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                <title>It's been a while....</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:28:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry I haven't updated in ages. Life goes fast. I feel like im getting better every time I go out to take pictures. Ive decided that I want that to be the main focus of the next years of my life. Im excited. It will be different. But exciting =]<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Confusion.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:37:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My cat died today. I took him of the streets. I kept him. He slept in a warm dry place away from the cold outside. He was getting fatter. And the vet said the blood tests where negative for renal failure etc. The ultra sound said he was fine. Everything was ok. He was just dehydrated because he was living on the streets. And declawed so he couldn't catch anything to eat. We where so excited to watch him gain weight. He came to us 5 pounds 2 ounces. A very skinny unhealthy and older cat. And today when my friend came to visit she said there must be something wrong with your cat. He looks like hes dead. And he was sleeping. I brought him out and he was just tired but moving and ok and meowing. And then he wouldn't drink...or eat... and he was peeing in his bed. And I held him in a towel as he convulsed and cried and faded. Until he looked at me, and stopped breathing. And now hes gone. And I can't stop thinking about him. My first cat. He was supposed to get better. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. =[ Im so confused. What did I do wrong. Why did it happen like this. All these things where rushing through my mind. Despite being the girl I am. With the education and maturity I have. There was this little girl inside of my wishing he would get up and meow at me. Or look up at me and be ok. Maybe hes just sleeping. Maybe ill do something and he'll come back. But I know he won't. Hes lying there. Eyes dull and sunken. Rigid. Lifeless. Cold. And yet I take some comfort in knowing that he died here. In my arms. AS I pet him and whispered to him how much I loved him. That it was going to be ok. And that he didn't die alone, lost, on the street, with no home, and no family, and no one to hold him. I loved him. I miss him. It breaks my heart to know hes gone. To sit and see his collar. no longer around his neck.<br /><br />Im tired.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sick.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:56:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Everyone is sick<br /><br />My mother is sick.<br /><br />My father is sick.<br /><br />My sister is sick.<br /><br />My other sister is sick.<br /><br />I am sick.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>What the hell do I do that for?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 18:39:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ xD I love this song<br /><br />Anywho I know Ive been.....Not active....Lately...A lot..>.<<br /><br />But it's going to get better. <br /><br />Everything will. <br /><br />Next week is B's birthday.<br /><br />Much celebration is in order<br /><br />18 >=3<br /><br />Someone pleeeassee guess <br /><br />bwahahahha<br /><br />Ok....=]<br /><br />Ill let you think.<br /><br />In other news<br /><br />Not heard from mr. stalker man<br /><br />which is good.<br /><br />I have a cat <3<br /><br />I love him very much.<br /><br />My room is amazing.<br /><br />Our piano is tuned and singing with it is amazing as usual<br /><br />Im just.....feeling better<br /><br /><3<br /><br />Life is good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Trust</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 15:00:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You give it.<br />You get it.<br />And sometimes,<br />It's broken.<br />And sometimes,<br />It's shattered.<br /><br />"you need to trust me with this ok"<br />I trusted you.<br /><br /><br />Ughhhhhh. Sorry for the emo shit. Im really having a hard time. When your best friend does something she says she wont. And that thing just so happens to be dating your sisters ex boyfriend......Shit goes down. So much crap is happening. Im not even trying anymore. If Britt wants to be my friend still there is going to be a loooooottttttt of explaining and talking in order.....I hate stupid teenage drama....<br /><br />In other news<br />I have a cat.<br />Family finally settled on calling him Jasper.<br />Which is funny cause that's the name of one of my characters but w.e<br />My mom would not let him be called Ryker....<br />LAAAAMME<br />xD<br />But He is putting on weight. <br />He is now up to 6.5 pounds. <br />He has energy hes meowing when I leave him *not that great xD*<br />and hes just all around awesome<br /><3 my kitty<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Worse day</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 17:36:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ever hear something and think "oh that will never happen to me"<br />....<br />....<br />.....<br />its happening to me.<br /><br />I don't know who he is but he has my cell phone number...and my house number...and he found me on this website. I will soon be leaving deviant art. <br /><br />Why did this have to happen to me?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Bad day.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:13:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am having a horrible day. Thinking of deleting this account. Maybe I need to start over. I need a new account name that's for sure >.<<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I been a long time gone</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 16:15:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ xD I love that song<br /><br />anywho I have adn I forgot to update this journal as well as my doll journal. So i apologize im lame I know. I have a bnother week to go of camping etc and then I will come home and be home. It's gonna be good I just know it. Also thanks to the people who have left comments, emails, notes, and faves. Sorry when I don't answer them all. I have like...n o time. And now I have a little bit of time to check emails etc Im just gonna plow through it all. xD Sorry<br /><br />Love much! Talk to you later.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Life is NOT like a box of chocolates</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 20:00:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Quote from the movie Forrest Gump:<br />""Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.""<br />(yeah...i quoted a quote)<br /><br />Anywho Life is most certainly NOT like a box of chocolates. Because if it was im sure it would be much more enjoyable and fattening and educational and pleasing than what this is right now. You would be much better off saying something like, "life is like a box you think is full of chocolate." or "Life is like a box of indecipherable brown blobs in little pleated cups of paper." .....I don't know.......I just know that whatever kind of a life im living has some strangely flavored chocolates.  <br /><br /><br /><br />are you having a good day?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sickness rules my life.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 12:37:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ive been sick.....for a while now.....I have no motivation to do anything. I just lie around the house all day long. Sleeping. Eating. Fooling around on the internet. <br /><br />It gets really boring.<br /><br />and lonely.<br /><br />So I got my "sinus infection" treated for the second time this year. Cross your fingers lets hope this time around its working. <br /><br />I hate being sick.<br /><br />Im missing out on so many things in life -.-<br /><br />someone bring me chicken noodle soup to make me feel better.<br /><br /><br />Oh, and to top it all off. All the time I spent in the sun on saturday made me so sick. I was throwing up on sunday and some of monday and i got a huge sun sore and it all hurts so bad I hate it.<br />=[<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Mwahaha the tagging continues.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 02:13:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Teehee. Suffer and die all of you. I have been tagged by my good sister. Via facespace but hell im gonna put it up here anyways =]<br /><br />1. I secretly still have the desire to use crayola crayons in coloring books and draw outside of the lines.<br /><br />2. I once drank hydrogen peroxide.....not a good day<br /><br />3. I always try to translate my dreams and see what they apply to in my life.<br /><br />4. I hate pennies.....I really hate pennies......A lot.......<br /><br />5. I hate the smacking noises people make when they eat, it makes me not want to eat<br /><br />6. I like pancakes better than waffles<br /><br />7. Summer makes me depressed and angry. I hate the heat<br /><br />8. I want to get my GED and leave<br /><br />9. I am staying up late so i can talk to my friend....no other reason.....just so i can talk to him.<br /><br />10. Doing homework makes me sick to my stomach<br /><br />11. I hate it when people lie to me<br /><br />12. I hate it when people lie to me, I know, call them out on it, and they make more lies to try to protect themselves.<br /><br />13. I hate going to buffets. I can't walk around and get food because it feels like everyone is staring at me so I get like one or two things and sit down. And I REALLY hate getting back up to get something. It makes me feel like a pig.<br /><br />14. I trust older men (not old old but like 18 -20 age) more than a lot of my girl friends my age.<br /><br />15. I have never been offered a cigarette........<br /><br />16. I cant sleep with the lights on unless im super uber tired.<br /><br />17. I love kids. Want 3 some day<br /><br />18. I hate crying in front of people<br /><br />19. When I say I don't want any presents, that means I do. <br /><br />20. Im probably going to die this year. Dramatic enough? Ive had tons of dreams about it. <br /><br />21. My mom wants to sell our horse =[<br /><br />22. The first bone I ever broke (besides my pinky toe...) Was my head<br /><br />23. The number 32 is my favorite number and thus any time I can make a number into 32 (23 is 32 backwards) I do. <br /><br />24. I have always wanted 2 finches to keep in a white cage in my room. Blue and green.<br /><br />25. I sometimes chew on my hand........<br /><br />Now as far as taggin goes...im a lazy tut so all you who want to go ahead.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Um...Tagged? 7 random fact.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:16:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have eyes, Couldn't escape the tagging *gouges eyes out* X.X success! nope<br /><br />1.I can't and don't touch pennies. Don't ask. I just wont.<br /><br />2.I have had several dreams of my death is dramatic intricate detail. It happens this summer ^.^ ........ in my dreams....right? xD<br /><br />3.I used to own a venus fly trap named George. He died after about 2 months T.T<br /><br />4.I almost lost my virginity in a sarcophagus. No joke <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> crazy things happen in drama productions xD<br /><br />5.I looooooooove getting flowers. Really love love love getting flowers. But I like it when they are potted rather than cut. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br /><br />6.I hate yaoi with a passion. Don't get all "gay hater must die!!!" on me. I love yuri with a passion xD Im all for the girls. But I <3 Andy =] ( <a href="http://jazzology.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconjazzology:" title="jazzology"/></a> )<br /><br />7.I have a deep desire to own a lemur. <3<br /><br />So that's my seven.......I couldn't think of much. Sorry there really weird....but you asked for it! D8< haha anywho getting better from sickness more pictures soon =]<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>mmmm Sickness</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 10:23:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Eh...Not so much. I finally got to the doctors. Sinus infection -.- blegh. Nasteh stuff. But at least ive got stuff not to make me better <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> that should be good. And mentally feeling much much better. =] Happy stuff. Im gonna go now.....I should be sleeping....but im not. xD<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Valentines Murder</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:39:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No, It's not that exciting. Sorry. xD SO on Valentines day this year. I went to a murder mystery dinner. It was loads of fun and super cute =]. I played Miss E. R. Auminmund.... yup  I got a weird one. I was the secretary of 'Watersdown Mansion' *haha yes its a pun..thingy* and everyone thought it was me. When infact it was my man Rog. Who was really lying about he whole thing. Tear Tear. He did not luv me after all. Cry emo kid. /end emo<br /><br /> So anywho. It was loads of fun. I just feel like ranting. SO if you wanna keep going be my guest. <br /><br />Oh! I know what I was gonna say. Let me give you a quote *happy quote time 8D* "InnocentCuts *that's me...my really emo old screen name* every time you post a journal here on da you put under "drinking" water. Do you really drink that much water?"<br /><br />Why yes my good friend. I am an H2O addict. I always have a cup of water especially when Im at the computer. Not only does it keep away hunger pains but it also makes you get up to use the bathroom often...sometimes the most exercise I get is walking to and from the bathroom to the computer....Shut up now.<br /><br />I have been sick. Since Christmas actually. I walked home from Paneara the other day...I had to stop 4 times on the way home, and by the time I got home my legs were shaking and I slept for 5 hours....What is this horrible cough? It's not mono (thank you very much I know what mono is my friend and I do not have it) it's a cough....sore throat.....runny nose......and i get headaches from coughing so much. Someone save meh! D8 im dyin. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br /><br />Speaking of dying. Im dying this summer. I know it. I know it sounds wierd but I just know. Call me pessimistic/sleep deprived/ sick/ drugged/ all of the above. But I know. It's there.<br /><br />Also I have now had 6 dreams of me and a certain man friend. It starts with us living together. Then we have a child. Then we raise him together. They are about the most normal dreams I have ever had but they are so normal it scares me. Also they are intensely Hallmark-y cute. Which bothers me. And our sons name is always the same in my dream. And he always has Brown hair and eyes. These dreams are so real it's like I can reach out and touch him and hes there. And then it scares me that im having dreams about me and my man friend havin a kid. That's just weird. Im sure he will read this and be immensely turned off.  But what can I say. Im sleep deprived, sick, drugged, and very very much in a certain four letter word. <br /><br />Haha....that's funny....normally four letter words are bad. xDD someone shoot me already. <br /><br />I want someone to make a posable sifaka lemur for Harmony my doll. She owns one. His name is Louis. >.> Go now. Make me a lemur. I need one. Also someone buy me a subscription. I never had one. And I want one. And while Im asking for things and being a greedy lil cow, I want my sister back. WHo just left for australia tonight. I want all the dolls on my wishlist. I want to live in canada with man friend. I want to own a Saluki. I want a new better tripod. And money. .....yup sounds about right. <br /><br /><br />I think im done now.<br /><br /><br />I think..............<br /><br />nope.<br /><br />wait...<br /><br />yeah im done. <br /><br /><br />GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I need to stop sleeping...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 10:29:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok so I did it again. Had a very very odd dream. I won't tell you....cause it's wayyyy too long. but ill sum it up.<br /><br />I was in a mansion with 4 other guys and a vampire dude who had invited us. They were all scared to death of the man but I wasn't. Vampire guy ended up being my guy friend (yes the same one in the other dreams) and we were in love and then it was sort of like beauty and the beast, I wasn't supposed to go into this certain room of his but I did and I was attacked by his friend who was also a vampire (and the same friend in my other dreams). Luckily my guy friend saved me but now im a vamp. Crap. Wth? Well now we can be together right? Nope. He pretty much gets lost in his own castle. I  try to go looking for him but then I find out hes running from me.  So I sit myself down in this lovely bar kind of a thing inside the library of the castle majig. Get smashed. He comes along. Stuff happens. I wake up the next morning (no we didn't do what you think) and  im in his bed but I can't feel it. So I am walking around without my sense of touch and therefore just skrewing up everything. Then I start loosing my taste and smell. Then touch. And the last thing I see is Him walking out the door with his luggage. Leaving.<br /><br />sooo I fail at making it short and simple explanation. But at least you didn't have to suffer through total weirdness right? Anywho I notice that I have the most vivid and dramatic dream when I take a two hour nap after coming home at 7:30 ish. Wanna interpret? I think this was cleared up the point rather well. Tell me what you think. <br /><br />I think I need to stop taking a nap in the morning >.<<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Another really weird Dream</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 10:35:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yup. I had another dream this morning. I honestly don't know what to say for this one either.....<br /><br />I had gone to bed this morning with the hopes of getting just a few more z's than I had last night (as I spent the better part of last night making clothes with my now working sewing machine). I tossed and turned in bed trying not to listen to my ratties shuffle there igloo around (very noisy). Well this is the part were I start dreaming. I got out of bed and went back down stairs. I got online to talk to a friend and he was only using trillian and skype. I have this unusual hate for trillian(dont ask). That was kind of normal for a dream but then we were out camping on the coast. It was a misty, foggy gray day <3. We were walking and he was yelling at me to stop being so happy about it. Then my ears were bleeding and I was deaf. So I ran away from him and saw my friend on the boardwalk. We ran and then were dad was with us. And we were running from some storm or something. And he told us to stay by this little mini bridge as he went off to find something. So we sat by the bridge and there was this little cove-y thing. So we went inside and there was a black lemur on  a branch. But then he got up and stretched and I kissed to him and he came over only he had red eyes and a red and black collar of fur around his neck. He came up to me but I was a bit scared of him. And then my friend was gone and I was alone with the lemur. But then he was friendly so I was ok with being alone. But then my guy friend found us and he was really angry and he came up to me like he was going to hit me but my lemur chased him off ^.^<br /><br />..............................yeah then I woke up..................................<br /><br />Wanna try to translate that for me? Im still kinda scared of my dreams. xD<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dolls n Stuff</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 13:03:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I finally decided Im making an account for my dolls. Not as in Eilin has a da account now but rather one dedicated to all the pics etc I do with my dolls. I know quiet a few of you are sick of them so Ill leave this up for my psuedo art and for memories sake. But the new one is here now <a href="http://half-jak.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconhalf-jak:" title="half-jak"/></a> It's not put together yet but soon. Thanks you guys.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 12:45:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have always had really really odd dreams. Sometimes. Only sometimes. I have normal ones. Like my first date, or the first day of school. Things like that. But otherwise its just all out weird. The reason I bring this up is because of a particularly odd one I had last night. <br /><br />It started out (or from what I remember it did) with me walking to a friends house. I was bringing her a present to apologize for making her angry. It was a shark. Yup. Although it was fairly small. Still a shark. Well there was a stream near her house and inside it was a cookie cutter shark that bit a chunk out of my shark as we went past. I love control of my shark and he almost got away. Well I got him back and came up to her house. All covered in rhinestones and glitter and pink. Much more frightening than the shark. I walked right in and presented my guilt gift to my friend who then got angrier since it had a bite out of it. I ran up to her room and tried to talk to her about it but failed. Then found myself in a store pulling breads etc off the walls into my basket. But when I came to the register I only had about 10 items. Mostly bread. I tried to pay for them the whole while talking about my two young boys that would be so excited about our camp out this weekend. Then the total came to 64.50 and I had to take things out. When I left the store I was in the lower lever of a parking garage and my mother red pt cruiser was sitting with its doors open in front of me. A boy with a gun came out of no were and then I saw a bunch of people huddled in a group crying. Hostages. And I was son one of them. However we did a lot of running away that failed. While I was running I called 911. And actually didn't work three times. 955, 954, then finally 911 but i didn't speak to anyone the ringing was still going on when an ambulance came. They took me inside and dropped me off at a friends house in Canada. It was huge. A mansion. And he had a party going on. Friends, family, he left them to come and talk to me. Asked me if I would come up to his room. (don't worry nothing too risky <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" />) And I did. He sat on his bed and asked me to do the same. And I did. But not before picking up all the Pokemon collectors cards he had laid out. Then we sat and talked and he leaned closer and kissed me. Then look at me straight in the eyes and told me he was gay and was glad he was in Canada and out of my life. Then I jumped out his window to the mosaic tiles below. To my death.<br /><br />.........I honestly cant tell you why I had this dream. Nor what it means. All I know is that it was really weird and I think Im afraid to sleep now. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> Im totally open to people trying to translate this. My friend Mickell does it all the time. But I don't even know what to make of this. And I dreamt the damn thing. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> Anywho thanks for reading my ridiculous dream. =] See ya!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Stress, School, and other things I enjoy......</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 13:52:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so my whole semesters worth of home work is due tomorrow.....Don't look at me like that?! Of course I don't have any of it done! >.> And yes im trying my hardest to get it all done the day before he comes.....No im not wasting time on the internet trying to occupy myself. <br /><br /><br />........<br /><br />HELP!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I need something to do....</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 11:54:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am getting so sick of this house. The same walls, the same colors, not even the Christmas decorations make it any different. The fact the we just added a tree and 100 more nativities to the already existing 50 doesn't make much of a difference. The sky is gray. That's nice. The wind is blowing. Even better. It's been raining. Awesome. But I need something to do. Over the last week what with my rat dying and all, ive cleaned my room three times, gotten rid of three bags of absolute crap that i suppose ive been hording for years, made 6 new dresses for my dolls, made new hats for my dolls, made Lila a bed, finished my semesters work in science and English, listened to my harry potter soundtracks 3 times at least, tried taking pictures of my dolls (im failing at my already pathetic amount of talent...not fun) and loads of other things. Im bored. Im not usually bored. I usually have things to do. Tons of things. Weather or not I want to do them is a different matter entirely. Ive been reading the book my cousin wrote, eating tons of snackey holiday food, and sleeping. NOT HEALTHY! Bad, really bad. Andy is busy with school. Not that we talk too much normally anyways. I don't really know why. It's like with Biddy. Biddy and I don't talk over the phone, we don't text each other, we don't message etc, we have to be around each other to have fun. A totally physical relationship. That's why im scared about her moving. I can't go 5 months just trying to talk to her through emails. That's doesn't work. Anywho so im eating myself alive trying to not melt into a pathetic puddle of remorse because I want to see him. Grr. But he has school and a life. The latter of which I seem to have lost. I blame home school. I know im ranting. Don't stop me now. Ive got a ways to go. Im kind of frightened about sending Harmony off for a faceup. She was insanely protected yes. But when I got my package in the mail the other day (containing a binder with my cousins book in it) The box was horribly mangled. And the binder is broken in the left corner. Im upset. And although her head isn't near any corners, and the box is the size of a small dog, im still scared that somehow something might go wrong and she could be ruined. I don't want to pay another 55 bucks for a new head. I don't know. It's just....intimidating. I suppose. Anywho im tired of writing this is makes me more...upset? Im going. See you when its better (hopefully)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Outside the Associate Ocean</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 17:34:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That title wont make any sense to you. So don't try. I just couldn't think of a title. So now onto the point.<br /><br />Death comes in threes. <br />And I got the tail end of it. <br /><br />Chloe (cat) and Zero (rat) are both dead now. My friends dog got hit by a car and that was the start. Then Chloe, then Zero.<br /><br />I hate death. <br /><br />Have I told you that before? I can't stand it. So this is about to get messy so ill stop.<br /><br />In other news, I passed my drivers test, sent Harmony off for a faceup, made new clothes for my girls, ordered Eilin a new wig, and am loosing weight. <br /><br />Yeah. So life is...Tiring. And im coming to find out im much more patient than I thought I could be. Its been a month. I still smile when I think of you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InnocentCuts</author>
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                <title>He is</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 18:52:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Everything I wanted<br />Everything I needed<br />and <br />Everything I don't deserve<br /><br />He is perfect.<br /><br />And I am so happy<br /><br />We Met.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My obsession</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 20:37:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I noticed today as I sat in my room widdling a wand while listening to the soundtrack of the first hp movie and reading the third harry potter, I am obsessed with Harry Potter. When the first film came out I got the video game, a watch with Hedwig on it and it sang the theme on the hour. A Potions set, a hp costume, and the two disk dvd. I also have two random books like fantastic beasts and were to find them and quidditch through the ages. Since the first three I think movies came out near my birthday I had harry potter themed birthday parties. I own a bag of birty botts every flavor beans (including flavors like dirt, earthworms, bacon, and vomit.) and I have a norbert stuffed toy. I had a harry potter castle toy that had secret passages and was relatively similar to polly pockets the original in it's make. I also had harry potter leggos.  I have three harry potter board games. A quidditch game, a trivia game, and a harry potter style clue game. And Im pretty sure I had a harry potter ferby. Yes. Ferby.  This is just what I can remember too. Oh man.<br /><br /><br />In other news I ordered my Bei and she will be shipped in 3 weeks. So will her wig. Thanks for reading.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hawaii</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:35:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yup.<br />Hawaii.<br />To be precise, Honolulu. Laie. That was probably the most eventful week of my summer. Poked a puffer fish, swam with sea turtles, caught a koi fish, hand fed a peacock, saw my eldest sister get married, got sand in places I didn't know I could get sand in, finally conquered the word Humuhumunukunukuapuaa (it's a fish), and swam in a waterfall. To name a few things. It was amazing. I have not had such a good time in a long time. Totally carefree and alive. It was so awesome. ^.^<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Internet and My Parents.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:11:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well as of late my mother and father have become more, let's say, involved in the internet and workings. My father actually recently got a Facebook page. I think it's so weird to think about . I also feel kind of....I don't know, intruded upon. Like this has always been my own little world. I had my friends and my enemies, I said what I wanted to, and if I lied no one would really know. Well except that I have enough real friends on here that they would point it out. I guess this has always been my own little world. A place to escape the terrors of home. To get away from my mother and her endless nagging, and mostly, a place were I could create. Were my imagination overloads every other second. Mostly on this site are the things that boggle me the most. That make me want to believe again in fairies and unicorn, centaurs and dragons. I love fairy tales. I grew up with them, and a part of me still want to believe in them. Im ranting. I know. This is simply because now I have to change my output on the internet. Im kind of frustrated. But it's ok. Im going to go to Strauss Festival. Im going to eat the orange chicken that mickell and I made and we are going to chare bagels and chips and soda and cookies with jake and karissa and cindy and princess. Yes I have a friend whos name is princess. Get over it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" />. SO Im going to get ready. Thanks for your time. <br /><br />~Julia<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>May being the worst of months.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 19:44:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Bad things that have happened in may<br />A good friend of mine died.<br />Meredith my sister was born.<br />Patches died<br />And on Sunday night Magrat my rat died.<br />I hate May.<br />Those are just the deaths. Not to mention the sensitivity of my mother. Say the wrong word and she rockets out to space. It's insane. ugh. Im glad I have June now. I hope.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Queitly.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 00:56:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And Ode to Patches the barn dog.<br /><br />Sixteen years ago I came<br />Sold to Harvey by Shelby Frame<br /><br />Beach Lake was a lovely place<br />to play with coyotes<br />to romp and race<br /><br />In my younger days I chased the cats<br />and helped them catch<br />those nasty rats<br /><br />The very best part that can't be beat<br />was the wonderful people<br />and there delicious treats<br /><br />Thanks to all for the lovely care<br />for picking the ticks<br />and combing my hair<br /><br />Thank you for waiting for me to move<br />in that way and others<br />you showed me your love<br /><br />My owners decided when I couldn't arise<br />that I needed to "go"<br />I saw tears in there eyes<br /><br />They petted and hugged me<br />said you been a good friend<br />i'm sorry old buddy<br />but this is the end<br /><br />I looked up at them<br />to say one last good bye<br />they patted my head and started to cry<br /><br />I hated to leave<br />but they have memories to keep<br />and I felt very tired<br />so I just went to sleep<br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------<br />Today I set out for work at the barn. I brought as extra dog treat. His favorite. Soft so his old teeth can chew. I looked and looked with no success. That's when I learned of the fate of an old friend. To tired to move on, to weary to stand. I don't take death lightly. I don't mourn openly. But I worked through the day, and when I got home I ruined another pillow with my wet mascara. I knew it had to happen. He was sixteen. Which is unheard of for a wolf/Australian Shepard mix. I will miss him laying in the space under my locker. Being there when I open the car door. And being my fierce protector when we journeyed into the great unknown darkness of the hay barn. <br />My mother, sisters, and I have been going to Beach Lake Stables for  21 years<br />We have seen the horses come and go. Survived the rabies attack. And have met or have known all the BLS animals. Dogs, cats, horses, chickens, cows. But none were as special to me as Patches. Life long friend. Protector of the barn. Arch enemy of the coyote. And quietly friendly. I love him. The barn seems still. Faded and gray. These floors know your paws. This air knows your breath. I know your eyes. <br />And I miss them<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>What am I?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:04:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sure tell me I should be a heterosexual homosapien. <br />But I mean art wise?<br />Because as much as I like to model when I don't have brittany to use. Im not exactly the shiniest apple on the tree and definitely not the skinniest.<br />And Im not exactly the greatest photographer of my age either.<br />And I don't have any talent for drawing or painting.<br />And as much of a passion as I might think have for Theater im pretty sure im not that great.<br />and I can't put words together for the life of me. *as much as I might try*<br />And im poor so I have no photo manip equipment. Were do I fit in?<br />The silly emo kid portion that takes overused pictures and writes about love they think will last for eternity. <br />Wait.<br />They all have more talent and better cameras than me.<br />wth.<br />I don't know.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I hate journals</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 09:52:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Normally I fill them with spelling mistakes and random crap. But I also have times when I feel very impressed to write. Now is neither of the two and yet im writing anyways. <br /><br /> So I went snow boarding yesterday *which ended up being snow fallingonmybutt* and it was cold and i have sleep issues so I got sick. But i thought Hey my dad uses that airborn stuff when he is sick maybe i will try it. It was foul! I have never tasted something so gross. ew. Anywho so I expected to wake up this morning fit as a fiddle but no. I greeted the day with a nice long nose bleed which i suppose had happened a while before i woke up because it was on my pillow!!!!!!! after taking care of that i went down stairs and blacked out *if you didnt know i had an accident last year were i lost my balance from a four inch crack in my head ouch i know* and woke up on the tile *luckily there was a rug or im sure id be a veggie by now from the head trauma* then i went to go lay down. i felt sick. i felt really sick and i needed a tissue but i couldnt find any and my dog kept following me trying to lick the boogers outta my nose. oi. so i finally get settled in front of the tv with some nice cold water tissues and a blanket and i popped in a movie *my favorite anastasia* and what do ya know. Its scratched.<br /><br /> i gave up. I went to the computer put up more pictures on da and decided that one journal entry is too little. so here it is. the complaint of complaints. i would go and sleep in my dark room but its hard to drown out the sound of my neighbors fixing there roof. guff. Oh well. Thanks for listening. Bye<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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