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  <title>"All the world's a stage"</title>
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  <updated>2009-11-18T06:40:10Z</updated>
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    <title>only a 76 week break this time</title>
    <published>2009-11-18T06:40:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T06:40:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">boys- i dated the one that i last talk about for a year and 10 months. we moved in together about 7 months ago to the horror of my parents. his friends lived with us for the first two months in our one bedroom apartment, he insists that he asked me first, i dont recall ever saying yes, but that is all trivial now.  the break up was really easy and neither of us offered trying to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;after we broke up i played with a guy from work.  he is so attractive and funny and cute, and smells great haha. but he didnt want me.  actually i just deleted his number from my phone two days ago so i stop drunk texting him.  the last two times that i tried to contact him he completely ignored me, not answered and said he couldnt becuase he had other plans. just did not acknowledge that i spoke to him.  i dont need that in my life anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school- changed my major for the fourth time. i am now a freshman all over again.  i should be graduating in two semesters. but nope not anymore.  i went from fashion design, to elementary education, to dietetics and nutrition now to interior design.  i dotn want to talk about school anymore. it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job- i worked at a box factory for a while. it was... consistent.i went in at the same time. did the same job next to the same people everyday.  there were only two girls around my age, and even still they were 26 and i was 18.  but i got one of them fired because i sent them in to take nakie pictures for me when we were all on the clock and the oldest, grumpiest lady working there caught them.  one girl took all the blame and me and the other girl got to keep our job.  hah&lt;br /&gt; now i am a waitress at panos restaurant. i love love love the people, i like the job and the pay is great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apartment- after ben and i broke up i went moved out of the apartment and got one of my own. it is a 2 bedroom. it is an attic apartment, so all the ceilings are cute and angled. however that affects some furniture decisions.  i am lonely some of the time, but dont want a roommate. over all i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appearance. i got my lip ring a week ago.</content>
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    <title>fucking end already</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T20:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T20:31:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">count down 27 days.&lt;br /&gt;already made it through a lapse of 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that it is not even halfway over.</content>
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    <title>hmm forgot about this</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T03:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T03:32:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lets see.  the last time that i updated this was 97 weeks ago.  (i didnt count, it told me) and i have to say, going back and rereading this i dont think i would have been my friend.  "cry cry poor me"  i was a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i will fill in the 97 weeks so that in two more years when i re remember this site i will remember what happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;significant others-&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i remember reading was that i was going out with sean. that lasted all of a week and i didn't even get the benefits of having a boyfriend that went to my school, like kisses in the hall way or walking each other to class.  strangely enough i saw him tonight for the first time in a year.  he told me i looked good in his hat.  how strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was brandon senior year.  we started going out around spring breakish but we were over before senior prom.  it was group dates and drunken kisses and that is all that relationship was really.  i am pretty sure that in the entire dating process we were alone two times.   we still went to prom as "friends"  and by that i mean i was not allowed to come near him or touch him in any way.  their power went out and i had a sucky date and i was grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hooked up with a couple girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on and off with an older guy for a while. that was a mistake.  and that is all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried for this real cute girl.  she did not like girls at all.  but i kissed her twice.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found the boy i love now.  he deserves the whole story i think.&lt;br /&gt;we had a class together.  BSC  fucking crazy teacher.  he lied all the time.  we had to read like 8 books.  but we only had two 10 page papers for a grade. he also didnt take attendance so there were only 7 people in class ever. but we all came every day.  becca was in the class with me, so i really didnt feel the need to make friends.  there was a cut boy though... ben. he facebooked first i imed first.  he invited me to a party.  then within that week he invited me to spend a week at his house over break... before we where going out.  but we are now.  it will be 6 months on the 17th.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school-&lt;br /&gt;i graduated 4 people from the stage.  i was pissed.  then i went to buffstate.  i dorm.  i will have a suite next semester. and then next year i plan on getting an apartment with my boy.  then for my senior year i think i am going to FIT.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;appearance-&lt;br /&gt;i chopped all my hair off.  i dyed it dark.  i have a tattoo.  i want a lip ring.</content>
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    <title>: )</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T04:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T04:57:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center"&amp;gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;kendra diane --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who likes to steal tins of tuna
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>"The bridges all crumbled...</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T03:50:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T03:50:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The water soaks into rocks &lt;br /&gt;That fell at the bottom of the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much is changing.&lt;br /&gt;the things that i once believed in, i have a hard time excepting.&lt;br /&gt;the people i listened to, i fallowed, i trusted... turned.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could go back.&lt;br /&gt;talk them out of doing all of the garbage that they did.&lt;br /&gt;tell them that they will be hurting people down the road.</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-05-21T01:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-21T05:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-21T05:38:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i am getting &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; allergic to cats.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died at mikes... it hurt to breath.&lt;br /&gt;then i got home did the inhaler thing, but now i am all shaky and dizzy, i have only used it 2 other times, and i dont remember if this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;it is kind of fun though.&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk to someone. but no one in their right mind is up at 1:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i will go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;night all.</content>
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    <title>prom:</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T03:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T03:48:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;at first i was self-conscious, didn’t want to look ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like... no one is going to come up to me and tell me that i do not dance well, and if they make fun of me behind my back, it happens anyway.. so i just did my own thing and i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Andy is the best dancer i have ever meet.  she is adorable, and makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;and thank you Ben for our dace.&lt;br /&gt;still bummed that plans for after didn’t work out, but the night was a lot of fun to say the least.</content>
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    <title>i have the best story.</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T22:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T22:40:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but i like to tell it, so i don’t want to type it, and make you hear it again later... so ask me...&lt;br /&gt;believe me it is worth your time.</content>
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    <title>i watched caption planet today.</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T01:54:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T01:54:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">which is my favorite little kids show ever... &lt;br /&gt;then my parents friends came over... and because i was watching that show the embarrassing things i did as a little kid were fresh in their minds... and of course they shared them.  Thanks family. i love you too.</content>
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    <title>ahh life.</title>
    <published>2006-04-28T22:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:05:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it can go from best time to tears in 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i speak the truth.. i timed it.</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-04-21T00:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T04:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T04:46:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night the love of my life spent the night at my house.. i had a beautiful pic of her.. that my brother deleted because he hates me. &lt;br /&gt;basically we terrorized some of my friends online until 2 and then went and talked in my room until we fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;Over all,  what we concluded that. (well i can't say the first two lines because they are highly inappropriate when taken out of context.. actually they were inappropriate in context also...) &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;3. when men are put in positions of power... well this one is bad too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok forget that rambling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning we woke up, to the sound of a three year old pounding on the door, telling us to unlock it because he is "very mad." &lt;br /&gt;then i made myself breakfast... i would have made maggie some too.. but she makes fun of my cooking, and i don’t need her sass so early in the morning.. so i made her make her own. &lt;br /&gt;then we created her and her love on Sims 2. &lt;br /&gt;but didn’t have enough time to play it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she left i talked on the phone with James, he makes me smile, i looked at the 2002 year book, when all the seniors were in 8th grade. &lt;br /&gt;it was amusing... i liked it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched some tv. and then slept for most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got ready for my coffee shop expedition, we decided that we were going to dress up, and act sophisticated and go to a coffee shop. well i was acting, he really is. &lt;br /&gt;before we left i was told "he is going to wish he saw you before he agreed to accompany you.." well that made me feel confident for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up going to starbucks.. not really the feel i was going for... we sat outside, and as the evening progressed it got colder, and due to the fact that i was in a skirt.. it was freezing to say the least, but i was in great company... so i didn’t mind at all. we saw Laura, she is really pretty, and makes me smile, i feel special that she stopped to talk to us for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;then my mom called his cell phone, that really happens much more then it should.. and by that i mean, it shouldn’t happen ever, and it does all the time.. &lt;br /&gt;then i went to Sarah’s house&amp;heart;.. but the sleep over was postponed.</content>
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    <title>vacation is always needed, but i am not sure if i like it.</title>
    <published>2006-04-18T01:49:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-18T01:49:08Z</updated>
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish that my friends would stay home more. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;background info:&lt;/strong&gt; if you haven’t figured this out, i like to touch people, and be touched, don’t twist that in your mind, i am just saying, i hug and holding hands a lot, and i grab people around the waist when i talk to them. i think it is because i never got it from my family, i am in a no emotion environment,&lt;strike&gt; which either means i was born in to the wrong family, or it really screwed me up, i cry every day with out fail.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyhow.. point is, i haven’t been around people that will love me and hold me close so yeah if Sean, or Sarah, or Gabby, or Noelle, or Laura, or Maggie will come to my rescue, i would love that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;i miss you all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;come back to me soon :( &lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>stole from James Iarocci... dec something 2005</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T05:05:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T05:11:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">†.[The Basics].†&lt;br /&gt;What's your full name?: &lt;b&gt;kendra diane folsom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's your birthday? &lt;b&gt;02/25/89&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your sign?: &lt;b&gt; picies &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your nationality?: &lt;b&gt; english, german &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?: &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you act?: &lt;b&gt; depends who i am around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gender are you: &lt;b&gt; female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty, lefty, or ambidextrous?: &lt;b&gt; Righty &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school do you go to?: &lt;b&gt; Kenmore West&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?: &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all your classes?: &lt;b&gt; math, parenting, anatomy, choir, us history, health, gym, lunch, English &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get good grades?: &lt;b&gt; they could be better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you TRY to get good grades?: &lt;b&gt; Yes, extra credit is a glorious thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†.[Your Appearance].†&lt;br /&gt;What's your natural hair color?: &lt;b&gt; dirty blond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?: &lt;b&gt;5'6"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your skin?: &lt;b&gt; according to my foundation color, soft ivory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?: &lt;b&gt; yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about contacts?: &lt;b&gt; i wish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoo's?: &lt;b&gt; not yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or braces?: &lt;b&gt; not anymore :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the clothes you're wearing right now..: &lt;b&gt; white tank top, blue jeans, and a baby think it over bracelet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†.[Favorites].†&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color(s)?: &lt;b&gt; red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite band(s)?: &lt;b&gt; last conservative, copeland, fallout boy, relient k&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite weather(s)?: &lt;b&gt; thunder storm, perfect for dances and kisses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite video game(s)?: &lt;b&gt; Lester, zombies ate my neighbors, tetras, crash bandicoot &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite element(s)?: &lt;b&gt;...is mercury an element? because i like that a lot, i didnt take chemistry in school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite stuffed animal(s)?: &lt;b&gt; my red white and blue elephant that i made in 8th grade home and carrers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite subject(s): &lt;b&gt; theater, english with Lee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite soda(s)?: &lt;b&gt; black cherry vanilla dr pepper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite food(s)?: &lt;b&gt; raviolis, frosting, pineapples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite time(s) of the day?: &lt;b&gt; when it is dark outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite movie(s)?: &lt;b&gt; movies: anything done by Tim Burton, musicals: rent, the newsies, rigoletto, grease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite restaurant(s)?: &lt;b&gt; fortunatos, arbies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite type(s) of transportation?: &lt;b&gt; In my mind, train, i know i will love it, but i have yet to be on one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite number(s)?: &lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite letter(s) of the alphabet?: &lt;b&gt; who comes up with these questions? i dont have one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite song?: &lt;b&gt; youre beautiful by james blunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†.[Preferences In A Lover].†&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone at the moment?: &lt;b&gt; yes, i am going out with him :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred height? [Shorter, taller, same height.]: &lt;b&gt; doesnt bother me, as long as he is ok with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred personality?: &lt;b&gt; hard to explain, but i know what i want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred hair color: &lt;b&gt; Doesn't matter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What race do you prefer?: &lt;b&gt; again, doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you heterosexual, bisexual, or homosexual?: &lt;b&gt; Heterosexual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†.[Friends].†&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot of friends?: &lt;b&gt; nope, but the ones i do have a close&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend? Who?: &lt;b&gt; yes, my love maggie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends have you known the longest?: &lt;b&gt; the four armstrongs, zack, alex, grant, and chels.  boy do i miss them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fell in love with one of your friends?: &lt;b&gt; i wouldnt call it love yet, but i am working on it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it screw your friendship up afterwards?: &lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends have the best smile?: &lt;b&gt; Laura&amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one of them smells the best?: &lt;b&gt; sean or maggie.. both amazing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends is the biggest flirt?: &lt;b&gt; MAGGIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends are the best couple?: &lt;b&gt; tie: mark and reba or sean and noelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends have the best eyes?: &lt;b&gt; my brother isnt really a friend, but this one has to go to him...they are blue with white specks in them, darn my parents for giving him the pretty eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends have the best personality?: &lt;b&gt; gabby. love her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends have the best looks?: &lt;b&gt;  noelle, she is a model for goodness sakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the coolest friend you have?: &lt;b&gt; Elexa, i dont know if she considers me a friend, but i aspire to be that girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the best singing voice?: &lt;b&gt; boy: james i. or mike r., girl: alicia p.-7th grade talent show :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is most likely to end up in jail?: &lt;b&gt; joe for having sex on a park bench somewhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the best clothing style?: &lt;b&gt; again, it is an assumption that we are friends, but elexa, then noelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the best athlete?: &lt;b&gt; why me of corse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the best dancer?: &lt;b&gt; my lovely dance partner James&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your newest friend?: &lt;b&gt; james&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your shyest friend?: &lt;b&gt; there isnt one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's your most sociable friend?: &lt;b&gt; sarah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your most hyper friend?: &lt;b&gt; michelle :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last friend you've talked to on the phone?: &lt;b&gt;  james. oh goodness that was 3 days ago, everyone needs to come home from vacation right now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online?: &lt;b&gt; tim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In person?: &lt;b&gt; becca boo for .1 sec after 8th on Thursday, really people, come home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who talks to you the most?: &lt;b&gt; james&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get mad at your friends?: &lt;b&gt; yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have one of your friends ever broken your heart?: &lt;b&gt; yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wished you could drive a chainsaw down on one of your friend's head?: &lt;b&gt; no, maybe punch them in the face, but a chain saw?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends do you act like the most?: &lt;b&gt; i dont act like anyone, they are all too cool for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†.[Have You Ever..].†&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?: &lt;b&gt; No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been drunk?: &lt;b&gt; No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?: &lt;b&gt; no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sky diving?: &lt;b&gt; No, but i am going to make my uncle joe go again, and take me with him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something could've gotten you arrested for?: &lt;b&gt; no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over somebody?: &lt;b&gt; i cry every day, so that is a safe bet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped?: &lt;b&gt; No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone?: &lt;b&gt; no, they would kill themselves, and then i would feel bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the same bed as someone of the opposite sex?: &lt;b&gt; a few times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker?: &lt;b&gt; strip truth or dare once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all night?: &lt;b&gt; Yes, lots of times&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stayed awake for 2+ days straight?: &lt;b&gt; no, i am not insane &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went a day without eating?: &lt;b&gt; yes, for the 30 hour famine, it is coming up again in a few months, you should sponsor me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger?: &lt;b&gt; no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of committing murder?: &lt;b&gt; no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a near death experience?: &lt;b&gt; no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed over someone? &lt;b&gt; me no never.. ok yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been outside your home country?: &lt;b&gt; Canada and the Bahamas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke a promise?: &lt;b&gt; i am sure i have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied?: &lt;b&gt; yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream about having sex?: &lt;b&gt; no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about having sex?: &lt;b&gt; once or twice :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had surgery?: &lt;b&gt; No, hopefully one day&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-04-15T01:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T05:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-15T05:02:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thursday I was called down to guidance during 7th period.  There was a student in with Mrs. Hoblar, so I was waiting in the carrier center portion, and all of the counselors thought my baby think it over was a real baby.  (My counselor actually knows my name.  That was a surprise.)   Anyhow then I talked to the Mrs. Hoblar, apparently Graetz realized, that I was getting picked on in class, so she set this up for me.  I cant help but find this ironic because she has laughed along with these remarks in class.  Oh well it is a nice thought I guess, I don’t want anything to result from this, it is school everyone gets picked on, I am over it, if they make a big deal about this then she will just do it more.  Therefore I decided that I am not going to say anything in that class for the rest of the year, so she cant make fun of me, and take Mr. Watson up on calc next year, she defiantly wont be in that class with me.&lt;br /&gt;After school I took the baby next door to let scoter see it, and have them help me with a name.  Grandma came up with Nora Jane.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I have the Passover Cater I remembered how much I hate horse radish… you have to put it on some matza and then put this apple concoction (that tastes good) over it. I don’t like the cader that much.. But next year is my last year of it.  &lt;br /&gt;The baby cried not 3 mins after we finished the cater.  What a good baby.  We’ll see how good she is in church on Sunday haha. &lt;br /&gt;taking care of the.. not bad at all, but it is the heaviest thing of LIFE!  Literally my arms are killing me, and my shoulders.  &lt;br /&gt;Rocking is really annoying too.  &lt;br /&gt;The max. rocking time is 45 mins.  So far my record is 40.  &lt;br /&gt;I snapped its head back once, because I was in the shower, and it started to cry, so I had to get out, and was about to put the bracelet in it’s back, but then I thought, &lt;br /&gt;hmm putting something wet in a electronic baby = not so much.  So I leaned over for a towel and the head snapped back… it was sad.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my loves, I don’t know what to do with myself, I just sit at home with the baby.  My parents left for the weekend and my brother works, so I am home a lone a lot.  If I was smart I would work on homework, or my dress, or the design for James play, or my monkey lines, but.. We all know that isn’t going to happen for quite some time.</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-04-11T16:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T20:44:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T20:44:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sean asked me out on sat.  it made me smile &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals are starting for the spring play, i have blocking tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;although it is seriously interfering with James' play.. i shed a tear when i think about that.  I cant help but think that i am not contributing to that play at all, i came up with a design for the set, but now that wont work and have done no costuming or even brought in furniture.  I promise i will get my act together, over break and everything will be better when we get back... i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report card... it was ok i guess. except for parenting.  Everyone says that it is a blow off class, and that it is an easy A... which is cool... but i have an 89.  i am not sure how this happened.  well yes i am, i got her mad at me the second day of class and now she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;raven has a 97&lt;br /&gt;Sarah has a 94&lt;br /&gt;becca had an 88, but then she talked to the teacher and now she has a 95.&lt;br /&gt;i have an 89... i talked to the teacher.. i now have an 89.&lt;br /&gt;the part that i really don’t understand is that we all do the same work... there have been numerous occasions where we split up the problems then copied... alright. i excepting it and moving on i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no plans for spring break... so anyone else with no plans.. hang out with me so that i feel loved ok?  downfall: i will have baby think it over from parenting all week, i need extra credit if you are wondering why, see previous paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dissected a cat today.  i don’t like cats.  in class Alicia had on a shirt that said  something to the effect of member of the humane treatment for animals foundation. i giggled a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-04-03T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-04T04:19:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T04:19:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We did a read threw of the spring play today. &lt;br /&gt;I am a monkey &lt;sup&gt;&lt;strike&gt;type cast starting?&lt;/strike&gt; based on the writer Kafka.&lt;br /&gt;i did some research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="256" width="200" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/legalhistory/JURISTEN/kafka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very reserved, a vegetarian, Jewish, man....&lt;br /&gt;then the biography confuses me, "he had numerous affairs and &lt;u&gt;one night stands&lt;/u&gt; with barmaids, waitresses, and shopping girls, not to mention his visits to the &lt;u&gt;whorehouse&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;then the next paragraph says "the most bizarre aspect of his sex life, though, was that &lt;em&gt;sex was absolutely repulsive and disgusting to him. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be naive, but i honestly don’t know why he goes to whorehouses... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did cute boyfriend things though, like he would sit in a tree outside his girls' window to talk to her late at night, and write fairy tails to read her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-03-27T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T03:24:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T03:25:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">made soup today.&lt;br /&gt;so now i am pretty much a chef.&lt;br /&gt;i went over to heaters house to do it for a health project,&lt;br /&gt;and we did a good job if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried like 2 times, her dad thought i was being a smart alic, i was just clarifying. &lt;br /&gt;ex. i was told to "brown" the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked "doesn’t the chicken turn white when it is cooked?"&lt;br /&gt;i just didn’t want to do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, he said we did a good job, and complemented our cooking... which is good for us, considering heather has only made scrambled eggs for the first time, haha and i can do the basics omelet, French toast, pancakes, spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home and went to my grandmas to get some paint to make the poster part of the project pretty, and then on the way home there was a man walking down the middle of the street saying "boom, boom, boom" it was a bit scary, my adrenalin kicked in, but then i thought about the guy from the hills have eyes who was halfway naked in a wheel chair with an extremely big head, and i had to laugh... because they both said the "boom, boom boom" the same way.</content>
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    <title>oh my day was so.... amazing!</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T23:24:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T23:24:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got up early this morning, and maggie and i went to Tim Hortins, we had an hour to kill before we had to be at the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a bunch of mid thirty early forty men that came in and they keep finding ways to talk to us.  Stupid ways too... like they asked if we were professional hockey players in town for an all girls tournament... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;there were other odd questions too.... i blame it all on Maggie... darn her for attracting older men to us (happens was more then it should)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got to the salon with out getting lost.  that was due to my expert sense of detection.... haha. right.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i got was a massage. it felt so good. at fist i was like... ok i am laying here with only underwear on.. creepy.. but then it was really nice, so i got over it.&lt;br /&gt;then i did my hair and make up, i didn’t really want it cut, because i just got it cut... so she just evened out a few places.&lt;br /&gt;then i got a pedicure and a manicure.  and the lady who was doing my nails was truing to set me up with her son, it was amusing, she was going to call him to come over, but he was at work.... who knows i may go back to get my hair done for junior prom or something and make her remember me.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home to an empty house.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn’t go any were because my mom wanted me to do my homework.. i feel so pretty, and am showing it off to no one.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* oh well it was a really great day anyhow.</content>
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    <title>today, i had a dream about the wizard of oz...</title>
    <published>2006-03-16T03:17:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-16T03:21:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but it was so messed up... &lt;br /&gt;all the roles were the same, except for Joe, he was now one of the lullaby leagues.... Joe in a pink leotard, and pink tights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one time Preston was running off stage, and gabby kept yelling at it, and she walked out on stage with him, and said "you stupid dog, i hate you Preston (realized she was on stage) uhh i mean Toto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one time joe and Shawn were looking into each other's eyes and reciting something, but Joe was in his pint leotard, so i didn’t go any closer then eye shot, but i have to admit at this time i thought it was a joke, him just playing around back stage.... until...&lt;br /&gt;the next time i looked over Shawn had on Joe’s too-too over his costume, and Laduca comes running by and was like, you are on in like 30 secs. for the next song, and Shawn gave the too-too back and Joe went on stage like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience was predominantly black (needed to add to what Sophia said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this time that we were going on stage someone had Sophia’s skirt stuck to their foot.  And all of a sudden you hear Amanda say, it is on stage (Amanda is always on top of everything) so i grab it from the floor and handed it to Sophia as she ran on stage with a shirt and tights on, and she said "thanks... shoot, i thought i was going to ask shaniqa (point to an audience member) over there to hand me my skirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still laugh at that sentence... i thought it was the funniest thing in the world.  it sounded so much like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we got out on stage the scarecrow wouldn’t do anything, he just sat in the corner and cried because his costume was bad.  it looked like a pair of red plaid pj's it was really funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a good nap.</content>
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    <title>the musical is over.</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T23:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T23:52:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i didn't cry.  but i feel like i am still going to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;the cast was fun... but i wish i got a lot closer to more of the people... &lt;br /&gt;that was something i wanted all throughout, but, mostly at the end because of some party that was going on? i don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;i always want to be excepted by people, and i feel like it never happens.  the worst part was that people liked freshman over me... i fell like freshman are not supposed to be pretty or well liked... they are supposed to be awkward... then as they get older the people in high school like them... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I got the "best legs" award... for being the tallest munchkin... (elexa is pretty close though, i dont know if i really am).  &lt;br /&gt;The cast party was fun, one thing that i do know is that i will &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; miss Brian asking if people like the way his "junk" looks, when he is in his full spandex suit.&lt;br /&gt;after i went back to noelle’s with gabby… had fun being our usual obnoxious selves.  Good times, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;that is about it... i cant wait for the spring play, less people, hopefully a closer cast... that is if i make it.</content>
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    <title>boys make life hard.</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T02:49:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T02:49:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here is the story… I liked a boy who was going out with a girl, but another girl also liked him… (we’ll call her… the pretty girl).&amp;nbsp; The boy did in fact like the pretty girl back, but so did one of my close friends… if the story ended there I would want my close friend to get the pretty girl, however… two of my best friends&amp;nbsp; liked the close friend of mine… &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will draw a diagram….&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I want them all to get what they want.. But that isn’t going to happen.. So I am going to break out of this crazy little thing… you guys can all have fun, don’t hurt each other too bad… remember everyone has feelings.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>ahhhitsamonster @ 2006-03-03T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-04T05:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-04T05:05:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;gabby and i danced the tango out in the hall way of the school when we weren’t onstage during rehearsal the other day....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;right after i pushed her up ageist the lockers and we made sweet music...&lt;br /&gt;that is what happens when you give girls with active imaginations very small roles...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;we have to amuse ourselves somehow....&lt;br /&gt;you want to know what we looked like???&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="450" alt="" src="http://www.blackfilm.com/i3/movies/r/rent/032_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear... we looked just like it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>once upon a time....</title>
    <published>2006-03-03T03:49:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-03T03:49:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i joined stage crew for like 3 days.... mostly because i still love Kevin. and i aspire to be Amy.. so anything to help them, i will do.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am over my stage crew kick though... i stayed in school until 8:45 on Tuesday.  9:00 on Wednesday and 10:15 on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;yeah... and the positive attention that i wanted from doing such things didnt really happen... actually i found out that i lose at life.  and that makes me sad.  so sad i cant even be happy for the good parts of the situation what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;that was just me ranting.. there is no way anyone will understand that. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;the end.</content>
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    <title>tomorrow is my birthday.</title>
    <published>2006-02-25T03:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-25T03:29:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i haven’t done anything all vacation,&lt;br /&gt;and i have no plans for the day celebrating my birth.&lt;br /&gt;how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to do something..&lt;br /&gt;believe me, the day is wide open.&lt;br /&gt;i am open for suggestions.</content>
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    <title>Paula was right</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T03:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T03:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when she said all high school girls love Will.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;I voted for him&lt;br /&gt;Multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;Like 15.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.</content>
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