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                <title>apathy</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2003 11:25:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ people don't hate me, but they don't  like me either. ]]></description>
                <author>~destroyingangel</author>
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                <title>gone</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2003 14:16:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wow summer is flying by and its off to  school again in like a week. omfg. new  places, new people... and who knows  which of the old will stay in touch.  there are so many great ppl i met this  summer who i will never see again. they  touched my heart and now they are gone  forever. so strange to beleive. i would  see D again but it will make leaving  hurt more. why start something that  can't continue. why start something  only to end it. O kissed me goodbye (in  true European fashion). after i left i  finally realized just how infatuated  with him I was. even though i never did  anything with him. even though i  technically am unavailable. the feeling  of what might been lurks deep in my  stomach. the first time i have felt  that cliche feeling. regret. but even D  will be left behind. and now for more  obscurities (for security reasons): i  never realized how cruel i could be.  T(R) continues his horniness and th's.  worse after seeing me unclothed (karen,  mary or allie will know what i mean). i  will never see C again and i didn't  feel sad that I didn't say goodbye. I  guess I didn't like him as much as I  had previously thought. funny how  goodbyes make you realize your true  feelings. I don't know if I will miss  D... I guess I will. but I'm glad it  didn't go further. maybe if I were like  20 years older. but that's not who i am  now or what I want. i have turned into  an illiterate (according to my mother).  but am no longer fat. i can no longer  use that word, probably due to R. I  wonder if I will miss P. but with him I  may see him next year. he won't be  halfway around the globe like everyone  else. Ditto with TF and TO. Luckily  none of them know this site so they  won't be able to read this. not that  anyone reads this anyway, so it doesn't  matter. i dislike the new DA setup,  unlike the rest of the world  apparently. I haven't been on since  June. It's strange. Everyone's lives  have continued on for 60 days without  me. Many of those lives will continue  on forever without me. I will see who I  miss, and remember them. Those that I  don't can be forgotten. I am better at  forgetting than I give myself credit  for. I think most people are. Out of  sight out of mind... but there are  plenty new ppl to meet. ]]></description>
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                <title>um yeah</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2003 11:35:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm going away, so I prob won't be active most of the summer. Let's  hope it's not too hot. <br>
T- if you read this, which you prob won't, I'm gonna miss you... ]]></description>
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                <title>um yeah</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 09:14:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hm... wow nothing to say right now that i can post online... i really  love mushroom pizza... i lost another pound... it is bad to leave  chocolate in your car... ]]></description>
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                <title>the end</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2003 07:08:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm out! ]]></description>
                <author>~destroyingangel</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2003 15:25:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ lots of hw to do... prom is this weekend... should be interesting...  only 9 more days left of school <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>happy?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2003 17:45:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If this is happiness I'm glad I'm not depressed... i've been crying all  afternoon, and i'm the happiest person i know... well crying isn't that  bad i guess. ]]></description>
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                <title>before trip</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2003 12:28:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ orchestra trip tomr... not looking forward to it. no hot guys will be  on it... unless there are hot underclassmen. but i promised my friends  i wouldn't hook up with anyone this time either. and by hook up i just  mean kiss, not have sex so don't worry. maybe it will be fun except i  hate philly. so i dunno. way too much work to do. i'm gonna have to  take exams, i'm gonna miss school too much. hey it's not my fault i  have to go look at schools. i have three to choose from. well four, but  i already eliminated one. i have two more to look at. the one i already  looked at i liked. there were nice ppl there. and they're giving me  money<img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  (the school, not the nice ppl). i should go running cuz my  practice was cancelled, but i'm too lazy. i've lost three pounds in the  past month, which isn't a lot but is something. and i've been eating  just as much, just at different times, so i'm happy. so if i keep it up  i will lose 30 lbs in ten months. which is how much my dr told me to  lose. i dont' really think that will happen, but i dont' really care.  i'm happy. and that's all that really matters. i just need to ignore  stress, without giving up on everything. ]]></description>
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                <title>ice cream</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2003 13:17:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am amazed by what some people will post on the internet. Then again I  tell everyone who knows me everything. But maybe I don't. I think  there's still a lot that I keep inside. Sharing everything about your  sex life (or lack thereof) doesn't really tell people who you are, it  just tells people how you act in certain situations. I only share so  that I may get answers, and get answers in desperate hope to learn who  I am. Or at least who I should be. I've been eating ice cream all day.  I think it just makes me more depressed. ]]></description>
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                <title>sleep?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2003 20:22:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ why can't i sleep? I fell asleep on the couch last night. I'm tired all  the time, so what's up with this? then again I slept on friday night,  but I think that's because i drank two glasses of wine right before I  went to bed, and have horrendously low alcohol tolerance. Maybe I just  need to start drinking more often. ::laughs:: what a smart plan...  [sarcasm] ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2003 14:02:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my tarantula is so cute. she's sitting on my shoulder while i'm typing.  i don't understand how ppl can be scared of spiders. ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2003 16:07:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my life is so stupid and pointless sometimes. ]]></description>
                <author>~destroyingangel</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Feb 2003 15:36:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuck ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2003 18:26:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ agh i hate schoolwork. i've done maybe 10 min of work in the past  several days. i'm kinda behind. grades are coming out soon. i'm doing  badly. i've had a headache like every day. it sucks. i dont' understand  the point of headaches. they're just dumb. i went to bellydance class  today, i'd forgotten how much fun it is. i haven't danced at all since  like last march. i suck but it's still cool. one place where my fat  stomach actually helps somewhat. if only i had a really big ass to go  with it then i'd be all set. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":-) (Smile)" title=":-) (Smile)" border="0" />  i really hate the mirrors there though.  and all the skinny ppl who stand next to me. i'm not sure whether it's  good for my self esteem or bad for it. the bellydancing. well whatever.  i just need to accept the fact i'll always be fat and ugly. ::laughs::  then maybe i'd be happy. my parents keep urging me to lose weight but i  like eating too much. and why the fuck do my parents care if i'm fat or  not? if they dont' like how i look they just shouldn't look at me. if  you don't like how i look than don't have sex with me... very simple. ]]></description>
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                <title>January</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2003 17:46:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just can't concentrate on anything anymore. I thought this would be  the year I'd be happy. I was doing fine for awhile, but I'm starting to  go under. i have such a bad headache today. i've been starting to feel  depressed this week. i think it has something to do with January. i was  really depressed last january and i was depressed the january before. i  dont' have anything in particular against januarys. i dunno, it's kinda  funny. ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jan 2003 14:19:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I haven't been able to stop eating today. I feel so sick. Too bad I  can't make myself throw up (yes, I've tried... I'm just unskilled at  that kind of thing). Whenever I'm lonely, bored, tired, hyper, happy,  accomplished... whenever I feel anything, I turn to food. Food is my  reward when I'm happy with myself, and my comfort when I'm not. When I  don't eat I feel hungry and start shaking. When I'm not eating I'm  biting my nails or chewing on the end of my pen or chewing gum.  sometimes more than one thing at a time. I better never start smoking  cuz I'd never be able to quit. At least being addicted to food doesn't  hurt my lungs. ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jan 2003 20:07:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ while I am singing is when I experience true happiness... one of the  few times... ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jan 2003 12:00:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ why do i suck at everything? ]]></description>
                <author>~destroyingangel</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2003 06:51:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I tried snowboarding for the first time yesterday. I suck! It was fun  though... in a massocist sort of way<img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  it took me 10 min to get out of  bed this morning cuz everything hurt to move. between getting up and  falling all my muscles are sore and i feel like i have bruises  everywhere, even though i only have a couple visable ones... i don't  bruise very easily. i woulda been better if i hadn't totally wimped out  after wiping out trying to use the towrope and then falling backwards  at a downward slope and getting the wind knocked out of me. I only went  down the longer version of the bunny slope once cuz i couldn't see  straight anymore cuz i'd hit my head too many times and i'd fallen  forwards too much so my arms could no longer lift me up. my friends  (one of whom it was their first time, and the other their third or  something) went down twice more, while i rested and messed around at  the bottom of the bunny slope, which is actually scary cuz there are so  many ppl to hit into. Perhaps I'll go again sometime... after I've  fully recovered that is. And I'll wear football pads and a helmet and a  pillow stuffed down my butt next time <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_wink.gif" align="middle" alt=";) (Wink)" title=";) (Wink)" border="0" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jan 2003 18:39:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm sorry ]]></description>
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                <title>blah</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2003 20:21:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ omg, i actually went to the gym. i remember now why i had avoided going  for an entire year. i did a really half-assed workout, but am exausted.  hey going from sitting on your ass all day to a halfassed workout is a  big difference<img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  it was better than running in the cold, i didn't give  myself an asthma attack. which is a good thing. i'm way too fucking  self centered. that is not a good thing. i'm way too hyper too. i say  stuff i dont' mean to say out loud all the time. and i interrupt people  all the time. i feel bad, but i can't stop. it's like whenever a  thought comes into my head it comes out my mouth. and whenever i say  stuff ppl never understand it cuz it never comes out right. it's like  my brain switches topics too quickly. i really wish i could dance.  that, and play piano and guitar. but really i wish i could dance. if i  could dance i'd dance all the time, i really beleive it's the greatest  expression of inner emotion. i dunno. i get to sing tomr, i'm happy.  i'm sorry i didn't do chorus for the musical, i'm gonna regret it. oh  well there are just some things that you regret in life, and you can't  change that. when i was trying to go workout i couldn't find my gymcard  or my workoutpants. it was annoying. i looked everywhere. i always  misplace important stuff. it's really bad. i didn't get yelled at by  any of my teachers today. it was nice. i think some of them have given  up on me. i did my english hw during physics and took physics notes  simultaneously. i think i got more out of that clas than ones where  i've tried to pay attention. that's kinda sad, that i pay better  attention when i'm not trying. i think i just need to get more self  confidence. but self confidence isn't easy to come by. some ppl have  too much of it. ::laughs:: sometimes i wish i could see myself and  sometimes i don't. i'm afraid that i'd hate myself if i could see  beyond the mirror. ]]></description>
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                <title>first entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2003 15:46:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, so I've had this thing for like a year and I've never actually  written/submitted anything. People are sick of me whining all the time  so maybe if I write it here then they wont' have to read it right? Two  ppl commented on how bad my hair looked this morning so I spent all day  at school wearing a hat that makes my head look like a bowling ball  that I only happened to be wearing cuz my mom caught me leaving this  morning and since it was cold she wouldn't let me go without a hat. my  mom treats me like i'm still in kindergarten sometimes... wait not  sometimes, all the time. except she didnt' bug me about my weight in  kindergarten. and she didn't bug me to go running all the time. and she  didnt' bug me about not eating too much. and she didnt' bug me about  not eating "fattening" food... and she didn't bug me about not having a  bf... the problem with all those things is that I agree with her so I  can't yell at her... not that I dont' yell at her, I yelled at her so  much last night I gave myself an asthma attack... I feel bad for  yelling but I don't know what else to do. I used to just go cut myself,  but I can't do that anymore, maybe I'm still trying to hurt myself,  just in more acccepted fashions (hey no one can say I made my asthma  act up on purpose... maybe sometime I'll scream so much I won't be able  to breathe and die...) I've been tired all the time recently. It's  stupid. I'm probably just bored. Or maybe I have some vitamin  defeciency... hehe... I love the snow. or love and hate it I guess. I  hate it on the road and on my car and in my shoes. besides that i love  it. i hate slush though. hey this journal writing shit is kinda  cathartic if you really write what you're thinking... i've kept  journals before but i've never really told the truth... well i've told  the truth but i never said anything about what i thought, they were  more just like "this is what i did today" shit. i really need to stop  swearing so fucking much. i actually said something intelligent in  orchestra today when we were giving our opinions on various peices. of  course that was preceeded by three stupid comments. but hey, it's a  start. someone asked me today how it was possible that I got better  grades than him when I never pay any attention during class. I felt  bad, cuz I couldnt' exactly say "because I'm smarter than you", even  though that's what we were both thinking. I'm not one of those people  who pulls As without any work. and I try to pay attention in class  sometimes, but i've given up, it's way too hard. there are so many  distractions. my brain can never focus on one thing at once when i'm in  a classroom. i talk a lot yes, but that's mostly cuz i've given up on  paying attention, and if i'm talking then at least i'm not bored. it's  horrible to be sitting there, staring at the teacher and listening to  the teacher and trying to focus and not understanding anything. i think  i'm just too hyper to be able to pay attention in class, it's not  because i never try. i usually don't try. but that's just cuz it's not  worth the effort. and i dont' like feeling stupid. i'd rather just be  the person who never pays attention, then the person who pays attention  but can't focus. the second i start trying to pay attention, my brain  shuts off. or i end up focusing on the radiator humming or the clock,  or the person next to me breathing instead. or everything all at once.  i got the sequel to bridget jones's diary for xmas and i've been dying  to read it, but i won't let myself read it until i've read the henry  james novel i'm spose to read for english honors project. so of course  i've read neither. the quote of the day is "life, liberty, and the  pursuit of cheese". i hate the dirty icey chunks of snow that get stuck  under my car. pet peeve of the day: fat girls who wear insanely tight  shirts. i mean the extremes on that one incidentally, so don't be  offended. no one i'm friends with either dresses like that or is fat.  and i just don't think it's flattering. most clothes that look good on  a size zero dont' look good once you have something more than bones.  kinda like those shoes that look so cute in the size 6 that they always  have out on the racks, but look like something an elephant would wear  when you get them in your size. ok i think this is enough complaints  for one entry, and my first entry at that. ::giggles:: sorry to  everyone i was mean to today. ]]></description>
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