    <title>Guess who's comeing to town</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T16:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T16:21:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chavelle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Danielle Shuman, my best friend thats who. Its not definite but im keeping my fingers crossed. She will be spending her spring break in PA my home, supposed to be visiting her bf and me. Sadly I don't get a spring break because of hockey, so that bizzatch is coming to me. Her lover Joe doesn't know he is driving her the 6 hour drive yet, but he will. Shu box, I miss you so, your deff one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu and I have been through a lot together in the past 2 years we went to NSA. I have never had a friend like her and ill never find another. when Im out of college I have half a mind to move out to Wisconsin just to be closer, but then again I just don't love cheese that much. Hopefully she will say with the plan she has now and move to NYC the two hour dive I can handle. Miss you shu!</content>
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