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  <title>destiny gets nervous</title>
  <subtitle>a lonely picture is littering my floor</subtitle>
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    <name>Konstantine</name>
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  <updated>2005-05-07T21:06:46Z</updated>
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    <title>Happy Endings</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T21:06:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T21:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Moved to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='starfaded' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://starfaded.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://starfaded.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;starfaded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:129723</id>
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    <title>=\</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T07:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T07:02:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was walking down the hallway when I sneezed [I hate sneezing] and like, the sneeze &lt;i&gt;propelled&lt;/i&gt; me into the fucking wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:129534</id>
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    <title>The smell of smoke is making my lungs explode</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T04:17:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-05T04:21:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been raining all day today. Ironically, it just plummets the idea of me feeling any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick right now - literally. Stupid people and their obnoxious sneezing and coughing and the annoying spread of infectious flus, sicknesses, and diseases. I woke up this morning feeling absolutely horrid. I was gonna just stay home since I couldn't lift my head up without being hit with a bad case of nauseousness. But alas, the awesome mother my mummy is, made me get up. &lt;br /&gt;I ended up leaving for home in the beginning of my second class [Engish]. I survived first period, but only cause the lights were off and we were watching "Awakenings" [with Robin Williams &amp; Robert De Niro]. It's a good movie, didn't finish it though. Only got through about half of it when the bell rang. Which was entirely not cool. Loud bells suck when your head feels all bashed in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really pouring out. The thunder just keeps getting worse and worse and it's scaring me. I'm afraid the power will go out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go watch a movie or something. To pass the time. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:129108</id>
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    <title>Even the best fall down sometime.</title>
    <published>2005-01-16T08:25:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T08:26:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a &lt;u&gt;must-read&lt;/u&gt; link. It's just too funny to pass up because it's real and it's really graded. &lt;br /&gt;It's an essay written about the book Oedipus turned in and given a grade - and the person was stoned while he was writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/image/essay/1"&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/image/essay/1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:128899</id>
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    <title>And so it is.</title>
    <published>2005-01-04T02:24:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-04T02:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had weird dreams last night. Like, seriously. I think I have a whole other world inside my brain when I'm asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of them, I was in a house [no clue whose it was] and my mum had told me to go look for a heart. I was like, "huh?" and she said that she'd "sew the heart in". It was so weird. She told me to get 2 hearts, I think. I dunno what the hell was happening in that dream. &lt;br /&gt;Shit. I forgot what the other was about. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ldghsjgrkghksr... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:128612</id>
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    <title>In the end, I missed what it meant</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T05:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T05:27:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">New layout. Mind, I suck at LiveJournal layouts. It's inspired by 2 songs:&amp;nbsp; 1.&amp;nbsp; Something Corporate; Konstantine and 2.&amp;nbsp; Richard Buckner; Ariel Ramirez. Both good songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's a butterfly, not a star; bear with me. It's symbolism. Or somewhat. Love it or hate it? Criticise me to death? I'm sure I'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:128313</id>
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    <title>Hear ye, hear ye</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T23:40:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T23:40:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I'm going to start this journal up again. My mind is totally bloated from the past year of [&lt;b&gt;2004&lt;/b&gt;] and I think it should mean a change in journalistic updating. &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I just typed, but let's just say I'll be updating this journal more. The other one's been getting far more attention than it really needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. How did everyone's New Years go? I'm expecting comments, people. &lt;br /&gt;Humour me, if possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I didn't really have an enjoyable New Years Eve or whathaveyou. The holidays depress me. &lt;br /&gt;SCREW THE HOLIDAYS. &lt;br /&gt;YES. AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be unspokenly late, welcome back to LiveJournal, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='khesanh' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://khesanh.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://khesanh.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;khesanh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:128228</id>
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    <title>How Did It Come To This?</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T06:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T06:30:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hullo few people who still read this pretty much abandoned journal. Hope you all had a good Christmas and whatnot, I'm sure you were all deserving of it.&lt;br /&gt;And here starts now the short and bitter holiday rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrid Christmas. At least I wasn't hungover. &lt;br /&gt;Slept 17 hours the morning/twilight between Christmas Eve and Christmas evening. Had nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have nothing else to do until my babe comes home from Arizona. I miss her to absolute bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get stoned off my ass later - bloody fucking righteous of me, too. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's the only way I'll be able to get any sleep, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>FISHBALL SALAD.</title>
    <published>2004-11-28T03:52:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-28T03:52:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went shopping today. =\ &lt;br /&gt;Dear gosh, I had forgotten how much I hated it. All the clothes at the place we went to sucked major ass, for they either had disgraceful logos [huge, annoying print across the front side or worse - &lt;u&gt;glitter&lt;/u&gt;] or the shirt was too short and if I DID choose to purchase it, they'd barely hang above my beltline. I despise really short shirts. I only wear them in the sweltering heat of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;And this is NOT summer, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I miss Katie. =P Come homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Sharlene called me today. At &lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; bloody AM. She's lucky she's carrying my future godson/daughter. I gave the babe two names as of so far: Cletus [the fetus] and Embrianna [the embryo]. OR, if the babe has a penis, she can name it Regis; a vagina, the babe will be Carolina. 8) I'm so &lt;s&gt;bad&lt;/s&gt; good with names, I should be shot through the foot. So yeah, she called to find out what time we had to perform today for choir. I thought it was 5:30, so I said 5:30. I went back to sleep. =\ then I missed a call. It might've been Katie, since she's the only I know of who has a "private call" on my Caller ID. =P =( I missed hearing her voice. *tantrums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm pretty much jumping all over the chronological wagon with this entry, but screw it. Hell, I don't even know what I just said. =\ Hurrah for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are here. They're so big now. They can almost beat me at wrestling and the such, and football's a blast with them. *sighs* All grown up. Sorta. =\ They're like 5-12 but give me a break, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with this entry. Here's a farewell link for all of you. &lt;a href="http://safeforwork.twerked.com/penetrate.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Omfg, click here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was on a thread on DeviantArt.Com. Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:127696</id>
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    <title>Funniness</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T04:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-16T04:33:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is just too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: YOU need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: lmfao&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: Your face does.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: Your tit does.&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: Your left nut.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: Your left vagina.&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: O_O&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: The ligament in your ...nose!&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: Your ass bowel!&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: Your UTERUS.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: Your EBOLA THINGIE.&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: EBOLA is A VIRUS.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: *sits down*&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: Your left asscheek has tittie cancer!&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: Your face-cheek has ASS cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: Your man-boob has a hole.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: Your vagina DOESN'T.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: It's SOLID.&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: ROTFLMFAOFLAFMAOMFLAO&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: LMFAOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: YOU WIN&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: :-)&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: *bows down to you*&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: OMFGOMLFAMO&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:starry_night_:127457</id>
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    <title>starry_night_ @ 2004-11-15T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T03:33:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-16T03:33:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HIIIIIIIIIIII EVERYBODY. This is Diggity Dawg Jared talkin'. Uhhh...Sheena said I could update this LJ for her. So here it is. Sheena loves meeeeeeeeeeee! =D And I love Sheenaaa. &amp;lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Jared</content>
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    <title>So Happy Together</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T03:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-14T03:30:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't written in here in absolute-forever. How is everyone doing? o.0&lt;br /&gt;I shall commence on telling all you lovely folks about my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like, 4:30. Omg. It was so weird. I thought I was gonna wake up at like 11 cause that's when Katie usually wakes me up. =P But she didn't, cause my phone was off. =\ I was like, wth? So yeah, then she called like a minute after I woke up =) but then she had to go to workie. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I played geetar for an hour or so and then went online. I was sad for a bit cause my room was sorta dark and I was the only one in the house that was awake and I missed Katie. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS going to start on my homework for History, but let's face it, it's Saturday. I ain't doing no work on this blessed day. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: JARED&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: CHER'S COMING TO BAKERSFIELD&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: I'M SCARED&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: What if she goes, "Oh, let's go to Delano instead".&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: ARE YOU SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: EWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: LET'S GO SEE HER. YOU KATIE AND ME.&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: COME TO SAN DIEGO&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: MY FIRST CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: LMFAOO&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: You want your first ever concert to be Cher? o_0&lt;br /&gt;Derflicted: "Whose concert did you first go to?" "CHER. OMFG IT WAS SO AWESOME. SHE GAVE OUT PIECES OF HER FACE. I GOT HER CHIN. *wears it*"&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: LFMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;BlackAbyss12: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>It's A Chance I've Got To Take</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T02:57:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T02:58:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/damnation/LiveJournal/blacktrannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly ones, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand, that's it. I think. Or something. Oh! Birthday countdown. [2 days]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Hullo</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T22:57:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T22:59:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't written in here in a while. =\ I dunno what to update about. &lt;br /&gt;I'll think of something, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I have to read a 300+ page novel by tomorrow, and I must do a short form on it. "Pride &amp; Prejudice". I'm on page fourty. =\&lt;br /&gt;Hoorah for procastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>starry_night_ @ 2004-09-15T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T22:44:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T22:55:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HIIIII EVERBODY! This is Jared talking. Sheena isn't updating this journal much anymore and it makes me sad, so I'm doing the honors. HI SHEENAAAAAAAA!!!!! I feel like a fish out of water...logged into your LJ and all. So here it is. An update from Starry_Night_ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can rest easy. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jared</content>
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    <title>Quote</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T11:14:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T11:14:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Trying this again</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T23:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T00:37:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I felt so weird today. Not like, a bad weird. But a weirdish-good weird - ya get me?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, I was being all stupid-smart during some classes. I'm so awesome. I already knew all the states and stuff so I'd like call them out when the teacher-person would point at it and sometimes it'd only be me and Brenson answering. Pfft, I got him beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my English AP class. The discussions that we have are fetch. There aren't too many people in the class, only about 20 of us or something, so I actually say stuff [indiviediidadlity] whilst being only a bit frightened of the attention. But yeah. I'm not really looking foward to the writing part of the semester. Chaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg. I switched my 3rd period Advanced Choir class to First Aid ['cause Driver's Ed was too full, so I'm gonna have to wait until next semester to take it] and when I opened the door, guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was full of Mexicans - it scared the total crap out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\ I don't like that class already, and I was only in it for like 10 minutes before the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Training better be worth it. I'm gonna get so buff, lmao. Oh yeah. Strength and stamina. I wonder what I could use those for... ;) @ Katie. =O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Advanced Choir [my 6th period, which I'm keeping], I was sitting next to Rachel. LMAO. We practically laughed the hour away. Omg. We were talking about her dad and his endless stash of weed, so I told her to steal some and give it to me. Lmao. Wooo. She hasn't smoked yet, though. I found that amusing since she rolled joints for her dad. =)) I mean, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different matter; my father, the arse he is, went through my room. I guess he thought I was taking drugs or whatever. Anyway, I had smoked earlier the week [cigs] and I hadn't re-hidden the case with the cigarette packs in them too well 'cause I was too tired. Well hardee-har-har, the bastard found them and took them. I was so pissed when I saw that they were gone. Then I went to my drawers and looked through my stuff and I saw that my journals were all weirdly placed. So complimenting stealing my cigs, the fool also looks through my effing journals. I practically fumed the way to school. I bet he's smoking them at this very moment whilst thinking how much of a father he is. Arsehole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, now I'm pissed. I'll finish this update later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Dude, like whoa</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T23:32:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-19T23:32:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Crap, I had loads to update about, but I've forgotten it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Hullo</title>
    <published>2004-08-14T02:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-14T02:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hullo; hope everyone's doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored and the 100-degree plus weather is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school starts on Monday, and I've got three more goFdamned essays to do until then. Whoop-dee-effing-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1; Trig Honors.&lt;br /&gt;2; English 11 AP.&lt;br /&gt;3; Advanced Choir.&lt;br /&gt;4; Weight Training/Co-ed Conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;5; US History AP.&lt;br /&gt;6; Advanced Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my third class to Drivers Ed, hopefully. Or something. I dunno. My head hurts and I'm watching The 70's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=; Ugh. Screw this update, I'll try again later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>By the way</title>
    <published>2004-07-17T04:43:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-17T04:43:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Earlier on, I chugged a large gravy from KFC because I was bored and had nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Fun</title>
    <published>2004-07-17T04:25:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T01:25:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Time for an update, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple weeks have been awesome. July 3rd/4th, I was at Katie's. =P Awww, there were so many silences it was hilarious. On the fourth of July, after Katie dropped me back off at home, I went to my cousin's. Built bonfires and toasted marshmallows. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after [[Monday]], I watched movies with friends back here and then the days after sucked 'cause the days before were really awesome-cool. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, let's see. What else happened between that enormous time-span... Eh. Nothing, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X The tenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh, Katie and Jared came down here to get me. Unfortunately, they weren't fast enough and my father messed me up a bit before they got here. Such a perfect way to greet guests, right? So anyways, the day ended up perfect besides that small little thrash. Jared is like the same as he is online as he is in real life. Such a big weirdo. He kept commenting on my shortness, though. Pfft @ that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movies [Spider-man 2 and Sleepover], I'd keep talking and cracking small jokes. Haha. I wonder if we pissed anyone off with our laughing. Oh well. Those were good times, so eff'em. Me and Katie laughed like, the whole time in Sleepover. That's such an awesome movie. =)) Jared thought it was corny; he's such a guy. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, scenes in Spider-man 2 kept making me jump. And then I forgot who did it [Katie?], but I was drinking my frozen... thing and someone said something and I started choking. HAHA. Then later on, Katie said something and it almost happened again. =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Guitar Center. Omg, there was this d00d there that freaked me out. Before that, I was trying to turn on this little lamp and then this guy who works there just appears out of nowhere and starts talking to me. =)) Oh jeez. Katie seemed bored while me and Jared just played around with some instruments and stuff. I dunno. Then we left and headed for the mall. It was fun I guess, but the Disney store went away. I don't know why 'cause I thought it was doing so well. Pfft. No more Disney stuff. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the theatre to watch Sleepover. It was soooooo funny. Omgggg. The mole-chick scared me, though. It was like she followed us from the last movie. =S I thought she was gonna feed us to her ginormous mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, after the movie, me and Jared played shadow puppets with the projecter and then left. OMG. When we were gonna go to another movie, these two worker people spotted us and THAT CHICK... ARGH. =)) She recognized us from before and so I guess she told the d00d she was with to like follow us to make sure we weren't gonna go see another movie or something. =\ Buttheads, ruined everything. Lmao. So they were following us and then we went to the restrooms to try to lose them. Omggg. We then came out and just started walking out of the theatre and they were still following us. Jared was being all freaky-outy. =)) It was funny to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got out of the theatre and Jared later splashed me with the fountain water. Stupid butt. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. We were making our way to Vons. Lmao. And I saw this pizza sign-thing that was written in those dry-erase marker-things. So I just swept my finger on it to erase part of it, and then Jared did the same thing so I tried to erase a big chunk of it and then the board just SLIDES off its base and crashed to freaking ground. LMAO. It was SO loud and it attracked so much attention to us. =)))))) I just kept walking foward trying to act like NOTHING happened. =)))) Freaking Jared just kept walking backwards and laughing. Omggggg, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Starbucks 'cause Katie had to keep peeing. I swear, it's like her bladder's on overdrive like 24/7. =P I kept joking around and saying that the chick who was already in the bathroom was like, killing someone or something like that. I dunno, I forgot what I said, but oh well. Blockbuster was next. I swear, I like fucking up stuff wherever I went. =)) Omg. Jared kept getting Jesus-related stuff for me. =)))) kdlgslgjkrltr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnnnnn we made our way back to my place. WE KEPT KILLING TIME, IT WAS SO FUNNY. Katie and Jared ended up staying over 'cause we thought that Katie might fall asleep on the way back. Wooooo. My brother like terrorized them both, though. =)) He kept molesting them. =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up sleeping in my room. Jared had the floor and me and Katie had the bed. Rotfl. There was like, a 3 feet gap between us, it was funny. But it got comfortable later on though. =O When my neighbors' sprinklers turned on, I kept saying it was an anaconda coming to get us and Katie was like freaking out. =)) Awww, it was funny. =P &amp;lt;333333 Katieeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we went to Dennys and ate... sort of. JARED DRANK THE MOST DISGUSTING-EST THING EVER. ROTFL. He like, mixed Tabasco sauce with my water and squirted a bunch of ketchup in it and mixed in sugar and everything else he could find. =)) I dared him to drink it and HE DID. KATIE WAS ABOUT TO THROW UP ROTFLMFAO. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. He then squirted more ketchup in it and then it looked like a fetus. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affffter that, we watched a few movies, sort of. Then we washed Katie's car and just sat around for like half an hour. I didn't like it when they had to go. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do that again. Mustttttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I typed a lot. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllllllll... Nothing's really happened besides that. Nothing I remember, anyway. =) Right now, I'm just waiting for Katie to get back from workie. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>rAwr</title>
    <published>2004-06-29T01:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-29T05:07:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wanna be 18. Why? So I'll be legal to do most of the stuff I wanna do, yet young enough to be ...young. I need a credit card too. I'm thinking of just using my mom's cc and then sneaking the cash to pay her back into her purse or something cause I'm not 18 so I can't purchase what I want without being prosecuted. Also, I don't steal from her [anymore], so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to go to the second semester of Summer School. I'm tired and am going to go crazy if I spend another week in Mello's class. Jeez, she puts a lot of effort into the students' learning, but she really needs to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I blew 60 bucks which leaves me with about 10 bucks left. I need about 30 more for an ounce and then all of that will leave my guitar-savings sapped dry. Rotfl. This is going to be one kickass vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; addicted to &lt;i&gt;All My Children&lt;/i&gt; [soap opera]. Maggie [Elizabeth Hendrickson] is so freakin' hot. She can sing, dance, act, and she's short too. I don't mean that in a bad way, but she's like, 5'1. Totally my height. rAwr. ;X Anyways, I really dislike how the time progresses, though. It's like, less than a day in soap-opera terms is more than a week in real-life terms. Sigh. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ianca &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;nd &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;aggie all the way, dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez, this entry's gone to hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit @ 7:22pm&lt;/b&gt;: I still haven't recieved my incense, and it was mailed June 11th. For fuck's sakes, already. I'm so chipping in an extra 6 bucks for Priority Mail next time AND mailing it via Post Office/Priority Mail.  I mean really, how bloody long does it take for a single letter to mail from Delano, California to Chicago, Illinois? Stupid crap, it's gone and made me impatient. rAwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Soh CooL</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T21:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T21:40:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't liiiiiiike thisssssss. It's so freakin' hot, man. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Yesterday, this freshman was like walking behind me or something and all of a sudden starts talking to me. I'm like, looking at him so he can go away and he looks at me and is like: "Oh." LMAO. He got lost from his other little friend. He gave me such an innocent look, too. He had these big eyes and he pushed his glasses up on his nose as he walked off. Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike my class. Susanna stopped coming and Martin got kicked out for not having his shirt tucked in, lmao. Only people left who are cool [or something] is Toni, Hilda, and ...crap, I forgot her name. Danielle, there you go. Toni's a cheerleader, go figure. Hilda's mean. Danielle's an indifferent person. She doesn't really care about what's going on. Lmao. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have an A. Hah. I think it's like at a ...95%, hopefully. Also, I passed the first ACE. Muahaha. ...only thing is that I already passed all 3 of the ACEs back during the school year, and I'm probably gonna fail all of the ACEs I take here because Mello is grading my essays in an freakin' AP rubric. =( Meanie. So I asked her that if I fail the ACEs here and I had already passed them on the first place, if they'd still count against me and she said, "I don't know... Good question, I'll have to check." Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lighter news, I bought &lt;u&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/u&gt;. =D I wuv Dory, and Crush and Squirt are freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and more lighter news. There's this chick, Samantha, I see ['cause I chill with Tassie and'em] and she has really nice eyes. They're like... blue-ish grey-ish green. She's also pretty hot. Rawr. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;QUESTION&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [approximately] How long would a letter-type-thing to send from Delano, California all the way to Chigago, Illinois? It's driving me nuts that I can't find any info on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GonnawatchFindingNemonowcauseitslikeomgsocool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>Yo, Yo, Yo.</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T20:00:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Okay, time for an update. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggggggg today was so freakin' weird, man. FREAKIN' TASSIE. *hits her with an overly-large penguin* LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll just start before that. =\ It was break-time and Brit, Tassie, and Andrea were doing some dance on the stage-thing. Rotfl. It was funny. A lot of people were looking and Brit was getting really into it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bell rings and I like shove Tassie, 'cause it's the thing I do at times. Then she freakin' SLAMS INTO ME. ROTFL. I TOPPLE sideways and I just lay there on the grass. =)) It was a what-the-eff-just-happened moment. Then Tassie kept laughing at me and couldn't stop. Lmao. Yeah, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I have &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; much homework for that stupid class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;gt; The rest of the questions for this one worksheet. ...It's gonna take &lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt; to finish. LMAO. Me and Toni were just lounging for the second half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;2&amp;gt; The rest of this eight-worksheet packet. Jeez, already.&lt;br /&gt;3&amp;gt; I HAVE TO FREAKIN' REDO 10 PARAGRAPHS - 8 SENTENCES EACH. dsjkghkjghrjhtgrsj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I barely have an A. Which is okay I guess, considering that a good chunk of the class have Bs and Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGGGGGGGG THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUST-READ, PEOPLE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm waiting outside the school for my mum to pick me up. I see Robert and he's all irritated cause of the bright sun and the loud-annoying-ness of the all the people around. Haha. =;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like, after 10 minutes. I see my &lt;b&gt;MOM&lt;/b&gt; walking towards me in &lt;b&gt;BRIGHT ORANGE CLOTHING&lt;/b&gt;, AND SHE'S WAVING AND CALLING AT ME. ROTFL. I almost had a heart attack right then and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell Robert I had to go, rotfl, and I walked passed my mom asking her to be please be quiet. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO. So I keep walking passed her and I kept glancing back to see where she was and she stood so much out that it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, PIZZA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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    <title>*snap, snap + head twirl*</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T09:56:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;img src="http://img2.photobucket.com/albums/v11/damnation/me30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;img src="http://img2.photobucket.com/albums/v11/damnation/me28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;img src="http://img2.photobucket.com/albums/v11/damnation/me31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no I didn't fall off the face of the earth. I've been updating my other journal just fine. A little too fine, perhaps. Anyways. Life's stupid once again, I'm just trying to get by this week and next because then I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. No I'm not. I've got &lt;b&gt;summer school&lt;/b&gt;. Whoop-dee-doo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be in English AP next year because I'm failing English this year. I have to be getting at least a C in order to qualify for English AP. Stupid rules, man. I was kind of looking forward to that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are burning. I haven't been getting much sleep the past couple weeks. Even less so this week. Too many thoughts running through my head or people keeping me awake. Whatever. I'm tired and cranky at the moment so if I start to leak swear words, then I apologize - NOT. [no, I do, I do]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...On second thought, I'm gonna try and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheena</content>
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