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                <title>Tattoo Incoming</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 07:34:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well hitting 18 is soon impending.  Amazingly I've recovered from my nervous breakdown quite well.  Apparently my emotions are coated in rubber like a bouncy ball. They just got stuck on a nail that held them down for a while.<br />
<br />
So Chris and I are going to get my gecko tattoo done.  There will be lots of photos of the little bugger.  <br />
<br />
And ten days after my birthday (this saturday) Chris and I will be celebrating two years together. Amazing the surfer and the goth have stayed together happily without me trying to gouge his eyes out and paint his nails black, and him trying to get me to wear sandles and expose me to the sun.<br />
Yep little Mery is still so pale I call the colour "EEK! I'm dead" by MeryGoth<br />
<br />
Most enjoyable.  Mother is having her breakdown and crying everytime she looks at me. This is not good for myself esteem.  And this morning told me that 18 years ago she was a volkswagon on legs.  How quaint.  <br />
<br />
My father isn't talking about me, to me, or even in my general direction.   This is interesting since I live three miles down the road.  Me thinks I should pop over and just say hi.  Maybe then he'll talk in my direction.  <br />
<br />
Ah well.  such is the life I lead.  <br />
<br />
<br />
Merythegeckolovingfreak ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Tattoo Design Contest</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 11:58:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>For my eighteenth birthday/highschool graduation present, my fiance is paying for my first tattoo.  I know what I want, but I want it to be one of a kind and it will be. </b><br />
<br />
There are not limits to what you can do.  <br />
<br />
   The only thing I ask is that you keep in mind this is going to be a meaningful piece of artwork for me.<br />
<br />
Tattoo Number One<br />
<br />
Requirements: <br />
Scorpion<br />
Pentecale<br />
Five roses (each a different colour to represent the diffrent elements, [White = Spirit]<br />
<br />
Each of these things has a meaning, my religion, and myself.  The religon within the pentacle, myself within the scorpion. <br />
<br />
                                            OR<br />
<br />
Tattoo Number Two<br />
<br />
Requirements:<br />
Must be a gecko<br />
Bright colours (no black and whites please)<br />
         [points added for curly tails on the gecko)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
    To let me know you have joined the extended contest please note me here on deviant with the subject "Tattoo Contest 1" or for the gecko "Tattoo Contest 2"<br />
<br />
I want you to enjoy this and I can't wait to see results, I just ask that you be tasteful.<br />
<br />
All of those joining need to be entered by November 30th 2005,  all entries need to be admitted to me by May 31st 2006<br />
<br />
<br />
The judging will be done by myself, my fiance, a professional tattoo artist and one close friend.<br />
<br />
<br />
There is only one prize, and that is having your work tattooed on a living canvas,  You also will recieve a full colour photo of the finished tattoo, pictures of the proces, and your signature within the tattoo.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Thank you<br />
<br />
Mery. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Bleh</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 09:14:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And some one tried to break into the Mery's house<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/surrender.gif" alt="Defeated" title="Defeated" /> Scared<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Dead Skin -CrossFade<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Papillon<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: Montel Williams<br /><br />Well last night was one of the more eventful I've had.<br />
I was laying upstairs in my room when my two dogs went nuts and I heard the door open.  I don't really want to relive the night, so to make a long story short, someone opened the lock on my door and tried to get into the house.  Luckily, Shylo and Tramp scared them off. <br />
I'm not quite happy with the Orange Co. Sheriff Dep.  They could've done more.  But they treated me like I was some sort of idiot and I can't stand that shit.<br />
<br />
Anyway. My ankle is very much better and I'm going to have to go to work tomorrow.  Not that it bothers me I just don't wanna because I'm closing Usher/Concessionist.  >.< something I haven't done in forever.  <br />
<br />
Happy First Day of Summer Everyone!!!<br />
<br />
You know I had the weirdest dream last night, that I was some sort of warrior in the Lake Sq. Mall, and I had this big beautiful sword, that Darien gave me, and no one noticed that I was carrying this weapon around.  It made me laugh, because as the dream went on I had to get a fake sales slip for the sword.  And I aquired more and more.  I also went around showing Chris and Darien the damage I'd done with my wonderful sword, and saying "I did that and that, but I didn't do that."  Apparently I was demon hunting.  Rawr....^.^ I'm a dweeb.<br />
<br />
<br />
~Mery the everloving Gecko~<br /><br />"FIRA!" *gets out blow torch* "And they said I couldn't control Black Magic!" ~Sibohan as Lulu, the lesser Amazoinan Fruit Bat of Doom~ ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Guess Who Got A Suprise</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 09:36:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Someone Subscribed Me....O.o  YAY!!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/love.gif" alt="Loved" title="Loved" /> Surprised<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: HollyWood - System of A Down<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Papillon<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: Pitch Black<br /><br />Well I woke up this morning and desided to hobble downstairs, (I'll explain the hobbling in a minute) and jump online really quick.  As I was checking my DA Account I came across my surprise from Darien.  ^.^ a beautiful picture of Sibohan and Chris as Wakka and Lulu.  She made it for me so I would feel better.  And do I ever.  I'm smiling. It's really beautiful.    And then I go to look at the other deviations submitted and I notice I'm subscribed.  !!! WHEEE !!! I'm really happy about it and I wish I knew *Though I have and Idea* who did it so I can give them lots and lots of smooches<br />
<br />
Anyway.  The hobbling...oh yeah...Remember that memo I mentioned last journal? Well part of it was about where the porter pan and broom lived..  See they don't live in the halls or behind the concession stand.  AND they DON'T live in the BREAKROOM, where people, Like me, can fall over them, sprain their ankle, bruise the inner part of their thigh, get a bruise over their uterus and even come half an inch from breaking their nose on the wall.   <br />
Yes that is what happend.  I can't move very well I can't stand for long and my dad is looking at me saying "GO LAY DOWN" <br />
*Whimper*  I hate this. I'm really hurting and having to resort to crutches, even though it's not broken and I dont' need to go to the hospital or the doctor. I can't move around very well.  <br />
<br />
<br />
Well...>T'ank you very much for who ever subscribed me. and I give you lots of smooochies!!! *SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCHIES*<br />
<br />
See y'all around.<br />
<br />
<br />
*Mery gimpy gecko*<br /><br />"FIRA!" *gets out blow torch* "And they said I couldn't control Black Magic!" ~Sibohan as Lulu, the lesser Amazoinan Fruit Bat of Doom~ ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Some Times I feel lIke I work with Idiots</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 12:42:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well. I've been working a lot lately.  And I really enjoy my job at AMC the work is good, the pay is alright.  I get to joke around and all that great stuff.  But the people I work with, are stupid.  Most of them anyway.<br />
I love working with Nicole, Chris, Sabrina, Jon, Amy, Tammy, and Cathy.<br />
But sometimes I can't believe the stupidity that abounds. <br />
Normally when a huge memo is on the board signed by the big boss Mrs. Stebel you'll want to read it.  They didnt'.  I think I was the only one that day to actually do what the memo said.  And it was a lot of important stuff.  I just can't believe it, They are too busy talking about other shit.  The really pissed me off.<br />
We also need a bigger break room<br />
<br />
I miss my buddies. It seems like the only thing that my life is revolving around is work and home, and even Chris.  I miss Darien, and Cody. I miss Sarah and Kelly.   <br />
<br />
~Mery~ ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 18:47:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HAVE YOU EVER<br />
<br />
1. Kissed your cousin: Like on the  cheek. Hes eight come on now!<br />
2. Ran away: Yeah. I went down the road  and then remembered fridges are heavy<br />
3. Pictured your crush naked: Yes.<br />
4. skipped school: yes<br />
5. Broken someones heart: Probably<br />
6. Been in love: in it now. ^,^<br />
7. Cried when someone died: Of course.  especially Laura <br />
8. Wanted someone you knew you couldnt  have: yes.<br />
10. Done something embarrassing: Yes<br />
11. Done drugs: nope. <br />
12. Cried in school: yes.<br />
<br />
<br />
WHICH IS BETTER<br />
<br />
13. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi <br />
14. Sprite or 7UP:  Sprite<br />
15. Girls or Guys: Yes<br />
16. Flowers or Candy: PANDAS<br />
17. Scruff or Clean shaved: Clean  please<br />
18. Blondes or Brunettes: NEITHER....  RED HEADS!<br />
19. Bitchy or Slutty: Bitchy.<br />
20. Tall or Short: Shorter <br />
21. Pants or Shorts: jeans ï¿¼<br />
22. Night or Day: Night<br />
<br />
<br />
WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX<br />
<br />
23. What do you notice first: Their  aura .<br />
24. Last person you slow danced with:  Chris.<br />
25. Worst Answer to Get:  Huh what?<br />
26. Showered: As in have I showered or  will shower with them? No.  I likes my  hot water to myself <br />
27. Stepped outside: ...what???<br />
28. Had sex:  Yes.<br />
29. Romantic memory: Yes. Not gonna  tell<br />
<br />
<br />
RANDOM<br />
<br />
30. Your Good Luck Charm: My Celtic  knot <br />
31. Person You Hate Most: Jessica  Blackstone, Nick Lindsay.<br />
32. Best Thing That Has Happened:  Meeting my best friends and being clean  from cutting for two years<br />
33. On your desk: pepsi and my mom's  files.<br />
34. Picture on your desktop: Old shack <br />
35. Color: purple<br />
36. Movie: Interveiw With the Vampire. <br />
37. Artist: Susan Frame<br />
38. Cars: Cobalt.<br />
39. Ice Cream: Chocolate<br />
40. Season: Autumn<br />
41. Breakfast Food: Ceral. <br />
42. Makes you laugh the most: Chris and  Adam and Matt and Michaela<br />
43. Makes you smile: Chris and Michaela  and Matt<br />
44. Can make you feel better no matter  what: Chros <br />
45. Has A Crush On You: Vincent -.-<br />
46. You Have A Crush On Someone: Chris<br />
47. Who Has it easier, Girls or Guys?:  not that they don't have it hard, but  guys. <br />
48. Gives you A Funny Feeling: boys who  cross their legs like girls. :\<br />
<br />
<br />
DO YOU EVER<br />
<br />
49. Sit by the phone waiting for a  phone call all night: yes<br />
50. Save AIM conversations: yes.<br />
52. Forward secret E-mails: what's a  secret email?<br />
53. Wish you were someone else: Only  when I do something dumb.<br />
54. Wish you were a member of the  opposite sex: no.<br />
55. Wear cologne: yes.<br />
56. Kiss: yes<br />
57. Cuddle:  ALWAYS<br />
<br />
<br />
HAVE YOU EVER<br />
<br />
59. Fallen for your best friend: Yes I  have actually and now he is my baby and  were gonna get married ^.^<br />
60. Made out with JUST a friend?: no I  cant say that I have . <br />
61. Kissed two people in the same day?:  only when playing spin the bottle <br />
62 Had sex with two different people in  the same day?: Hell NO! Chris only<br />
63. Been rejected: Yes but in a nice  way <br />
64. Been in love?:  Am in it now  thanks.<br />
65. Been in lust?: Yes maam<br />
66. Used someone?: No.<br />
67. Been used?: Yes...<br />
68. Cheated on someone?: Nope. Never.<br />
69. Been cheated on?: Yeah.<br />
70. Been kissed?: Yes.<br />
71. Done something you regret?: Yes.<br />
<br />
<br />
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...<br />
<br />
72. You touched?: Telle I gae her head  a massage.<br />
75. you instant messaged?: Chris<br />
76. You kissed?: Chris<br />
77 You thought about?: Chris<br />
78 You yelled at?: Jessica Blackstone  or Nick Lindsay <br />
79. Who text messaged you?: Darien<br />
81. Who told you they love you: Chris.<br />
<br />
<br />
DO YOU...<br />
<br />
82. Color your hair? yes.<br />
83. Have tattoos?: no<br />
84. Have piercings?: yes.<br />
85. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yes.<br />
86. Own a webcam?: no<br />
87. Own a thong?: yes<br />
88. Ever get off the damn computer?  Yes.<br />
89. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?: JA! Ich  spreche gut nicht, aber ich spreche.<br />
90. Habla espanol?: nope.<br />
91. Parlez-vous français?: Oui Mon ami!  Et toi?<br />
92. Quack?: moooooooooooooooooooo!!! ï¿¼<br />
<br />
<br />
HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU...<br />
<br />
93. Stolen anything?: No<br />
94. Smoke?: no.<br />
95. Schizophrenic?: no.<br />
96. Obsessive?: no.<br />
97. Compulsive?: yes.<br />
98. Obsessive compulsive?: yes, but  only about my money drawer at work.<br />
99. Panic?: Yes<br />
100. Anxiety?: Yep. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>I feel Like Foamy</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 12:31:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Once more I am sick and tired.<br />
I've got that strain of flu that knocks  you on your ass for about....4weeks.   At least I can function okay,  I just  feel like shit.  Amazing ain't it?<br />
<br />
You know what I hate?  Really HATE?  People who yell at my friends for  something I wrote, said or did.   Doesn't that just irk you?  I mean if  they have a problem with me, or  something going on around me, and for  some reason what I say ticked them off  or sent them on a flying rampage....why  don't they just come to me instead of  screaming at my friends...like Robin  for one friend who got snapped at  because of something I said.  <br />
<br />
<br />
Now granted I'm not one to censor  myself just so certain people don't get  their toes stepped on.  Because  eventually one day, some one will step  on those little toesies and well, they  need to cope.  I know I sure have.<br />
<br />
Another thing that yanks my chain, and   not in a good way, is people who are  very controlling.  Even if it's not the  typical "Men are better than women"  bit.  But just some one who thinks that  they are better, and should be listened  to,  or even get their feelings hurt  when some one rightfully calls this  person an ass for making another party  cry or even become so upset that it  ruins their day.<br />
<br />
I don't know I guess their are just  some people in this world that I can't  stand.  Namely...ones I won't name but,  hell if they think they have a problem  with me, or the other way around. hell  then they should comment and ask...I'll  be glad to tell them... <br />
<br />
Or if no one gives a damn...okay!  I  don't care really ... ^.^<br />
<br />
No 'Nuka, Darien, Cittie, Yue, and  Reiko I don't have any problems with  you... ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Mmmm War Amongst Friends.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 12:09:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Beh.  <br />
<br />
Friends are fighting.  <br />
<br />
Don't know what to do.<br />
<br />
Don't like it.<br />
<br />
Would like to keep both friends.<br />
<br />
Am torn between them.<br />
<br />
Love one like a sister<br />
<br />
Love one like a friend.<br />
<br />
Can't say I will take sides.<br />
<br />
Only thing to do now is wait and see.<br />
<br />
Mmmm...war amongst friends...at lunch. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Laura Grace Saunders</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 16:26:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My cousin's funeral was Saturday at St.  Michael's Church in Winter Park.  That  was the hardest threes hours I've ever  been through.  I've never ever cried so  damn much.  It was a beauitful  service...or as beautiful as a funeral  can be.   <br />
<br />
James never cried.  I think he  couldn't.  <br />
<br />
My heart broke.  They rolled the casket  down to the alter.  And I lost it.  My  father was a paulbearer.  I lost my  composuer at the sight of that casket.   To think, our sweet precious Laura in a  box.  Never to see the light again.  I  cried and I cried untill I couldn't  breathe.  <br />
<br />
At the reception James hugged my family  and I, we hung on, we couldn't let him  go, nor could he us.  <br />
<br />
I don't think anyone lost it as much as  my family when we got to the grave side  service.     Especailly when my  grandfather cried.  James was told to  stop by and not be a stranger.   He  said he would and we could have ribs  some time,  Papa said that we would not  for him but for Laura.  And he began to  cry.   So did the rest of us.  <br />
<br />
<br />
I miss Laura but I know she's okay now.   <br />
<br />
<br />
Mery<br />
<br />
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<a href="http://love.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/l/o/love.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="love" /></a>  <a href="http://wakkafanclub.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/w/a/wakkafanclub.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="wakkafanclub" /></a><br />
<br />
Laura Grace Saunders,  Truely our Angel  on Earth ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>A Death in the Family</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2005 18:49:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today started out pretty okay. <br />
I got my report card and saw I had  three As and a C.  Then as the day went  on I started feeling worse and worse.   Until in fourth period I wanted to cry.  <br />
When I got home I slept until four,  when Chantelle called.  She didn't seem  like herself, but I disregarded it and  went back to sleep when my mother woke  me up at five fifteen, telling me my  dad was at the front door (since my  father works night shift this is tres  odd).   He told me Laura had passed  away.  I was so in shock I couldn't  believe it.  I didn't cry I couldn't.  <br />
<br />
She died today, January 12th 2005, at  the age of fourty,  she was a woman who  suffered so much but never complained.    She was a wonderful person with a  heart of gold bigger than herself.  <br />
<br />
My heart aches now, I need to be held  and be able to cry, but I cannot.  <br />
<br />
I don't know when the funeral is.  All  I can think about is her husband James.   <br />
<br />
I cannot believe she is gone after two  years of fighting with lukemia she's  gone. <br />
<br />
We were told we had a few weeks left,  that she wasn't going to have long.  We  never expected to have only a day.  <br />
<br />
This is the one time I feel horrible,  because this is where I don't care if  death is only the beginging of a new  life, it still sucks and I want Laura  back, and I want her be out of pain!<br />
<br />
Damn it. She was too fucking young.  <br />
<br />
Mery.<br />
<br />
"Follow your dreams because no matter  what you make in money; it's how you  feel at the end of the day that  matters"  Laura, Christmas 2001 ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>The Nervous Breakdown</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 11:57:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know what to say.  Or how to  say it.  But I feel like everything is  falling down into pieces. <br />
<br />
to begin with Chris and I have been  fighting...a lot and that worries me.   But we are okay.  I don't want anyone  to think we aren't.  We are okay.  <br />
<br />
secondly, my stepbrother Justin is  going to have a controlled crash.  I  don't know if I can explain it properly  on here but.  I'm going to have to.  My  step brother is mentally ill.  He is  bi-polar and is a skizophrenic (sp???)   with violent tendances.  He is also a  type 1, 2, and a brittle diabetic.  He  does things just to mess up his life.   And he's now made it to where Chantelle  and my father cannot get him the  insurance he needs.  So they are going  to allow him to go off his medication,  because he will not get it refilled on  his own, unlike myself when I am out of  Zoloft I call to get more.  He will  probably get violent, and Chantelle  knows how I get.  So I cannot go home.   I"m staying with mom and that isn't bad  but I'm not sleeping much.  <br />
<br />
For some reason I can't stop shaking<br />
<br />
I'm tired, and snappy.  <a href="http://nanuka.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/n/a/nanuka.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="nanuka" /></a> tells me that  I've been distant lately and I have no  doubt about it.  I know I have, it's  because my body feels like it's  shutting down. <br />
<br />
I also have so much I have to do. <br />
<br />
Get a Job<br />
Get my permit<br />
pay insurance<br />
get a car<br />
get my lisence<br />
keep my grades up.<br />
Get information on Teacher  scholorships.<br />
Get college applications<br />
Get letters of recomendation<br />
<br />
I know that doesn't seem like a lot.   But to me it is; I've got other things  that aren't required by my parental  units.<br />
<br />
Keep from cutting<br />
Keep from getting in a depression<br />
Open up<br />
Enjoy life<br />
keep the room clean<br />
Keep a happy relationship with Chris.<br />
Go to Prom and have fun. <br />
Move in with Chris. <br />
<br />
I feel like the world is falling on me  and I don't have the strength to hold  it up anymore. <br />
<br />
mery<br />
<br />
<br />
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<b> my bestest friends</b><br />
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                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 12:50:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Eh.  I can't think of a title.  <br />
<br />
I'm currently reading <u>Martian  Chronicles </u>, and it's really amazing, I  just wish that I was in Mr. Peterson's  class.  He's awesome;  I don't know how  to say it but he's got to be my  favorite English teacher ever.  I guess  I'm having a small crush on him because  he is everything I've ever wanted in a  teacher.  <br />
    But unfortunately this little  duckling won't be in his class to enjoy  the fruits of this amazing teacher.   (Prays that he returns on Monday).  <br />
I am not in Mrs.Fischer's third period  english 3 class.   I wish I had not  fucked with my fourth period.  I hate  Mrs. Fischer and everyone in there, and  I love Mr. Peterson.  He is so down to  earth I can't believe it.  <br />
<br />
At least he and I can still talk, and  he's letting me borrow the book to  finish.   <br />
<br />
    I miss my Chris a lot.  I wish he  knew how much he means to me.  He  really is the love of my life, and I  would be lost without him by my side.     I know he and I have had our fights,  but I still love him with everything I  have.<br />
<br />
    I'm afraid my life is going to get  more difficult.  Amanda (as I said  earlier) is back in school (sorta).   And she is talking to me slightly,   though I' m grinning and baring it.  I  don't like her and she smells of pot.     She is in my second period with my  best friend Darien.   Darien and I have  known eachother for almost  six or  seven years and are extremely close.   To the point we do walk out of class  hand-in-hand.  For the mere fact we  can.  I love Darien very much, but  Chris is the love of my life, he is my  light and my laughter.    I guess I  worry that Amanda will be trying to  start some shit.  <br />
<br />
     I don't know if I have any really  new news.  Other than I'm tired and  have a pounding headache. <br />
<br />
<br />
Mery<br />
<br />
<br />
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<b>my bestest friends</b><br />
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                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Here we go again</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2005 11:13:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've made a new record of having three  consecutive fights with my boyfriend in  a less than three hour period.  I feel  special.<br />
<br />
   Yesterday I didn't have my Zoloft on  time, and I can't help that I do get  high strung when I don't have that  wonderful yellow pill, ( I take  100mgs).  But Chris was supose to meet  me at seven and didn't show up till  7.45 when I'm only there till nine. I  got mad at him, which wasn't fair to  him, I admit that, it wasn't his fault.   <br />
<br />
   We made up and then went to the food  court, where I took his Sephiroth pin  off his hat, and he barked at me to put  it back, even though I was playing with  him.  I don't take being yelled at and  I asked him where the hell he got off  barking orders at me.  I promptly  returned the pin and walked off.  He  came after me and we made up again.  <br />
<br />
    Around 8.15, C.W (Chris' ride)  wanted to go home, which would leave me  alone for a good while.  And  considering Tuesday night at the mall  seems to be pedophile night I wasn't  too happy about this.  Chris like the  wonderful man that he is wanted to stay  and just walk to C.W's but there is so  much construction going on around that  area of Sleesburg/Tavares that I didn't  feel safe, right as I started to talk  to Chris, my mother called.(more about  her in a minute).  And this woman  apparently has the worse timing in the  world.  <br />
<br />
    Anyway, I began to cry and Chris  got upset, C.W. wanted to tell me about  his problems with the men in his life,  and I"m looking at him thinking "I  don't care".  Love C.W. to death but I  do not want to hear about his problems  when I've got my own.  Chris walked off  and CHantelle called, she told me she'd  be there in fifteen minutes (by this  time it was 8.45),  I ran after Chris,  -which is something a big girl like me  should not do in slick new Vans;  especially on mall floors--we made up  of course.  We snuck off without C.W.   Moose and Moose's Amanda, for a while. <br />
<br />
    Chris called me when he got home  and we talked about what had happend  today.  We're okay now I just feel like  a bitch.<br />
     <br />
    By the way Amanda Bucior has  returned to school, and that is  unfortunate.  She hates me and I hate  her.  <br />
<br />
     Mom and I are not getting along at  all because I am realizing how  close-minded she is.  I try to open up  to her and share what is going on in my  life and what I want.  And right now  I've been planning my dream weddings to  Chris because we are engaged to be  engaged.   And my father has even said  if we wait till after I graduate High  School he'll approve the wedding and if  we wait until after College he will <i>pay</i>  for the wedding.  <br />
    All this in mind, I want my  handfasting done first as well does  Chris,  everyone I have talked to wants  me to have the handfasting first.  But  one person, my mother, because she is  telling me one that the traditional  ceremony is more important and two that  if I get married through the  handfasting it won't be  true in the  eyes of <i> God </i>.  -.-'  <br />
    News flash, happy Pagans like  myself don't believe in one God.  Or  the particular God she is speaking of.   Sorry, but no.  Then I made the boo-boo  of talking to her about what I needed.   And she told me that she thought the  handfasting was silly because "what if  after the hand fasting one of you has  to piss?"  And of course she thought  she was sooo funny.   Sorry no.  Did I  stop?  No! I was still trying, I was  telling her about how I needed candles,  choice colours, incense, a couldron,  and broom, here is where she told me I  had to shut up because it scared her.   She doesn't even know what we use those  things for.  She is so close minded,  I  told her if she was going to be like  that she would not be invited to my  weddings.  Period.  I cannot take that.   <br />
<br />
Oh well I guess that it is how it is.<br />
<br />
<br />
Mery<br />
<br />
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                <title>Been A While</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 14:26:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It has been a while since I have been  on deviantart.  Oh well.  I've been  busy.  What with my stepbrother in my  house now and my complete lack of  wanting to be around him, I've found  that my room is quite messy.<br />
<br />
Let's see, December 22nd was my 13th  month anniversary.  I cannot believe  it.  Though Chris and I have been  having small relationship problems.  I  cannot say that things are 100% better  but  they are much improved from what  they were.  <br />
<br />
Now I'm sitting at my mom's working on  a few things and missing Mr. Chris very  very very much.<br />
<br />
I've been floating around this site for  a while looking at random people's art,  and some of them I admire for thier  effort, even though it isn't the best  in the world (hell it's a lot better  than me, I can't draw a straight line  with a ruler) , and then there are the  others who don't seem to improve, and  do not seem to have any creativity,  other than the same old thing over and  over.  I've seen more creativity and  originality in  my toe nail clippings  than in their work.  I supose that's  how it is, but when they seem to think  they are the greatest thing...it bugs  me, especially when they tell others -  who are better than them- that they  don't have any talent. <br />
<br />
Oh well.. <br />
<br />
Mery<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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                <title>Yessss/</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2004 04:20:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://wakkafanclub.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/w/a/wakkafanclub.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="wakkafanclub" /></a>  <a href="http://meryspanda.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="meryspanda" /></a>  <a href="http://love.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/l/o/love.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="love" /></a> <a href="http://ivylyn.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/i/v/ivylyn.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="ivylyn" /></a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Weeeeeeee lookit people!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 13:25:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bow.gif" width="21" height="16" alt=":bow:" title="Thank you! Thank you!" /><br />
<br />
<b>Stats for ~<a href="http://ivylyn.deviantart.com/">ivylyn</a></b><br />
<br />
I have <b>2,099</b> pageviews total and my <b>26</b>  deviations were viewed <b>828</b> times.<br />
Overall, people left <b>86</b> comments and  added my deviations to their favourites <b> 12</b> times, while I commented <b>308</b> times,  making about <b>0.54</b> comments per day  since I've joined DA. This means that I   gave <b>36</b> comments for every 10 that I  received.<br />
<br />
My most commented deviation was <b><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/2383887">EGAD  ITS MEEEEE</a></b> with <b>13</b> comments, receiving  an average of <b>0.92</b> per day in the first  2 weeks, while my most favourited one  was <b><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10441809">The Moon Light Tells All</a></b>, with <b>3</b>  favourites, averaging <b>0</b> per day in the  first 2 weeks. My most viewed deviation  was <b>Two NUKAS TWO</b> with <b>108</b> views.<br />
<b>1</b> Favourites were given for every 10  Comments.<br />
<br />
Every <b>21.5</b> days I upload a new  deviation, and it's usually on a <b> Thursday</b>, with <b>35%</b>/<b>9</b> of my deviations.<br />
My busiest month was <b>June 2003</b> with <b>9</b>/<b> 35%</b> of my deviations.<br />
The majority of my deviations are  uploaded to the <b>Poetry</b> gallery (<b>10</b>),  while my favorite category was <b>  Narrative &gt; Spoken Word</b> with <b>3</b>  deviations<br />
<br />
Comments per deviation: <b>3.3</b><br />
Favourites per deviation: <b>0.46</b><br />
Views per deviation: <b>31.84</b><br />
Comments per day: <b>0.15</b><br />
Favourites per day: <b>0.02</b><br />
Views per day: <b>1.47</b><br />
Pageviews per day: <b>3.74</b><br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /> Tis be *<a href="http://nanuka.deviantart.com/">Nanuka</a>. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br />
<br />
<br />
Ze Merry-Death is not here at the  moment.<br />
<br />
Leave a message after the beep.<br />
<br />
<b>-BEEP-</b></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Offically My Anniversary</title>
                <link>http://ivylyn.deviantart.com/journal/3895418/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 17:39:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today, november 22nd is my anniversary  with Chris.<br />
One year ago he asked me to be his and  I said year.  I love him so.<br />
<br />
My mother and I have been watching this  documentary on Lon Chaney.  And I've  come to love him as an actor more than  I have loved Kenneth Branagh.  Lon  Chaney was so ingenius and I admire him  so. <br />
<br />
'Nuka says she's gonna do some art for  me, for my birthday and anniversary.   Kigger is supose to do her half of the  trade in the anniversary tone.  Darien  is gonna do something for my  anniversary too.   I feel loved.  ^.^<br />
<br />
Mery ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Anniversary</title>
                <link>http://ivylyn.deviantart.com/journal/3881130/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2004 19:35:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, monday november 22nd is my one  year anniversary with Chris.<br />
*sigh* the joy that he's brought me is  unmeasurable.<br />
<br />
I finally got my report done for Ms.  Brittans class which is a wieght off of  my mind.<br />
<br />
Other than that,<br />
Nothing new. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Beep</title>
                <link>http://ivylyn.deviantart.com/journal/3849293/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2004 12:31:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well the mery is here.<br />
I'm alone at the library until Five  something, and that sucks.  <br />
I don't really have much to do.  I  supose I could work on that open book  test, and then on my hilter  projects...but I really need to unwind  right now.<br />
<br />
My week finished off great.  Especially  because of my love and life, Chris.  <br />
I have reasons for  saying this but  I'll keep them to myself for a while.<br />
But I do have to say I've never felt  this way for anyone in my life...ever.   <br />
<br />
Besides that I am working on my art  more, but it's still got a lot of work  to under go.  But I'm trying. <br />
I might just stick with photography<br />
<br />
We had a woman come in to Chef's class  today.  And that was a waste of my  happy time.  Mucho unhappiness. <br />
<br />
Ta for now.<br />
Mery<br />
<br />
Ps.  Nuka is the most artistic ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Its Ma Birf Day!</title>
                <link>http://ivylyn.deviantart.com/journal/3818911/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 15:37:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah it's my birthday.  "Woot!"<br />
I got to see Chris today, and everyone  gave me kisses and hugs, and lots a  nice things.<br />
Mom gave me my new cell, my new camera,  a new set of comfy jamies to sleep in,   a new robe, a lellow *yellow* baby rose  bush.  ^.^<br />
Darien got me some sooper dragon  earings to match hers, and lots of  snuggle kisses!<br />
Chris got me a dozen pink roses a  little happy birthday panda and a new  ring Which is all I wanted<br />
Michaela got me a happy bunny wallet  and a cool little miniture lava lamp  nightlight thingy<br />
Grandma, Aunt Jeanie and Aunt Anne gave  me 55$ total so I have monies to buy my  friends things! <br />
Justin gave me a manga how to draw book  so I might be uploading more.<br />
And my birthday isn't over yet. o.O' <br />
Not to mention the lovely happy  birthday wishes I got from  SellMyClothes and Nuka and everyone.<br />
<br />
Thanks for making my day special!! ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Happy Ending</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2004 16:57:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, on friday it's my 17th birthday.<br />
And then in two weeks itl'll be my one  year anniversary.  I'm really glad  about it too.  <br />
I can't believe that Chris and I've  made it through a year together.  I'm  so happy about it.  I love him so much.   <br />
I'm getting scared of my step brother.   To the point where I'm wanting to lock  my doors.  Oh well. <br />
I love my chris so much.  I do love him<br />
If my life ends with him by my side  it'll be a happy ending. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Thank You</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2004 20:21:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay.<br />
First off.  I'm quitting the Haunted  Hayride permenately.  <br />
I'm never ever ever going to do that  again.  Tonight was horrid.  <br />
I busted my toenail back all the way  back to the quic.  And it hurts! <br />
Then the Aesops Park Homeless Drunk was  here.  I'm deeply unhappy.  He was  there last year and I was scared, this  year he was there and I was even more  scared.   I stared hyperventalating,  Meagan, and Darien took me up to the  front, after I called Chris, who was  there in a second.   <br />
I was crying and shaking, and I'm so  lucky Chris was there to hold me. <br />
I went home.  I quit the Hayride.<br />
<br />
I lost my ring, and I told Chris, he's  okay with it.  I'm really okay now.  I  just hurt all over....<br />
<br />
I can't wait to see him again<br />
~*~*~<br />
I want to extend my thank yous to all  of the following.<br />
1) Darien Bray: I cannot thank you  enough for being there to hold me as I  sobbed, and crumbled you were my pillar  when I fell.  Thank you for being   there for me<br />
2) Meagan Pace:  Thank you for running  around to help me get to the front.   Without you and your willingness to  help me I know I would've gone stark  raving mad<br />
3) Chris Baker.:  Man I owe you so much  for comforting me<br />
4) Ross Barlett: For taking control and  doing all that I know you can and  understanding where we were all coming  from<br />
5) Marie Ann:  Youre the best little  woman I've ever met, you are so down to  earth and truthful  I just love you to  death<br />
6) Matt Gray:  You are my ferret for  ever and always.  Thank you...for  everthing.<br />
7)  Cody Bretz: My big strong Cody.  I  know you will always look out for me.<br />
8) Frank:  Thank you for being there to  help the others<br />
9) Michaela Gross; For being my other  pillar to hold me up when I'm down.  I  couldn't have done it without you.<br />
10)  C.W Crews; Thank you for bringing  Chris up so quickly.  <br />
<br />
THANK YOU TO ANYONE I"VE FORGOTTEN.   BELIEVE ME IT IS NOT INTENTIONAL!!!<br />
I cannot thank you enough for  everything you've done.  I love you and  admire you all.<br />
Mery ]]></description>
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                <title>Don't tell me</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2004 13:38:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mery Feels: Icky<br />
Mery Is watching: Old people<br />
Mery is wishing: saturday would come<br />
Mery is thinking: her spider bite  hurts...a lot<br />
<br />
~*~<br />
Yeah I got bitten on my right index  finger by some sort of non venomous to  humans spider.  But it hurts like hell.   I know it was a spider because the all  trusty internet told me so...plus the  two fang marks kinda gave it away.   Then I found out it was non threating  because the only symptoms I've got a  redness, swelling and pain.  <br />
Ha! Lucky me, I don't have to go to the  hospital...i think...I've been sick  looking all day... So who knows?  Mery  might be getting an all expenses paid  trip to Waterman Hospital Florida.   Woot.  <br />
I really hope not, I can't stand  hospitals.  <br />
My finger looks like it's gonna rot  off.<br />
~*~ <br />
The haunted hayride is  tomorrow...woopie...<br />
I've got to tell Darien I can't make  the dead line for her contest, even  though I really wanted to.  I'm just  not good enough.<br />
~*~ ]]></description>
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                <title>Take Me Away</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2004 18:59:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mery is feeling : Annoyed and or Tired<br />
Mery is watching: Some sort of Horror  Count Down<br />
Mery is wishing : saturday would come<br />
And Mery is thinking : her toes are  cold.<br />
<br />
~*~*~<br />
Well what can I say, I've got upcoming  stuff, and I'm tired.<br />
<br />
Dates:<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> October 30th 2004: Darien's Halloween  Contest Ends<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> October 28th-29th Is the Drama's  Halloween Hayride.  (I can't make it on  the 30th)<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> October 31st: Samthin <br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> November 3rd: My mothers birthday<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> November 12th: My Seventeenth Birthday<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> November 22nd: My one year anniversary<br />
<br />
I know that I want to ask Horus-Goddess  for some art work, but I'm not good  enough to trade with her.  So I  probably won't, because not only that  but I don't have the money for a  commission either.  <br />
I'm also waiting for kiggers half of  the trade, I'm really looking forward  to that.  <br />
<br />
<br />
I am also open for doing some minor  trades, and I will gladly try to draw,  or even write for you.  <br />
<br />
Mery<br />
<br />
Booyah. I've got some stuff coming up. ]]></description>
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                <title>Eleven Months And One Problem</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2004 18:49:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Chris and I reached eleven months on  Friday, October Twenty Second.  <br />
Our one year is just around the corner,  and I would like to know if someone  would please do some gift art for me,  for my one year.<br />
It'll be the longest relationship I've  ever been in.  And it's also the best.    <br />
I'd really love and appericate some art  work, of Panda and Merry, celebrating  our anniversary on Novermber 22 2004.   And I'll even do a trade if you don't  mind really horrible art work.  Though  I will do poems.  Hey i'm trying.<br />
<br />
Anyway. Sue a girl I barely know, and  don't even care about is trying to  start shit, between me and Chris.  I  don't believe her but she thinks I  should.  She keeps telling me Chris is  a liar and a scum bag, She's a liar.   and I know it. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Redirect</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2004 19:19:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If you want my entries go here<br />
<a href="http://cheshiretear.diaryland.com/">[link]</a><br />
or here<br />
<a href="http://mylifeicry.diaryland.com/">[link]</a><br />
I'm not big on Deviant right now. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Thats where she lies Broken Inside</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2004 17:56:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I got my early seventeenth  birthday pressy, today.  I finally have  a half way descent camera so I can  start posting photos again.  <br />
Chris came and visted me up at school  today, and that was really really nice.   I love him a lot.  I really do.<br />
School is hard.  Chef's mother died at  five this morning, so we'll have a sub  for the next week.  And I'm gonna miss  Grandpa.  He's the best.  No matter  what he always makes me smile.  He's  like an older version of Chris.<br />
I've been kind of reserved lately.  I  don't know why.  I've been tired.  But  other than that, I know that Chantelle  is having major problems with her son.   She admitted to me that I was more  important to her than he was.  I felt  so bad.  That's her son.  The one she's  been looking for, for twenty years.   But he's nothing like her, he's also a  liar and ungrateful spoiled child.   Even if is he 21.  <br />
Something is going on with my emotions.   I don't know if it is from the mess  ups with my Zoloft or what.  <br />
My dad scared me, he asked me if I was  pregnant.  Oh gods.  That's a scary  question.  <br />
If I am, I didn't know about it.  Chris  and I have been good.  Very good, thank  you very much.  So if it's not Chris',  then that means, it would have to be  some one elses.  And unless for some  unknown reason I'm having the  reincarnation of Jesus...I have been  raped.  <br />
I know I'm not pregnant.  But that is a  scary, scary thing for your father to  ask you.<br />
I understand why he asked.  I've been  getting sick in the mornings but that  was because of this stomach flu I had. <br />
<br />
Mery ]]></description>
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                <title>Freak Out Let it Go</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 12:18:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know.  I've been listening to  my Avirl Lavgine CD for a while now and  all I can here is her singing in my  head.  So there is always some sort of  song going through my head.  <br />
This one just seemed right for the day  and how I feel. <br />
I guess Amanda and I are done.  She's  been glaring at me every time i see  her.  And I'm no longer able to cope  with her lying to me.  Therefore, I"m  going to assume that our friendship is  over and no longer is she a problem of  mine.  <br />
You know the saying keep your friends  close but your enemies closer, I think  that if I kept amanda as close as I  need to know her every action, I'd have  to surgically connnect myself to her,  and I reallly don't want to be  associated with some one like that.  <br />
Earlier I would've thought "oh no. I'm  losing my best friend." but I know now  who my real friends are.  And she's not  one of them.  And I was a fool to ever  think she was.  But you live and you  learn, what doesn't kill you makes you  stronger.  Well I may not be stronger,  but I sure am a hell of a lot wiser now  than I ever was.  <br />
I should've never doubted my Chris.   But I did and I regret it.  I guess I'm  just weak like that.  I know he would  do the same if he were in my shoes.   He's told me that, but I cannot help  but feel horrible about it. <br />
Mery ]]></description>
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                <title>She's Fallen From Grace</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2004 03:28:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't mind the title its just a title. <br />
Lately I've been wondering who my true  friends are.  I mean the friends  that'll be there with me even if I lose  my mind and start talking to my  oatmeal.  <br />
I know that after this stunt with  Amanda, from Thursday (please read <a href="Http://cheshiretear.diaryland.com/"> [link]</a> to understand) that I can't  trust her, especially if she's gonna  pull this shit to try to rip me and  Chris appart.  <br />
I am trusting Chris that he's not doing  what she says she is.  And that's a  hard thing for me to do.  Not because  of Chris, but because of my trust  issuses.  I worry sometimes that  everyone is bent on causing me pain.   And mentally I know that's not true.   But emotionally I can't turn that off.   When I have people telling me two  diffrent things, one a girl I used to  trust, and care about, even just a  smidgen, and the man I hold in my eyes  as a god...Heh...I guess when I write  it down...it's there right infront of  me.  <br />
<br />
Goddess I can be so blind some times.  <br />
<br />
I believe Chris.  I did imediately when  he told me "no" the first time,  but  now all I want is to be in his arms.   For him to hold me and say "it's okay  baby girl".  Lately that's what I've  needed. <br />
<br />
But who are my true friends? Who can I  turn to with all my problems? <br />
I know that I have friends, but which  are the ones that'll stick around even  after I've bitten their heads off  because I was in a horrible mood?   Which are the ones who love me for who  I am? Not what I'll do for them?<br />
<br />
I know Chris is my bestfriend besides  my love.  He's proven that to me.  He's  stopped being my boyfriend at times and  just sat down with me as a friend.  <br />
<br />
But who else is gonna fight on my side,  and hold me up when I fall?  When I  faulter?  When I'm weak and crying?  <br />
<br />
I don't want to be alone.  I feel like  I've fallen from the grace of Fate...<br />
<br />
Merythescaredtobealone ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>I'd feel like writting</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2004 12:42:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well a few days ago was my Junior  homecoming, and I really enjoyed having  my sweet love Chris there.  It was a  lot of fun.  I cannot say that the  dance itself was anything worth  mentioning but being with Chris  definately was. <br />
My weekend sucked, and Amanda now wants  to a) kick my ass or b) yell at me.   Either or I'm not looking forward to  it, but it would be in her best intrest  not to do either. <br />
Much loving!<br />
Mery ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 03:45:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know why I'm up.  I didn't  sleep well last night. <br />
I was up at odd hours.  I first woke up  because I was sweating to death.  then  I guess I kept waking up hoping Chris  would call or I would hear from him  or  something.  Now I'm up at six in the  morning yawning, and extremely  exhausted.  I woke up this time because  of my shoulder.   <br />
I can't really say anything other than  I want to go back to sleep, but now I  can't.  Once six rolls around and I'm  up.  I'm up for good.  Stupid school.  My bodies just been trained that way.  <br />
I'm getting really annoyed with myself,  because I have all these ideas for  poems, stories, and even drawings, but  when I sit down to do them,  they just  go POOF.  <br />
Well...my kitten is calling.  <br />
Mery ]]></description>
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                <title>Panda</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2004 13:32:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't wait to see my panda this  weekend. <br />
'Nuka posted his ref.  today.  I'm  happy with how it looks.. she's  wonderful.<br />
Now I sit here for the second hour  waiting to go home...praying mother  comes to get me and Nuka before I  crack. <br />
Mmmm cracking brain..... ]]></description>
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                <title>Well Fuckin' hell</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2004 12:08:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well fuckin' hell indeed.<br />
Turns out Amanda is taking out her  problems with me on Chris.  <br />
And I just now learned that Chris had a  bad day at work last night. and I was  half asleep when he called.<br />
Now I feel like a real bitch. <br />
Nuka drew a piccy for me.  It  represents how I feel right about now,  and what I'd like to do. But I can't  because I"m nice like that.  You know  the whole Wiccan thing. "Harm Ye' None"  <br />
Well they mean that physically I hope  because I'm gonna rip someone appart  verbally tomorrow if not tonight. ]]></description>
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                <title>The White Girl Is Back</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2004 17:21:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ September 2nd 2004<br />
<br />
This is day one of my escape to South  Carolina. I'm deeply displeased about  this forced journey. I am miles away  from my loved ones, and all I want to  do is go home. I never thought I would  hate my father like I do right now.  Though the traveling here was hard, the  uncertainity of how long I will be here  is harder. I'm hundreds if not  thousands of miles away from my  boyfriend, my family, and friends. I  want to go home, I don't know how much  I've cried or will cry, but I know the  only way to make this better would be  to go home. Not later, but now. I don't  want to be here three days or two  weeks. I want to wake up in my warm  safe bed in Mount Dora. I'd do, I'd  pay, I'd give anything to go home. But  all I can do is cry. I miss my mom, my  Grandmother, my Chris, my animals, and  my friends. I've got a feeling I'm  gonna have to drug myself to keep from  falling apart. When I had to tell Chris  I was leaving, I wanted to beg him to  marry me. I don't know why. I guessI  thought that I'd know I wouldn't lose  him or have to leave. He told me he had  the same thoughts. I never thought I'd  want to marry young, But I want to with  Chris. I hope I'm not gone too lone.<br />
<br />
Happy 16th Michaela.<br />
<br />
September 3rd 2004<br />
<br />
Day two 3.05 pm.<br />
<br />
Furman is really nice. He reminds me of  Papa. But this doesn't change how badly  I want to go home. It sucks here. I  want my Chris, I want my mom, we are  supose to go out to eat at six pm. My  cell finally got service, so i should  be able to call Chris even if it is  only for a little bit. When I get back  he says he's getting us matching  claugdh rings, which to him and myself  are promise rings. I want to go home.<br />
<br />
Day two @ 9.39<br />
<br />
It's not all bad here. It's not home,  and it's not what I want. But Furman  and Linda are very nice. The hurricane  has dropped to about a level two. But  has yet to make landfall. The earliest  we're looking at returning is Tuesday.  I hope so. I got to talk to Chris for a  while and that made things easier. We  went to eat at a smoke=house grill.  Wasn't very tasty but it's food. I  can't help but laugh at the food mom  packed for me. I miss my mom. I miss  everyone. Furman has two dogs, a  miniture pincher, named Ricochet, and a  belgin malenwa named Red. Both are very  sweet. Red reminds me of Shylo. Justin  and I are talking more. I opened up to  him and told him a lot about myself.  And I even broke down and cried. He and  I seem to be getting along a lot  better. I got a shower today, I feel so  much better, I hate to smell. I miss my  man, I want to go home.<br />
<br />
Day Three. September 4 2004<br />
<br />
The hurricane is just now haveing the  outer bands hit land. I want to go  home. Cindy and I have agreed to go  home monday. John, Justin, Cindy,  Gavin, Chantelle, and myself, went to  Carowinds. It was to kind of take our  minds off of our situation, but nothing  could keep me from thinking how much  better everything would be if I had  Chris to be here with me. My closeness  with Justin was shortlived. He picked  on me for being "short" I'm done with  his crap. Dad wanted to talk to be but  I'm done with his crap too. I don't  want to talk to him either. I want to  go home NOW. I forgot my Zoloft this  morning, and I have a pounding  headache. Not to mention my face is  sunburnt. I got Chris a stuffed Scooby  doll. I know he loves Scooby. I miss my  Panda.<br />
<br />
September 6 2004 Day Four.<br />
<br />
I got sick today at 3.00am. Chantelle  got onto me for not going to her. Why  should I? I'm not six I don't need her.  Furman reminds me so much of the Papa I  knew when I was young. His laugh and  papa's are so much alike it's scary. It  looks like there won't be a day five.  We will be on the road home. I figure  even if I have to go home on a bus I'll  go home. I'm so tired. I'm waiting for  lunch. Furman is a creature of habit.  Breakfast at six, Lunch at Noon, and  Dinner at six. I don't know what to do  they say there is a third hurricane  behind Frances. Ivan. How wondeerful.  regardless I'm going home!<br />
<br />
Those are the four journal entries I  wrote during my trip to South Carolina.  I can't believe I'm home. I'm ready to  just get life back to normal. These  damn hurricanes are startin' to piss me  off.<br />
<br />
By-the-by, Chris and I did go and pick  out matching claugdah rings on Tuesday.<br />
<br />
Also there is news that has reached my  ears that Amanda is once more "in love"  with Chris. I heard the day after I  gave Chris my promise ring to him, she  took one look at it during work, and  ran into the back bawling. Why? Because  she loves him. Yeah...right...she wants  him one because she can't have him and  two because she's not gettin' any. I'm  so pissed about this. So pissed. She  could have anyone she wants. And I  maybe could understand it if Chris and  I were on the rocks, or i... ]]></description>
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                <title>It came it saw It went</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2004 09:49:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well Hurricane Charley has come and  gone.  With sixty five dead, and x many  hurt I don't know what to say.<br />
I was honestly scared shitless.   I  don't know why but I have always been  terrified of natural disasters such as  a hurricane and torrnados.   When  Chantelle thought she heard a torrnado  and had us go into the stair well I  thought I was going to pass out.  I  don't like hurricanes and torrnados.   No I don'tt<br />
<br />
On to other things.  I know most of you  don't know this but my step-brother  Justin has moved in with my family. and  it bothers me.  <a href="Http://Cheshiretear.diaryland.com">[link]</a>  can fill you in  on everything.  Anyway he laughed at me  last night for being afraid, and I  merely had a rude hand gesture for him.   Fucking asshole with a vacumm in space  for an aura. <br />
<br />
My classes this year are great.  I've  got Liberal Arts Math first period  which is really kinda easy.  Second  period I've got Chef Betts with Yue and  Ayame which is a lot of fun.  I love  Chef, he talks like he's on speed.     Third period is intresting with Ms.  Brittain.  She new and very intresting,  not to mention amazingly beautiful.   Then I've got Kipp for Music  Appreicataion.  Which is actually an  FCAT remediation course.  But because I  passed my FCAT I've got independant  study.  Which is good news cause that  means I spend five minutes in that  horrid room, check out, go to the  school library, spend my time there  studying about music and vocal  techniques I get to write a paper about  it and then I go home.  ^.^  This makes  the Mery very happy. <br />
<br />
I've missed all my friends and I hope  they know I love them..<br />
Oh and Cody....your pre....funny. ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>My Mom</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2004 17:01:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My mother was admitted into the  hospital on Friday/Saturday around one  in the morning.  She has what appears  to be a small heart attack.  and  Something that mimicks a panic attacke,  where her heart beats so fast she  couldn't slow it down.  <br />
She may be diabetic now, and she has to  go in for some god only knows how many  tests.  <br />
I hate, HATE, hospitals but I spent  over three hours in one staying with my  mom.  <br />
what else could I do? ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Watched by and watching...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2004 18:19:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>They are watching me,</b><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://mekinism.deviantart.com/">mekinism</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> *<a href="http://nanuka.deviantart.com/">Nanuka</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" />  ~<a href="http://reiko69.deviantart.com/">reiko69</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://pineappletango.deviantart.com/">pineappletango</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://yue69.deviantart.com/">yue69</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" /> ~<a href="http://tujima666.deviantart.com/">Tujima666</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" /> ~<a href="http://sting86.deviantart.com/">sting86</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" /> ~<a href="http://pyrokitty84.deviantart.com/">pyrokitty84</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" /> ~<a href="http://cheshirespawn.deviantart.com/">Cheshirespawn</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" /> ~<a href="http://purpleflame.deviantart.com/">purpleflame</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" /> ~<a href="http://greenfury.deviantart.com/">greenfury</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> ~<a href="http://jorick.deviantart.com/">jorick</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> ~<a href="http://hejji.deviantart.com/">Hejji</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> ~<a href="http://ebon.deviantart.com/">ebon</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> ~<a href="http://killedmyidol.deviantart.com/">killedmyidol</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" /> ~<a href="http://risha.deviantart.com/">risha</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> ~<a href="http://animeangel-790.deviantart.com/">animeangel-790</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletblue.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletblue:" title="Bullet; Blue" />  ~<a href="http://horusgoddess.deviantart.com/">horusgoddess</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletred.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletred:" title="Bullet; Red" />  ~<a href="http://bluoshami.deviantart.com/">BluOshami</a><br />
<b> I'm watching them</b><br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> *<a href="http://nanuka.deviantart.com/">Nanuka</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://reiko69.deviantart.com/">reiko69</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://yue69.deviantart.com/">yue69</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://yue-kun.deviantart.com/">Yue-Kun</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://pineappletango.deviantart.com/">pineappletango</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> ~<a href="http://susan.deviantart.com/">susan</a><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10... ]]></description>
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                <title>Spring Break is over and I'm...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 05:48:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I made it through spring break in  one piece.  Woohoo.  <br />
It was not as bad as I thought it would  be.  I met a lot of intresting people.  And a bunch of sweethearts, and one  insane woman who makes me extrmely  uncomfortable.<br />
I met a man named Edwin who is only  twenty eight and suffering from  juvenile diabetes.  He pulled at my  heart when he asked if I'd be back to  see him on Sunday.  Now I"m stuck going  every Sunday and Wednesday.<br />
As for Darleene, she is a paranoid  schizophrenic and causes all the little  hairs on the back of my neck to do the  Can-can.<br />
And (for those of you who know me  personally you know how big of a deal  this is) there was a green gecko out on  the garden porch that sat and ate lunch  with me.<br />
<br />
as for the grounding.  Things are  intresting to say the least.  My father  has already given myself and Manda  30minutes on the phone at night.  And I  have my computer back, though it's not  hooked up...yet.  Every day that Amanda  and I go to work with Chantelle, is a  day off grounding early.  I've already  racked up two days and by the end of it  all it will be twelve days early.  <br />
<br />
I've been able to talk to Chris  everynight on my cell for at least two  hours.  It's good to have that bit of  normalicy back in my life.  Though I do  miss him so much.  I did get to see him  last Saturday for about twenty minutes  which was very very nice.  <br />
<br />
Spring Break is over and I'm so glad to  see school grounds again ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Yeah Break</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2004 16:37:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Normally I think I would be over-joyed  about Spring Break.  You know a whole  week to lay on my fat ass, sleepin'  talking to my Panda, playing my PS2  havin' friends over....etc.<br />
BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
Since I'm grounded.  Guess where I'm  getting to spend my five day holiday?!<br />
You guessed it Lake Eustis Care Center  for the mentally hanicapped.<br />
Only I'm not volunteering. I'm being  forced.  <br />
Apparently when you become grounded  with a step parent like mine, You  become free slave labor. <br />
Last weekend my sister and I spent two  hours doing yard work, and pulling  three hundred and fifty feet of wild  florida grape vine off the fence.<br />
Then!!!!!!!!!! We got to clean house,  wash a car, clean up after my cousin  Gavin, put peat into pots for my  StepMother's residents, and I've been  cooking dinner for the last six days.  <br />
(Hint: MERRY-DEATH CAN'T COOK!! last  time she tried, chicken parts were all  over the place {it was supose to be  chicken noodle soup})<br />
Now...now Manda and I are being forced  to work with the elderly with Dementia.  Such as skitsophrinia(sp?) Alsshiemer's  desease, and other problems of the  brain. WOOPIE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.<br />
I get to work one on one with these  people who make me extremely  uncomfortable because one of them  thinks he's HILTER, and actually has  the number to the CIA. <br />
Manda gets to do paper work.  <br />
<br />
Slave labor sucks.<br />
<br />
I hate spring break ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>My heart shatters into a million tiny pieces.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2004 01:52:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What is there to say?<br />
My hearts is broken because of a lie, A  lie that should never have been  fabricated.  I know some of my class  mastes know what I'im talking about.  I  know some of them think that it's  something completely diffrent.<br />
Well let me give you the low down.  <br />
Today at lunch I was benting my anger  with Amanda,  when John tells me that  Amanda has confided in him a secret  that would break my heart.  I beg to  know.  Then Melissa agrees and say that  Amanda as also confided in her.  They  both tell me that Chris and Amanda have  slept together and that Amanda is  pregnant with Chris' baby. <br />
i have a panic attack because my heart  seemed to be broken.  I felt like I'd  been betrayed by my love and my sister.  <br />
I called home and was ppicked up by my  mother, whom I told everything to that  has happend with myself and Chris,  including the fact I slept with him.   Which inturn got told to my father.<br />
Chantelle imediately takes Amanda's  side.  Not even hearing my defense.  <br />
Any way after much tears and suchh I  eneded up losing everything. <br />
My TV<br />
My Phone<br />
My Computer<br />
My PS2<br />
My freedoms *i.e going to the mall*<br />
My boyfriend<br />
My father told me if he catches Chris  around me before I'm eightteen that he  will have him arrested for statitory  rape.  <br />
(I would like information on the  proceedings of statitory rape if anyone  could help me in the legal department.  )<br />
I spoke with Amanda, and I looked into  her soul, Amanda said she never slept  with Chris, and never would.  She  couldn't, she wouldn't do that to me.   I knew then that she was not lying to  me. I knew then that Melissa and JOhn  had fabricated this lie, to tear me and  Amanda apart, and to get me to leave  crhis.<br />
Oh how I wish they knew half of my  suffering now.<br />
Goddess how I wish I could strike them  down.<br />
They have killed my sould.<br />
Chris was the only reason I was happy  the only reason I smiled anymore.  Sure  I was happy but that steamed from  Chris.<br />
Now anymore I have no reason to smile.   No reason to eat.<br />
<br />
I cannot eat.  My stomach is in knots.   Even now I cannot bare the sight of  food nor the mention of it.  <br />
<br />
I wept so much last night.  I wept more  then that I ever have.<br />
<br />
I wish my father could see how he's  killing me inside.  I wish he could see  that now I want to cut again.  Now I  want to die again.  Now I don't want to  go on..again.<br />
<br />
After a year of being clean from those  thoughts, here I am again.  Alone...in  my dark little room,  Facing my own  doom, I stare at the ropes seeing now  hope seeing this as my only way to end  my sad existance today.  <br />
<br />
Look familiar? Yeah it's "My Suicide"  well and part of it.  Those feelings  are back.  <br />
<br />
Only now.  I feel so numb inside I  cannot even smile at Fionn.<br />
<br />
<br />
Maybe I can turn my face to the sun  soon.  Maybe I will be with my love  again.  Soon I hope.<br />
for Goddess knows I love him ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Its been A while</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2004 04:39:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Since I could hold my head up high.<br />
Yeah I know Staind.  Gotta love those  guys.<br />
I just wanted to let you all know I  haven't dropped off the face of the  earth though at times I wish I had.<br />
I've just been busy and had no time to  update at all.  <br />
My friend (and I use that term loosely  right now) Amanda ended up living with  me.  It seems now that I regret being  so generous and letting her move in.  I  mean I know she doesn't have any place  to go.  And that's unfortunate, but  she's still a guest in my house.  We  took her in.  We are trying to accept  her in our family. But I don't seem to  be liking this at all.<br />
I don't want to be mean but I'm tired  of her taking over my life.  I don't  seem to know how to handle stuff  anymore.<br />
<br />
Anyway.  Chris and I are celebrating  our four month anniversary on March  Twenty Second.<br />
<br />
I shall try to update more. <br />
Ryoko ]]></description>
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                <title>Icon</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2003 18:13:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 'Nuka made all these cool new Icons for  us all.  And I'm using mine, even  though right now it looks like really  bad because I can't sharpen the  image...why you ask? Because my  computer's evil and mother won't let me  use her's to work on the icon, but I  still love it.  I plan to get that damn  imaged sharpend enough to where it  looks nice soon.  If this was the TES  school computer I wouldn't have a  problem.  I'd get it cleaned up nicely  and put up.<br />
Yes.. <br />
Thank you Nuka ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>NEW ME!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:45:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is a new me in town...oh yeah!!<br />
Nuka showed me the new char design for  Merry-Death and I think she looks  positively beautiful! *GLOMPS NUKA* I  love it to death.<br />
Today was actually pretty good  considering the latest of events with  the THS Drama...no not the club just  our lives.  Heh<br />
God I hate normal keyboards they make  me have a headache.<br />
Anyway KUDOS FOR NUKA SHE IS GOD AND  HAS MUCH BADASSED-NESS!!  WOOOOOOOOO <br />
I can't belive I have Stacy's Mom stuck  in my mind. >.< its kind of a cute  song...anyway...<br />
WEEEEEEEWEEEEEEEEEEEE<br />
>(SQUEE)<<br />
Love you all.<br />
Merry-Death!!! *dances off in her new  char body* WOOOO I'm SO PRETTY! ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Gambit Rocks My Socks</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2003 15:56:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If you can't tell by all my favorites  I'm on a Gambit kick.  I love Remy  LeBeau.  I love him I love him I love  him I love him.  LOVE!<br />
I'd love you forever if you linked me  to a good Gambit site, sent me some  good gambit pictures or the like.  <br />
Gambit rocks my socks. (as Susan and  her wonderfully awesome friends say) <br />
I love you Remy...<br />
God I'm pathetic ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>Strep</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2003 15:58:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Woopied f*cking do. I've got strep throat! Weeehooo.  I thought it was  just allergies, but oh hell no that would be easily taken care of this  is strep.  and I haven't eaten anything since noon yesterday.  I can  barely suck on a fucking ice cube.  I'm hungry but I can't eat anything  because of my throat.<br>
if any of you love me...you'll deliver a sharp blow to the back of my  head. <br>
MeryWonderful People.<br>
<a href="http://ruby69.deviantart.com"><img src="http://images.deviantart.com/deviants/ruby69.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0"></a> <a href="http://mekinism.deviantart.com"><img src="http://images.deviantart.com/deviants/mekinism.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0"></a> ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>THANKIES!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2003 19:14:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey all.<br>
Not much has happend in the last few weeks. I've started and tomorrow  ending work at the elementary school.  Its a bitter sweet parting.  I'm  going to miss working with the women and some of the kids.  But I'm  glad I'm finally gonna be able to sleep in and not have to deal with  the spoiled kids. <br>
Oh I must say this now...THANK YOU MEKINISM!!!!! =M= he is so totally  awesome...note the new Icon..that is something he did for me.  <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/odd/icon_hug.gif" align="middle" alt="Hug" title="Hug" border="0" />  I know  I've said it a lot already but THANK YOU!!<br>
well i've done my little bit...thank you again <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> Wonderful People.<br>
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                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>I wish</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2003 19:12:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm friggin tired of my heart...someone just rip it out for me. <br>
I'm worried about my friends. <br>
screw this right now.<br> ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>I want..</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2003 15:51:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want to scream obscene things at little old ladies and small  children.<br>
I want to punch something until my knuckles bleed.  I want bleed until  I die.  I want to cry until I can't anymore.  I want to yell until I  cough up blood.  <br>
Oh...oh how I want to cut...I want the taste of blood from an open  wound.  And I want to have caused that wound.<br>
Yet on the other hand..I don't want that wound to be on me.<br>
<br>
I'm fucking pissed..pardon that ^ I had to say it sometime.  Then  seemed like a good friggin time.  <br>
<br>
I don't mean what I said about cutting myself...I don't think I could  bring myself to do it anymore.  <br>
<br>
I do feel kinda lonely though.  I still don't know who my friends  are...I thought I knew once.  I guess I don't anymore.  Damn..<br>
<br>
Mery-death ]]></description>
                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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                <title>I hate most people</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2003 18:42:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <br>
I hate everyone right now except for :<br>
Blaze, Nick, 'Nuka, Crystal, Christa, Alan, Jesse, Dusty, Michaela, and  'Mandaz<br>
Goddamn..Excuse me for starting an entry like that but goddamn..funny I  don't even believe in the christian god. <br>
Yeah this is my first deviant entry..ohh ahh..all marble at its  suckiness. <br>
I'm just gonna friggin vent right now.<br>
I went to the mall today and I got to see Blaze, Yue and Crystal, not  to mention Christa...all hunky dory right? WRONG!<br>
I go to give Yue a hug and he informs me that everyone hates me because  of me and Blaze dating.  Now I don't know why but that friggin upset me  to the core.  Then I come to find out that "everyone" who hates me is  also talking shit about me.  <br>
I told this to Crystal (My best bud of five years) and apparently Blaze  overheard me.  Needless to say that he was not happy about it.  <br>
I hate Christa's boyfriend..hes an abuser.  I can see that..<br>
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Damn I miss my friends..if I have any...right now knowing that people  hate me...I kinda feel alone... <br>
This makes me wonder who my friends are...who doesn't hate me...<br>
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                <author>~ivylyn</author>
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