<?xml version='1.0' encoding='utf-8' ?>
<!--  If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/  -->
<rss version='2.0' xmlns:lj='http://www.livejournal.org/rss/lj/1.0/'>
<channel>
  <title>now we&apos;re tangeld up with eachother</title>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/</link>
  <description>now we&apos;re tangeld up with eachother - LiveJournal.com</description>
  <lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 15:43:26 GMT</lastBuildDate>
  <generator>LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com</generator>
  <lj:journal>retroo__</lj:journal>
  <lj:journaltype>personal</lj:journaltype>
  <image>
    <url>http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/28565397/6084107</url>
    <title>now we&apos;re tangeld up with eachother</title>
    <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/</link>
    <width>90</width>
    <height>68</height>
  </image>

<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22851.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 15:43:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22851.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;ATTENTION; I HAVE A NEW JOURNAL, YES.. YES ANOTHER JOURNAL. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;fishnet_heart&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://fishnet-heart.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://fishnet-heart.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;fishnet_heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ADD ME THERE. MKAY, MUCH LOVE NEGROS. NOW GO THERE. &amp;amp; COMMENT,&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; I&apos;LL ADD YOU.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22851.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22687.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 15:22:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FABRIC SOFTER &amp;lt;3.</title>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22687.html</link>
  <description>right, well OSS still sucks. i have so much homework to do, &amp; i don&apos;t even get the math shit. oh well, i really don&apos;t care. i&apos;ve been thinking about it &amp; the last few journal entries have nothing to do with diabetic. i guess i&apos;ll fill you in, we haven&apos;t hung out for a while &amp; he&apos;s found this beautiful girl, ashley peters. i&apos;m not upset at all, &amp; i&apos;m not sure why. the only thing that annoys me is how much time i wasted on him. which wasn&apos;t really wasted, because those two months we&apos;re probally the funnest months (with the exception of summer&apos;04) of my life. we&apos;re still friends though, &amp; that&apos;s definatly good. i have to pee really badly, wow. for the past two weeks, every eyelash that fell out &amp; every 11:11 i&apos;ve been wishing mike will call. isn&apos;t that sad? i hope he calls before june, where he turns 18. i want to hear his voiiiice. vagina vagina vagina.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22687.html</comments>
  <lj:music>laundry mat, god i&apos;m ghetto.</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>bored</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22056.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 16:17:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22056.html</link>
  <description>last night at 11:21, i came to the conclusion that i am in love with mike granahan, that OSS sucks, &amp; that cocacola taste very good</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/22056.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>full</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/21534.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 00:17:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/21534.html</link>
  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/floodd026.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissy me &amp; alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/ae62dd01.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzzard &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/2b2c8340.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my splash! heheheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/f726a98e.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; chrissy&apos;s back. nobody would help me out of the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/9c9e6a17.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissy &amp; me. look at my face, ahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/98dbe162.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia &amp; i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v149/crypticxluver/floodd023.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissy me &amp; alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there&apos;s more but i&apos;m lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/21534.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/21199.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 23:35:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/21199.html</link>
  <description>good weekend. other then friday.. cause you know OSS &amp; didn&apos;t get to go out. but saturday i picked up frankie &amp; chrissy &amp; we got dropped off at alicia&apos;s house :) then we got all ready &amp; went down to the lake. haha, &amp; there&apos;s like this old spinny thing &amp; frankie was in the middle running with alicia &amp; then alicia jumped up &amp; frankie stayed down &amp; she couldn&apos;t stop it so she just kept running &amp; her board shorts were falling off. ah, i guess you had to be there. it was funnnnny. then we got in the boat &amp; rowed over to the clear spot in the creek whatever that didn&apos;t have algee. that was exciting. i couldn&apos;t get back in the boat for a while; so painful. then a little later alicia&apos;s back yard forest thing was on fire &amp; there were fire trucks everywhere. &amp; frankie&apos;s mother came &amp; picked her up cause she had work-o in the morning. yep. so then later later after eating everything in the world alicia chrissy &amp; me went down to adrianne&apos;s house. that was so much fun. we made macaroni &amp; cheese &amp; danced in bathing suits with the black light hahah. yeah sexy stuff. then we were all in the closet &amp; i brought up mike &amp; adrianne told me about her experience with mike. &amp; mike&apos;s experience with other ladies. i&apos;m upset, but not upset. i don&apos;t know. anyway, from there we whipped out the year books. &amp; i found out mike has a new girlfriend. wow. hahaw;lekrja;lwksdj she&apos;s so fucking fat &amp; so fucking ugly. i&apos;m not even saying that because YEAH i&apos;m definatly jealous but dammmmn mike you could do so much better then that to make my ass jealous. haha whoa. yeah &amp; we had to sleep in the closet, very uncomfortable. adrianne got her nice bed &amp; i was stuck in a closet with my legs bent the way they couldn&apos;t bend. in the morning we snuck out her window &amp; ran by the horses hehe &amp; then got home &amp; took a piss &amp; got some DEE-OH FOR OUR BEE-OH :D  then walked to the flea market, then to the winery, then her mom found us on the road &amp; drove us home &amp; then we went SWIMMING again &amp; watched her mom wash the horse &amp; all this other stuff. haha, &amp; we went to giant to go food shopping, wow, that was fucking funny. we were like running around singing &amp; screaming &quot;BEEO0PPP&quot; (rent night at the roxbury &amp; you&apos;ll understand) i love christine manach &amp; alicia frattone. i&apos;m calling mike tonight, is that bad? i&apos;m kinda sorta not really but yes really nervous. oh well, grow up emily sera &amp;hearts;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/21199.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>cranky</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/20776.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 16:08:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/20776.html</link>
  <description>you&apos;re probally wondering why i&apos;m at my house when it&apos;s 12:05 &amp; we get out at 2:35. story time to the max: my day was going extremly good. but when i got to second period, a few minutes after the bell rang andrew &amp; cory were looking over to eachother laughing &amp; wouldn&apos;t tell me what they were laughing about. so that came clear that it was about me. i kind of just brushed it off, untill andrew decided to be cory&apos;s partner, &amp; not mine &amp; then while walking to the back of the room he gave me the dirtest look. &amp; then him &amp; cory were laughing, &amp; decided to have shane assalone join in. my history with shane assalone is something i really don&apos;t want to type. he&apos;s just basically a jerk &amp; pervert. so, they keep laughing &amp; i&apos;m sitting there with jesc &amp; chris pretending everything is okay, like usual, &amp; then finally i turn around &amp; i&apos;m like &quot;if you have something to say to me, say it to my fucking face&quot; &amp; they were pretending they didn&apos;t know what i was saying. &amp; then i got up &amp; went over to shane &amp; i&apos;m like &quot;say it to my face&quot; &amp; he said something, but i don&apos;t remember, &amp; then.. i grabbed his hair, threw his head on the desk &amp; started to punch him very hard over &amp; over. &amp; then finally a stopped &amp; the teacher came over &amp; was like &quot;emily stop it stop itttt&quot; &amp; then he said something &amp; i was like &quot;suck a fucking dick&quot; &amp; then started punching him again (my fist was very red &amp; hurt really bad) &amp; then delvon grabbed my arm &amp; hugged me &amp; i cryed really hard. yeaaaaahh, &amp; then i had to go to the guidence office, &amp; then the office-office, &amp; now i have five days OSS (out of school suspension) better then in school, right? the only bad thing about this is that it&apos;s my second offense &amp; now i have this large chance of going to this juvenile camp. i seem like sucha bad kid, but i&apos;m really not. everything that was built up inside of me basically went out on shane. &apos;everything&apos; as in the constent fights with my family, being told i&apos;m fat, bad grades, everything. i dont&apos; even regret it, &amp; i want to. but i don&apos;t.. haha, that kid deserved it. &amp; now i feel better. i should be grounded for a while, &amp; i&apos;m hoping my mom will let me out tonight.. but everything will get better.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/20776.html</comments>
  <lj:music>marilyn manson; slut garden</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>sad</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/20439.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2005 19:15:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/20439.html</link>
  <description>hellooo ladies &amp;hearts; today was very very very good. there&apos;s not that much that made it good, but nothing was bad. so, good day. first second &amp; third period we did nothing. well actually second period we did a bunch of math, but i didn&apos;t do anything. therefore, nothing done. i kind of just sat with andrew, mike &amp; cory &amp; talked about cory&apos;s adventure up kayla&apos;s shirt &amp; other random things. theeen we had to go back to homeroom, &amp; i was one of the lucky bitches who had to go to mr. hannah&apos;s or wahtever his name is room to do the PSSA testing. which by the way, wasn&apos;t that boring. his room smelt like thanksgiving. you know, spilt beer &amp; dry turkey that everybody thinks taste amazing but you. we had first lunch, so we all go to the lunch room &amp; watch the lucky ninth graders &amp; seventh graders leave. &amp; i get into the lunch room, sit with the losers. really, drama club losers who need to get A&apos;s or they&apos;ll cry. but then for less then five seconds of sitting i spotted andrew in the back with hot guys &amp; sam zirrilo so i went &amp; sat with him. that was pretty intresting. farting guys throwing pizza crust at me. well andrew was the only one throwing pizza crust at me. then we went back up, did the testing. &amp; then the bell rang, finally, &amp; i got to my locker only to see the lovely becki messler waiting for me. then we got halfway down the stairs &amp; andrew was there waiting for us, so we all walked out of the school &amp; then tryed to get on becki&apos;s bus but that didn&apos;t work so i ended up going back to my bus &amp; sat in the third seat to the back. it&apos;s been so long since i sat in the back. actually since sixth grade, which seems really long ago. i saw mike walking to work. random, yes. my boob itches really badly &amp; i think i&apos;m going to go to frankie&apos;s &amp; co. now &amp;hearts;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/20439.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19986.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 00:57:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19986.html</link>
  <description>i&apos;m updating again because i can. after my guitar lesson i walked up to becki&apos;s house, were we got all prettied-up. so we go to mcdonalds, &amp; frankie meets us there. &amp; yes, we eat food. because that&apos;s excatly what i need on my face, another zit. i can&apos;t help it, those fucking french fries man. anyway, then becki frankie &amp; me leave to go to meet up with claire at becki&apos;s house to go to jaynays. but then we found out jaynay doesn&apos;t live were we thought she lived, so we ended up hanging out with jj &amp; nicky. which was fine, nicky&apos;s kind of weird though, but it&apos;s cool. then jj asked if we wanted to smoke, &amp; i was the only one that said yes. but he didn&apos;t have &apos;dutch&apos; ..so yeah no smoking. it probally was a bad idea too considering my mom was coming in a half hour. haha, yeah &amp; we all ended up hanging out across from ramsey park. &amp; fucking travis silfee was there. one hot fucking kid. claire ended up being all over him like bending over &amp; he&apos;s like &quot;you&apos;re a crack head&quot; &amp; saying weird things like that while taking drags from his cigarrette. i forget the point of this story cause i like put the box down for an hour. jon said i&apos;m like a stalker, i really don&apos;t care anymore. if he wants me, he can have me. but i&apos;m not going to chase him. he&apos;s really cute</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19986.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19789.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 20:40:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19789.html</link>
  <description>school was strange today. andrew wasn&apos;t that talkative, &amp; it seemed like there was less people in the hallways. i hope they&apos;re like, dead. i don&apos;t like a lot of the kids in my school. i know why too. it&apos;s because most of them are so mean to just random kids. take jame&apos;s burkholder for instists (sp?) everybody in the world makes fun of you. just because he&apos;s over 250lbs with bleech blonde hair &amp; wheres very tight sweat pants &amp; picks his nose gives us no reason to make fun of him. yeah &amp; all the girls have the same hair cuts. those bangs, those mother-fucking-bangs.  annyway, back to my day: ther&apos;es nothing else to type about. that always happens. swimming was most definalty hard core shit. diabetic is now all mine, well not..really.. but kayla&apos;s dating ryan now. so it&apos;s cool. &amp; jon, i don&apos;t know. i&apos;m pretty intresting, nobody jumps on a trampolein topless with there two best friends. nobody eats ice cream out of cups or has a hot pink fuzzy rug with andrew&apos;s old math folder tapped to her wall. i&apos;m so unique, so rad. so JON SHOULD LIKE ME. i&apos;m off to guitar lessons, &amp; then becki&apos;s. karli martin&apos;s a ghetto-ghetto-gangster &amp; i need a shower.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19789.html</comments>
  <lj:music>sugarray; runaway</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>amused</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19636.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 01:29:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19636.html</link>
  <description>it&apos;s cause i&apos;m not intresting. he doens&apos;t find me intresting. he doens&apos;t like me because i&apos;m not intresting. i have tin foil stuck in my braces, becki&apos;s cat died, &amp; i&apos;m upset over this adorable guy that doestn&apos; find me intresting.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19636.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19281.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 00:48:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19281.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;today sucked. i basically sat on my ass by the computer all day while drinking water &amp;amp; having to twice an hour. then dorothy rented garden state, which i watched as soon as i got home. &amp;amp; then after the movie i went on aol, where i talked to &lt;font color=&quot;#ff6666&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. nothing good happened. it just made me sad. i thought that he&apos;d like me, but that definatly didn&apos;t work out. maybe i&apos;ll get him to change his mind; if i ever see him again. maybe it&apos;s my lack of abercrombie clothes that boys don&apos;t like about me.&lt;em&gt; i&apos;m a great girl.&lt;/em&gt; i&apos;m even italian. &amp;amp; i&apos;m funny. come on JON LIKE ME&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: are we really going to hangout when your not busy. or was that justu a nice way to say no. &lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: don&apos;t want to get my hopes up.&lt;br&gt;jonsterbater: i dont know&lt;br&gt;jonsterbater: im rarely not busy&lt;br&gt;jonsterbater: i doubt there will be a chance we hang out&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: haha. that blows&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: so does that mean they&apos;ll never be a chance that you&apos;ll like me? or that i&apos;ll kiss you? .. i dont&apos; like to waste time.&lt;br&gt;jonsterbater: i doubt thats gonna happen&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: oh. well that blows even more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19281.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19004.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 03:37:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WITH SOME OTHER GGUUUUUUY</title>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19004.html</link>
  <description>TIPYOURr HOOKERs: nobodies listening to me. ah buy me a car&lt;br /&gt;ShinyToaster336: no&lt;br /&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: yes.&lt;br /&gt;ShinyToaster336: sorry&lt;br /&gt;ShinyToaster336: i cant&lt;br /&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: fine.&lt;br /&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: why can&apos;t you&lt;br /&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: robert.&lt;br /&gt;ShinyToaster336: cause i dont have enough money&lt;br /&gt;ShinyToaster336: and if i did&lt;br /&gt;ShinyToaster336: i would probably end up buying a lot of fruit snacks instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;--rob m (boo)=funny ass kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updating &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. haha, yeah so i&apos;m left with nothign to do tonight. alicia &amp; i had all these great plans but none of them worked. becki frankie dan andrew &amp; apparently diabetic are all hanging out at andrew&apos;s. GEE, THANKS FOR INVITING ME GUYS. can i say &apos;left out&apos;? it&apos;s cool though. i want to talk to jon.. &amp; diabetic. A;LKSJE;RLK boys.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/19004.html</comments>
  <lj:music>justin timberlake; cry me a river HEHE</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>awake</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18839.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2005 20:36:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18839.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/00aliciaandemily.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Alicia&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/000aliciagum.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/0000allicaandiiiiii190743432.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alicia and Krissy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/000allofus.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/0000aw.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/00meandemily.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/000alliodus002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18839.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18327.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2005 03:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18327.html</link>
  <description>yeah so i just got back from the best night in a while. let&apos;s start from the beging. i picked up alicia, &amp; we got dropped off at this open mic thing at the highschool. we got into the cafeteria &amp; it was full of really good looking people. dark, redish lights, music &amp;hearts; we sat down with KRISSY hehe. haha, yeah that was so much fun. those girls, whoa. i laughed so hard over the stupidest things. yeaah &amp; then i realized mike was there. haha, that made things weird. alicia krissy &amp; i went to go to the bathroom, &amp; i stopped &amp; talked to mike &amp; i whispered in his ear &quot;you didn&apos;t call me&quot; &amp; he&apos;s like &quot;i know&quot; haha, mmm yeah that&apos;s what you say. idiot, you&apos;re supposed to be like &quot;oh i&apos;m so sorry emily you&apos;re the greatest girl i&apos;ve ever met&quot; haha. whatever though. i had fun, even though in the back of my head he was all i thought about :( straiight. TO THE PROS! jon was standing in front of me alicia &amp; krissy &amp; i was like &quot;ah what do i do&quot; haha so we kept making these noises from THE BEST MOVIE EVER (NIGHT AT THE ROXBURY) &amp; me &amp; alicia were like &quot;BEEEEEEEEOOOO0WWWWEEEEWOP!&quot; haha. &amp; finally he turned around &amp; walked over hehehe. i then grabbed his hand &amp; brought him over to the window, haha were i put my hand up his shirt &amp; rubbed his SEXY ass six pack thing. what a hot kid. haha, yeah &amp; we shook hands goodbye. that&apos;s my thing; shaking hands. back to the story. then later after rad music, i called my mom &amp; she bitched me out cause i wanted to sleep over alicia&apos;s. &amp; she was all like &quot;ah i&apos;m picking you up now&quot; whoa, pms. it&apos;s cool though. &amp; before alicia &amp; i left we walked back into the cafeteria &amp; bert was there (long lost homie) &amp; i was talking to him &amp; then he wanted my number so after running into rob (boo) looking for a pen, i gave him my number. &amp; now he&apos;s going to call me. haha yeah if he remebers 4193. hopefully he does. he was like &quot;i&apos;ll just get it from mike&quot; but he didn&apos;t understand why that wouldn&apos;t work, &amp; it wouldn&apos;t work becasue mike&apos;s an asshole &amp; most likely wouldn&apos;t give it to him. yeah so let&apos;s tell the story about running into boo. mmm well i shook his hand, &amp; he&apos;s hot. end of story. haha, it was sucha good night. i love krissy &amp; alicia oodles &amp;hearts; my mom&apos;s going insane. &amp; i hope when bert calls my brother doesn&apos;t pick up, cause he really doesn&apos;t like him. just like the first time mike called. ooooooh high school boys. i like jon hehehe.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18327.html</comments>
  <lj:music>AFI; girl not grey</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>happy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18173.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 21:59:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18173.html</link>
  <description>bad day. my jeans were wet all day, my right foot hurt all day; no idea why. everything else was basically horrible too. oh &amp; the other night becki &amp; i became friends again. but now we&apos;re fighting. i&apos;m just honest, that&apos;s really it. see; i&apos;ve told frankie she&apos;s acting like shelbie. she&apos;s picking andrew over me, along with everybody else in the world. well kinda. i said it to andrew today. &amp; i really dind&apos;t think it would matter if he told frankie because i&apos;ve said it to frankie before. &amp; well, that really just started a bunch of drama over my honesty. &amp; becki had to get into it &quot;because frankie&apos;s her best friend&quot; hahaha. i find it all funny, i know everythings going to be okay in the end. it always is.... right? because best friends means friends forever. through pms, wet jeans, boyfriends. everything. &lt;b&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/b&gt; tonight, if frankie isn&apos;t mad anymore, she&apos;s going to hangout with me &amp; alicia &amp; go to the open mic at the highschool. haha i&apos;m really just going to see jon. KARLI, JON! haha i hope he&apos;s not reading this hahah &amp;hearts; i&apos;m leaving.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/18173.html</comments>
  <lj:music>alicia&apos;s vooooooooice.</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>satisfied</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17907.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 00:41:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17907.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;alicia very stoned at chad&apos;s.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak003.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;chrissy &amp;amp; alicia&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak014.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;christine &amp;amp; alicia&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;chrissyyyy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak007.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MMMM&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;chrissy. i want you all to know her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. ALMOST-HAPPY-ONE-YEAR-CHRISSY&amp;amp;MIKE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak016.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;frankie &amp;amp; chrissy sleeping in dunkin donuts&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/springbreak017.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;more sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/0000alcia.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lemon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/frannnnnnkiiieLEMon.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/crying004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/2020.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;me and alicia a while ago&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/frankiealicia.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/xbright_eyesx/0474840474.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17907.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17549.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 20:44:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17549.html</link>
  <description>what an amazingly good day. homeroom, they called all the honor roll kids down &amp; there was only six people left in the room. i was one of them, suprise suprise. i kind of talked to becki? hard to explain. first period, i don&apos;t ..remember first period. just that jordan kays is really really hot. second period, i was in the second seat to the front &amp; the teacher didn&apos;t notice i wasn&apos;t doing any of my work, or that i was passing notes back &amp; worth with andrew. what an idiot. third period, we read the hobbit. oh yes, the great book the hobbit. thank god i sit behind a fat kid or i&apos;d have to read it. forth period, yet again.. just sat there with christina. fifth period, i ate pizza. &amp; then frankie was stabbing my gums with a straw. sixth period.. don&apos;t remember that either, somethings wrong with me haha. seventh period, sub.. a whales heart is as big as a car. BETCHA&apos; DIDN&apos;T KNOW THAT! eigth, ran the mile outside. now that&apos;s exotic. ninth, another day in mr. balas&apos;s math class becasue i didn&apos;t bring my permission slip to watch an r rated movie. i love life. hey so i&apos;m going to try to get my mom to say yes to me going to the mall friday so i can hangout with my homie jon &amp;hearts; my foot hurtts. i skipped swimming, baddddd giiiiiirl</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17549.html</comments>
  <lj:music>frou frou; let go</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>blank</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17302.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 23:01:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17302.html</link>
  <description>my day was good. nothing worth writting about, so why not random things that happened? dasha wrote me a note. i didn&apos;t eat lunch. had swimming. brian fried looks hot in a bathing suit. michelle &amp; anthony l. are definatly adorable together. i just ate pizza. robert t. is an asshole. i hate gym class. all i thought about what diabetic, suprise! i&apos;m craving a chocolate milkshake. i need a shower, i smell of cholerine. there&apos;s nothing else random to say. i basically found out shocking things &amp; laughed all day. my tonge hurts. mike still hasn&apos;t called me. &amp; i&apos;m not sad, but disapointed. now// anybody have an idea of something cute to do for the next time i see diabetic? like.. so cute way to ask him out.. again. &lt;b&gt; i hope i get a yes &lt;/b&gt; i smell speghetti o&apos;s.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/17302.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16984.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 17:47:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ah my fucking head</title>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16984.html</link>
  <description>yeah so chrissy alicia &amp; frankie went on an adventure easter eve &amp; well me &amp; alicia tryed to remake that adventure but ended up sitting in dunkin donuts for five hours. see, we went to the bigwheel all night skate, but left at 830 &amp; walked to mcdonalds, which was closed so we went to walmart. &amp; then it was like &quot;15 minutes till closing&quot; so we left. &amp; then walked up &amp; down mainstreet. oh let me add that it&apos;s raining &amp; really cold. i have a short sleeve shirt on &amp; andrew&apos;s foxracing hoodie &amp; alicia has a short sleeve shirt on &amp; a grey hoodie &amp; both of our hoodies are wet from the rain haha. basically we ended up eating chex mix in dunkin donuts till 330am when we decided to walk back to my house. alicia slept over, &amp; is still sleeping. she hasn&apos;t slept in her own bed since thursday, it&apos;s now monday. i slept for about six hours. tomorrow is school, yeah. that sucks. spring break was one fucking experience. it could&apos;ve been better. today me alicia &amp; frankie might go to joe&apos;s house. i&apos;m not sure. ..but i want my chocolate bunny &amp;hearts;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16984.html</comments>
  <lj:music>set; misrable</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>blah</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16736.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 17:47:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16736.html</link>
  <description>happy easter. church was nothing close to fun; spending time with my 85 year old nannie who doesn&apos;t know how to shut the fuck up. &amp; if you tell her that she doesn&apos;t know how to shut the fuck up i doubt she&apos;ll hear you. i love her though. she&apos;s a hot mamma &amp;hearts; annnyywayy, i&apos;ve never been told &apos;nice scarf&apos; so many times. yep, i rocked out Burberry at church. one person asked me if it&apos;s real. WELL yes it&apos;s real damnit. if i can have a real coach hat i&apos;m pretty sure i can have a real burberry scarf. aahaha. oh, &amp; i&apos;ve heard &quot;you&apos;ve grown so much&quot; a lot. no.. no i haven&apos;t grown so much i&apos;ve been this height since fifth grade, thank you. about my last entry, yeah i&apos;m not that upset over him being on the phone with kayla anymore. i don&apos;t know why i get so jealous. i heard it from him that he likes me &amp; not her, so one phone conversation really doesn&apos;t matter. i&apos;m having family over today, &amp; then hopefully hanging out wtih frankie andrew &amp; diabetic tonight. i&apos;m not sure. my forhead iches, &amp; i want to see how long i can go without iching it. damnit, that didn&apos;t last. i&apos;m off to take a shower because i haven&apos;t since friday, hahaha. gross right?</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16736.html</comments>
  <lj:music>googoodolls; slide.</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>dirty</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16542.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 00:36:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16542.html</link>
  <description>fucked up night. cody ditched us. oh, oh wait. he ditched us when alicia was already at the mall. he decided to bring jenn sean tom &amp; shane with him to the mall, so there wasn&apos;t any more room in his truck.. &amp; he couldn&apos;t come back to pick us up because he woudlnt&apos; be able to drive past 11. i felt like sucha shit head. alicia was all by herself, the mall closed, no jacket. i hope she&apos;s not mad at me. but she&apos;s home safe, so that&apos;s good. well instead of going to cody&apos;s i slept over frankie&apos;s house.. we watched garden state for the first time. best movie everrrrr, oh god. then andrew called us &amp; we decided we were going to meet him tyler &amp; sam at the duck pond. fun fun fun. sat in the ga-ze-bow. haha i can&apos;t spell it, whatever. umm yeah so that was fun we hung out with them for alittle &amp; then went home &amp; went to sleep. &amp; in the morning we did brogan &amp; frankie&apos;s easter baskets with pamelaaaa, very exciting. &amp; pam brought us to my house, were we met up with DIABETIC &amp; andrew. hehehee, so much fun. we hung out at andrew&apos;s house. &amp; guess-the-fuck-what, i was in brian&apos;s room with diabetic wasn&apos;t way-woes five, &amp; we were pushing are foreheads together hahaha &amp; talking at the same time &amp; i waslike &quot;i want you to be my boyfriend&quot; &amp;then we acted like i didn&apos;t say anything so then out of randomness in the middle of kissing i&apos;d stop &amp; be like &quot;go out with me&quot; &amp; he&apos;s like &quot;i don&apos;t know&quot; &amp; i asked him if he liked kayla, &amp; he said he doesn&apos;t. yayyyy, &amp; i was like &quot;you like emily&quot; &amp; he&apos;s like &quot;mmhmm&quot; &amp; i&apos;m like &quot;a lot..&quot; &amp; he&apos;s like &quot;mmhmm&quot; :D oh oh, &amp; we were lying out on the couch &amp; i was like &quot;be my boyfriend&quot; &amp; he started smiling &amp; then something happend which i definatly cant&apos; put here.  yep, &amp; a little later frankie &amp; i jumped on the trampolen while watched andrew &amp; diabetic ride there fifty&apos;s in mud. haha, &amp; then we went to rita&apos;s. talked about pepmobis..mo? i don&apos;t know how to spell it. hahaha. pam picked us up &amp; brought me home. we listend to ohio is for lovers &amp;hearts; really loud. &amp; i was squished in the back seat next to andrew who was next to diabetic who was on a child seat thing haha. i shook diabetic&apos;s hand goodbye, instead of kissing cause frankei&apos;s mom was RIGHT there haha. yep, got home &amp; had dinner. i think tomorrow late night we&apos;ll be going over andrew&apos;s or something. oh &amp; kayla &amp; i were talking when i got home.. we&apos;re kinda cool now. i know diabetic was stoned when he talked her, he said so. oh &amp; on the walk to rita&apos;s andrew was yelling at diabetic because diabetic&apos;s going to buy girl jeans hahahaha, hot hot hot. i&apos;ll miss the dickies but hey i&apos;ts just one pair &amp; plus he&apos;s hot so it&apos;s cool. i had so much fun today, ah. off to color eggs &amp;hearts; i love hiimmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i left out how i told diabetic he&apos;s my favorite juggalo. ah, amazing amazing amazing boy &amp;hearts; it was so cute. i love his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit 2: alright so kayla&apos;s on the fucking phone with diabetic right now. what the fucking fuck? i&apos;m so jealous. i don&apos;t even know why, because i was the one making out with him all day &amp; she just gets to hear his voice through plastic shit. i really want him to be my boyfriend soon so this whore can back off.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16542.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>thirsty</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16181.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 15:27:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16181.html</link>
  <description>okay. looking back on that entry makes me think; &amp; i dont&apos; want to care anymore. yes i do. ah. okay, i&apos;m not going to care anymore. i&apos;m going to believe diabetic &amp; andrew, because that&apos;s what i want to hear; that it&apos;s not true. &amp; that he likes me. i dont&apos; even understand how she could love him after meeting him one time? stupid fuck. ah, &amp; i&apos;m not even going to get upset over boys anymore. they&apos;re just &lt;b&gt;boys&lt;/b&gt;, they&apos;re going to come &amp; go. i no longer care if i matter to diabetic anymore or not. &amp; i&apos;m going to find out the truth the next time i see him. you know, when we&apos;re lying on andrew&apos;s floor making out.. i&apos;ll stop him &amp; say &apos;i want you to be my boyfriend&apos; or something like &apos;do you like kayla, or me?&apos; jesus, he&apos;s all i can thin about. what&apos;s going on right now, is basically why i want him as my boyfriend. i dont&apos; want to waste my time thinking if he likes me or not, or waste my time arguging with some stupid girl. he&apos;s so wonderful. &amp; so adorable. ahh, that effing soft dark-blonde hair. &amp; that cute cute cute smile. &amp; how he makes me laugh by just saying &apos;sure&apos; ..i&apos;m so greedy. &lt;b&gt;in other news&lt;/b&gt; everytime i talk to cody it feels like i like him, maybe it&apos;s just the excitment of going to see him. ah, it&apos;s tonight!! i&apos;m going over cody&apos;s house tonight with my best friends. this is going to rock. back to diabetic; i hope i see him today &amp;hearts; ah, guilty pleasure? mwahahah. sorry this entry&apos;s so long.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/16181.html</comments>
  <lj:music>the distillers; drain the blood</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>confused</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15873.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 22:43:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15873.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;alright. so kayla tells me this (under the cut) &amp;amp; i&apos;m on the phone with diabetic sam &amp;amp; andrew right now &amp;amp; diabetic insist that it&apos;s not true. &amp;amp; so does andrew. so i guess i believe them. i&apos;m finally thinking that diabetic likes me. i love you eljay girls so much :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;kayla81291: eww love the info wats that all about ??? ok bye&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Auto response from TIPYOURr HOOKERs: you seem so out of context; in this gaudy apartment complex&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: haha. wait, why&apos;d we say ew? oh, it&apos;s just a inside joke ahaha.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: between us. yeah &lt;br&gt;kayla81291: o ok&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: are you his little lion?&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: ..&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: Yea..&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: oooh.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: dont tell anyone&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: haha&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: what&apos;s it mean?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: long story.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: oh, hahaha.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: so, what are you doing over break?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: chillin at my girls&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: ooh. fun fun&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: yeah&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: sooo do you still like mr. hennings?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: Of course&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: oh, haha.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: why&apos;d you say you two were going out &amp;amp; everything?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: cuz we were.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: ooh&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: but then we were like no we got to hang out more first&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: haha. cool cool&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: do u like him?&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: haha. yes&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: u do.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: yep.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: he&apos;s a pretty &apos;fly&apos; kid.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: lol hes so sweet to me and i love him so much. lol&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: love?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: lol&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: aaaah.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: did he say he likes u still&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: i dont&apos; ask him.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: does he like you?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: yeah.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: like a girlfriend?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: he says he loves me.. and idk. &lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: ah. he says he loves you?! wow&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: are you going to fuck him?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: idk.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: mmmk.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: he;s confusing. apparently he says all this to you, &amp;amp; then last night we seriously had the best conversation ever.. &amp;amp; he was oging to come over today. &lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: weird stuff.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: really&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: tats y i was goin to his hosue.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: and we were on the fone for like 3 hours.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: today you were?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: wait today i was goin to go to his houses&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: and we were on the fone for 3 hours yesterday&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: yeah last night he invited me over haha, but my mom wouldnt&apos; drive me.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: mmm&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: this is so intresting&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: he did for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=11&amp;amp;k=me%20too&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000cc&quot;&gt;me too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: so w/e emily.&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: what, you think i&apos;m lying? Haha&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: no but i was gonna go but it started to get bad out.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: w/e u know thats rong ur sayin this crap when u know i like him and shyt&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: i fucking like him too you idiot. SO you can go to his house &amp;amp; i fucking can;t?&lt;br&gt;kayla81291: no but i mean.. nvmd. jus bye&lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: fine.&lt;br&gt;kayla81291 is away at 4:40:32 PM. &lt;br&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: trying to get over shit that people say? i have our conversation saved. what he said to me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Auto response from kayla81291: hangin out wit britt and bart.&amp;nbsp; bbl..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i do love you.. and i dont care what other ppl think.. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trying to get over shyt that ppl say... &lt;/p&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15873.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15467.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 16:25:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15467.html</link>
  <description>my plans have some what changed. last night i had the best conversation ever with diabetic. &amp; when i asked him if we&apos;re ever going to go out &amp; he said &apos;maybe&apos; that made me so happy. ah, silly boy. anyway, yeah so he was going to come over today &amp; we were going to watch the spice girls movie.. aaaaahahaha. yeah. but then he decided he wants to go to andrew&apos;s instead? whatever. i dont&apos; care, because i&apos;d choose my other friends over him (even though he&apos;s one of my best friends) i was just upset cause i begged my dad &amp; he finally said yes &amp; i got all pretty-up &amp; dressed. other wise i really don&apos;t care. i really want to see him though, it&apos;s been so fucking long. ahh &amp;hearts; so yeah, i&apos;m not going to anthony&apos;s tonight &amp; me &amp; frankie are going to invite ourselves over andrew&apos;s to end up hanging out with him &amp; diabetic. good plan, or what? i cant&apos; wait to sleep over cody&apos;s with alicia &amp; frankie. this is seriously going to rock my fucking socks off.</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15467.html</comments>
  <lj:music>the ataris; in this diary</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>thirsty</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15054.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2005 20:20:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what&apos;s that? another layout, geez you rock emily!</title>
  <link>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15054.html</link>
  <description>my pants annoyed me the whole day. first period we watched anne frank, one sad ass movie. i wish i was jewish &amp;hearts; second period.. i don&apos;t remember second period, but andrew was there! third period, james plus mrs. back equals funny as hell. oh, &amp; vinny&apos;s still an ass. or whatever word i used. fourth, yet again did nothing with christina. oh wait, we drew some lines &amp; pretended we cared about our grade. i have no idea why i don&apos;t. i guess cause it&apos;s cause i want to be a model or a dentist, &amp; they really don&apos;t need to know how to draw lines on ugly pieces of mint green paper in a gross smelling room. right? fifth period, funny ass times. talk about a walk down memory lane. sixth period, i did nothing but draw on my folders with sharpies. ms. jurasits told us that we were getting out early. which we did. seventh period, i don&apos;t remember. just that my teacher&apos;s a loser. eigth period we did nothing, becasue it was only 18 minutes long. then we left, yep. &amp; when i was getting on the bus sam was infront of me, &amp; he went to the side so i could get on first, but i didn&apos;t want to so i pushed him &amp; when he got up the stairs i pushed him again and then he turned around &amp; ahhh, god he&apos;s hot. yeah &amp; the bus ride home dan&apos;s like &quot;god hates me&quot; &amp; i&apos;m like &quot;mmmm, why?&quot; &amp; he&apos;s like &quot;i just looked at your boobs&quot; hahaha, what a cute kid. OKAY so today was the last day of the week, yes yes yes yes. i&apos;ve never been so excited about a break. thursday i might go to anthony&apos;s house to chill with him for a little. chill, i hate that. friday, i&apos;m getting a hair cut &amp; then picking up frankie &amp; we&apos;re going to hangout with andrew &amp; diabetic. then after andrew&apos;s house me &amp; frankie are goign to meet alicia at the mall, &amp; then cody&apos;s picking us up, &amp; we&apos;re going to go to cody&apos;s &amp; sleep over. just shh, my mom thinks i&apos;m going to be at alicia&apos;s house. hahah, i&apos;m so cool. &amp; the rest of break i have no idea what i&apos;m doing. i hope these plans work out, &amp; if they don&apos;t becasue of the snow i&apos;m going to shoot someone with the gun i don&apos;t have &amp;hearts; masterbation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIIIIIIT;&lt;br /&gt;TIPYOURr HOOKERs: so what are you thinkign about&lt;br /&gt;bmxanddiabetic: u n me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ..i can&apos;t stop smiling</description>
  <comments>http://users.livejournal.com/retroo__/15054.html</comments>
  <lj:music>nirvana; smells like teen spirit</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>excited</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
</channel>
</rss>
