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  <title>And like a child she is impatient&lt;/3</title>
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  <updated>2005-01-31T14:50:09Z</updated>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2005-01-31T09:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T14:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T14:50:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I AM DONE WITH THIS!!, SO YOU GUYS CAN DELETE ME FROM YOUR FRIENDS THINGS OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:12719</id>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2005-01-29T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T01:39:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T01:39:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am a robot in the greatest movie of the century with rikki ashley and lacy. i wear foil on my head.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:12370</id>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2005-01-26T21:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T02:57:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T02:57:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>let go- frou frou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you should comment about your favorite memory with me. &lt;br /&gt;thats kinda boring but i want to be able to remember fun times..&lt;br /&gt;yeah that sounds good.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are good i guess. im getting lazy at school. AHH. i dont know if im gonna be updating as much. i dont like ever know what to write about. i want to learn how to ski so bad, every winter all these people are like.."yeah im going skiing, its so much fun!" and im just like.."yeah fuck you." no just kidding. but i do want to go. anyways thats all for you today!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:12285</id>
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    <title>SPICE UP YOUR LIFE, EVERY BOY AND EVERY GIRL!</title>
    <published>2005-01-14T14:55:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T16:41:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i miss when the spice girls were cool. &lt;br /&gt;i still have all there dolls that i collected in a box.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE IN THE WORLD SPICE UP YOUR LIFE, aweeeeeeeeee&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:12018</id>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2005-01-07T09:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T14:53:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T20:03:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am currently in 3rd period right now. which is so boring. eveything is okay i guess, but even if something was really bothering, people dont take much time to notice. this weekend is pretty much already planned out for me..tonight i have to go to the grandparents with like 27 other people cause they are having some sorta get together, but it shouldnt be too bad cause ill just hang with my cousins. saturday i have to work from 9-4 then we have a game in beaver, andd hopefully do something after :), and then sunday im actually free, so lets do something! um i must say that i love napolean dynomite and have ever since i saw that movie, even though it basically has no point, i honestly laugh my ass off. and i like anchorman, and thanks to bennn we got to watch that at corys casa of hair cutting. i have lots of tests today, only studied for one cause i got extremely lazy. and i have a pb&amp;j for lunch, along with other stuff. this was a very long entry, with nothing important. i would put pictures but i cant, cause school blows. yeahyeahyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS SING&lt;br /&gt;KIDS SINGGG$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should comment, i think.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:11564</id>
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    <title>school tomorrow.</title>
    <published>2005-01-03T00:43:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-03T00:47:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAPPY 2005. I had a pretty awesome year, with lots of awesome times. i had awesome awesome friends who i love, and an awesome b/f for most of the year that kicked ass. i met alot of new people that are awesome and i lovee too&amp;lt;3! &lt;br /&gt;This break went really really fast. i posted earlier most of the things i did, i went to Dave and Busters, which was awesome. and today i hung with maria brittany rikki cory ben and jd which was fun tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/aubsadkj.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my little cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waterfront. with FIRETRUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and KRISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maria cutting my hair, but i must say she did a good job.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and big bri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTAAAAAAAA!&amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me maria and kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/Aubsrey/Img_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are just some that i got on my computer, cause im just getting the hang of it!, but yeah. i guess thats all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:11328</id>
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    <title>she silently crys.</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T06:23:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T06:23:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have no background on my journal, cause i cant find anything i like. and i suck at doing journals, so its gonna be plain for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyones christmas was good, and things. mine wasnt to bad, but since my little sister still believes and all she had my whole family up at the crack of dawn, so for about 20 minutes of opening gifts i sorta just sat on the couch and like stared into space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since christmas was on a saturday this break seems to be really short. i went and saw meet the fauckers, which i thought was so funny, slept at bris with dana and BIG rubes, went to my uncles (which was probably the worst day of my life for many reasons), maria slept over, and then went to practice today, hung with dan and scott for awhile cause they are the shittt, and then babysat till about 10 mintues agooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i got a digital camaraa so hopefully ill post some pictures soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. PEACE OUT NIGGGA.&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2004-12-20T16:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T21:40:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T21:58:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today sucked. it sucked so bad. i want it to end. i want to sleep. and i want christmas to comeeeee.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:10978</id>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2004-12-17T09:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T14:55:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T14:55:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am in school and in a very good mood.&lt;br /&gt;dont ruin it bitches!!!! :0)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:10598</id>
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    <title>fuck faceeeee</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T20:22:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-14T20:22:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just got home from school. and had some french toast sticks. lifes goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;today after school i was walking with brittany mills (who rocks) and cory (who also rocks) and cory was simply telling us about how his hands are soft from using soft water. and i did not know that even exsisted haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay, and it was kinda long. but 9th period me and maria couldnt stop laughing cause we honestly laugh at the gayest things. so that was probably the funniest time of the day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate math. i cant do it. &lt;br /&gt;it sucks. nothing helps me. i&lt;br /&gt;hate numbers. i wish i could count right. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish math did not exsist.&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;comment. k thanks.</content>
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    <title>Whore Brains.</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T14:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T14:45:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always update in 3rd period, cause well it is a computer class.&lt;br /&gt;pretty good week so far, last night game in north gate, which was mucho fun. you will have to look in big rubes journal if you want to see. couldnt go to the hockey game last night, but i am going thursday and i have to make a SIGN. i am not very creative but it will stil be hot. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed laguna beach last night, i got like addicted to that show. and i never watch any shows like that, im never even seen an episode of survivor. but for some reason i really liked thAt show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i got a phone call at about 6:50 from maria pursley. reminding me to eat a healthy breakfast, cause i have a test today. she is a very thoughtful person and i thank her for calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I GET TO HANG OUT WTIH BRITTANY MILLS. SHE IS SOO HOT.&amp;lt;33.</content>
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    <title>motha fuckaaa.</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T00:50:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T00:50:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">new journal. dont know if like it, i was just messing around and things!!!!&lt;br /&gt;good weekend, hung at tinos, worked, and slept at danas.&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow. yeah im pisssssssssed.&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;you could hold my heart, &lt;br /&gt;its all yours if you want it&amp;lt;3.</content>
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    <title>3rd period fucking rocks.</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T14:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T14:41:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">school (sucks). maria came over yesterday and we played and then practice and then to the hockey game, it was alot of fun.me and dana got a crazy bean out of the machine, but it wouldnt go crazy on brittanys hand. so i dont think it works right. :( cory was a very good hot chocolate protector, and checked every so often for like insane posions and stuffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind was very loud this morning and woke me up at like 5:30. i was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go and finish my computer thing.</content>
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    <title>callthe_cops @ 2004-11-28T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-28T23:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-28T23:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">haven't updated in awhile, havent been on the internet to much so maybe thats why. i kinda like not being on the internet all the time, once break is over i probably will be though. its just nice to have a break from it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good break so far. ate mad turkey. and my little cousin hide my maccasin (sp) and i couldnt find it for like an hour. but it was behind a door. went bowling, which i suck at it. and played with kristen, and slept at marias on wednesday and ran in the rain!! and went to the mall with maria and my mom and got some clothes and things, and babysat with chubs and watched a huge screen tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i am at marias. shes rocks. and we ate thanksgiving again, then went to ulta and bought alot of stuff and now i am going to dye her hair, and we are going to play, and then maybe going to alexs. i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment bitchesssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3333333333333 :) :0)</content>
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    <title>HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-11-23T20:33:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-23T20:33:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating or havent dated at all. It isn't about about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, its not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isnt about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and its not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isnt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt. Its about how you feel about yourself. Its about trust, happiness and compassion. Its about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. Its about what you say and what you mean. Its about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a pussy, but i couldnt help it. lol</content>
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    <title>century 21. desktop publishing</title>
    <published>2004-11-19T14:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-19T14:35:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today is gay. its long and boring and boring.&lt;br /&gt;i am sore. and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing anymore is fridays.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chubs&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Her intentions were honest.</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T00:33:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T00:33:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">coughing sucks so much. like i honestly would cut off my legs just so i can stop coughing. i took some of my brothers inhaler thing today, but that didnt really help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was easy today. i dont think i did really good on my map of russia, but i just cant really memorize a HUGE map of fing russia. and in 4th pd maria and i had an adventure in the library with bopgraphys. i have to read about the beatles for english, and i think that may be kinda boring, but they sang the song about a yellow submerine, which is hott&amp;lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie elf came out today on video, and i really wanna see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else is really new, and i dont have anything to really complain about. i mean there are little things but im soooooo sick of trying to like make everything perfect, cause perfect is boring. and if after you try your hardest and you keep screwing up and its not workingg. then its better to stop thinking about it, cause it only hurts more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still cant shake the cold, and is convinced that maybe she is dying. Then she remembers we were born to die, well to live, but then to die. But she is not scared. Her morning was greeted with his warm embrace, and although she was un-well, things seemed to be getting off to a good start. Her day progressed and the can would not open. Her shower was warm and then he had to leave. But Sundays were the day where she wakes up from her dream. A quick goodbye and a train ride. Hello reality.&amp;lt;/3</content>
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    <title>cough cough coughhh</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T04:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-14T04:53:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today was a goooood day.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at like 11:30, but i was first woken up at 10:15 cause i was suppose to go to a breakfast thing with alex and dana and no one woke me up, so when they called i was like half asleep and then just kept saying..&lt;br /&gt;'go back to sleep.' sooo i did.&lt;br /&gt;then i showered and things, and ran very fast to someone specials house for a littleee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i went and hung out with dana. cause no one was home at her house and we decided to have a party we only 2 people. we made pancakes..egg and sperm ones. and we watched sandlot, i think that is like the funniest movie everrr, esp. with the fat one named porter. we had a throwing candy fight and i dunnno alot of other funny things, that made me laugh and cough at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nothing else is really new, and i dont really know what is going on? but i guess thats okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commmenttttt. WHAT&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Chababbayyyyy.</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T00:46:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-11T00:46:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HI.&lt;br /&gt;school was okay, except i coughed a lot and my chest really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends. and lauren ruben, shes really funny and we talk about ear wax :-0.&lt;br /&gt;i think things are good, i just hate when im like sooo happy for like a day and a half, and then there is that really crappy day where you just want to complain all the time, but the things you want to complain about arent really that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;everyone in my family except me are getting birthday cards in the mail, cause im the only one whose birthday isnt in november, so today i had this bunch of hope that something was in the mail for me, well something was..but it was only my report card. nothing to exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya later fags&amp;lt;3. :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:7951</id>
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    <title>it will hurt me more then you.&amp;lt;/3</title>
    <published>2004-11-05T14:37:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-05T14:37:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have another free period today in computers, cause i finished all my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its really sad that i never have anything to comment about. my life isnt boring there is just nothing to really say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have glasses that i am suppose to be wearing when i read and go on the computer and things, but i dunno i just dont want to, and im not use to things sitting on my face so they get kinda annoying. but it gets mucho blurry and hard to read after sqinting for a long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about changing my hair, getting rid of the highlights and either letting it grow or cutting it, i kinda miss my old color of my hair, but then again i dont? mmm i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&amp;lt;3</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:7825</id>
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    <title>I LOVE BONER THE SKELETON.</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T13:32:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-29T13:32:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>IF YOUR HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT. CLAP YOUR HANDS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">3RD PERIOD, ONCE AGAIN. WHERE I NORMALLY UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY THERE IS A LOT OF PEOPLE IN PRETTY PRETTY OUTFITS, OF COURSE NOT I.&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT. I GOT DEVIL HORNS FROM SHAUN. AND I WEARING THEM. AND PERSONALLY I THINK THEY ARE PRETTY HOT. K THANKS. HAVE A GREAT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEN. HEHE</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:7666</id>
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    <title>I'll give up in you.</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T23:22:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-25T23:22:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tbs - new american classic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i actually think this journal entry may be long, and i may vent alot so dont read it if you dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly have good days at school, where im happy and nothing really goes wrong, but like i said earlier, by the end of the day something seems to not be right, like laying in my bed at night..i think alot about things i miss and how much i wish i could get them back, but i know in my heart i wont ever be able to. there gone forever. and i know that i need to accept that, and for some reason i have the hardest time doing that. like something is missing.  dont get me wrong, i loe my life, and i have so much fun with my friends, i dont know where i would be without them, i guess its just changing alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever just have one of those days, or maybe one of those weeks where you just seem like blah. and you cant figure out whats wrong and you cant figure out whats bothering you but you know its there? okay well i have been having that feeling latley sometimes and its really bothering me. i honestly try to be a really nice person and give help when they need it and listen and just try to not talk about people or anything, i mean yeah everyone talks about people but i dunno? i just try to be a nice person, and i work hard in school and i have really awesome friends that i love, but i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno i have realized alot of things latley. like i really am a nice person, im not the type of person to hate someone for something, and i tend to care about people so much, like dont want to hurt there feelings when they have hurt mine a lot before. i realized that you dont need to dwell over LOVE. i mean you have your whole life to be with someone, just have fun and be happy, its your teenage years, and they are probably going to be the hardest years of your life, but they probably going to go  by so fast so just make the best of it, and that you only get one chance with things so why hold back? just little things i have been realizing latley. this may sound so gay, but i just kinda needed to like type it down so like i can get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i just give people alot of chances and i mess up alot on things to, im stupid when it comes to alot of things, and i regret somethings sometimes, and there are things i need to grow up about, but when it comes down to it, you will find out the people who really care about you, they are right in front of your face, and im sick of trying to be friends with people that really dont want to my friends. im happy really i am, and im having so much fun..but theres things and people i miss. and i cant change the things that i want back, so why dwell on them. so im done trying to change things that arent fixable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read this thanks alot, and im sorry if i sound so gay, cause i know i do lol, but its something i had to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINTED TURKEYS LIKE MADD&amp;lt;3333333333333333333333333</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:7186</id>
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    <title>weird.</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T23:38:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-20T23:38:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had such a good day today, nothing went wrong at all, and i was in a really good mood. but by the end of the night i know somewhere inside im not all that happy. fuck fuck fuck</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:6933</id>
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    <title>yeahh whoop yeah yeah whaaa.</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T01:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-20T01:44:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love my big black glasses. i love my frineds. i love food. i love music. i love pretending that i am blind at beaver valley mall. highschool girls hate maria and that sucks. i love chinese. i like being happy. but most of all.. i like just having fun with all my friends, and not being so dramatic, cause thats what being a teenager is all about. and i have nothing to complain about bitches&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i only hate math.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callthe_cops:6879</id>
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    <title>yeahh yeahh yeahh.&amp;lt;33333</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T13:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-18T13:37:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">3rd period=horrible and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good weeked, went to the game, uncles house and calahans with dana, &lt;br /&gt;and sunday i worked on all my homework and then stopped at the mall with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondays are probably the worst day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;life is good for the most part, nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;halloween is sOooOOOn.&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;scotts birthday is in dos days!&lt;br /&gt;and i think im getting sick :0(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the love bitchessss.</content>
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