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  <title>And now all I can see are the planets in a row</title>
  <subtitle>Suggesting that I slow down</subtitle>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dork_mizer:209006</id>
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    <title>And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town</title>
    <published>2009-04-30T15:06:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-18T04:42:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lady Antebellum/I Run To You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So rather than doing my big HTML project that is due on Saturday, I have decided to write in LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the great announcement I have to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREROGOERGYU 9084YGUOIGHDFG. That's what. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking way too much lately... About everything. It's not cool. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no desire to go to work tonight. Not to mention, I feel so bad that I couldn't/didn't work for Abi Monday and she ended up working... Ugh... I just want to get away from everything right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really don't know what to do anymore. I'm confused about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a million fights could make me hate you&lt;br /&gt;You're invincible&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's true&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where I find peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Let's light up the town&lt;br /&gt;Scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out? &lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're ready to break&lt;br /&gt;Don't look away"</content>
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    <title>Now I know I'm not a princess This ain't a fairytale</title>
    <published>2009-03-21T15:36:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-21T15:36:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cobra Starship/The Church of Hot Addiction</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My cat is annoying the piss out of me lately. She pisses on everything, and won't stop meowing. And in the middle of the night, she digs. Leading me to go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, I'm updating? Yeah I'm bored as hell and I have nothing to do. It's the last 2 days of Spring Break, and I have no one to hang out with. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is one month since I had to put the puppy to sleep... This has been a hard month. =\ Blah. And now I'm alone... and feeling incredibly lonely. I want another puppy, just for that comfort and companionship for when Ray isn't here. Nyeh. Unconditional love is great from a fuzzy friend. I hate feeling lonely. Whenever I was feeling lonely the puppy was there for me. =( And it's Saturday, so I'll be at work before Ray comes home so I don't get to talk to him. BLAAAH. Seriously. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much sleep last night. I hate it when that happens. And my eyes are sore. Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's 49 days until school is over, thank God. Then Ray and I begin our apartment hunting, I can get out of this house, and I can get the hell away from Frendly's... Just start a new life, which will be good. I can't take much more of this. I'm far too stressed out lately. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really...blah lately. I'm not even sure why. =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna read this? Oh, right, no one. =| No one really reads LJ anymore. BAAAH.</content>
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    <title>Arg.</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T16:26:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T16:46:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is all getting to be too much. I can't fucking do this. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started hyperventilating because I was asked to come in an hour early, and I didn't know when I was supposed to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! Don't I normally work during the day on Tuesdays? Why yes, good observation.But Jay called me last night and said that Katie wasn't working today and she asked me if she could have my hours because Jay told her I didn't want to work today. So yay! No Work! But then Katriena texts me saying "You know Katie was supposed to work tonight, right? Are you taking that shift?" Whatthefuck. And then Brittany just says "Oh hey could you come in an hour earlier?" But I haven't even responded saying I'm taking that shift, but apparently I am because I switched shifts with Katie when I said yes. Not Katie's fault, because she didn't know she was working. Not Jay's fault, because he didn't know either. My fault for not wanting to work. Now I'm fucking working 'til close. I FUCKING HATE CLOSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course my dad calls asking if we can cash his goddamn bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO GO THE FUCK AWAY. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking going insane. I really am. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my hardest to do this all by myself. To not rant. To just be happy. Why is that so hard? Why is it so fucking hard for me? Why aren't I strong enough? Why can't I be happy around him? For him? Why is it getting so much harder to keep those promises? Why don't I feel good enough? Why can't I deal with all of this shit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible, unstable bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps after taking dad out I'll just drive somewhere. I have no idea where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT WAIT. Dad doesn't ask to go places. I quote him this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: When do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Idk, I was thinking in a couple minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Okay, cause after wards I want to go to Betro's to pick up my meds. Then we can go out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done fighting all of this.</content>
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    <title>Screw you, life.</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T16:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T16:09:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it that when everything is going incredibly well, something needs to happen to screw it up for us? What do we do to deserve that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being up until 2 or 3 and not being able to sleep, I now have to go to work. I feel like shit and my stomach is still killing me. I can't deal with people today. I just can't. It's going to be a long day filled with me trying to not yell at the first person to bitch to me about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? I'm worried about everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many stupid things running through my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to have to get a job he hates. I don't know why, I just don't think he should. I want him to enjoy life now... He'll be working his ass off later... &lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to get yelled at...or lectured at... or whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't the fucking lady just take the money? And why the fuck was she blaming him? IT WASN'T HIS FUCKING FAULT YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT. Ugh, god. Why the fuck couldn't you just pay the goddamn registration fee you twit?! ...I just feel bad I didn't speak up when she was blaming him for it. I wish I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then because of this I'm just getting more and more upset about everything. I'm just getting weaker and weaker throughout this whole thing. It's getting difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know... I want Christmas so I can be happy and not think about everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\</content>
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    <title>RantRantRant</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T16:43:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T16:43:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ranting before work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, mom always promised me I'd never lose my place of residence again after Stoughton. Although, I know to never take anything she says seriously now. I just don't get how a mother can not care for her children. But whatever. I also don't get how bad people get what they want. Stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... So we can't get the money from insurance and my dad is being incredibly stubborn. Like what the fuck. We're going to lose the house YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING. I know you don't care about it and you could move out when you need to, but I can't. I can't just go find some where because I'm disabled. And what about Jay and Kris? And I do NOT want Ray to get some random job  just so we can pay for a crappy apartment together... He has a good life, and I don't want to ruin it because he has to move out before planned. It just has to last a little bit longer. Just until May... Please? Please? If not... Ugh I don't know. This just sucks pretty hard. I'm scared. I'm scared I won't have anywhere to go. My pride won't let me stay with Ray. It would kill me because I would feel like a mooch. His family has done so much for me, but they don't need someone else in their house. They don't need another kid. I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. And scared. But now I have to go to work.</content>
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    <title>Notemine's Down</title>
    <published>2008-10-14T10:45:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-14T10:45:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sugarland/Stay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Am I that easy to lie to?</content>
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    <title>Oh, Notemine.</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T15:16:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T15:16:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brad Paisley/Letter To Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">For all you Notemine people, this is Dravenelle. My LJ is bitching a lot, but only because it's what I didn't post on Notemine, or needed more depth explained for myself. Once I start using it more, it'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, excuse the messed up LJ layout. That'll get changed soon enough. ...In the next month? Maybe. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just made a post for Notemine. SHUSH. =3</content>
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    <title>My LJ is for ranting...</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T23:30:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T23:30:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My LJ has now turned into a Rant Journal for when the NM post time is too long and my mind is going wild. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking do this anymore. I just... I can't. I'm trying &lt;b&gt;so hard&lt;/b&gt; to do this on my own. I'm trying so hard to do it by myself. To not rely on ranting to Ray to make myself feel better. To not bring down a perfectly good day by bawling my eyes out at the end of it. To not be some insecure psycho girlfriend like I have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is sort of taking it's toll on me. I hate not having that much free time because by the time I get back from work I'm really tired. Not to mention, they're making me work this Saturday even though they accidentally gave it to me off. And I'm probably working 5 of the 7 days of Spring Break, which sucks even more. I do need the money, however... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly it's just me trying to deal with my emotions by myself this past week. I'm so bad at it. It's so painfully obvious when something is wrong and of course it ruins the day. Why am I actually really trying? Because no matter what Ray says or does, I forget it later and that calm it brought me goes away. With every day it actually gets harder and harder to be really happy with a stupid nagging voice in the back of my head. I just... I don't know. I am so upset with myself it's not even funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not enough sleep? Is it too much stress? What the hell is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I want to say, but a public domain is nowhere for it to be said, and it would completely defeat my attempt at dealing with my stupidity by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop crying every day. I want to stop ruining Ray's day and mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I feel fucking horrible is a giant understatement. And I know you hate it when I'm like this/say this, but I hate me right now. Sorry that I probably just ruined your night like always...</content>
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    <title>dork_mizer @ 2008-03-08T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T00:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T00:30:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't breathe.</content>
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    <title>Tell me you'll breathe me 'till your last breath Liar, liar</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T03:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T03:48:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Words cannot explain what I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NM is down, which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I have work tomorrow, which sucks more. &lt;br /&gt;My head hurts. &lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My heart hurts.</content>
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    <title>She can't hide it anymore So scream now or forever live in hell Her silence isn't virtue</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T19:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T19:33:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dashboard Confessional/Don't Wait</lj:music>
    <content type="html">LJ updates instead of doing homework. That's the way life goes when you're cool like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work at 5 today. It's all good though, I hope. I think. I don't know. At least I do know this is something I would not want to do forever? ...I already knew that, but whatever. It's alright, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. what else. School is alright. The classes aren't incredibly boring, and I have someone to talk to in all of them but Sociology, but that's first period and I'd probably rather just sleep. Although, my English class seems to be filled with some stupid people... And I think one of them used to be my friend in Stoughton. Ah, well. C'est la vie. And of course, Ray is in my Oral Interpretation and English class, so yay! My math class is borderline retarded. The teacher isn't very good at telling us where things are or anything. Oh, internet classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notemine 2.0 is coming out in a day or two! That makes me incredibly excited, like you don't even know. I just hope I won't be at work when it's launched so I can go look at all the AWESOME features!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. I'm in such a weird mood of over-thinking. Fuck you, over-thinking. I'm bad at this confidence thing, I think. I would just like to go to a corner for right now. Meh. I really just want to be older and living with Ray and knowing what I'm doing in life. I'm sure that would make it a bit easier on me. No second guessing myself or thinking about how I've potentially messed up that day. And let me tell ya, I can easily find somewhere I think I've messed up. Then I start to feel really bad and just bleh. I just wanna get away for a day or something and not have to worry about *anything*. I hope when I house sit in March it'll be something like that. Hopefully I can get that week off from work. If not, that's okay, I could just drive to Medfield to work. But I will need that week off in July for NH. No one's taking NH away from me. &amp;gt;| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words really can't explain how much I want to not be acting like this. Fuckin' A. I know, I know. I could just be happier! I am happy a lot of times, it's just when I'm not. (Durrrr.) My mind just likes to go to worst thing possible a lot. It's not totally my fault. I'm just scared. I can't help that I'm scared, can I? ...Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I seriously don't know who even reads this anymore. =| What happened to you, LJ? Everyone ran away...</content>
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    <title>I've been waiting such a long long time Don't you dare change your mind</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T00:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T00:17:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, holyshitapocalypsestyle. It's another update. With pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my crazy day &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I forgot my camera in my car when we went to Bird Park, but after lunch Erin, Clay, Kathy, and I went to the Walpole Mall. First we went to iParty. In iParty we found a giant stalking. Kathy could fit in this giant stalking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/sheriffday/DSC00546.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went and tried on crazy hats. We finally got the idea of popcap guns, sheriff badges,silly string, and mustaches! Once we bought our goods, we put on the mustaches! Behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/sheriffday/DSC00548.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/sheriffday/DSC00549.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/sheriffday/DSC00550.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there is no picture of me. I was hiding and taking the pictures, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we were walking a lady in Subway stopped us and it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Can I ask why you're all wearing mustaches?&lt;br /&gt;Erin: Why &lt;i&gt;aren't&lt;/i&gt; you wearing a mustache? Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty amazing. People kept looking at us and laughing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into Pinches and Pounds and started our documentary, which was then killed because you can't have cameras in the store. WTF? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to KBToys and continued our documentary! First, we documented Clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we documented Kathy and Erin's sword fight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was all over as far as the documentary went. So we went out in the parking lot and shot off our guns and went to claim our cars at Applebees. We then proceeded to go to Bird Park where we ran around shooting things and played with Silly String.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty awesome day. =) I loved it! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Photobucket was being a bitch with the videos, check for edits later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm in love with my guitar.</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T21:30:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T21:32:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Instant Star! =3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">4 am adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit,that's not the dishwasher! IT'S THE FRIGGIN SHOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/DSC00539.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. What's going on downstairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/DSC00540.jpg"&gt; Steam everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b286/StatikFiction/DSC00543.jpg"&gt; Puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. that was my morning, basically. A pipe exploded behind the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I DON'T HAVE A SHOWER FOR AN INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME. AAHHH ;-; I am not happy about this. At all. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you LJ. Kind of. But no one reads you anymore that doesn't read NM. D: How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to eat with Clay, Kathy, Erin, and Steffi tomorrow. Now THAT is exciting. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, that's it. =)</content>
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    <title>dork_mizer @ 2007-12-17T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T23:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T23:30:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ray wants me to make a happy update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's the only one who even reads this anymore, huh? Yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should be studying. He's paying more attention to the computer, though. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOODNESS. OH SO HAPPY. SQUEE FILLED JOY. YAAAAAAAAY!!! =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I totally own and am done with classes - that's joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He's sitting there telling me to make it happy, and I was apparently being fake happy. So this is like a wtf is going on, man? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOODNESS REAL HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hahaha PL makes my life. Seriously. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven is ranting. About what, I have no idea. But it makes me giggle all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... STUDY, DAMN IT. hmph. That means you. ----------&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am plenty happy. Someone convince this boy that I am happy? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pokin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. happy happy happy happy. IT'S REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wtf this is just like me typing instead of actually talking. What a lame journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's almost Christmas! (I am happy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be keeping some kick ass headphones, speakers and TOTORO STUFFIE. =3 It's awesome and the best size ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hahahaha oh my goodness. That was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my present from Ray, but not an inflatable Santa. D: It will never be as cuddly as Totoro. For reals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I have to go help Ray study instead of making a happy entry.</content>
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    <title>And amongst this self inflicted pain I can see my beautiful rescue</title>
    <published>2007-12-11T18:12:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T18:12:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes/Padraic, My Prince</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nyeh. Who needs to update? I do! I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is just procrastinating from my Western Civ research paper. Ick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the list of the ghettotasticness that is my car, I think it's leaking brake fluid. ARG. WTF. At least I don't have to pay for brake work. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...And I just found out that Addie ate my headphones when she got out. Grrr... At least they still work. I would be very mad if they didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of dreams last night about Jordan... I want to go see him but god, am I scared... Why? I know he's gone. But once I go it's final. He really is never coming back... I just don't know. I miss him a lot... There hasn't been a day where I haven't thought about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Let's get to something better... hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could just totally blank, that's cool too, yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. My mind is all weird lately. It goes from one extreme to another over nothing... I guess I'm disappointed in myself? Who knows...That could all be a load of crap. I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. I guess I should go start my research paper... or at least get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ねぇDarlin'プリーズ、プリーズ置いてかないで、お願い&lt;br /&gt;バカだって事ぐらいわかってる、わかってるから&lt;br /&gt;もう少し、もう少しだけバカな娘でいさせてよ</content>
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    <title>dork_mizer @ 2007-11-20T21:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-21T02:52:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-21T02:52:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HOUSE &lt;3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't tell you how many times I come back to LJ to see the last entry that it saved that I never posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O I didn't even read this one. I'm in an alright mood, and don't need to read that to be sad. (And now it's gone forever, so there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching House. =) yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts really badly and I have no idea why. It sucks. Right now hurts wicked bad. It's hurt for like 2 weeks, but right now I can barely move. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - I HAVE A CAR!!! Woohoo. I bought a couple seat covers and one doesn't fit (the driver's side is bigger than the passenger D:), and a steering wheel cover that doesn't fit. I just can't win! It's sad! But I'm going to return them and stuff tomorrow maybe. If I have time. If not, I might brave the store on Friday. Ew, Thanksgiving day. And maybe I'll go out job hunting... I have to do that, anyway. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to the wife of the guy who sold me the car. She is legally blind, has Alzheimer's, and has dementia. She can't even remember how old she is. She asked me how old I was at least 10 times, and said the names of all her husband's siblings at least 20 times. At one point in time she was rambling and ended a sentence with "I had a husband, too." Paul informed her that she still does, and she just smiled and said "Oh? Well, then I'm happy!" It made me smile. And it kinda made my day. =) It was so sweet and &amp;lt;333!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. House is back. See ya later, LJ.</content>
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    <title>dork_mizer @ 2007-11-11T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-12T04:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T04:13:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh. LJ... how neglected you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Kind of. But by the time I think to update you, all that needs to be said is said on NM and/or BT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are the things I can't say on Notemine, but they are too long for either NM or BT. And if I can't say it on NM, I can't say it on LJ. It's just the way the world works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, do I wish I had a manual for my mind... I would love it right now. A clue as to where the override button is might be a good start, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like just watching the letters appear as I type... It's cool looking, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, LJ, I'm getting a car. It's a 1998 Chevy Lumina. I think I should name it. I don't know what, though. I should have it on the road in about a week, I think. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am I really talking to my LJ like it's a person? Oh, you bet I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the fact that I have entries on the first page from before school started on my LJ is a good thing or a bad thing... Looks like I've gotten out of my compulsive updating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not really sure, anymore, LJ. Not sure at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;zophory&gt; dude, I just came up with the best idea for a Metal gear solid game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;mrfizz&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;zophory&gt; it starts with Snake having to infiltrate a terroist meeting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;mrfizz&gt; I swear to God, if you say "Snake on a plane" at any point during this story, I'll cut you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;zophory&gt; ..so, what's everyones plans for the weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me giggle.</content>
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    <title>You would kill for this, just a little bit, just a little bit, you would you would</title>
    <published>2007-11-04T16:17:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T04:12:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Academy Is.../Everything We Had</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why is my iPod so retarded? It won't get the right time for Boston, so I have it set up for Austin. Fuck you, Apple. Get your damn time zones right! (And yes, I realize there's a thing to switch Day Light Savings on and off, but if I do that it goes between 1 hour ahead and 2 hours ahead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other news, my mom's a douche and makes me want to kick a baby. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny's giving me an evil look. and cleaning itself. Damn, that's a fat bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really talked about college, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My psych class is alright, except it's EXTREMELY BORING. I could just take the notes and walk out and I'd be getting the same experience as just sitting there and dazing. I do well in it though and the teacher likes me, so it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western Civ... don't even get me started. The teacher's retarded and the people I talk to are typical guys. Always talking about who's hot, or who they'd fuck. They're alright when they don't talk about that though... They can actually be pretty funny when they're not being stupid. Somehow I actually look forward to this class, though. Maybe it's because it's the class before lunch and it goes by the fastest of all my classes, maybe it's because of the days when those guys are tolerable. Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Government... Eh, it's alright. I don't know, really. It's my last class of the day right after lunch... So it's got it rough in my eyes. But it's always canceled. I think we're up to 5 times already this semester? Who knows. The tests are pretty easy, because he just gives us a study guide with all the questions to fill out (multiple choice. like a pretest.) And he just moves the questions/answers around for the test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is internet math. What can I say? I do the work once a week and get pissed off because it's dumb and you don't simplify all the way sometimes and it's very easy to hit something wrong when you type it in on a quiz and then BAM... It's wrong. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. School is just school. And my back fucking hurts. Even if I lay down. I think I'm gonna go find my vibrating squishy pillow and take full advantage of it. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, LJ land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statcounter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c27.statcounter.com/counter.php?sc_project=2697346&amp;amp;java=0&amp;amp;security=3bed0c14&amp;amp;invisible=0" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Halloween!</title>
    <published>2007-11-01T03:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-01T03:50:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's Halloween!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 year anniversary! I love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooo much Ray. I love you more than pi has digits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk, I'm kinda really tired. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kawaiinot.com/images/kawaiinot_strip025.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>TOTOROOOOOOOOO</title>
    <published>2007-10-27T01:56:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-27T01:58:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>What Not To Wear FTW. =3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is my update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a giant Totoro blankie and it is fluffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cute music box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all sorts of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awesome bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOOOOoOoOoOoOoOo....=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit'd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAY TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg just got bit. =O RABIES AND COOTIES OH NOES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Edit'd&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Geh. I got tagged. =P</title>
    <published>2007-10-15T19:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-15T22:20:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Music Videos on fuse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh snap. I got tagged. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Write ten things off the top of your head that make you happy. &lt;s&gt;To be annoying as hell&lt;/s&gt; Spread the love, tag ten people to do the same. ♥"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try not using people such as Ray, friends, my dad, or my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Forehead/top of head kisses. &amp;lt;333 (or just any kisses, but forehead/top of head never fails to make me melt.)&lt;br /&gt;2) HUGS. Not just like quick "bye" hugs. But the kind of hugs where it's strong and tight and &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;3) Certain Songs&lt;br /&gt;4) Doing well on tests I thought I was going to fail&lt;br /&gt;5) Days where it's cloudy and warm and super windy.&lt;br /&gt;6) When guys hold the door open for me to go through first at school. I don't even know why. I guess I just expect everyone to be assholes (male or female), but guys are the only ones who have done that for me. And it's not a "I'M A CHICK. GUYS SHOULD BE DOING THAT" 'Cause frankly I could care less. ...I guess it's just a "I guess not everyone is an asshole" type of happy. Yanno, random strangers doing nice things lol&lt;br /&gt;7) Driving around blasting random music and dancing...or in my case, the head bob. =P&lt;br /&gt;8) Days when I have confidence? lol&lt;br /&gt;9) Compliments.&lt;br /&gt;10) Baby animals. (Kittens, puppies, bunnies, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was more difficult than you may think... I don't really have anyone to tag since there's only a handful of people who probably read this. One of them already did it, and another probably won't because they don't have an LJ. Other people might... Whoever wants to do it can. Knock yourselves out =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Lately? I went to Open House yesterday at The Aggie, and it was pretty fun. I really liked seeing everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My government class has been canceled 4 times so far, and it's only the 7th week of school. Yeah, how 'bout that. @.@ But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I'm saying, I'm just babbling. So I'm going to be off, now. =)</content>
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    <title>Finally all my dreams are happening in the ideal form of you.</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T23:43:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T23:45:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RUFiO/Why Wait?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">'Sup LJ land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update? Yeahhh... haha I really have no idea. It's a long weekend, though which is always fun... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my mom in three days, and I like it that way. Stupid bitch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days where I want to be living somewhere other than this house more than others. Lately, it's been those days. =P And not really because I need to get away from my mom, either, because she's never here anymore. *shrug* 2-ish more years. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the new pills are... not effing with me. Idk. I'm not sure if it's me or the pills, and that scares me a LOT. (I can't handle being like this for the rest of my life and I'd rather not take medication for it if it is me... or make Ray deal with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I'd rather not think of it, because right now I'm okay. (And trust me, I could be not okay in about 2 seconds. ICK. Then I get all super paranoid and then debate for most of the time if I should tell Ray or not, because he could make it better but then I manage to make myself feel guilty about having to go to him for it, and then it's just not good. I go through the whole conversation in my head, and it's never a nice one like it really would be. It's all as horrible as it possibly could be. Haha lose/lose situation for the win! Bad, mind! Bad!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. It's getting colder out, and I love it! I love sweatshirt/long sleeve weather. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to this girl Katie in my English class on Friday for the whole class about Jordan. It was really nice to talk to someone who knew him like I did. In fact, she's his other wife! He couldn't figure out who he liked more/wanted to marry; me or her. That's just too cute. (This was when we were little, you silly people!) It made me really really happy to talk to someone about him, since I haven't really had the chance in a way that was both of us remembering him, rather than me just telling what I remembered. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my last driving hour on Thursday, and I am so happy! Besides the fact that I need to do 2 stupid projects, but that's okay I guess. I just hope I'll be able to drive well enough to get my license when I DO go for my road test. At least, without Dianne being like "YOU NEED TO DRIVE WITH YOUR PARENTS MORE." And since I can't drive with mom, there is NO WAY in HELL I am driving with Dianne more than I have to. I will end up murdering someone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. There. I made an actual update! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My kitty has a halo!)</content>
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    <title>ERG.</title>
    <published>2007-10-01T18:40:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T18:50:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WORLD. FUCKING. RECORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fucking materialistic lazy cunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't forget immature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter what I do, everything I do I do wrong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. YOU. BITCH. The world doesn't fucking revolve around you. MAYBE IF YOU ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING AND YOU WERE A FUCKING MOTHER AND DECENT HUMAN BEING, I WOULDN'T GET PISSED OFF AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck.</content>
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    <title>Love is life, This love is my life, and in you I have all I need</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T15:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T15:19:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Music Videos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Excuse me for my lack of updation, LJ land. I'm sure you didn't mind. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, college is going pretty well. I'm basically on top of everything, but I have my first test on Friday in Psychology... That's going to be disastrous. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Ray's birthday. =D &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday, love!!!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;lt;333 (I hope you're not feeling too crappy today &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of him.... I DROVE HIS TRUCK YESTERDAY. Kind of. In a parking lot. Going like... 10 max... BUT I GOT TO SECOND. I'm proud of myself. =) he's a good teacher person, though, which would be why. And, even better, IT WAS AT NIGHT. I've never driven in the dark before. But I just thought of that now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of driving (oh I'm good at this segue stuff today, huh?) I have my first 2 driving hours in an hour. OH GOD. I'm kind of nervous. But I reaalllly hope no one else is in the car (besides the instructor - DUH) and since it's a Tuesday at noon, I should be okay. Right? right. =P And my right leg is more sore than my left. IT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awesome segues die now.) SO I had to chase the puppy next door yesterday before school. That was really interesting. It was pretty annoying, actually. I shouldn't have ran after her, buuuuut I did. But I got her kinda quickly... once she turned to look at me, that is. But you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness House is back tonight! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kind of a buttload of homework to do once I get home. Icky. Anyway. I'm gonna go get ready now to leave and stuff. &amp;gt;(</content>
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    <title>If we're just an inch apart, then reach out and grab my hand</title>
    <published>2007-09-13T17:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-13T18:33:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Story of the Year/Page Avenue</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So... Addie bit my mom. and is being a beast. That's what my mom gets for babying her so much and giving her food (by letting her take it herself because it was 'cute') and letting her go on the couch and not listen... I frankly don't give a damn, but I want the dog to listen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bt] has a new thing called NoteMine... it's like [bt] except you get everything of premium, it's not private/anonymous, and the wait time is greatly decreased... I guess I like it. I mean,  it's the same thing, except it's gonna get a lot bigger... but [bt] will still stay small and anonymous, which is good... and none of you probably care, but that's alright. But PL wants more users on NM, so um. go use NoteMine damn it! (&lt;b&gt;www.notemine.com&lt;/b&gt;) I ORDER YOU TO. It'll make me happy!(Sign up and post thoughts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have two classes tomorrow, which is pretty cool...</content>
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