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  <title>I am my own enemy .. in every way.</title>
  <subtitle>It's my life..don't you forget. ; )</subtitle>
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    <name>Roberta Marie</name>
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    <title>New LJ.</title>
    <published>2004-12-22T02:57:28Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My layouts don't work anymore on here for some reason.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;--&amp;gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='_cloneyourlover' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_cloneyourlover/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_cloneyourlover/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_cloneyourlover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; .. enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Great week.. not.</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T05:45:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T05:45:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hmn, I haven't updated in about a week, so let me give you the down-low..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today (or yesterday? uh, well, the 17th):&lt;/strong&gt; Stayed home, because I genrally felt like crap, and my throat hurt. And I was crying this morning because I felt so sick, and my mom thought I was mentally insane and I am now going to get psychological help. I swear, everything I do, she takes so defensivley. We are usually so close, but latley she's turning into someone I don't know anymore. She always wants to talk and make things better, so I start talking, and the next thing I know she's screaming at me. e_e Oh, and it's Steve and Jessica's, &amp;amp; Matt and Stephanie's one month anniverseries. : ) Kudos to them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday (the 16th):&lt;/strong&gt; Quite a confusing day. School was okay, I guess. Found out that my average in Italian is a 99.3, thank goodness. Everything seems crappy though. After school, went to the library with Kelly. My new library buddy Lauren is going to foster care. ;_; We were just becoming good friends too.. I am going to miss her. ;\ I also was thinking so much about Michelle on the ride home from the library. It's like.. I left her out in the cold. I haven't stopped by her house in forever. Those people need a fucking phone. I miss her so much. Oh, and when me and my mom just pulled into the driveway, guess what happened? My mom's cell phone rang, and she picked it up, and it was my dad.. Molly ran away. Than I just broke down in tears. I love my dog to death. I really do. Go ahead, make fun. My dog is like my sister, she really is. So we drove around everywhere, I called her name until I couldn't talk anymore. So after an hour me and my mom went back to the house and my brother and dad went to look around. Me and my mom were writing Lost Dog Ads, when my dad called and said that they found her. She was on the lot of house number 87. We are house number 2. She was trying to get into some old lady's house who was making chicken, hahah. I am so relived to have her back, I really am.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today (18th):&lt;/strong&gt; Kelly is coming over around 1 PM. I am so happy about that. I miss him all the time. He has such soft hair. He has such a strong but gentle embrace, and such a heartwarming smile. He has such beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and his giant hands seem to fit perfectly in my tiny ones. I hope he likes his Christmas present. He bought *one* of mine today, and I am nervous. I have a genral idea of what it might be, and I sure hope he didn't spend too much on me. I wish I knew where the ring is that he gave me. My finger feels so empty. =\ I think I am going to change my LJ layout again. The purple's getting a little old. Oh, and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;I am now a member on Runescape!&lt;/strong&gt; That's right bitches, Roberta's a member now! I am so happy. I &amp;lt;3 Runescape. But not as much as I &amp;lt;3 my Tashy (Kelly) of course. : )&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>at0mic_poptart_ @ 2004-12-10T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T22:39:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Today I actually tried going to school with the crutches, but I left third peroid. It's so hard to use them. =\ I was breaking out in a sweat, and now my arms and good leg are killing me. My dad still thinks I am over reacting and I just made up my hurt leg, even after the doctor said I might need surgery. He thinks I planned this out or something. How ignorant can someone get? You can't talk to the guy.. AT ALL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Today I got this thing in the mail saying that shit about the honors awards ceremony crap. I don't want to go. I know when I did good, I know when I did bad, I don't need to be honoured. I know I can do better anyway. Let them honour me next quarter when my average is higher. The school is retarted. Why must I go up in front of everyone for a certificate? Of course certificates are nice, but I kind of have social anxiety inside. I am so bi-polar. One day I am a social butterfly, and the next when I am around people I feel like throwing up my heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I hope I can see Kelly tomorrow. It would make my weekend so much better. We can cuddle and snuggle and I can kick his ass in THPS.. ;D But than again, I should let him hang out with his funner, non-injured friends. Hahah. I am making a MySpace, finally. I will post the link when I am all done. Right now I am just trying to figure out how to change the color of the layout.. hmmmn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My ankle's been screwed up for three days, and my best friend doesn't even know yet. God damn. I feel like such a great friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Later..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>I am a cripple!</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T21:32:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T21:32:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone, how's it going? Well, I have a story for you all so pull up a bean bag chair and listen.. -opens up storybook-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, on Monday is when it started. Chorus rehersal for the concert just ended. Instead of using the stairs and being impatient, &lt;strong&gt;I jumped off the stage and landed on my&amp;nbsp;left foot&amp;nbsp;the wrong way&lt;/strong&gt;, kind of on my heel. It hurt for a few minutes, but than it just kind of went away and I went to 9th Peroid Science. I didn't feel anything else until 8th peroid yesterday in Gym. I started playing volleyball and jumped up to hit it, but when I landed, &lt;strong&gt;the same area started to hurt much&lt;/strong&gt;. Once again I ignored it. When I got home off of the bus, &lt;strong&gt;it started hurting even more and more&lt;/strong&gt;. All that night it hurt. When I woke up and got out of my bed, &lt;strong&gt;I could hardly walk&lt;/strong&gt;. Today my mom brought me to the doctor's and it turns out that&lt;strong&gt; I pulled my achillies tendon, that ridgy thing on the back of your foot. All the fibers got pulled out of it, and my leg was all hard.&lt;/strong&gt; So now, I might need &lt;strong&gt;surgery&lt;/strong&gt;. I am getting an &lt;strong&gt;MRI&lt;/strong&gt; soon to see how bad it was. I need to use &lt;strong&gt;crutches&lt;/strong&gt; for a whole fucking week. UGH! I am a &lt;strong&gt;cripple&lt;/strong&gt;! ; ( Oh, and that's not all. The back of my neck behind my ears was all hard like &lt;strong&gt;rocks&lt;/strong&gt; and was sore. Do you remeber how I kept on having to go to the doctor's because my&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;left side under my ribcage&lt;/strong&gt; was all poufy and hurt when I touched it? &lt;strong&gt;That is where my spleen is&lt;/strong&gt;. The doctor says I might have &lt;strong&gt;mono&lt;/strong&gt;. No kissing Kelly! ;_; &lt;strong&gt;God damnit&lt;/strong&gt;! The same thing happened to &lt;strong&gt;Joannah&lt;/strong&gt;! Next thing I will be slammed into a desk and have to go to the hospital, &lt;strong&gt;gosh&lt;/strong&gt;! I mean I guess there are a few &lt;strong&gt;advantages&lt;/strong&gt;.. leaving class early, no &lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt;.. but I can't do anything all week or more. ugh. I can hardly walk, it fucking &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;. I like using &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; lettering, hah. But I am so pissed. It hurts a lot. Poor &lt;strong&gt;RobbyBertaBoo..&lt;/strong&gt; (thanks Melissa, hah). Well, I will update again soon, complaining about how much I hurt.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Missing you..</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T01:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T01:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, it's hard already, and it's only been ten minutes. Me and Kelly are finally taking a break and having no contact for 24 hours.. this is going to be hard, but a little time apart might be for the better. No calls, hugs in the hallway, talking online.. -sigh- Tomarrow everyone is going to be smacking me in the head going "WHATSWRONGWITHYOUANDKELLY?!". Hopefully the roads ice up and we get a delay tomarrow. That would be grand. Two less hours of seeing Kelly, and I don't mean that in a mean way. Today was okay besides my whole Kelly problem. Me, Matt W, Matt R, Steve, Jessica and Kelly walked to the pizzaria in the rain, damn it was cold! We also burned the part of an Eminem poster where his crotch is, hahah. I think I am sick, my throat hurts so much. It's almost to the point where it's unbearable. I will go look down it right now.. yep, white pus! oh boy oh boy! I hope I am not sick tomarrow, or people will think that I am trying to get out of handing my science project in. I can't stop thinking of Kelly. And I know that for sure I will thinking about him and only him for the next 24 hours..</content>
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    <title>Boredness.</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T15:57:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T15:57:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, I am in Science, and I am updating my journal. Hahah. WHEE!</content>
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    <title>Christmas is almost here..</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T22:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T22:13:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow, it feels like just yesterday it was Christmas! I can't believe the year went by so fast. I love the holiday season! It's nice and cold [ i love the cold weather ], people are hanging up pretty lights, I can't wait for Christmas! I feel like such a little kid for saying that, but Christmas is wonderful. I hope this year near Christmas&amp;nbsp;I can go into the city. The city is so beautiful during the holiday season, it really is. I went when I was ten, and it was the best. It's not just about presents [ although I've been waiting for that camera for sometime now! ], it's just about the Christmas feeling, ya know? I love the feeling of giving presents, and seeing the people's reactions when I give it to them. I am quite the gift giver, if you haven't heard already. ;D Woosh! So exciting! Today was okay. My Tech teacher is so fucking boring. Whenever he talks, I feel like I am going to pass out from exhaustion. He's very italian, so he moves his hands a lot when talking, it's quite hilarious. And you can see your reflection in his head, I swear. I bought little chocolate bars from Miss Rehbit during Team, I was so in the mood for it. It was orgasmic. I am a little sad though, I haven't seen my Library buddies in like, forever! I miss Clint, Jesse, Phil and everyone else so much. ;_; Hopefully I can go tomorrow. I am losing touch with a lot of my friends, it hurts so much. At least I can see my friends from Paca like Joannah, Erin and Michelle next year though. That will be grrrrrreat. : ) I love Kelly so much. He's so sweet. -talks about how much she likes Kelly for three and a half hours- I am gonna go now, not much else to talk about so.. later.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P.S. I hate this girl on the bus. I was talking with Junior on the bus, and she was making a CROSS to him, as if I were Satanic or something. I don't understand, is it how I dressed? Than again, what is wrong with a blue tee, a suit jacket and bluejeans? People suck.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I don't really know..</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T21:15:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well, Roberta's sick, &lt;strong&gt;once again&lt;/strong&gt;! I might be coming down with amonia [ however you spell it ], again. Gee, this is great! Last time I had it I missed&amp;nbsp;a month and a half of school and almost had to go to the hospital! Joy. I am feeling quite pessimistic lately. I feel kind of ignored, pushed away, that kind of thing. But in reality, I am not! I am madly in love and have some great friends. So what's the problem? Maybe I am just depressed. Maybe I just look on the negative side of everything. Kind of sucks. I am so hungry. Argh. And I miss Kelly. I am so pathedic, I saw him last night! But it feels like weeks. The only reason I really like school is because I get to see some of my good friends and Kelly. He's my world, I love him to death. I am so bi-polar. One minute I am talking about how depressed I am, and than the next I talk about how much I am in love. Hah. I just feel like I have an empty space in my heart that despreatly needs to be filled. I wish I knew what it was! I need a hobby. Hopefully when I get my&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;digital camera &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I won't be so bored. I need it so badly! Christmas is less than a month away, how exciting. I sure hope my friends and Kelly like their presents! Well, I am gonna go see if there is anything good to eat. Later.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>at0mic_poptart_ @ 2004-11-28T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T01:51:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Today was intresting. I got up at 4:30 AM and went to Cody's. We decided to take a drive(just got a car), so he pulled out of the driveway and we drove about 10 feet and he almost crashed into a tree, hahah. Funny shit. Than we ate whipped cream sandwiches (the only thing in the house). After than we played Xbox, and I kicked his ass in THPS, as always, hahah. We also played DDR. Watching Cody dance is hilarious. It really is! He looks like he's on speed and giving birth, as Melissa explained it. When I got home around 12:30 I went on the PC and played Runescape. What an addicting game! And later I went to Friendly's with Kelly, his mom and his brother. His brother went to go get a crayon from under the table and he put his hand up my skirt. xD Oh man. It was hilarious. I want to become vegeterian again.. maybe this time I will do it right. ;\ I really feel bad for the animals. The way Maryanna spoke about the poor cows getting killed during lunch made my heart sink. Today I went onto Peta and watched a video of animals getting killed .. ugh it was terrible. And I never knew how abortion really worked, so I went on a site and -- I am very disturbed. It was pictures of fetuses. : (&amp;nbsp; UGH. ABORTION SHOULD NOT BE USED AS A BIRTH CONTROL METHOD, STUPID FUCKS! It should only be used if the girl is raped. Otherwise, fuck you, stupid slut. You should of worn a fucking condom..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel sick, as usual. My throat is sore. : (&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am always sick. God damnit. I think I am gonna go to sleep, I am pooped. Later.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Add him!</title>
    <published>2004-11-28T07:15:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Everyone add &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='shadow_son' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shadow-son.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shadow-son.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shadow_son&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . He's my good friend Cody. He's awesomely cool. :D ADDDDD HIMMMMMMM. He's a lonely boy.</content>
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    <title>Happy thanksgiving..</title>
    <published>2004-11-25T21:21:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, all. I just ate so much that I feel like I am about to explode. I feel so sick, ugh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I should be happy. I mean, I am with my family, I have the best boyfriend in the world,&amp;nbsp;average in school, plenty of friends, but..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just feel kind of lost inside. I don't know why. I feel like just giving up on everything, because no matter what I try to do, I suck. I suck at everything, and I can't excel in anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel like I am nobody for anybody.. nothing for anything. I want to be accepted so badly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish I was about 20 pounds lighter.&amp;nbsp;I wish that I had soft, pretty hair. I wish&amp;nbsp;I could show my emotions more. I wish I was smarter. I wish I was a good singer. I wish I could play bass guitar good. I wish I could dress good, and get remarks like "wow, that looks so nice". I wish I could take beautiful pictures. I wish I was stronger. I wish so many things..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And believe me, I tried to do good. But I feel like giving up on everything sometimes. The only place I feel secure is in Kelly's arms. I know that's the closest to heaven I'll ever be. I keep on making the same mistakes over and over and over again. I just don't know where to go, how to start off a new life for me. I would love to change and make everything great. I'm just a square, I guess. Your plain old average, thirteen year old girl with no talents. I want the Roberta inside to show. I know that inside I am so creative and full of ideas, I just don't know where to start. But the two things I would never change are my best friends and my boyfriend. If I never had those two things, I wouldn't even be here right now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'd be six feet under.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I could go back into the past, I would change so many things..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'd make sure to have a great relationship with my father. That's too late now though. I would treat my friends better instead of shit. I would tell Kelly everyday that I loved him instead of putting him down. I would of been there for Cody when he needed me. It's too late for him now though .. I wish I could help. He's slowly fading away from the world. Even though we fought a lot, I still love him as a best friend and always will. I just wish he could of had a normal life. Him and Ryan should just run away together and never look back. And Melissa, I wish I could be with her every moment, I admire her. She's such a strong, amazing girl. And I wish I kept more in touch with Michelle, because she was one of the greatest friends I ever had. She was so understanding and knew how to cheer me up. I hope I don't part from Sarah, because she would be so hard to replace. So hard..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish I could change. I don't wanna be me. &amp;lt;/3&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I Love Him &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-11-23T02:36:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Today me and Kelly were apart for a few hours. I'd rather not get into the details, but I thought he was lying about something, and it turns out he wasn't.. or so I think. Anyway, it brought us closer and I love him so much. I feel like I can totally trust him now, which is a great feeling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today I picked up my two film CDs, and one CD was kind of messed up (but the negatives were fine) so we are getting them re-done and most likely getting those pictures back tomarrow. Here are a few from the Ellis Island Trip. : )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Tom eating .. lmao. And Chris!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/tom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once again, hahah. With Chris trying to get in..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/tom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What a freak! xD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/sarah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah! Homie sistah!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/mellissaandkristen21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Melissa &amp;amp; Kristen on the train.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/kelly11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MY BABY!! &amp;lt;333333333&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/chew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My teacher Mr. Gross. He's pretty cool. He organized the whole trip. Horray Mr. Gross!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/thegang.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From bottom: Mark, Sarah, Tom, Me, Kelly, Matt, Chris and Mark's Dad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/statue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do I take a good picture, or what?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/hobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some singing hobo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/birdies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tom feeding the seagulls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/meandkell.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Kelly! :D &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/meandkelly21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This picture is so beautiful. : ) I love him!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/meandkelly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And this is my favourite picture. Notice we're always kissing? &amp;lt;333333&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That's all for today! I will have more tomarrow. Stupid Eckard fucked up my other picture CD. Tata!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>You only realize how precious something is until it's gone..</title>
    <published>2004-11-21T03:56:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-21T03:56:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I just came back from Chan's party. I am going to miss that kid. It was fun, it was me, Kelly, Joannah, Steph, Jessica, Chan, Mike, Matt, Steve, Matt, his brother and some other girls I did not know. Everything was great until Jessica, Joannah and Steph left. Something happened between me and Kelly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I get nervous because, well, Matt and his brother do some bad things, and Kelly hangs around them and .. I am sacred he will give into peer pressure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I care about him too much. He was being kind of snotty about me caring for him,&amp;nbsp;so I called him an ass. Jesus fucking Christ, I love him and I don't want him to get hurt! We promised each other that we wouldn't do any drugs or drink. I stopped because I want to change, I want to turn my life around. We had a big fight, and right in the middle of it my mom was there to come pick me up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got up, and I just left.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I ran through the front door in the downpour, down the wet steps covoured by rain drenched leaves, and right to my mom's car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn't say goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn't look back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No hug.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No kiss.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No wave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One part of me is mad at myself..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But the other half is patting me on the back, telling me I did the right thing.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Subject?</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T23:10:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T23:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Hey there again, everyone. I am deciding to not neglect my journal today. -applause-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Ellis Island was awesome yesterday. I took plenty of pictures and I am getting them tomarrow from one hour photo, so I shall post them! Oh how I can't wait to get my digital camera.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Yesterday I put a blank CD in my CD player and it was the Goo Goo Dolls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I love them now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;All of their songs are great, espically "Name", "Iris", "Naked", "Acoustic #3", "Here Is Gone", "Black Balloon", and "Sympathy." I have always liked them, but I smell an obsession coming on. Hah, wow, I like so many different kinds of music.. Cradle of Filth, the Goo Goo Dolls, the Business, Elvis Presley, Depeche Mode.. wow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Micheal is going to China for SIX WEEKS! I am so sad. I will be like, Chan-less for a month and a half. Ugh. Well, just wait until he sees what we have in store for him tonight. : )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I feel like I am about to turn my life around. I have had a lot of confidence lately.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I can't wait to change everything. I can't wait to start all over, with the exception of my friends and Kelly. I would never give them up. &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;And even though the moment passed me by&lt;br&gt;I still can't turn away&lt;br&gt;Cuz all the dreams you never thought you'd lose&lt;br&gt;Got tossed along the way&lt;br&gt;And letters that you never meant to send&lt;br&gt;Got lost or thrown away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now we're grown up orphans&lt;br&gt;And never knew their names&lt;br&gt;We don't belong to no one&lt;br&gt;That's a shame&lt;br&gt;But you could hide beside me&lt;br&gt;Maybe for a while&lt;br&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br&gt;And I won't tell 'em your name&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And scars are souvenirs you never lose&lt;br&gt;The past is never far&lt;br&gt;Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?&lt;br&gt;Did you get to be a star?&lt;br&gt;And don't it make you sad to know that life&lt;br&gt;Is more than who we are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We grew up way too fast&lt;br&gt;And now there's nothing to believe&lt;br&gt;And reruns all become our history&lt;br&gt;A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio&lt;br&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br&gt;And I won't tell 'em your name&lt;br&gt;I won't tell em' your name&lt;br&gt;Oooh, oooh, oooh&lt;br&gt;I won't tell em' your name..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br&gt;But I don't need the same&lt;br&gt;It's lonely where you are&lt;br&gt;Come back down&lt;br&gt;And I won't tell 'em your name&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Blah blah blah.</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T18:39:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-11T18:39:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;First quarter of school is almost over, thank goodness. I might not get a great grade this quarter, but hey, I get to start off fresh soon. : ) Nothing much going on over here. Yesterday I got a down feather bed comforter and it's so comfy, I heart it. I am supposed to go the movies tonight with Kelly, Stephanie, Matt, Jessica, Steve and Joannah, so that should be fun. I haven't seen Joannah in about a bazillion years, so that should be cool.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have this bump on my lip. I think it might be a -pause for dramatic effect- COLDSORE. God dammit. Now I wonder who I might of got that from.. hmmn..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am bored, so I am going to do a boring survey. This one isn't insanley long&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;///Survey/// &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+ Clothes and stuff. - It's funny how almost all surveys start out like this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. What do people tend to label you as (i.e., Chav (townie) Prep, trendy, punk, Goth, mambo, skater etc): - I don't know, go ask them.. what is mambo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Do you choose to label yourself (if you do, what as?): Yes, 100% human.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Describe your dress sense: Erm, well, I like suit jackets, denim jackets, lepoard print skirts, makeup, boots, and necklaces.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;4. What are you wearing right now: A plain black tanktop, a black suit jacket with a pink collar that has black pinstripes, plain fitted blue&amp;nbsp;jeans, some old charcoal high-tops.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What jewellery are you wearing: Thin black and white checkered bracelet ( looks like from a goody bag from a birthday party or something ), a crimson and a navy blue hairties around wrist, elastic black choker with small pink beads, celtic cross necklace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. What makeup are you wearing? Black liquid eyeliner around whole eye, light pink eyeshadow, black mascara and some clear lipgloss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. What are you most known for wearing: My suit jacket. &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Friends wise – do you hang around with people who dress the same as you? No, all of my friends kind of dress differently than each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. What particular clothes style do you hate and why: Thongs sticking out, because most people wear thongs to HIDE the panty line, not to show off that you have floss up your ass.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Describe your hair: Down, shoulder length, curly, black, long bangs in front pushed to the side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Do you take pride in your appearance? Yeahno.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+ The opposite sex. (Or same, depending) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Would you say you were straight, gay or bi? I'm straight. I like boys. Men. Guys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. What is your attitude to gay relationships if you’re straight? I have plenty gay friends. : )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Do you know anyone who is gay or bi? Of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Who? I am afraid this isn't any of your business, Question #15.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Have you ever had a sexual experience with someone of the same sex? ...No.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Are you currently in a relationship? Yes. &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. If your answer is no – do you want to be? ------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Do you have a specific type in guys (or girls)? They need to have a good sense of humor, are loyal, sensative but speak their mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. What kind of people will you NOT go out with? Guys who just want girls for sex.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. What kind of people would you LOVE to go out with? People like Kelly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Do you have crushes (if so, who are they :::describe:::): Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. What song makes you feel most romantic? Anything acoustic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. What’s your age limit (you won’t go out with people older than…)? Fourteen. I like guys my own age, thanks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Would you go out with people younger than you? Only about a year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Are you in love? Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Have you ever been in love with someone who wasn’t available to you? No, that is called a crush, not love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+ Music &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. What song are you listening to now? Cock Sparrer - Take 'Em All.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Name 6 of your favourite bands and singers: Cradle of Filth, Morrissey &amp;amp; the Smiths, Stiff Little Fingers, The Virus, Elvis Presley and the Streets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. How often do you listen to music: 90% of when I am awake, hah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. How would you describe your music taste: I like a lot of different kinds of music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. Is the music you like a strong representation of you and your personality? I guess so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Can you sing, or are you in a band? Jackie wants me to be in her's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+ Favourites &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34.&amp;nbsp; Favourite Films (list a minimum of 3): A Clockwork Orange, Grease, The Breakfast Club and Wayne's World.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Favourite T.V shows (list 3): Umm.. I don't watch a lot of TV Shows.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Favourite Drinks (list 3): English Tea, Irish Coffee and Chocolate Chai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. Favourite Ethnic Food: Chinese.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. Favourite Snack Items (list 3): Oranges, Chocolate and Strawberries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;39. Favourite Books (list 3): Astrology in the Modern World, A Clockwork Orange and Still Life With Crows.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. Favourite Drawing Medium (ie. Pencil, Pastels, Conte, Charcoal): Pencil, I make many mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Favourite Cereals (list 2): Captian Crunch&amp;nbsp;and Special K with redberries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+ Family&amp;nbsp; Friends &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. Do you have a big family? Oh yes. A big, loud, Irish one at that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. Who are you closest to? My cousin Jessica.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;44. Do you get on better with your mum or your dad? Mum.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. Do you get along with your siblings? I'd say so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. Who lives with you? My mom, dad, brother, pets, and our tendent and her two kids who are my two very close friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. Are your parents divorced? They will be, soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;48. One best friend or a lot of friends? One close friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;49. Who was the last friend you hung out with, and what did you do? Jackie, we watched TV, ate cold burnt french fries and praticed guitar and bass.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;50. Who was the last friend you chatted with on the phone? Kelly. &amp;lt;333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;51. Is there one particular thing you can do with one friend that you can’t do with any of the others? Yeah. Hahah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;52. Who can you tell all your secrets to? Kelly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;53. Who was the last friend you were annoyed with and why? Cody, because he's a dick sometimes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;54. Which friend do you share most in common with? Matt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+ Random questions &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;55. Do you have a mobile phone? No, I am poor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;56. What make is it? ---------&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;57. What do you use it for? -----------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;58. Who is the first person listed in your phone (book): America Online, hahah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;59. What’s the situation with the weather right now, where you are? Sunny, but with grey and white clouds, the weirdest clouds I have ever seen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;60. Do you like rain? Love it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;61. What time is it? 1:31 PM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;62. What are you having for dinner? I am not quite sure yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;63. What are you going to do tomorrow? School. x_o&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;64. What was the last movie you watched? Bushwacked. Hahah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;65. What are your favourite names? Of what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;66. What’s your favourite take out food? Chinese.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;67. In single words (not sentences) describe your personality: Unconfident. Daydreamer. Romantic. Boring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;68. Name a few people you can’t stand: Roberta. She's such a bitch. I hate her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;69. When was the last time you laughed hysterically and why? Today, because my dog fell off the couch.. aww.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;70. When was the last time you were scared and why? I forget, really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;71. How old are your grandparents? I have none.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;72. What’s your nearest church called? I have no clue, I've never been to church.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;73. The last time you ate birthday cake? -thinks- My dad's birthday. I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;74. The last book you read? Blacklist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;75. The next book you’re going to read? A Clockwork Orange.. again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;76. Do you have fantasies (Whether sexual or not, you tell me): Oh yes. ;D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;77. Who was the last person who showed you affection? Kelly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;78. What’s your favourite Shakespeare play? I like a lot of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;79. When you go into a bookshop, which section do you head for? Horror / Suspense. ;P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;80. When was the last time you were so overly annoyed, you wanted to scream blue murder: Blue murder? Sounds&amp;nbsp;like something my aunt would say.. hmm.. this morning.&amp;nbsp;Brother&amp;nbsp;was being a bitch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;81. Who was the last person you spoke to through IM: Stephanie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;82. What’s the date today? Novemeber 11th.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;83. If you died, what song would you want to be played at your funeral: Emo music? xD&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>Party time, EXCELLENT!</title>
    <published>2004-11-07T02:02:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-07T02:04:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/waynesworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;woo-hoo! wayne's world! wayne's world! party time, excellent!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah shall now tag my LJ entry..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Yo yo yo this is my segment of this entry yo! Do Dlo Do! Do Dlo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I am such a slacker.</title>
    <published>2004-11-06T14:20:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-06T14:20:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I really do feel guilty when I don't update my journal. Isn't that sick? Anyhow, nothing quite intresting happened this week. I went to the library, ate 2 whole boxes of chocolate in five minutes, went to see Saw [hah, seesaw] with Kelly yesterday, Bush won the election [insert hardcore anti-bush comment here] and erm, went to school. The schoolday sucked yesterday, because in the beginning of Math [how ironic], I started feeling nauseus and having terrible cramps. I felt like a little elf or something was in my body, squeezing my intestines. Not good! So I went to the nurse, and I could hardly stand anymore, so I went to sleep on one of the beds. I woke up around the beginning of 9th, when I heard someone spelling Kelly's last name. And Kelly was there! A teacher made him go there because Jeanette kicked him in the nuts. Aww. I felt a lot better, so I went to Science and finished up the flame test lab..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Halloween was also nice. I hung out with my lovely baby Kelly. : )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am supposed to be hanging out with Sarah today. I am happy about that. But..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a problem again. A biiiiiig problem. A problem that I can only tell people I can trust.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can I trust you?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am not quite sure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But the 'problem' makes me feel terrible. I wish I could change it, I really could. But I can't. And I don't know why this problem is happening. I wish I could change how I felt. I wish I could..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am the worst girlfriend ever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;lt;/3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>To My Love..</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T20:44:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-29T20:44:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The great love that I had for you &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;is gone, and I find that my dislike for you &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;grows everyday. when I see you, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do not even want to look at your face, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the one thing that i want to do is to &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;look at other guys. I never wanted to &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;marry you. Our last conversation &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;was very boring and has not &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;made me look forward to seeing you again. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think only of yourself and no one else. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If we were married, I know that I would find &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;life very difficlut, and I would have no &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;pleasure in living with you. I have a heart &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;to give, but it is not something &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;that I want to give you. No one is more &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;foolish and selfish then you are, and you are not &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;able to care for me and help me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sincerely want you to understand that &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I speak the truth. You will do me a favor &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if you end our relationship. Do not try &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;to answer this. Your letters are full of &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;things that do not interest me. You have no &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;true love for me. Believe me, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do not care for you. Please do not think that &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am still your girlfriend. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Read 'inbetween' the lines &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;lt;33 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;i.e. every other line&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Subjects suck.</title>
    <published>2004-10-28T19:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-28T19:37:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Today was boring. Still sick, so I stayed home. I should be able to go to school tomarrow, though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I hope Kelly calls me, it would make me feel so much better. &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But you know, he has things to do, people to see, places to go, and he can't always worry about me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;So, I spent my day making works of art. I uploaded a few, wish to see?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/fishin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/xwhitewolfx121/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am so artistic, it's overwhelming, eh? Perhaps one day you will all be as creative as me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm sick, bored and tired. Perhaps I'll go .. go do something productive like .. re-alphabetize my bottlecap collection. =\&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sick. : (</title>
    <published>2004-10-28T02:12:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-28T02:12:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I didn't go to school today, but instead me and my mother went to the doctor's. It turns out that I have a sinus infection, and she had bronchitus. Great, eh? Hopefully I'll be feeling well for Halloween.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It feels like I haven't been to the library forever. And I was just there on Monday. ;\ I&amp;nbsp;miss my friends so much. I really do. I wish I could be either closer with some of them or make&amp;nbsp;some new ones. I wish I had a best friend that I could hang out with everyday, and we'd do everything together. ah, that'd be grand. Of course Sarah and Lauren are very close to me, I just want to see them both more. Sadly, Lauren's kind of fading away. She has other friends, never comes by, and ever calls. It's very depressing. But nobody likes a moody bitch, so I will just shut up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Anyway, how's life for you all? My throat's all scratchy. Ow-ness. : (&amp;nbsp; I think I shall make some green tea.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Did you know there's a lunar eclipse tonight? 9:14, I hear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Can't wait. :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Horrorpops!</title>
    <published>2004-10-27T00:26:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-27T00:26:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Nothing much to write except..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CHECK OUT THE HORRORPOPS!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They're a sort of a horrorpunk / rockabilly band.. they are awesome.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/horrorpops"&gt;Clicky or else&lt;/a&gt;!! &amp;lt;333 (( please listen to&amp;nbsp;'Where They Wander'.&amp;nbsp;:D ))&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's been nine days.</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T15:35:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T15:35:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sorry I don't update much anymore.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;Here's what's been happeneing..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to the library a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanging out with Kelly, Anthony and Richie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering why my brother's friend asked me out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Irish Cream coffee ( good shit ).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and loving Kelly, as always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But why am I still so sad? I'll tell you why.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I wish I was pretty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;whenever I say that, people&amp;nbsp;reply&amp;nbsp;"ooh roberta you are gorgeous! such a pretty&amp;nbsp; face and beautiful eyes.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;No. I wish I was thin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm sick of being fat. I've been fat my whole life. I am always 'the fat girl'.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Perhaps I can go on a bit of a diet, or excersise way more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But that's too hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ugh, fuck it, I don't know what the fuck I am talking about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;lt;///////3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>My poor, neglected LJ.</title>
    <published>2004-10-16T01:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-16T01:34:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hello again everyone. I felt the need to post.. I feel guilty if I don't. ;\&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Anyway, things are normal I guess.. still my negative, boring, paranoid self.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This morning was kind of odd. I put a mixed CD with Elvis, Blondie, The Smiths and Madonna and Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cheap&amp;nbsp;Trick, the Goo&amp;nbsp;Goo Dolls&amp;nbsp;and my mom knew the words to every song. Even "Heaven Knows I'm Miserble Now." I guess you learn something new everyday. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm pretty happy right now though, because I get to see kelly tomarrow. I'm going to his cousin's birthday party. Hah, I feel so loved. &amp;lt;33&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I love Kelly so much. I love him x2384762387562348728562345 etc etc. Yep yep. He's such a lovely person. I can't wait until I can wake up each morning with him laying next to me .. so I can watch him sleep, and just imagine what he might be dreaming about. I just can't wait until I can wake him up with a soft kiss and wash away the remants of his slumber. I can't wait until I can tell him 'get up honey, it's time to get ready for work'. The other day we just layed in my bed and slept for about five minutes. And I never had a better feeling in my life. I love just laying there with him, not saying a word. I love looking into his eyes and thinking about our future. But most of all, I love kissing him. I'm addicted to it, and no rehab can get me off of it. I swear, he's the world's best kisser. You know that feeling you get when you're just about to go upsidedown on a rollercoaster? That's the feeling I get when I kiss him. Excitement. Fun. I bet you all are getting sick of me saying how much I love him, but I can't help it. That ring he gave me, I never take it off. I feel naked without it. He's so beautiful. He's so charming. Oh how I love him. &amp;lt;333333&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>Lmao.</title>
    <published>2004-10-09T19:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-09T19:55:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I found this, and I had the need to post it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>Blah.</title>
    <published>2004-10-09T02:03:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-09T02:03:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Well, it looks as if my little two week vacation from LiveJournal kind of helped. I'm back to being obsessed with posting. hah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm still thinking of that whole being in 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' movie-thing. I used to want to act and stuff until I lost that dream .. just like all of my other ones. Don't get me wrong, great book and all, and it would be fun making a film with my friends, but blahh, I just feel funny. I feel like I am .. taking back what I said or something. Maybe I just have too much pride .. but pride of what? Pride in giving up?&amp;nbsp;I don't know. ;\ I'm a pretty boring person who preffers to be alone yet - needs attention. Aren't I a confusing person or what? I don't even know what I feel.&amp;nbsp;Jeez, I wish I was braver. And stronger. And smarter...and prettier...and nicer...and more open minded...and honest...and ... I know everybody can't be perfect, but I'd like to be more of a better person. But me sitting my fat lazy ass on the computer chair, ranting in a Livejournal that nobody reads.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;At times, I question what love really is. Is it something that makes you feel 100% great?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But with every love, there is a heart-break.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I feel very &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;. O_O;;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;br&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br&gt;The shine of which has caught my eye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;NO, STOP! AHHH!!! ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br&gt;I am selfish&lt;br&gt;I am wrong&lt;br&gt;I am right&lt;br&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br&gt;I swear I knew it all alonggggg&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;By the way, I don't even know what contemplative even means. Whatever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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