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  <title>Jordie</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2004 13:52:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>NEW LJ: _neverfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s actually gonna be friends only this time and I know it&apos;ll work out cause pretty much everyone has one now. So yeah... There are some people that are automatically on the list but if you REALLY want to be on the friends list and I don&apos;t just piss you off with how much I write, please comment and I will add you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2004 04:26:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I don&apos;t ever want to buy a used car... I mean I know eventually I will because they&apos;re cheaper but just think, how many of you have had sex in a car? How many of you WILL probably have sex in a car? Now I doubt you will keep the car for your WHOLE life so you&apos;ll end up selling it... I think you get the point. It&apos;s like buying a used mattress...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2003 05:41:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>There are, in my opinion far too many movies and songs about people falling in love, finding that person that they are in love with and that they will remain that way. That doesn&apos;t happen. Yes, they try and get more real by adding in fights and such but then they ruin it again because they let them get back together, saying they are both wrong and that everything is alright again. Bull. shit. I have a friend whose parents are &quot;separated&quot;. He&apos;s living in some hotel or apartment and the whole family has to see the bishop every week for family counseling. He&apos;s going back home soon. I just don&apos;t understand this. If they need this space now, won&apos;t they need it later? What is stopping them from having these same problems later? They are &quot;getting all of the skeletons out of the closet&quot; but there will be more. Why torture yourself and fool yourself believe that it will work out? Movies do this to people. They give hope that everything will work out. That any minute you could meet the person that will sweep you off your feet and you will fall madly, passionately in love and that they will feel the same. It&apos;s self torture watching romantic movies. You think, why can&apos;t this happen to me? When in truth, it doesn&apos;t happen to anyone. It doesn&apos;t matter how many times I say this because I will still watch a sappy movie the next day and I will be one of those saps saying &quot;Why can&apos;t this happen to me?&quot; So really it&apos;s useless but whatever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; But I need to be next to you, I need to share every breath with you. I need to know I can see you smiling each morning, Look into your eyes each night, For the rest of my life &lt;/marquee&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2003 08:26:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Tonight was bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know anyone in UT they want to set me up with? I&apos;m bored and Lynsey and I are looking for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall and Lynsey&apos;s house for the majority of the night. I love Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to sleep. Love you much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2003 20:03:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Holy shit...</title>
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  <description>Alright so I was driving to the mall and suddenly mom calls and says turn around and come back. I ask her what&apos;s wrong and she says nothing, just turn around and come back. Obviously my mind jumps to the worst thing imaginable. Danielle is on a plane today and something must have happened because otherwise mom would have told me what&apos;s wrong right? I start bawling, just absolutly bawling. I get home and they tell me that the roads were too bad for me to be driving on... Yes I can imagine that right near the biggest city in the state the roads would be absolutely terrible because Salt Lake drivers are the equivilant to Boston drivers but SOUTH of Lehi, the roads are fine, it&apos;s barely even snowing anymore and there is practically no traffic. Fucking asshole dad. So yeah... me, on the road thinking that something happened to my best friend... I could barely see a thing and I imagine I was swerving around a bit too. Thank goodness Dad told Mom that I had to come home right then cause otherwise I might not be able to handle driving in the winter weather being able to see and everything. Fucking asshole.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2003 08:24:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Found this in Cheeta&apos;s journal...</title>
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  <description>A girl asked a boy if she was pretty. He said no. She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever. He said no. She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away. He again said no. She had heard too much. She needed to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said, &quot;You&apos;re not pretty, you&apos;re beautiful. I don&apos;t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn&apos;t cry if you walked away, I would die&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it&apos;s this kind of stuff that brings out the girl in me. I want someone to love me like this. I want to fall in love... but then again I don&apos;t. I&apos;m bizarre. I&apos;m going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There&apos;s something about the way you looked at me &lt;br /&gt;Think for a moment, &lt;br /&gt;That maybe we were meant to be &lt;br /&gt;Living life seperately &lt;br /&gt;Ain&apos;t it strange how things change &lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve been wanting you so desperately&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2003 22:09:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I say Jay, Danner, and Amer go on a road trip liiiiike, NOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2003 06:31:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I miss who I was, I hate who I&apos;ve become, and I despise who I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not what any of you think I can guarentee that*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2003 03:24:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>A WHOLE ENTRY DEDICATED TO MIKE MAROTTE!!! His new name is cutie pie... If anyone else calls him this, they will pay dearly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I have to see you again sometime before I die. Such a waste of eyes if they never get to see you.&lt;/marquee&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2003 05:08:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I AM SOOO BRINGING BACK THESPARK.COM TESTS!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the PERSONALITY TEST I got HEALER. Get hurt easily my ass.&lt;br&gt;Well that was depressing... I&apos;m gonna DIE at the age of 69 (good number) on August 5, 2056 from one of the following:&lt;br&gt;Cancer 35%&lt;br&gt;Alcoholism 11%&lt;br&gt;Alien Abduction 10%&lt;br&gt;Homicide 8%&lt;br&gt;Contagious Disease 6%&lt;br&gt;Loneliness 5%&lt;br&gt;Drowning 5%&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alright so I&apos;m a bit excited... I actually have plans on Friday... they involve a double date with Lynsey... she&apos;s setting me up with this kid with the NICEST brown eyes, they&apos;re all puppy dog and stuff, it&apos;s SOO cute. He&apos;s kinda shy though... dammit I always pick the shy ones. but yeah.... :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alright so Kevin totally explained me correct the other day (grammar... I know...). He was explaining to his girlfriend why it looked like I was wearing nothing in the picture he took of me&amp;nbsp;when we were in his hotel when I went up to SLC to visit... this is what he said:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;KEVIN: cuz katie was like &quot;y isnt she wearing anything?&quot; and i told her u were wearing a wife beater under ur little sweatshirt thing and she goes &quot; wasnt it snowing there?&quot; and i jus said, &quot;yeah, that&apos;s Jordan&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;fun fun... alright I&apos;m out... &lt;strong&gt;LEAVE ME A COMMENT IF YOU LOVE ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;or ya know... even if ya don&apos;t...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2003 00:13:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I saw Josh yesterday. I kissed him, not as much as I would have liked to, but I kissed him. The whole day all we did was sit around his friend Moses&apos; (Mark is his real name I think...) apartment (where Josh is living right now) and watched &quot;Freddy Got Fingered&quot;. Then we watched dating shows. It was cool cause we fit together like legos, he was sitting up and I laid across his lap. His hip fit on my stomach without jabbing into me. I was right about who would win on Elimidate. We watched Andromeda because he was too lazy to change the channel, we made fun of them when they kissed and he traced his finger up and down my back. Moses&apos; mom came home and we watched &quot;Bowling For Columbine&quot;. We didn&apos;t even kiss until we were standing outside by my car, cept for that once on the couch where I kissed his cheek and he said &quot;uh oh&quot;, I didn&apos;t know what that meant so I didn&apos;t do it again. When we were standing by my car I said I didn&apos;t want to go home and that I would be lonely for the half hour drive back. He said that it wasn&apos;t a question of whether I would be lonely or not but if it was worth it. I told him it was. I asked him if it was worth his loss of sleep, he said it was. I said that we should hang out more often, he said it was up to me. He also said that he wouldn&apos;t mind if I came up earlier next time and woke him up. I might see him next Monday. I think I&apos;ll go up before he wakes up and just go cuddle or something... I need something like that. Obviously I will talk to him about it the night before cause that would just be creepy to wake up to someone in your bed, haha I remember when I would go to Bean&apos;s before she woke up and just stare at her to see if she would wake up... I usually gave up and read a book that was in her bedstand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By reading this entry don&apos;t think I&apos;m all mushy and stuff for Josh... that is definately not the case. He is cute and when I&apos;m with him, he&apos;s everything I want a guy to be... I know that&apos;s not the way he really is. I know that 5 minutes from then he was probably making out with some girl at the party that he went to. If I really liked him all that much... it would bother me, however... it doesn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this daydream today that when I saw Tyson I started talking to him about Lynsey and how they weren&apos;t together anymore... then I just kissed him. It was weird... but I felt like hot shit cause I wasn&apos;t all shy. Congrats if you read this whole thing, I certainly would not have in your position.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2003 21:24:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Why does one cry this much if there isn&apos;t even anything wrong?

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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2003 05:32:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I think I&apos;d have to die if I had to live here the rest of my life...</title>
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  <description>Today I saw someone with the bed of their truck filled with bales of hay... AT SCHOOL. Not too long ago I saw the same phenomenon but this time with cow manure... does this not seem strange/gross to you? Also, I saw a man riding his horse down the road. I used to be excited when I saw a horse, now it doesn&apos;t phase me one bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also annoyed with all the little bastard, tattletales around here. There is this kid named Corey, he is my grandmother&apos;s boss&apos; son. He annoys the shit out of me. So he was walking to work a couple days ago and he looked absolutely freezing, so I told him to hop in the car. Now keep in mind that Ivy over reacts and this kid is in the backseat so he can barely see a thing. There&apos;s a truck coming like 10 yards away so I turn. Ivy freaks out so the kid freaks out and then they both laugh. This kid then goes to my grandma and tells her that I&apos;m a bad driver and that I almost caused a wreck. Little bastard. I am a great driver., besides... I made him put on his seatbelt even though I would rather getting into an accident and have him fly out the front windshield. I hope he freezes his ass off walking to work every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing... I swear. Teachers out here SUCK. My computer teacher is so ridiculously stupid. Today she starts complaining that no one ever gets their work in on time so everyone in the class tells her that she puts the lessons up too fast (all she does is assign stuff and then sits at her desk being a bitch the rest of the time). So I pipe in and say &quot;You do go too fast.&quot; The whole class is talking and she picks on me and says &quot;Jordan, you shouldn&apos;t be talking, you&apos;re always up and visiting people.&quot; Yeah... this is true, too bad when I&apos;m visiting people I&apos;m actually HELPING THEM and I get the lessons done a day early. So I told her just that. She says that I shouldn&apos;t be complaining then. Too bad I&apos;m on the computer EVERY DAY and I know more about Microsoft Word than she does. I asked her for help one time and she said to me that she didn&apos;t know anything about it so I&apos;d just have to figure it out. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. I bet she docks points every time I get out of my seat, which is like literally 20 times a class because everyone starts calling out my name so I can help them.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2003 23:14:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;ANYONE HAVE A CODE FOR MY FRIEND?!?!?!&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2003 14:24:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look semi good today so I will go to school, I will be in a good mood and I will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a dollar in my pants today!!!!! (haven&apos;t worn them in like forever so WOOT!) Now I have something to give to those sub for Santa people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures but ummm I can&apos;t find the little cord that connects my camera to my computer so yeah... later, when I get home I will put them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2003 01:30:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have come to the conclusion that I will never be happy here. I hung out with some people last night and no matter how well I get to know any of them they will never be as good as &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; of my friends back in NH, &lt;s&gt;and no matter how many guys hit on me or how much I like any guy out here he won&apos;t ever even &lt;b&gt;begin&lt;/b&gt; to compare to Matt. I give up. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream at everyone in this house &lt;i&gt;except for mom obviously&lt;/i&gt; and tell them I hate it here and I just want to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. I&apos;ve had you so many times but somehow I want more. I don&apos;t mind spending every day. Out on the corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile. And she will be loved, she will be loved.&lt;/marquee&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2003 23:05:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 28&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Harrisburg, PA&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Utah&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: blue/brown &lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: reddish, browish... hell I don&apos;t know what to call it. It&apos;s going back to blonde as soon as I get a job. &lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty &lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 2 - your favorite]&lt;br /&gt;Music: pretty much everything cept for classical and metal.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon: I really dislike cartoons, so :p Matt!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Color: red &amp; black.&lt;br /&gt;Car: dunno. I loved my Uncle&apos;s Toyota Tacoma but now that I&apos;m actually driving I want a small car like the 350 Z that everyone fawned over in my apt parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;Slushy Flavor: anything that doesn&apos;t change my mouth colors and isn&apos;t Pina Colada.&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: COSMO... duh?!&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Gilmore Girls and One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Song at the Moment: &quot;She Will Be Loved&quot;- Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Language: I like English well enough.&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girl: Posh&lt;br /&gt;Food &amp; Beverage: cookie dough, italian food, and milk... wow I&apos;m retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Subject in School: Math and I used to love accounting when I had it.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Activity: being with my NH friends.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Yogurt: I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;Roller Coaster: I liked this one that was here, always freaked me out like woah but I forget what it&apos;s called. &lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 3 - what is]&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase: haha, meh, &amp; woot&lt;br /&gt;First thing you thought when you woke up: Did they HAVE to let the dog down here?&lt;br /&gt;Last image/thought you go to sleep with: I&apos;m not tellin. ;D&lt;br /&gt;First feature you notice of opposite sex: eyes &amp; ass.&lt;br /&gt;Best name for a Butler: haha I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Your best feature: I dunno, you tell me? &lt;br /&gt;Your greatest fear: I can&apos;t say I have one... &lt;br /&gt;Your greatest accomplishment: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: hanging out with everyone in Nashua, I would rather live the most boring/horrible nights there over and over again than be here.&lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 4 - you prefer]&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: coke? I don&apos;t drink soda anymore.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald&apos;s or Burger King: McDonalds, although they both kind of freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: depends&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;Chicken nuggets or Chicken fingers: chicken fingers&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or Cats: dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Rugrats or Doug: rugrats&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: complicated...&lt;br /&gt;Monica or Brandy: Monica&lt;br /&gt;Tupac or Jay: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Shania Twain or LeAnn Rhymes: Leann Rhymes, Shania Twain pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: never had either.&lt;br /&gt;One pillow or Two: TWO!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate &lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate or Hot cocoa: BHot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or Coffee: dunno... probably a cappucino, looks more attractive :D&lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 5 - do you]&lt;br /&gt;Shower everyday: yeah, if I don&apos;t in the morning I will later in in the year.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: mm hmm&lt;br /&gt;Think you&apos;ve been in love: No way.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Like high school: it&apos;s better in Nashua, here it sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: meh, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Type correctly: kind of.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: not really.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos? nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have any piercings? Where: ears, I used to have my cartilage done but it closed, I want a tongue/lip ring though&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Think you&apos;re a health freak: NO! I eat cookie dough every day, haha I&apos;m gonna die from food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: I get along with mom more than I do with most people but I don&apos;t get along with Dad unless we are both in a GREAT mood.&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 6 - the future]&lt;br /&gt;Age your plan to be married: I dunno if I&apos;m gonna get married.&lt;br /&gt;Number and names of children: I dunno if I want kids, they&apos;re cute and it would be cool but it sounds a bit uncomfortable... haha.&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be at age 20: who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Dream wedding: I dunno, I&apos;m not the type of person that plans those type of things.&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: having sex, haha jk. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Dream job: photographer in some country in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Country you&apos;d like to visit: England.&lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 7 - opposite sex]&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: I dunno if the color matters but more like the shape. &lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: really dark brown or really light blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: haha I dunno yet. &lt;br /&gt;Best height: taller than me? :D&lt;br /&gt;Best weight: doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;Best clothes: preppy or skater.&lt;br /&gt;Best first kiss location: haha I don&apos;t know, mine was in a freaking bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*&lt;br /&gt;[series 8 - other]&lt;br /&gt;Last time you slept with a stuffed animal: every damn night, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Rings before you answer the phone: as soon as I grab it.&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s on your mousepad: I don&apos;t have one.&lt;br /&gt;How many houses you&apos;ve lived in: 1&lt;br /&gt;How many schools you&apos;ve gone to: in all? 8 I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom carpet color: kind of a sandy look. &lt;br /&gt;Shave your head for $5,000?: holy shit yeah! I&apos;d do it for like $1,000</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2003 23:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My hair &quot;Thank you for this country music award&quot; big. I&apos;d show you but my camera doesn&apos;t want to work. I&apos;ll post some other time though. :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2003 02:02:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Update: I have no more cookie dough. The world is coming to an end.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2003 06:28:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I miss being me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2003 23:24:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Anyone who hosts images on snapfish... well you&apos;re kinda screwed cause they don&apos;t host anymore. Try www.photobucket.com, they work. Alright buhbye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2003 06:12:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t think any of you realize how lucky you are.</title>
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  <description>I got lost in SLC yesterday and I went down the street I used to live on. I didn&apos;t see my house. I passed right by it. I still remember the address. I just didn&apos;t see it. I don&apos;t like change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Hillary yesterday. For those of you that don&apos;t know, Hillary was my best friend in 4th and 5th grade. I stood in the room that I had slept in a thousand times and felt lost. The smells that I could&apos;ve recognized a thousand miles away a couple years ago were now so unfamiliar. Her baby sister was now not such a baby and was jumping on her bed screaming things in Spanish. Hillary looked the same as she did all those years ago. She told me about how she had been in and out of the house a thousand times. I feel responsible. She would have been so different if I was there for her. She would have gotten thrown out still because her mom has always been a demon from hell but at least I would have been there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to make fun of people who when I asked where else they had lived would respond &quot;Oh, I&apos;ve lived in Nashua my whole life.&quot; And most people would agree and they wished that they could have gotten out of Nashua and lived all of these different places. Now I wish I had stayed in one place my entire life or at least most of it. I think this is the reason why I don&apos;t like to let people go. And also why I have never understood why people can throw away friendships like they do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2003 06:20:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Not staying at Kevin&apos;s for the night... good thing cause I can deal trying to stop him from kissing me for like half an hour but the whole night? I don&apos;t think so. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove in downtown SLC today! That was fun... no. People were pulling out in front of me so I had to slam on my breaks and my purse went flying from the seat to the floor. Scared the shit out of me. I have a headache and it feels like my foot should be pushing on something right now... I have been driving for far to long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Die.</description>
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  <lj:music>nothing. splitting headache. can&apos;t deal.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">nothing. splitting headache. can&apos;t deal.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2003 04:20:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I know... third time today.</title>
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  <description>I hate him. &lt;br /&gt;I want to see my mom. &lt;br /&gt;Fucking asshole.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2003 01:42:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I am not property.&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I am not dense.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be treated like shit when I have done everything in my power to be nice. &lt;br /&gt;I will not be talked down to or stepped on like I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I know what is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know what/who will hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I can make my own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I will not take sides unless I really believe in something.&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people&apos;s secrets and no, I will not tell them to anyone.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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