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  <title>Lindsay</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2006 04:21:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Passion for Piercing.  &amp;lt;3</title>
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  <description>I got bored tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I repierced my ears.&lt;br /&gt;againnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.. I don&apos;t have any studs.. so I used to take my earrings out over night. And they&apos;d begin to grow back.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve repierced them like 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two piercings in each ear. But they grew back.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have one in each.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m gonna start to gauge them when they heal.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want my tongue pierced.&lt;br /&gt;But I don&apos;t have the equipment to do that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hollow needle.&lt;br /&gt;I have a barbell. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I&apos;ll get that one done professionally.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that. I never wanted to get one done by anyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because people ask where I got it done.&lt;br /&gt;And I have so much pride in myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;I can say.. &quot;I did it all myself!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.. I have done all of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Nose, la bret, ears.&lt;br /&gt;Soon another nose ring right under the other.&lt;br /&gt;I think that&apos;ll look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that and my tongue.. I think I&apos;ll be done on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Then I want an industrial.&lt;br /&gt;And belly button.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll do those on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;ll all take time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2006 22:34:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Good Dayyy.   work. tteotd. permit. stuff.</title>
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  <description>Yeah. So, I went to work at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;It was an okay day at work..&lt;br /&gt;The band, Through The Eyes Of The Dead came in. &lt;br /&gt;We were all talking and hanging out for like an hour.. because we had no customers yet.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had no idea who they were the whole time they were in there.&lt;br /&gt;Because they never said.. and Jennifer is friends with the lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;And he was really the main one talking. He was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;And there was like.. a fruit fly following him around.. and it flew in his mouth.  hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. several people came in while I was working.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;Maddie..&lt;br /&gt;Samantha [my favorite].... [my best friend from kingstree]..  and I know I said she&apos;d become kind of a slut.. but I love her anyway. I was so surprised to see her. We hugged and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I clocked out at like.. 2:15-ish. &lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to Bishopville to get my permit...&lt;br /&gt;she said the line wouldn&apos;t be as long there.&lt;br /&gt;And I actually missed all 6 questions that you&apos;re allowed to miss.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. I thought I failed.. because I wasn&apos;t keeping count.&lt;br /&gt;[I am 16. But my mom would never take me to get a permit because she&apos;s always too busy.. but yeah.]&lt;br /&gt;So, I&apos;m happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd.. hopefully I&apos;m about to go hang out with Bethany later.&lt;br /&gt;Because right now it&apos;s 6:34pm.  Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m listening to AFI.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmm... that&apos;s all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2006 01:14:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hot Topic</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;I have a new job!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Well.. my first job.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So, I guess you already know where I work now.. since the subject title kind of makes it obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But JUST IN CASE you&apos;re a complete idiot.. I work at Hot Topic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. you should come visit me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know.. &lt;br /&gt;and I&apos;ll tell you what days I&apos;m working and all that stufffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I&apos;m excited about working there..&lt;br /&gt;because all of the cool discounts.&lt;br /&gt;And that kinda junk.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s cool. &lt;br /&gt;hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm. Yeppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I won&apos;t be extremely broke all of the time, now.&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy. Money. And working at the mall.. is cool. &lt;br /&gt;Because.. I&apos;ve always been kind of a mallrat. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gay entry.&lt;br /&gt;The end. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2006 01:03:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Modeling Update Thingy...</title>
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  <description>My mouth is still a tad bit sore from the wisdom teeth removal surgery.&lt;br /&gt;And I still look a little puffy in the cheeks. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you all know..&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been really trying lately to get up into the whole &quot;modeling dream&quot; thing I&apos;ve had for like.. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve been doing pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I emailed a few sites.. and I&apos;m sending in my info for Torrid and Hot Topic.. maybe some other places. I dunno.. I have to start off more slowly, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was a teen model and all.. she was about my size.. boobs and all. hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;So, I&apos;m going to have her help me with whatever needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;...And she&apos;s going to help me find a modeling agent.&lt;br /&gt;Because, my dad said I have to have one to get a job modeling somewhere so they can give out my &quot;portfolio&quot; [which I haven&apos;t made yet].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I&apos;m &lt;s&gt;kind of&lt;/s&gt; REALLY excited. &lt;br /&gt;rofl. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is David? &lt;br /&gt;hahah.. he says.. &quot;YES!! I&apos;ve always wanted to date a model.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m pretty sure he was joking. But I thought that was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr. &lt;br /&gt;Support me?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 19:43:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Modeling.</title>
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  <description>If you know me at all, then you will know that I&apos;ve always wanted to be a model.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was old enough to know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately I&apos;ve been thinking a lot more about it.&lt;br /&gt;And realizing that I&apos;m 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to start making a move it that&apos;s something I really want to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, honestly.. &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea as to how I&apos;m supposed to get started in a modeling career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not necessarily talking about run-way modeling.&lt;br /&gt;But I do mean photo-shoots for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just all really appeals to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you can.. &lt;br /&gt;please help me out.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m trying to figure out where I get started.&lt;br /&gt;Or how to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I make phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;Or email who I want to model for?&lt;br /&gt;[I did email a few companies]&lt;br /&gt;[[hot topic, torrid, etc.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just need lots of guidance and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone who knows much about this stuff...&lt;br /&gt;then please introduce us.&lt;br /&gt;Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be supportive in any way possible.&lt;br /&gt;Because this is one of my biggest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m going to work at it to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.  =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 19:21:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wisdom TEEFZZ  and stuff.</title>
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  <description>I got all four of my wisdom teeth removed Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really sore.&lt;br /&gt;And my cheeks are all puffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend came and saw me even though I told him not to.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;And he brought me a small, fluffy, blue pillow that says &quot;Angel&quot; written in purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Yeah.. screw writing an entry about this.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gonna do a different one which is more important to me at the moment than my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss David.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he&apos;d come today.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was going to.&lt;br /&gt;But I don&apos;t think he is.&lt;br /&gt;[he does that often]</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 17:54:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Homebound... &amp; new relationship updates.</title>
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  <description>I have a virus called Eptine Bar. &lt;br /&gt;My limpnodes are extremely swolen. &lt;br /&gt;It looks like I have two oversized golfballs in my left and right sides of my jaw/throat. &lt;br /&gt;Eptine Bar is a &amp;quot;kissing disease&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;So.. no one can eat or drink after me.. and especially not kiss. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve made out with two people since I was on it... I told them I had it and that we shouldn&apos;t kiss. &lt;br /&gt;But both people insisted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah. Hopefully neither of them will catch it though. &lt;br /&gt;=/ So the doctor decided to put me on homebound. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that&apos;s kinda cool. I like the idea. &lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. I&apos;m kind of thinking it might suck, though. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll just have to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Also...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t know if I wrote about this in here. &lt;br /&gt;But I broke up with Megan the weekend before last. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s really hard. Because I do love her. &lt;br /&gt;But I think David and I would last longer. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve cried so much since I&apos;m not with Megan. &lt;br /&gt;And lots of drama. But I know what&apos;s best. &lt;br /&gt;Because at the same time.. I really REALLY like David. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;To see pictures&lt;/font&gt; of David... &lt;br /&gt;Go to my myspace and scroll down... I have a picture section of him under my &amp;quot;About Me&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/therewindbuttongirl&quot;&gt;www.myspace.com/therewindbuttongirl&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s awesommeee. And talented in physics. And skateboarding especially. And like.. a master at hacking and computers. Hahah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My geek. &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gonna go do something.. online or somethinnnn.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 23:06:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>If I go crazy...</title>
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  <description>...Then will you still call me Superman?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 19:32:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh my..  I&apos;m a horrible person. But this time I don&apos;t mind so much...</title>
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  <description>Okay.. &lt;br /&gt;So there&apos;s this guy named David. I met him when I was about 13 years old at a festival in Kingstree called Pig Pickin&apos;.  That was the same night I met Daniel. I had a crush on David.. but I couldn&apos;t have him. Because he was dating a girl named Cherish. And they dated for years. And I didnt&apos; want to interfere. To make a long story short, I ended up dating Daniel a couple times.. I thought I was so in love. We dated for 8 months. The whole 2 years or that I&apos;ve known them.. I still thought of David a lot. But I kept it to myself. I recently discovered him and Cherish breaking up. He said it was for good this time. That&apos;s when I told him about how I liked him and all. And he told me that I should have told him. He liked me too..&lt;br /&gt;While Daniel and I were dating one time.. my friend Bethany was over.. and David and Daniel came over. David told me the other day... that the whole time he was here he was staring at me.. And he had the biggest crush on me. And I was in shock.. because I had no idea he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made plans to hang out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like we&apos;re meant to be. Because.. he came to florence and we met at the mall at around 6pm and he took me to hang out and play pool at Shuckers for a little while.. [that&apos;s one of his hobbies(besides skateboarding)].. Then he took me to the ghetto at some pool hall with all the black people to play pool. It was funny. Afterwards we went to Aroma Underground and played on the computer there for a bit.. and we got lattes. After that we drove to Walmart and played on the bikes and stuff. The lady fussed at us after a while. hahaha. It was fun though. And we had a pillow fight with the huge fluffy pillows.. After that, he took me to Wendy&apos;s and he bought us both something to eat. I wouldn&apos;t tell him what I wanted.. so he got me what he always gets. It was good. We didn&apos;t know what there was to do after eating.. it was about 11pm. And my curfew was 1am. We cruised around some and talked and then we started talking about how clear the sky was with so many stars out and all... I said I knew a good place to look at them. So he told me where to go. I told him how to get to the Oakdale Golf Course. I swear so many signs or perfection were coming up everywhere. Like.. on the way.. there was the huge bilboard that says &quot;SEE STARS&quot;. It was random and ironic. I was like.. awesommee.  And we went out there and sat on a hill.. even though the grass was kind of wet. And he was telling me all of these cute/neat facts about the stars. And it was so romantic. And after about 15 minutes of sitting out there.. we stood up and moved farther into the dark.. and stood there.. and we both stared up at the sky again.. and a shooting star went by. We were both like.. &quot;holy crap!&quot; And then we both made a wish. Maybe 30 minutes later..we were sitting down on a hill again.. and we were both freeziinnnggg cold. So he wrapped his arms around me.. and we watched the stars. He saw another shooting star. I missed it though. THENNN about 15 minutes later.. we were sitting there.. and he heard a sound.. and I he thought someone was coming up behind us.. so he was like &quot;what the..&quot; and then we turned and looked around.. and ALL of the sprinklers were going off all around us. It was insane. There wasn&apos;t a way that didn&apos;t have a sprinkler going. So we started laughing really hard.. and he was like.. &quot;follow me..&quot; so he ran and was jumping over the sprinklers and I followed. Thankfully we didn&apos;t get wet. After that.. we decided to go home and watch a movie or two. We kissed and made out. I didn&apos;t expect that at all... and then some other stuff ended up happening.  +no comment+ [not sex]. &lt;br /&gt;He left for home at 5am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so basically I cheated on Megan. And I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 23:24:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YAY!!! My Valentine.&amp;lt;33</title>
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  <description>Megan came by the house when no one was home at around 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked on the door.. and I came out..&lt;br /&gt;and on the hood of her car.. she made a heard of rose petals.&lt;br /&gt;And there was a big red rose in a vase, a reallyyy soft black and red stuffed animal [puppy], a huge heart box of chocolates, and a card.&lt;br /&gt;It was all really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m seriously hoping this relationship lasts a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I love my valentine.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 18:50:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stayed home, sick &amp; rushing for Valentine&apos;s Day.</title>
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  <description>Okay.. So today is V-Day, right?&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home sick again today [as well as yesterday].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I&apos;m kind of glad I got to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I wouldn&apos;t have had the time to go v-day shopping for Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sick and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I literally just got home.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s 1:35pm.&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s how my day has been so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9ish[am].&lt;br /&gt;Sat around watching Playhouse Disney on tv and ate oatmeal for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to make a Valentine&apos;s Day card for Megan.&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours on it.&lt;br /&gt;I was picking out all of the teeny tiny red beads from my bead bag. and glued them into a heart shape on the cover of the card [that took like.. 1 hour].&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut out a heart shape from a blue grocery bag and glued it on top.&lt;br /&gt;Creative, huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12pm, I decided to eat lunch and get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Then I got my money [10$ my mom gave me from chores] and I walked 4 blocks down to Walgreens [about a mile].&lt;br /&gt;People ALWAYS honk the horn when I walk down there.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her a single, fresh, wrapped white rose with pink on the tips, a small heart box of chocolates, and &quot;love&quot; dice. hahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I spent maybe an hour and 30 minutes in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I walked a little more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;When I got the the road that leads straight into my driveway, I saw Ms. Georgie&apos;s vehicle in the driveway.. and I started to freak out. Yeah. I mean.. I was like.. &quot;oh shitttt.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that my mom must have called her and asked her to like.. go check on me or something. And I wasn&apos;t there.. so she&apos;d tell my mom.. and I&apos;d have to be like.. &quot;well.. I got this rose for my mom...&quot; and then I&apos;d have to give it to her. And my mind was like.. flipping out.. and I was trying to think of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was gonna run into the person&apos;s yard.. where I was standing in front of.. but they have all of these &quot;no tresspassing/alarm&quot; signs. And I started to run that way anyway. And I stopped.. and ran the other way.. and there was nowhere to hide.. because Ms. Georgia was getting in her car.. and I watched her back out.. and I was thinking maybe she wouldn&apos;t turn down this road. But then I saw her start turning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran and hid between this big bush thing and the side of a house. And I waited for her to pass.&lt;br /&gt;And I think she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;And then she went to the end of the road and turned onto the main road [2nd Loop].&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking maybe she was going to circle back around. So I fucking ran as fast as I could to get back to the house. It was kind of a long way.&lt;br /&gt;And I fumbled to get the key in the door while noticing as I looked down that she only dropped by to leave my mom a v-day card.&lt;br /&gt;But still.. if she would have seen me; she&apos;d tell my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she didn&apos;t see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Megan gets out of school at 2:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;So, I&apos;m waiting for that to come.. so we can hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And she just called me. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m gonna go and talk to her on the phone now.&lt;br /&gt;While she&apos;s in class.&lt;br /&gt;Bad kids.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 02:46:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>PICTURES of me and my Loverrr!!!     And my two newest POEMS!!  [kinda scratchy]</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/Picture022.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/eyes.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s beautiful. I&apos;m lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/picandPOEM2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this one when I was a little depressed. So blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/picandPOEM.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this poem when I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/l.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/Picture039.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s adorableee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/Picture035.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like shit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/Picture017.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photography skills, biatch.&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s pretty. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/Picture012.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/hi.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay on rooftops and cuddle in blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/3294089.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/sdklfjioi3999q2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/lindsayequalslove/Picture019.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosting by Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on the roof taking photography.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 02:20:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Confession.</title>
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  <description>For those of you who are my lj friends.. feel lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Please don&apos;t tell anyone else what I am about to confess to you.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve decided since I don&apos;t have many lj friends, it won&apos;t be that big of a deal to confess this.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I trust my lj friends with what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or two of you may already know this.&lt;br /&gt;But I am bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I&apos;m not open-bi, since I haven&apos;t really told anyone much.&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered my feelings for girls as well about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m tired of hiding the fact that I&apos;m dating a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really happy with her.&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s awesome and gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;And her name is Megan Harris.&lt;br /&gt;And I have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;[I&apos;ll post them in my next journal]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I&apos;ve said it.&lt;br /&gt;I love a girl.&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve been dating since January 22, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 21:20:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I guess I just miss old times...</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn&apos;t about any of my ex&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;And this isn&apos;t about highschool drama with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just about my family.&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;On the car ride home.. for some reason I was thinking about all of the times we&apos;ve stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;We used to be BEST friends.&lt;br /&gt;We did everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when we had a tree-swing.. and he&apos;d push me around on it in circles and chase after me.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;d be hysterically laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember him teaching me how to roller-blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playing basketball with me in the drive-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And putting skateboard ramps together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he&apos;d ride around the block on his bike and we&apos;d attatch the jump-rope and I&apos;d be pulled along on roller blades. And we&apos;d take turns.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;d always go slower on hard curves in fear that he&apos;d fall.. even though he&apos;d say to go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we climbed the trees in our front and backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d always get stuck. But I was only faking it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I just wanted to be saved like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were really little we&apos;d stack the couch cushions up and stand on top acting like King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I was 11 or 12..  and my mom was dating Mr. Michael. We&apos;d go on the sailboat.. and we&apos;d go up on the &quot;high chair&quot; which is attached to a rope on the pole of the sailboat and goes like.. 20ft up in the air. And you just hang there in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;d take turns going up.. and when we&apos;d come down.. we&apos;d do the thing like in the army and push off of the pole as we come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking about it on the way home from school.&lt;br /&gt;And remembering how we&apos;d laugh so hard together..&lt;br /&gt;and knowing now that we haven&apos;t said a reasonable sentence to each other in about 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;It kills me.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can&apos;t do anything to make him come back. Because I know it&apos;ll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I became around 13 or 14.. he became more of an asshole. And I became more stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;And I began yelling at him because he&apos;d make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;And we&apos;d get into more serious fights.&lt;br /&gt;And he&apos;d hit me.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;d have knots on my head and face.. and swolen lips.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;d try to fight back but I always suck.&lt;br /&gt;And he began ignoring me after a while.&lt;br /&gt;And when he would say anything to me.. I&apos;d ignore him back.. because I was trying to show him how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;And now we both do it. &lt;br /&gt;Since 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;And now that&apos;s our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we pulled into the drive-way.. just one tear fell.. but I wouldn&apos;t let it roll down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;So I wiped it away as I got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Because crying never helps.&lt;br /&gt;Even though that&apos;s just what I&apos;m doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don&apos;t understand.&lt;br /&gt;And I just seem stupid.&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;ll shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 17:48:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New Piercing.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I think I already made a journal about this.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pierced my right nostril.&lt;br /&gt;..with a safety pin.&lt;br /&gt;This is my 6th piercing which I&apos;ve done on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Two earring holes in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;One la bret piercing.&lt;br /&gt;And now one nostril piercing.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s kind of sore.&lt;br /&gt;but my throat is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly my &quot;limpnodes&quot; are acting up.&lt;br /&gt;I think it&apos;s a little bit infected.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, though. Because the piercing isn&apos;t gushing out puss or anything [ew].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today and stayed home from school.&lt;br /&gt;The lady put me on an anti-biotic.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that&apos;s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts to swallow and yawn.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be okay soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to know how to do the &quot;lj cut&quot; thing.&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 23:59:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New Piercing.    =D</title>
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  <description>So yeah, I just pierced my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ow. The safety pin is still in it right now.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m giving it some time until I put the ring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures. &lt;br /&gt;But I don&apos;t know how to post the the correct way without taking up all of your page thingy.&lt;br /&gt;So I won&apos;t bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3333</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 19:09:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today I didn&apos;t go to school...</title>
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  <description>Yesterday morning I went to the orthodontist and got my braces tightened and shit.&lt;br /&gt;And my teeth are hurting like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And this morning I was so sore that I felt like I needed to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom let me sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m glad.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;br /&gt;And now I&apos;m checking my myspace and talking to Tony.&lt;br /&gt;hah. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gatorz.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 03:52:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Something No One Really Knows About Me</title>
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  <description>Well.. I&apos;m not going to come out and say anything.&lt;br /&gt;A few of my close friends know what&apos;s going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m not sure I can come out and say it on my mysapace since a few people on here know me.. but aren&apos;t very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this thought has run through my mind a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I just haven&apos;t paid it any attention.&lt;br /&gt;And it finally occurred to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve finally been open to others about it.&lt;br /&gt;And now I guess I feel relieved/better.&lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;m not going to just shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m not going to let many people know.&lt;br /&gt;Because I&apos;m not ready for everyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m in a happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all there is to know.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 03:47:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kenny and I are over?...</title>
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  <description>Well. Not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it&apos;d be best if we held off on a relationship until he comes home in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get all stressed and stuff and missing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s hard.. I&apos;ve never dated anyone who was stuck at a place where I can&apos;t see them. And he can&apos;t talk on the phone for any more than 5 minutes per call. And he can only have 2 phonecalls a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I&apos;m going to wait until he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s best this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ll still call him to check up on things and all, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I&apos;ll hang with him on the weekends he can come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a good decision.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 21:42:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another Kenny Update. Scattered News.  Some good. Some Bad. Just Read It....</title>
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  <description>THE ACTUAL DATE THAT I WROTE THIS WAS JANUARY 13th!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ORIGINALLY A MYSPACE BLOG THAT I WROTE.&lt;br /&gt;I REPOSTED IT IN MY LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. good and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Kenny&apos;s brother [Josh] called me tonight with some news on what Kenny told him to tell me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny is going to ask the lady that works at the place if he can call me and stuff. Hopefully she won&apos;t be a bitch about it and she&apos;ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Kenny couldn&apos;t come home this weekend. Grr. But if he earns the &quot;privilege&quot; then he&apos;ll get to. And even better.. if he&apos;s REALLY good.. then he&apos;ll get to come home in may instead of waiting 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be wonderful news. But yeah. Kenny told Josh to ask me if I was wanting to break up with him since I won&apos;t get to see him or speak to him probably. And I asked if that was what he wanted. Josh said Kenny didn&apos;t want that.. but it might be best for me and stuff. So I don&apos;t know. And Kenny wanted to know if we&apos;d get back together in May if we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s sweet how he thinks of my feelings so much. He&apos;s awesome. Anyway.. I told Josh to tell Kenny [confusing] that I didn&apos;t want to break up with him if he can still come home on weekends and call me. But if he won&apos;t get to do those things.. then we could break up just for the time being and when he comes home we could get back together. Because I really do miss him. Either way. And I&apos;ve like.. been worried about him. And crying. It sucks. I can&apos;t wait til he comes back. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we&apos;ll find out further information when I get my next phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the next call will be from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we&apos;ll just have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how to help, guys. pray and hope. yep. thanks again for all of your support.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 21:36:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Unorganized Weekend..</title>
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  <description>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really worked out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t get to spend the night with Samantha in Kingstree last night. &lt;br /&gt;She said that her mom said she didn&apos;t want company at the house while she wasn&apos;t home since she&apos;d be working.&lt;br /&gt;So oh well.. maybe another time, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up calling my friend, Kim and asked if she wanted to spend the night and rent movies.&lt;br /&gt;So she agreed. It was really fun.  =]  &lt;br /&gt;She invited me to go to McLoud Gym with her to work out.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... that was interesting. We were like.. playing around on the machines. And old guys kept staring at our butts [creepy]. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invented a special salad and ate veggie burgers [I&apos;m on a diet again].. she was a lot of help. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny. We watched 40 Year Old Virgin. I didn&apos;t think it was as good as people made it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;It had some pretty funny stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;We went to sleep at 2:30am-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up at 10am or something. &lt;br /&gt;We ate a decent breakfast and chilled out for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;I got a shower and got dressed&lt;br /&gt;We decided we&apos;d go walk around the mall some.&lt;br /&gt;Zach called me and said he wanted me to come to George&apos;s and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was already going to the mall with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;So he said he might be heading out to the mall later.&lt;br /&gt;I finished putting makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;..And headed out to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;I found some really neat clothes that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;My mom said not this time though.&lt;br /&gt;So it&apos;s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents came and we looked in another store then ate at the Food Court.&lt;br /&gt;She left for home and my mom and I walked around a little more and left.&lt;br /&gt;I called Zach to say I was on the way to George&apos;s house.&lt;br /&gt;He said okay and he&apos;d be there for a few more hours to hang.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m at George&apos;s house right now.&lt;br /&gt;The guys are upstairs practicing on their new song for the band.&lt;br /&gt;[George, Jake, Zach, John.  and some guy named Shane is here hanging out too.]&lt;br /&gt;I snuck down here. haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I might go back up for a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;I might go to Josh&apos;s later tonight or something.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay.&lt;br /&gt;Later, guys/gals&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 22:39:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this weekend..</title>
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  <description>Okay.. I have a lot of big updates to tell you guys.&lt;br /&gt;[if you care? haha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this weekend is going to be boring other than Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do tonight really. I would go to Kenny&apos;s house and hang with him.. but he isn&apos;t home for the weekend. I miss him. Anyway, Jon wanted me to come to Josh&apos;s house and hang with him and the guys. But I dunno. I don&apos;t feel like it really. I might try and go later. Nothing else to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Saturday should be very good. I&apos;m excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;M FINALLY GETTING TO GO BACK TO KINGSTREE!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gonna go to my best friend&apos;s house in Kingstree [Samantha]. &lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don&apos;t know.. I moved to Florence from Kingstree like.. eh.. &lt;br /&gt;2 years ago? or something. Yeah. I haven&apos;t been back there in that long. And I miss everyone so much.&lt;br /&gt;So that should be a good day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Saturday morning I hope to get my permit. &lt;br /&gt;My mom is always too busy to take me to DMV and get it.&lt;br /&gt;But finally she isn&apos;t busy. Hopefully I&apos;ll pass it. [wish me luck///pray]&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;ll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I&apos;m gonna try to go to church. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know if I&apos;ll get to though.&lt;br /&gt;I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... and some pretty big news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mom wants to move back to Kingstree.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kingstree and all... but I only had two real friends there.. everyone else was black.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it matters. But just saying.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like.. good/bad news. &lt;br /&gt;Now that I&apos;m ammuned to living here and I finally have tons of friends who I love, she wants to move back.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d miss everyone, I know. &lt;br /&gt;yeah.. &amp; even though it&apos;s only like.. 45miles away.. it&apos;s the same as a million.&lt;br /&gt;Because I can&apos;t drive and my mom won&apos;t be taking me back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;And by the time I&apos;ll be able to drive.. my friends will have lost contact with me..&lt;br /&gt;just like Kingstree..&lt;br /&gt;+sigh+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s mostly all I have to say, I think..&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.much&amp;hearts;love.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 03:45:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 22:23:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...yeah..</title>
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  <description>I need to take a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 20:52:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yeah... no school for Lindsay.  =]</title>
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  <description>So.. today I didn&apos;t have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was pretty neat about it. She was trying to wake me up this morning. And I was SO freakin tired. I&apos;ve been sleepy all week. And I was like.. &quot;mama... can&apos;t I just stay home this ONCE. I&apos;m really tired..&quot; &lt;br /&gt;and she said okay.. as long as I get online and get my homework for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s 3:47pm right now.&lt;br /&gt;I slept til like.. 2:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best sleep ever.&lt;br /&gt;I really do need to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Daniel and I talk on AIM some now. He gave me his new s/n through a myspace message.&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re pretty much the beginning of friends. [for those of you who don&apos;t know.. daniel is my ex who I broke up with in september after dating him for 8 months because my feelings began to fade].&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s kind of like a big brother now. The only time we fuss is when I&apos;m looking out for him or he&apos;s looking out for me. But that&apos;s a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. hopefully Kenny&apos;s mom will call me again today or tonight to give me an update on stuff with him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I guess that sums most of it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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