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  <title>Rachel</title>
  <subtitle>Rachel</subtitle>
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    <name>Rachel</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-09T04:51:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:98216</id>
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    <title>holler.</title>
    <published>2008-09-09T04:51:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-09T04:51:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to start writing in this thing again, even if nobody reads it. If some people do, that's rad. That makes me feel like my thoughts are worth something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was power to the peaceful. I had an amazing time despite tripping the fuck out on a brownie that lydia and I split. Michael Franti was rad. Seeing random people was awkward, due to my state of mind haha. To everyone who saw me that day, sorry, I'm not normally that retarded, promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of subject- college. I have to apply soon, like a month. I'm not really nervous because I don't see how I couldn't get into SSU, but I feel like I should be applying to more schools- even if I can't afford them. It's a bummer to have to settle for what's sensible. I've never really been one to do that. I always seem to want everything, even if it's out of my grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am single. For the first time in a long while. It feels weird. Like everything I thought I knew before with Blake, I'm having to learn again on my own. But I think it's good for us to take a break from eachother. I could honestly see us getting back together in like a year and possibly getting married. But nobody understands my logic except for me and Blake haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis also just started. We've had try-outs for like a month and finally Ms. Merry decided on a ladder for the games. First game is this Thursday vs. Montgomery, I'm kinda stoked? I think lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah this entry is way too long. Whatevs. l8r.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:97699</id>
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    <title>fuckingspecial_ @ 2008-05-19T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T03:42:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T03:42:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3 days until I get my SAT results back.&lt;br /&gt;3 days until my AP Eng.Comp. presentation.&lt;br /&gt;10 days until I get my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;11 days until I'm out of school.&lt;br /&gt;12 days until I'm in Maui. &lt;br /&gt;23 days until I can legally drive people around.&lt;br /&gt;38 days until the one year anniversary of me and Blake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:97500</id>
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    <title>LOL.</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T22:00:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T22:00:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/funny-graphs-indexed-irksome.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:97255</id>
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    <title>ranting</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T04:33:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T04:33:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm feeling really anxious lately. i'm so done with high school. it's boring. i just want to get started already. i want to be in college persuing careers and working towards building a foundation for my adult LIFE. i want to live in a cute little apartment and go to school and work at trader joe's and just be independent! i'm so sick of high school bullshit and pointless busy work in all my classes (fucking ms.swehla's is the death of me, i swear to god). it's just so frustrating being stuck. time can't go by fast enough. i'm so excited that this year is almost over. then senior year....just typing all this out makes me feel a little relieved already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a complete other note: i'm really nervous for DCON. everyone like fran, caroline, trinh, and kimberely are already really good friends with eachother. they're kind of like a clique that i'm afraid won't really accept me. so i'll just be a big loner on the dcon trip. i really hope not though. i really suck at thinking positively. i guess i'm in a worrying mood. i dont know. i should just stop typing right now. haha. thank god rock of love is on, love that show, as trashy as it may be.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:96989</id>
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    <title>honestly,</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T14:47:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T14:47:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm trying so hard. And you still think I suck. &lt;br /&gt;making friends is so fucking difficult. it'd be easier if everyone didn't judge the hell out of me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:96351</id>
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    <title>jenga of the mind</title>
    <published>2008-01-12T07:38:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-12T07:38:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Driving to school this morning, my ipod is on shuffle, a certain song comes on and triggers old memories, instantly brought down, the 'what if's' couldn't escape my mind all day. the entire day. i feel like i've thrown so many people away. i can count my loves on one full hand. that's excessive. i get attatched, rejected, and then i detatch myself completely. things are so good right now it scares me. i'm waiting for someone to pull that bottom jenga stick that will make my entire tower of flourishing life collapse. pfft, what a slippery slope fallacie.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:96177</id>
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    <title>JUNO</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T07:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T07:49:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is a fucking good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/red_galleries/michael-cera-400ds0705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're in love, even if he doesn't know it yet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:95878</id>
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    <title>Hah, people</title>
    <published>2007-11-23T06:08:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-23T06:08:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please stop trying to "improve" yourself with material things&lt;br /&gt;No, that $400 purse won't make people like you more&lt;br /&gt;No, getting a manicure won't make you more friends&lt;br /&gt;No, dying your hair won't make you more out-going&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for who you are- what you are- and what shaped you &lt;br /&gt;Embrace who you are for chris-sake, because honestly, you're kind of stuck with yourself for a while. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not pointing any fingers, I'm just trying to raise a white flag for all too see.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:95434</id>
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    <title>life is good man.</title>
    <published>2007-09-06T00:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-06T00:09:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">juice shack fired me (OVER IT), Joe was such a douche bag manager. sorry i couldn't work at juice shack more than i went to school, dick head. but as i said, OVER IT i'm gonna work at starbucks :) &lt;br /&gt;blake now lives 3+ hours away, which-yes, is shitty but we got this. we're strong people. &lt;br /&gt;school is stressful, AP English is stressful. but i got an A on my history test yesterday so i'm pretty pumped off that :)&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna go to trader joe's with my mommy and buy awesome food ! life rules, get a helmet! lol.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:95202</id>
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    <title>long distance relationships.</title>
    <published>2007-08-23T04:48:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-23T04:48:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">work for some and don't for others. we're really fucking in love- so i have my optimism to get me by (lol) ugh, man. i dont know how all of this is going to work out. im fucking scared out of my mind.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:94899</id>
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    <title>damn dude</title>
    <published>2007-08-03T07:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T07:05:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shit is going hella good right now. blake and i are finally dating after like a month of shit just being like undeclared lol. my job is sick. summer ending is going to fuck everything up.&lt;br /&gt;im bracing myself.</content>
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    <title>damnit.</title>
    <published>2007-07-01T18:47:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-01T18:47:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if he wasn't leaving for college in 2 months, i'd be way more stoked off him. &lt;br /&gt;it's all good though, i'm gonna take shit lightly and enjoy my summer.</content>
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    <title>summer is here</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T05:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T05:53:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and i'm not as instantaneously happy as i thought i would be.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:93730</id>
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    <title>i cant help it</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T05:47:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T05:47:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the biggest thing i miss about being in a relationship, &lt;br /&gt;is cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i lose.</content>
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    <title>fuckingspecial_ @ 2007-05-01T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-02T04:52:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-02T04:52:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things that bother me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;neck cramps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;muggy weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tanya braunstein (my photography teacher from the pits of hell and doom)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having stupid/ugly/large feet that don't look cute in high heels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people say they're going to call you back and then completely blow you off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read the previous one again because it needs to be emphasized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lauren ford being grounded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my un-tan feet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not being able to find a ford escape with less than 100,000 miles on it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my bangs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freckles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smelly socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when mark throws away the perfectly good peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;this week just isn't a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i'm stoked off of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school ending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:91526</id>
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    <title>thank fucking jesus.</title>
    <published>2007-04-15T00:19:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-15T00:19:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sophmore year is almost over. hopefully jr&amp;amp;senior year will go by just as fast. high school has been the stupidest years of my life.</content>
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    <title>shit.</title>
    <published>2007-04-08T21:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-09T04:51:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate dating. it's too fucking difficult.&lt;br /&gt;i liked last night though. being myself was so easy. &lt;br /&gt;however, i have a feeling i'm just setting myself up to be let down. all assumptions aside, only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it's been forever since i posted a picture via LJ. so, yeah. here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="400" height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/yeahimrachel/IMG_6116.jpg" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:90934</id>
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    <title>it should be easy to forget someone,</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T05:36:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T05:36:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when you haven't seen them since last august. this summer is going to be the same as all the other previous months, no contact. except the difference is instead of there being 5,000 miles between us, there's only 15.</content>
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    <title>fuckingspecial_ @ 2007-03-30T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T06:21:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T06:21:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drink up baby&lt;br /&gt; Stay up all night&lt;br /&gt; With the things you could do&lt;br /&gt; You won't but you might&lt;br /&gt; The potential you'll be&lt;br /&gt; But you'll never see&lt;br /&gt; The promises you'll only make&lt;br /&gt; Drink up with me now&lt;br /&gt; And forget all about&lt;br /&gt; The pressure of days&lt;br /&gt; Do what I say&lt;br /&gt; And I'll make you okay&lt;br /&gt; Drive them away&lt;br /&gt; The images stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt; People you've been before&lt;br /&gt; That you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt; That push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt; I'll keep them still &lt;br /&gt; Drink up baby&lt;br /&gt; Look at the stars&lt;br /&gt; I'll kiss you again&lt;br /&gt; Between the bars&lt;br /&gt; Where I'm seeing you there&lt;br /&gt; With your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt; Waiting to finally be caught&lt;br /&gt; Drink up one more time&lt;br /&gt; And I'll make you mine&lt;br /&gt; Keep you apart&lt;br /&gt; Deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt; Separate from the rest&lt;br /&gt; Where I like you the best&lt;br /&gt; And keep the things you forgot&lt;br /&gt; The people you've been before&lt;br /&gt; That you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt; That push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt; I'll keep them still.</content>
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    <title>16 doesn't feel any different.</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T02:52:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T02:52:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my birthday wasn't as good as anticipated.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckingspecial_:90209</id>
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    <title>LOL</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T22:18:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T22:18:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i guess im having a fling. a spring fling. high school is so funny, haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm loving it.</content>
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    <title>fuckingspecial_ @ 2007-03-15T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T01:23:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T01:23:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;If I could open my arms&lt;br /&gt;And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,&lt;br /&gt;I'd bring it to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Making a lake of the East River and Hudson&lt;br /&gt;If I could open my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Wide enough for a marching band to march out&lt;br /&gt;They would make your name sing&lt;br /&gt;And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;To see in all directions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a beautiful view&lt;br /&gt;If you were never aware of what was around you&lt;br /&gt;And it is true what you said&lt;br /&gt;That I live like a hermit in my own head&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun shines again&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole&lt;br /&gt;Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound&lt;br /&gt;But while you debate half empty or half full&lt;br /&gt;It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>hey,</title>
    <published>2007-03-05T03:21:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-05T03:21:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love you like a rap kid loves breaks.</content>
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    <title>update:</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T06:07:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T06:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i saw music and lyrics. cutest movie ever. kinda made me an optimist; kinda.</content>
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    <title>the only hobby i have</title>
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    <content type="html">is now almost impossible. with every gliding step i take a sharp needle like pain shoots through out my knees. i have a brace, it doesn't help. running is the only thing i have. the only thing im almost good at. it can't be taken away from me like this.&amp;nbsp; if my knees don't stop spazzing i dont know what i'll do. im distraught as fuck.</content>
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