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                <title>let's rewind</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:26:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a weird dream last night and i have to write it before I forget. <br /><br />So aliens had been watching over our planet for hundreds of years. Then one day I was outside with a group of people and we saw a space ship. It was huge and had blue lights on it. And it was just hovering there and we were all watching it. Then it started shooting everyone and we all had to run to find shelter. There's more to the dream, but it's  not interesting. <br /><br />Yeah, that's all i had to say.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My Diabolical Plan</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 14:20:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Not that I dont like you, Im just at a party. And I am sick and tired of my phone r-riiinging. Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station. Tonight Im not takin no calls, coz Ill be dancin. coz Ill be dancin coz Ill be dancin. Tonight Im not takin no calls, coz Ill be dancin!  STOP CALLING STOP CALLING I DONT WANNA THINK ANYMOORREEEE! I got my head and my heart on the dance floor. STOP CALLING STOP CALLING I DONT WANNA TALK ANYMOOOORRREEEEEI got my head and my heart on the dance floor!<br /><br />SO<br /><br />I have a solution to my being stuck inside being bored for the next few months while I ride out this winter. I call it my diabolical plan. <br />Muahahaha. More details to come. <br /><br />In other news, I have my last exam tomorrow. At 8 o'clock in the bloody morning. I hope I get to sleep before six in the morning. HAH. <br /><br />Guess what! It's almost Monday! I can't even tell you whats going to happen on Monday. You wont even believe it. No, I'm not going to tell you. Okay, fine I'll tell you. Wait for it.... I get an iphone! Yeah! An iphone! Me! An iphone! Ahhhh!<br /><br />I like pop tarts. <br /><br />I had way too much coffee.<br /><br />LOVE ME LOVE SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME! FOOL ME FOOL ME! OH HOW YOU DO ME! KISS ME KISS ME! SAY THAT YOU MISS ME! Tell me what I wanna hear!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>No one has a solid answer</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:55:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In June I started counting the weeks until Christmas. Now I'm counting the weeks until May. I miss you, summer. I miss your warmth and your sunny days and bike rides and milkshakes and sitting by the pool, and walks to the park, and no school, and jogging in the mornings, and sitting on my door step with friends until midnight, and everyone being home from school, and leaving for walks whenever I wanted, and going to the ex downtown, and watching thunderstorms, and laying on my air mattress at night in the pool, and shorts, and tee shirts, and flip flops, and eating watermelon in my backyard, and sunsets at 9pm, and sleeping with my window open, and waking up to birds chirping, and planting trees, and picnics, and reading outside, and playing baseball in the backyard with my brother, and long drives to no where.<br /><br />Stupid winter. Now I'm stuck in this stupid house until it gets warmer out. And everyone is gone away to different universities far away. So I'm here all alone. And I can't leave because it's too cold. And the snow's not right for snowboarding. And it's too wet to skate. And my room gets cold. So I have to sleep downstairs. And it's dark out. And it's dark when I wake up. <br /><br />I hate you, winter. Go away.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my sheets are beige</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 08:12:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh dear.<br /><br />What have i done<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Lets get some shoes</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 20:02:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I lost my phone in September. It fell out of my pocket while I was out riding my bike. I didn't notice until I got home. I got really scared and got back on my bike and re-traced all of my steps. I took my moms phone with me to call it. I rode my bike for about an hour calling it over and over again. I knew nobody had the phone because my call wasn't being rejected. Unless they just hit the silence button. Eventually someone answered. Her and her husband found my phone on the road and I went to their house to get it. They didn't want money or anything. They lived right around the corner from me. I was so happy to get my phone back.<br /><br />In July I was working as a bartender at a golf club. At the end of the day I went to dump a bucket of ice down the sewer. My phone fell out of my pocket and landed in the puddle of ice and water by the sewer. It was fine. Until a few hours later when my phone stopped reading my sim card. I let it air out for a day and then it was back to normal.<br /><br />In May I went to talk to the Fido people because I wanted an iphone. They said no. I am on a 3 year contract which ends June 2010. They said that if I want a new Fido phone I would have to wait until December. I was mad. But my mom said she'd take me back in December to get it. It's December. She said no. Not until I get a job. <br /><br />I had a job. But then my brother stole it. At the Shopping Channel which is owned by Rogers. Rogers owns everything. Which means he gets his iphone for half price. <br /><br />I don't know where I'm going with this. I'm just bored.<br /><br />Oh, and the five button fell off my phone. Now it's missing an 8 and a 5. I think the glue got loose from that puddle I dropped it in.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my scarf is grey</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 00:37:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, I think I'm going to sleep now. I'm tired. *yawn*<br /><br />Pfft. YEAH RIGHT.<br /><br />I'm wide awake. <br /><br />I need a life. And food. I'm hungry.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>run</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 03:00:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm done the textbook. Well, almost. I just highlighted a few things I don't understand and I will go over them later today. If this exam wasn't worth 40% of my mark I would have given up a long time ago. <br /><br />Anyway, this doesn't count towards changing my sleeping patterns. I had to stay up to finish reading and note taking. It's not like I wasn't doing anything. Then I have another big exam on thursday. That one's only worth 20% so I wont be pulling an all nighter for that. It's not worth it. But I guess I should sleep now. I have to leave for school in 2 hours. <br /><br />I'm not even tired.<br /><br />My head hurts.<br /><br />I'm cold. <br /><br />Where are you, bed?<br /><br />Good night.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The medium is the message</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 08:12:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I spent the last 2 days on the couch barfing. <br /><br />No biggie, I'm fine now.<br /><br />Oh, and I fixed my sleeping patterns. I have no problems falling asleep. I only wake up about twice throughout the night, but I can get back to sleep within the hour. Although, I am sleepwalking now. I keep waking up in weird places of my house. It doesn't happen often. Oh well, as long as I'm sleeping! <br /><br />Still working on getting my website up! <br /><br />Anyway, I need to study. I have an exam on tuesday. A big one! And the prof never gave us any notes or anything, but then she posted a big 6 page exam outline online. So I'm going to start reading that textbook. <br /><br />See yuh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>'ello</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:27:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I show people my stupid phone and ask them what they notice that's wrong with it. They stare at it for about 20 stupid seconds then say "oh.. you scratched it." You mean that stupid microscopic scratch in the stupid corner that you can't even see? THAT'S NOT WHAT I WAS SHOWING YOU. There's a bloody great big stupid 8 key missing from it! It fell off! How can you not see it?! It's right there! Right in the middle of it! It lights up and everything! It's not even one of those stupid keys at the bottom in the corner. It's right in the middle! And it's not one person that this has happened to. It's every single person. About 10 people. 10 people have not noticed that my stupid phone is missing a stupid 8 key.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Aw snap!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 22:48:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lying in bed listening to rain drops against my window talking to my very best friend on ichat and curled up under the warm fluffy blankets with my laptop beside me thinking about how early I have to be up in the morning and how cranky I will be tomorrow. <br /><br />Oh well. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>People; they're the worst.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 11:21:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I put my Christmas tree up. I bought a six foot one for my office. I love having two rooms <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />I decorated it and bought some lights and put an angel on the top! No, it's not too early. I'm eating a candy cane. I found it downstairs. Not too sure how old it is! Oh well. The box wasn't open. <br /><br />So, I've been in the process of making a website. I bought it. It's melaniereesphoto.com But I cannot figure out how to get my things online. I made the website on Lightroom. And I exported it onto my desktop. So all of the files are on there. And I'm in the process of making a home page and a contact page. But I'm making those in Photoshop so I was up until 4 in the morning trying to teach myself how to do that but I don't know how to convert the text into links! Anyway, I don't want to talk about websites anymore. <br /><br />I still want to become a paleontologist <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> Yale is first on the list. But University of Chicago sounds good, too. <br /><br />It still hasn't gone through that my brother doesn't live here anymore. And he moved out in May. He used to sleep in. So I would always be quite in the mornings. And then this morning I dropped something and it made a big noise and I was like "Oh no! I hope I didn't wake him!" But he doesn't live here!<br /><br />Mom made pomegranates! Yuusss! <br />See yuh!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I want your love and i want your revenge</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 13:47:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm in class. Documentary Film. This is the worst class ever. Ughhh. It makes me want to throw up EVERYWHERE.<br /><br />It starts at 4:20 and goes to stupid 8:20. Uggh.<br />Someone is playing sims 3. That is so cool.<br /><br />Anyway. <br /><br />I haven't been sleeping, guys. <br /><br />Since about April it was I would go to sleep. But then wake up at about 3 or 4am and just stay up. Now It's I'm up until 3 or 4am. I get on average 4 hours of sleep a night. And I feel fine. No problems at all. I just feel it on those nights I get about 1 or 2 hours of sleep. Meh. I do it to myself. I had a big essay due today. 8 pages. I started it at about 9 o'clock last night. Haha. Oh man.<br /><br />I remember in high school when we had a big essay to do and they would make us start about 2 months before the due date. And we would be brought to the library and they would sit with us as we mapped it all out. Now I don't even think about it until about 2 days before the due date.<br /><br />Except for my science essay. I have a science essay due in about 2 weeks. I had to go get the professors approval for my topic because I didn't like the ones he gave us. I am going to write about the two opposing views towards pole shifts. One theory is that the Earth flips and North becomes South and South becomes North. The other theory is that the axis wobbles slightly. For example, it has been said that the previous North pole was where Hudson's Bay is today. And that is how it was created. Ice glaciers crushed the ground. Yeah, I've been researching these things all summer what with the whole 2012 thing. My prof liked that topic. I've never been excited to write an essay before!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />Soooo.... yeah.<br /><br />I'm going to do something else now. Maybe watch this girl play sims. I am so totally playing it when I get home!!!<br />See yuh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>This is my musical monologue</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:32:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, I've been thinking. I have developed a theory that explains the reasons as to why I am short. I call it the "fishbowl effect". Let me explain. <br /><br />You see, my room is small. Really small. I think it's eight feet by ten feet. I've lived in this house my entire life. I've never moved. That has always been my room. That's where I've always slept. The room is tiny! I just have enough room for the smallest bed size and a desk for my computer. Just like with gold fish in a fishbowl. They only grow to be the appropriate size for their environment. A bigger fishbowl means a bigger gold fish. A smaller fish bowl means a smaller gold fish. That's why I stand at 5 feet. I blame it on my bedroom. <br /><br />Luckily my brother moved out so now I have this new bigger room! Too bad I'm done growing.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>It was busier than your average bacon</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:35:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wanna know something? This is the first November that I'm not looking forward to snow. I usually get upset if it hasn't snowed by now. But I'm loving this weather. It's in the double digits. Feels like April! I'm so excited for spring time! And summer again! Stupid winter. I hope we don't get a bad one this year.<br /><br />Anyway. I went to my first concert ever on Friday night. That was fun. It was a Justin Bieber concert. That fifteen year old. Haha I still can't believe I went. It was a lot of fun though. He's so short!! It was weird though because it was me and my other nineteen year old guy friend who went. It was filled with a bunch of thirteen year old girls! And children with their parents! But it was fun. <br /><br />I'm really bored. I kind of like having early classes. I finished for the day at 11:30. I have to select my courses for next semester this week. I have mondays and fridays off. Well, if I get my desired schedule. But that means tuesday-thursday will be busy. Meh. Oh well.<br /><br />I got a gym membership. I had to go Saturday morning to work out with a fitness trainer. I still can't move my legs! Oh man. And my abs hurt when I laugh. I'm so out of shape! I'm going to go tonight and swim. I love swimming. Swimming is the best. <br /><br />I think I'm going to go watch a movie. Then get started on some homework. I have a big film essay due this thursday. <br /><br />Who has Twitter? Follow me.<br />Melanierees<br /><br />See yuh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I hate that door.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 07:00:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Im in class! Just finished writing a midterm. It was so easy. <br />Anyway, I'm so sick. Stupid stuffy nose. I fell asleep at about 9 last night which is weird because ever since school started I've been up until 3 or 4 in the morning writing stupid essays.<br /><br />I keep sniffing. And the classroom is quite because people are still writing tests. I hate when that happens. I love this class though. It's my favourite. We learn about ghosts and urban legends and superstitions. But my ears are all stuffy, too. I can't hear anything! It's so annoying.<br /><br />Anyway. In three weeks I will say "three weeks left of the semester!" At which point I can say "One more semester then I'm done second year!" Then I can say "Half way done university!" <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />I think I want to go to grad school. I want to take paleontology. Which is weird because I've always been an art student. But I've liked dinosaurs since I was a kid. So... yeah... I've been looking into Yale. It looks good. But I still have 2 years left. And I change my mind a lot. So it most likely wont happen. But whatever.<br /><br />My head hurts. And this girl just came into the room and she's soooo loud. Okay, she left. <br /><br />I went to my friends classes at the University of Toronto a few weeks ago. That was fun. But I actually prefer my school. I like small classes. There's about 40 in this one. That's my biggest. My smallest is 15. Compared to a couple hundred at UofT.<br /><br />Anyway. I'm going to go. See yuh.<br /><br />PS. I bought my Halloween costume. It's Wonder Woman. It's fantastic.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>blarg.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 16:52:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm blue.<br /><br />-.-<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>yvo poell</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 20:40:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ August 16th? Well then. That was a fast summer. Long summer. I've been off since April? A lot has happened, I suppose. Not really.<br />Lets start with April. I got stung by a bee. That was rather horrible. Then I went to see 17 Again with my friend. That was fun. Amazing movie, indeed. This was also the month I developed my fear of spiders. Long story. Maybe another day. I went downtown with my mother to see an agent. The plan was to audition for commercials all summer. That didn't happen. The agent said I needed to take more acting classes. That made me feel like nothing would ever come of this and that it would just be a waste of time. So nothing happened with that. This was also the month my brother got the keys to his house.<br /><br />May was alright. We spent May at my brothers house fixing things up. That's about it. I also cleaned my brothers room, packed his things up and then moved all of my things into his room. Now I have a new room. <br /><br />June was fun. I got a free two week gym membership at the new gym by my house. My friend got it for me and we went together pretty much every morning. For two weeks. Oh, and I took driving school.<br /><br />I turned 19 in July. Went to a casino and came out with a hundred bucks. Then I worked with my friend at the Canadian open for a week. I was a bartender. It was fun. <br /><br />August sucks. I was sick with a fever of 102 and couldn't get off the couch. I actually haven't done much since. 17 Again came out on DVD. Watched it twice more. It came with a poster of Zac Efron. That's hanging on my wall in my office. My old room is now my office. Oh, I painted my room (my brothers old room) last week. And my in car lessons started. I've had three so far. Maybe about four or five left. I'm pretty excited to drive, actually.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>that is so 16 months ago</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 18:06:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Help!!!<br /><br />A year ago, I had my life planned out. I planned on going to the University of Guelph-Humber to study media studies specializing in journalism. I wanted to be a news reporter. So then I got in. <br /><br />After the first week of classes I hated journalism. So I switched into the photography specialization. Im much happier there and I am very glad I did that. Then I got the job at the shopping channel. That's when it hit me. Is this really what I am going to be doing for the rest of my life? I mean, I dont want to do weddings. I don't want to take school portraits. I just like taking pictures of things I see. It's just a hobby. <br /><br />I discovered another program at another university downtown. It's a production theater program. It looks amazing and I would love to do that. And I can transfer. I could actually see myself having a career in that. And I would love it. Photography is just a hobby.<br /><br />But I'm so confused as to what to do. I mean, I love my school. The classes are small. The program is small. About 150 people. about 50 per media class and 15 max. per photo class. Everyone knows each other. The school is small. One building. Four floors. No classrooms on the second floor. Professors know me. Ones I had last semester still know my name and stop me in the hall to chat. I've met amazing people there. They are some of the nicest people ever. I mean, it's still my first year, they are still just acquaintances. But I'm not happy in the program. Well, I mean, I am. Just not for the rest of my life. <br /><br />Last year I had to say good bye to some of my best friends. Then in september I began the process of making new ones. I don't know if I want to do that all over again. In a bigger school. With thousands of people. Downtown. I've never moved before. I've always lived here. Same house, same friends. Now that's all changing. <br /><br />I would love to do theater. So should I do it?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I Want it All</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 20:21:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Excuse me. I need to vent.<br /><br />SO! I have a presentation tomorrow morning which involves powerpoint and two essays. I did the one essay monday night. Pulled an all nighter. Fours hours of sleep. Woke up and got an email from the shopping channel. The manager wanted me to go in to fill out some papers so I can finally get paid. (Did I tell you about that? When I was there two nights in a row until 1:30am? When they close at 1am? All by myself? Jeeze.) So i said when I am available. She said that's no good. Come in in the morning. I replied "Okay, be there tomorrow at nine". I also had another essay due today. Pulled an all nighter last night. Went to bed at 4am woke up 7am. Went to the shopping channel only to be told the manager isn't in today and that someone else will interview me. Then I find out that I don't even have the job. They went with the other girl and didn't tell me. They said I was more qualified and had more experience and they would rather have me but the manager thought Im not ready and not old enough. <br /><br />They also said they'd call if they needed help. I'd be the first person they will call. But with an extra person I doubt they will need my assistance. <br /><br />So I go to class ready to hand in this essay. Only to find out that, in fact, it's due next wednesday. Not this wednesday.<br /><br />Next thursday I have an assignment due. It's a group assignment and my group is pretty much done. We made a movie and I'm just editing it. Anyway, apparently I had told this girl that she could work with me. This was on the first day of school and she hadn't talked to me since and I had completely forgotten. Then she comes up to me today and asks to be in my group. I told her that we are finished. She got upset and said that she had nowhere else to go on such short notice. So now I have to find something for her to do by tomorrow morning. <br /><br />Plus! I have to write this essay that I should have been working on last night. Plus! Prepare what I will say. <br /><br />So, I come home and go on the treadmill and turn on my ipod thinking I will listen to my High School Musical 3 music to put me in a good mood. But oh no! Where did they go? Why aren't they on my ipod anymore? Where have they gone? I haven't deleted them. Why would I do such a thing? Where have they gone?<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Who's a cat? Whoooooo's a cat?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 15:58:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SO! Who's seen High School Musical 3? <br /><br />Six more weeks of school!<br /><br />AAAHHH!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Yes I have it</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 10:20:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I've been taking acting classes downtown every saturday. When I'm done I would like to do commercials. <br /><br />They want to hire me as a freelancer at The Shopping Channel. But they can't until I'm done my co-op. But I don't know how many hours I need. So I need to find that out today. <br /><br />I keep getting cheques in the mail from Linens n Things. It's great. I got vacation pay, severance pay, and a couple of pay cheques I had forgotten about. <br /><br />The week after next week I have midterms. Then a week off for reading week. Then another 3 weeks until I say "3 more weeks of year one of university" then Im done for the summer. <br /><br />At which point Im going to California. Maybe by myself. Maybe with a friend. But I'll be staying with my cousins.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>crabs</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:27:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When I was a kid my parents took me to the Home Depot to buy some tools and a door and other things for around the house. We were there for hours and it was really boring. Then finally before we left my dad said to me "You've been good and patient all day. Name me anything in the world that you want and I will get it for you right now." Do you know what I said? A cactus plant.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>holla</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 11:32:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Kay, so today is the first day of my christmas break. Well, not really. I have an exam on saturday. And a take home exam due online on the 10th. But I've been so darn busy the past few months. I mean, every day has been school, work, sleep. Until the weekend. Which would be 18 hours of work plus trying to cram in a 3000 word essay. <br /><br />So today I don't have to work. Plus no school. So I made no plans because I wanted this to be a day of doing absolutely nothing. Omg this is so boring. What did I used to do? I don't even remember. Last year when all I had was tech, drama, a 2.5 hour lunch, art and no homework what did I do? What did I do all summer? I don't even know. <br /><br />I don't want to watch tv or movies. The computer is boring. It's so cold to go outside. I kind of want to go out. I wish I hadn't have cancelled my plans of going to Toronto. I kind of want to see twilight again. Even though I hated it. But the more I talk about it the more I like it. <br /><br />But I defiantly don't want to stay home and not do anything. My mom doesn't shut up. She keeps telling me to do things. Which I probably should do. Plus I wouldn't be bored. But it involves writing. Which Im totally not in the mood for. <br /><br />I really do hope the next month of my break isn't like this. <br /><br />I lose my job around the 16th. So I have to tell them to schedule me to work a lot so I can make money while I can.<br /><br />I made banana pancakes for breakfast. Which was at like 1:30pm.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>grrr</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 06:39:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate life >;(<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>o hai</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 09:34:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What do you wear to commencement? I don't feel like dressing up. I would like to graduate wearing no socks. That's what my plan is. <br /><br />I stayed up till 6 am working on an essay. It ended up being 18 bloody pages. I woke up at 8:45. Im in my classroom right now waiting for class to start. I have about 8 minutes left. But this professor is always late. <br /><br />I don't like coffee anymore.<br /><br />I wish Christmas would come faster.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 15:06:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ItÂs snowing.<br /><br />IÂm at school sitting and eating dinner. IÂm kind of bored. Everyone went home and I canÂt get a ride home until 8. Long story. DonÂt want to talk about it.<br /><br />IÂm just pissed that I bailed on my dadÂs 50th birthday dinner for nothing.<br /><br />I lost my job. The company went bankrupt because of the American economy. It was an American based store. <br /><br />We donÂt know when we are closing. No idea. Could be tomorrow. Could be after Christmas. This sucks because this was supposed to be my job. Not just an Âuntil ChristmasÂ thing like my last years job. A real job. I was planning on saving my money so I can rent an apartment a little closer to school. Now I canÂt get another job because I canÂt leave this one until we empty out the store. Who knows when that will be. <br /><br />We will be having a big sale to help empty the store. Which means many customers. Which means a lot of work. Which means not a lot of time for school. Plus, without a head office, the checks I receive may not work. Which means I donÂt even think I am getting paid. <br /><br />I havenÂt kept a job for over a month. Looks a little suspicious on a resume.<br /><br />I hate dealing with angry and confused customers when I could be doing something productive for school.<br /><br />I have to write a 10 page essay by Monday afternoon. HavenÂt started. Its supposed to be about the internet. How the fuck do you right 10 pages about websites? How does this relate to what I want to do when I grow up? <br /><br />I have a term paper due the week after that. DonÂt even ask what that one is about. <br /><br />And here I am complaining about how much my life sucks as IÂm watching the first snow. I like the snow. The first snow is the best. It means something good is about to happen. Good things always happen after the first snow. <br /><br />I am getting an 80 in astronomy. ThatÂs the only mark I know. And itÂs my favourite class. <br /><br />I joined yoga classes at school.<br /><br />Two more hours till I can go home. I have a headache.<br /><br />I didnÂt eat my dinner.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Stupid</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 12:24:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Stupid facebook. I hate facebook. It's the stupidest site ever made. I hate it. I hate people who update their stupid status every five stupid minutes just so it will be first on the stupid list. And don't even get me started with people who put in their status "out...call cell." No. You are dumb. Nobody cares. Why would you put that in your stupid status? I mean, do you expect to have conversations with people on your wall? It's only in your status because you want the whole world to know that you are out. And I hate stupid people who randomly add people just to have more friends. You aren't going to talk to this person. You met them once. And I hate stupid people who write on other peoples walls to catch up. That's what the phone is for. <br /><br />Stupid new cell phones. Stupid camera phones. Stupid video phones. Stupid texting. It's a phone. Use it to talk. <br /><br />Stupid alcohol. Stupid people who drink alcohol. You do stupid things, wake up feeling like shit, and don't remember one stupid thing you did last night. No. You are dumb.<br /><br />Stupid teenagers hating their lives and their parents. Stupid emo music. Stupid emo hair. You all have the same hair. <br /><br />And stupid people who miss the stupid garbage can then don't pick up their stupid garbage. <br /><br />I hate stupid people who lie or don't say what's on their stupid mind then complain when things don't go their way. No. You are dumb.<br /><br />Stupid fashion. Stupid two hundred dollar sweaters. Stupid seven hundred dollar boots. Stupid advertisements. Stupid commercials every five minutes when Im trying to watch my shows. No. Im not going to buy your stupid product. You are dumb. <br />Ugh. <br /><br />I feel much better.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>you smell</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:56:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I went apple picking yesterday. But this time I ventured off on my own to explore the farm lands. I didn't find much. But It was fun.<br /><br />Anywho, Im incredibly hating my life right now. <br /><br />All weekend I worked on a photography assignment which was due today. I finally took my work over to Wal-mart to have it all printed. Then I come home to start my 1500 word essay also due today. And I find out the the photo assignment was extended to next week. So there's one sleepless night down. <br /><br />I have astronomy tomorrow. I have to read and teach myself about Isaac Newton and Kepler for tomorrows quiz. Plus answer a few simple questions.<br /><br />Then I have to write in my blogs about god knows what. I have been slacking on those. My next entry is about hegemony or whatever the heck the word is. I don't even know. But six of those are due on wednesday.<br /><br />Next week is midterms. I haven't been doing my readings for the classes I have tests in. <br /><br />Then a ten page essay about the internet due in two and a half weeks.<br /><br />I got a new job. I started on friday. I worked today and again tomorrow. I start at 5:30. Class ends at 5:10. I finish work at 10 and then another sleepless night awaits me. <br /><br />Im probably going to quit. I hate it and I miss Fruits and Passion.<br /><br />Oh, and Im not going into journalism anymore. I prefer photography.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Chaw</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 21:29:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Eight more days until my first university class.<br /><br />I can't wait.<br /><br />Oh, and I'm glad I'm getting older.<br /><br />Im hungry.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Are you ready for this?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 07:45:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Huh. I've never realized how fast my hair grows.<br /><br />I painted my room last week. Did I already mention that? You see, I'm getting old. I'm losing my memory, I wake up with a swore back, my wrists hurt before it rains, when it rains, and sometimes after it rains. And before it snows. Oh, and when it's humid out. New technology confuses me. I've taken more trips to the doctor in one month than I have my entire life. And do you know what I did last saturday night? I hung out with a married couple. They came over and we talked about gardening, and cooking, and gossiped about the neighbors. <br /><br />God things were so much simpler back when I was seventeen. It all goes downhill at eighteen.<br /><br />Yeah, but my room is green.<br /><br />Oh, and I got my g1 yesterday! I can drive! Well, only if I have someone with more than four years of experience with me. But Yay!<br /><br />I find that if I'm having a crappy day, week, month or even year things go by really fast. Is it just me? This is the worst summer ever but omg it went by so fast. All of 2008 has been dumb, but it's been so fast! <br /><br />Weeiiirrrddd.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Won't you take me to Funky Town?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 22:54:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What would you do if you woke up one morning and everything was opposite of what it really is. And nothing was what it is now. All the bad decisions you've made in your life were now good ones, and all the good ones were bad ones. You wouldn't know your friends existed and there would be no family drama. And instead of living in a house you lived under a tree. And an ant were king. And animals could talk. Except for the king. He doesn't say much. There would be no countries. Just one continent. Good things happened to good people. There would be no war and whatever other problems existed in this world. Drama wouldn't exist. We wouldn't feel happy or sad. We wouldn't feel anything. But we could walk on walls. And ceilings. And you wouldn't die until the world ended. And the ground were a giant trampoline.<br /><br />I think that world would suck.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>No more noodles</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 17:36:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why are kids afraid of the dentist? The doctor is what they should be afraid of. <br /><br />Dentist offices are always friendly. My art teacher once told me that dentists have the highest suicide rate because nobody likes them. But all the dentist does is clean your teeth. And if you have no cavities then you get your picture taken and have it put up on a wall. And then you get a balloon or something nice. <br /><br />The doctors office. Now that's a depressing place. You get to sit for hours in a waiting room full of sick people. And you sit there watching all these sick people wondering what's wrong with them. When you finally see the doctor he tells you all sorts of things that could be wrong with you. And sends you to other places to get needles and meds. I hate needles. Who doesn't? <br /><br />I had to go to see my doctor about two weeks ago. We thought I may be anemic. Had to get a needle. Gross. They got the results back and we were wrong- I have low blood sugar. They said I had to go in for more blood work. Ick. I had to starve myself all night. They wouldn't let me eat or drink. This morning I had to go. They took some blood then handed me a drink. A sugar filled drink. It tasted pretty good at first. Just like orange soda. I had to chug the whole thing down. About halfway through I started feeling like I was going to be sick. It didn't taste so good anymore. Tasted like flat orange soda that had been sitting in the sun for a few hours. It burned the throat going down. It was awful. I finally finished. That disgusting drink was all that was in my stomach after about twenty hours. I started feeling sick. The nurse told me not to throw it back up or else I would have to start the whole process over again. So I fainted instead. Two hours later I had another needle.<br /><br />I think I can tolerate needles now. Its orange soda that you have to look out for.<br /><br />Anywho, I've got to go back to get an ECG (heart scan) and then a take home heart monitor and leave it on for 24 hours.<br /><br />Remember those heart flutters I had a few months ago? Wasn't stress. I had it all backwards. I just need to eat more.<br /><br />All that and I didn't even get a toothbrush. I'd like to see a dentist pull that off.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>S'wonderful S'marvelous</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 13:38:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yesterday was the best day of my summer.<br />I love adventures.<br />And five hour bike rides.<br />And randomly showing up on doorsteps and crashing friends houses.<br /><br />And I've been having weird dreams.<br />All my dreams are about me having to do something. Like Im on some kind of adventure. It's so much fun.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Lions and tigers and bears OH MY</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 21:06:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had the weirdest dream ever last night! Omg it was horrible!<br /><br />All these bad things kept happening to me and it was like the worst day of my life. And then Im like "This is the worst day ever! I wish it were some kind of stupid dream and I would wake up!!" and then I woke up <br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Why is there a saw by my foot?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 18:39:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Monday is my last day of high school ever.<br /><br />I bought my university laptop already. It's a macbook <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />And I got my university e-mail. The password they gave me is vodka <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />Oh man, I'm so not ready.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh my god seven days till prom</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 13:56:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate Fridays. I really do. Mondays are so much better. Friday is the last day of the week. You're tired because you've been woken up so early for the past few days. And you're pissed off at little things that happened during the week at school and you dont feel like doing anything when you get home. When Monday comes you've forgotten about all the dumb things that happened last week because you had fun all weekend. It's a new week. And you dont feel very tired because you got to sleep in every morning.<br /><br />I dont like Fridays.<br /><br />And dont get me started on the whole "but you get to go to sleep whenever you want and then wake up whenever you want" because that is what saturday is for. Plus saturday has no school. On Friday you wake up early, and go to school. On Saturday you wake up when you want and do what you want. Saturday is a good day.<br /><br />Saturday night is totally the new Friday night. Everyone knows it. I mean, right now Im so tired. The only thing I feel like doing is taking a nap. Tomorrow I will feel so awake from all the sleep I am about to get.<br /><br />Fridays suck.<br /><br />I can't say one good thing about them. <br /><br />Good thing I only have three more left until september.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>a hexagonal sign</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 19:19:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had an amazing day.<br /><br />No.<br /><br />I had an amazing week.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dang it</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 17:56:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My play is tomorrow. Less than 24 hours away now. We are so unprepared. Oh well, it will all work out. I hope.<br /><br />Im so... ARRRG. I dont know. I just want this play to be over with. Im sick of spending my lunches and spares in the auditorium building sets. And skipping classes just to paint. And staying for hours after school. Im so behind in my other classes. Yes, I know my only other classes are tech and art. But Im still way behind. I never want to see another paintbrush for the rest of my life.<br /><br />My mom told me the reasons for my heart flutters. Its either because I drink too much coffee, dont sleep enough, I dont eat enough, or Im stressed. But the reason I drink coffee is because Im tired, and im tired is because I dont sleep, and I dont sleep because Im stressed, and Im stressed because of this play and personal things Im trying to deal with at the same time and Im in the auditorium getting so carried away with painting that I forget to eat lunch and I cant eat until I get home at like 5:30. And then Im up all night trying to figure things out  and then I sleep in every morning and then dont have time to eat breakfast. So now my heart flutters. <br /><br />Am I over reacting or am I making sense? <br /><br />Im gonna go watch American Idol.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Tu Robe el asiento</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 16:10:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh man. I've never been so worn out in my life! I have so much to write about. <br />Well, I've been having a pretty crappy past few weeks. And just recently have things been getting better for me. <br /><br />But my dreams just keep getting weirder. Like that one with the leprechauns who came and gave me an inflatable parachute. <br /><br />Anywho, there was supposed to be a shooting at my school today. Someone has been saying that they were going to come and shoot everyone. We've had cops at our school every day this week. So then today nobody came to school. Everyone knew it wasn't going to happen. It was just some dumb person trying to make a "skip school day" and it worked. I went to school today but I didnt go to any of my classes. Everyone in the play went to the auditorium and we had an "all day rehersal". The teacher ordered us a bunch of pizzas for lunch. I stayed at school till just after 5:30. I was supposed to stay longer but I couldn't keep my eyes open. This has been the longest day of my life. <br /><br />I bought a prom dress. It's green. Dark green. I like it. <br /><br />My heart flutters and tickles. Is that normal?<br /><br />I have been learning spanish <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />I think I am going to go sleep.<br /><br />wtf. It's only 7? I've only been home for an hour? WHAT!? That's not right.... it can't be. Im so confused.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>We dont need no water let the roof BURN</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 18:18:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ How do I get myself into these things?<br /><br />I swear its because I stood under that ladder.<br /><br />We're still painting in the auditorium and we have this huge ladder and it is big and whatever and we stood under it so we could do a second coat on the bottom half. After my friend Camille stood under it some random person ran over her foot in the parking lot then drove away. Then the next day she stood under it again and then later that night she found out her boyfriend cheated on her. Then after I stood under it a few times I've had my phone taken away, prom taken away (im not concerned about that. Im going. I dont care what my mom says- im sneaking out. OH NO.). My other friend fell asleep under the ladder. I cant wait to see what happens to her...<br /><br />Anywho, dont stand under ladders!<br /><br />You know, so much has happened in this past month and a bit. Right now my life seems like it couldnt get any worse. But I know a year from now I will look back and laugh. Im already laughing at the whole situation Im just stuck at trying to solve it. Just when you think its over, it gets more complicated and ridiculous. <br /><br />Summer is coming. At last. I love this weather. Today is April 15th. A year ago I came home from my France trip. <br /><br />Well, anyway, Im going to do my hair now <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Cha Cha Cha</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 18:46:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So... I'm eatin a bag of carrots and I read the side of the bag. It says "ingredients: Carrots"<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Pass the Salt</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 16:06:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Seriously... what the fuck is wrong with me?<br />Why am I so stupid? Why cant I get things in my head?<br />Even after it's happened twice and I spent nights crying because I felt so bad... I go and do it again. To my parents. They yell. I fear for my life (seriously-you dont understand how scared I was). They took my phone away. I apologize and swear it wont happen again. And then I do it again. <br /><br />Im not going to complain. This entire thing is my fault. Now I'm grounded. Not even allowed to go to my own prom. <br /><br />This whole fucking year has been one big mess. And I cant stand it anymore. <br /><br />The musical is in a month. Nobody is ready. Ugg.<br /><br />A year ago I was in France. I'd give anything to be there right now. That was a fun trip.<br /><br />Im going to clean my room before my mom explodes again.<br /><br />Wait, here's a joke:<br />There once was a kid who never spoke. His parents thought there was something wrong with him because he never said anything. Then one day him and his family were sitting down for dinner and he said "pass the salt." and everyone started freaking out like "omg! he spoke!" and they were like "why havent you been talking for such a long time?" and he's like "well, up until now nothing was wrong."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>John Haggert</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:54:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel bad. I have been very moody this week and have been grumpy around everyone. So sorry. Gosh, I have a big head ache.<br /><br />Not much is new. Did I spell new right? It doesnt look right. <br /><br />I took my earrings out for the first time today. It was gross. I couldnt put them back in my ears. It felt so weirdd.<br /><br />Does anyone have any scary ghost stories they'd like to tell? Like, ouija board experiences? Or like... you were sitting down then the door opened itself? I've been rather interested in this stuff lately. And it's the reason why I havent been sleeping for the past few days. <br /><br />Well I am extremely tired right now. So I am going to go downstairs and watch American Idol then do my hair then finally sleeeppp.<br /><br />But wait! Answer these questions:<br />What is your name?<br />What colour is the sky?<br />What direction is this arrow pointing in? ^<br /><br />Now say all the answers together! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Jai guru deva om</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:08:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, my break is over. Just one day left until I go back to painting and building. Did I tell you guys? My drama class is producing our school musical. Some of us are doing costume design, some are doing publicity, some are doing choreography, and whatever. Im doing set design. It's going to be amazing. My friend Im working with... her dad is a carpenter and is going to build us a big balcony. And we got permission to paint the back wall of the stage. I can't wait.<br /><br />My break was pretty good, i had fun. But I can't sleep in my bed anymore. It's the weirdest thing. I lay there till after 5am. Once I managed to make it to 7:30. I can only sleep on the couch in front of the tv playing my gilmore girls dvds. But now Im finished all of those, so I watch I Love Lucy. So Im going to try and wash my bedsheets, flip my matress, and play movies on my computer.<br />I remember a few things from last march break. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />I like coffee. Well, not coffee, just lattes and cappuccinos. And I recently taught myself how to make them. They are so tasty <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />Who eats dinner at 9:30? I mean, honestly. Im getting ready for bed by 9:30.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~fat-pie</author>
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                <title>Paul Anka</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:10:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's March Break <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />The time changed and that means summer is coming! I know it's coming! I can smell it! I dont care if we got a foot of snow yesterday it will all be gone within a week because summer is coming!<br /><br />I keep having these weirrddd dreams where when I wake up I think that everything in the dream was real.<br /><br />I was just thinking... why dont I have any memory of last march break? I have no memory at all. This is crazy... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />Im going to go ask my mom. Maybe when Im finished this.<br /><br />Im going to Buffalo tomorrow. Then one day this week Im gonna go tour Ryerson with my mommy and then maybe go stop by Guelph-humber for a bit. Oh, and sometime this week Im planning on pulling another all nighter. Another 24 hours <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br /><br />Kay, well, Im going to go question my mom about last years march break, then get dressed, then... maybe watch some Gilmore Girls on dvd.<br /><br />PEACE!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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