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  <title>liver journal</title>
  <subtitle>(practically perfect)</subtitle>
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    <name>kyra</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curlyfries233:66634</id>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2009-01-05T18:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-06T00:00:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-06T00:00:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a heartache that won't go away.  The doctor says I'll be o.k. but missing you still really, really hurts.  Sheesh.  This is hard.&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;nadiya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps these are 100% made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the note that came with my earrings.  Actually, this is the note my earrings came stuck into.  I retyped it exactly as it's written with a teeny bit of spacing changes.  Who on earth is nadiya, and who is she missing?  Oh, anthropologie.  You puzzle me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curlyfries233:61710</id>
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    <title>weeee i'm lame like maggie!</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T02:46:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-29T02:46:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HISTORY OF ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Raised in: winter park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your name? kyra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Birth date: january 20th 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Any siblings: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Oldest of them all? me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hair color? light brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hair length: below my boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) First school: JCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Shoe size: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Mood: excited but worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Height: 5'4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Lefty/Righty: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you remember your first real relationship? n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you believe in love? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Shortest relationship? again, n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Have you ever been heartbroken? i think? maybe? yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you love someone right now? i'm not sure if love is the right word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you ever fallen for a friend? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Are you afraid of commitment? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you believe in love at first sight? i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Love or money? i'm not sure...probably love...most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coffee or alcohol? alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) One night stands or relationships? relationships. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Television or internet? both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Pepsi or Coke? d.coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Long night out or romantic night in? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Phone or in person? um in person, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Have children? hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever been caught sneaking out? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever skinny dipped? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you ever been drunk? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever been on a house boat? yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever finished an entire jawbreaker? i don't think i've ever tried one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever colored your hair? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you ever been streaking? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Have you ever been deep sea fishing? i don't know if it was deep, but yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What are you doing right now? this and watching zoey 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you German? yeah! good guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Are you Italian? noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Are you French? in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Are you Mexican? hahaha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Are you Dutch? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Are you Indian? noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you Irish? nar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Are your parents still married? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you get depressed about things easily? depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you live life to the fullest? depends how you look at it. i like how i live my life, thanksverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Are you comfortable with the way you look? sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How do you dress? JCREW/stuff you'd find at barney's co-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Are you scared of growing old alone? if you mean alone without a significant other, then no, if you mean like cat lady-no friends alone then yes probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you want to be when you grow up? satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite season? all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you a vegetarian? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who did you copy this survey from? maggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GUY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;[] you love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;[] you love jeans&lt;br /&gt;[x] dogs are better then cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;[] shopping is torture....sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;[] at some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;[] you own a DS PS2 or Sega&lt;br /&gt;[] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gory movies are cool&lt;br /&gt;[] you go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball hats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to/do collect football collecter cards&lt;br /&gt;[] baggy sweatpants are cool to wear sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;[] green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love to go crazy and not care what other people think&lt;br /&gt;[] sports are fun... sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[] you talk with food in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you sleep at night with your socks on&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---YOUR GIRLY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love to shop... sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x ] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;[] you go to your mom for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like going to the mall... sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like wearing jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[x] you cried watching/reading The Notebook..&lt;br /&gt;[x!!!] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;[x ] you dont like the movie Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;[x] it takes you around one hour to shower &amp; get dressed&lt;br /&gt;[] you smile alot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have 10 pairs of shoes or more&lt;br /&gt;[x] you care about what you look like&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like wearing dresses when you can&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like wearing perfume&lt;br /&gt;[x ] you like high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to play with dolls as a kid&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like putting makeup on others... sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like being the star of something&lt;br /&gt;[ x] pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kyra&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloom&lt;br /&gt;3. Kbloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. gollygee233&lt;br /&gt;2. curlyfries233&lt;br /&gt;3. havi05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;2. my boobs&lt;br /&gt;3. my left foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. sometimes my stummyyy&lt;br /&gt;2. my lower back&lt;br /&gt;3. the tops of my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. JEW &lt;br /&gt;2. russian&lt;br /&gt;3. german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. incense&lt;br /&gt;2. anime&lt;br /&gt;3. guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. hair bands&lt;br /&gt;2. TEXTING&lt;br /&gt;3. bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. hair bands&lt;br /&gt;2. yrbk camp shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. white soffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. happiness&lt;br /&gt;2. thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;3. interesting-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;1. whatthefuck&lt;br /&gt;2. this&lt;br /&gt;3. is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. i prefer it if they are not bald.&lt;br /&gt;2. not obese. &lt;br /&gt;3. not long fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. organizing&lt;br /&gt;2. reading&lt;br /&gt;3. STAMP COLLECTING. no, i just can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. see katie. &lt;br /&gt;2. see katie.&lt;br /&gt;3. see katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. i-banker&lt;br /&gt;2. copywright/pubfinance/civrights lawyer&lt;br /&gt;3. news anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. luxembourg&lt;br /&gt;2. paris&lt;br /&gt;3. newyork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. lydia&lt;br /&gt;2. mariella&lt;br /&gt;3. juliette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. make lots of MOOONEY&lt;br /&gt;2. perform my favorite aria&lt;br /&gt;3. make lots of gay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. i like clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. i worry about my weight&lt;br /&gt;3. i gots lotsa hair products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE NOT STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. i am always stereotypically a girl.  always.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;3.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2008-07-25T23:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-26T03:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-26T03:27:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, god.  Ohhh god.  oh god oh god oh god oh god.  OH GOD.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curlyfries233:46162</id>
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    <title>car songs jenna leigh</title>
    <published>2007-08-26T22:07:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T22:32:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rehab - Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;Party Like a Rockstar - Shop Boyz&lt;br /&gt;Time after Time - Quietdrive &lt;br /&gt;Lip Gloss - Lil Mama&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Believin' - Journey &lt;br /&gt;Home - Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;Big Yellow Taxi - Counting Crows &amp; Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;Bring it all Back - S Club 7 &lt;br /&gt;1985 - Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Noodle Soup - DJ Webstar&lt;br /&gt;Lust for Life - Iggy Pop</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-03-13T17:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-13T23:16:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-13T23:16:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My face felt gross so I started to cleanse it and its pores and whatnot.  So I went to throw away the face cleaner thing and my trashcan is next to the toilet.  So I bent down and my bloody hair went into the fucking toilet.  And it wasnt just a corner of hair, it was quite a decent amount.  So I threw off all of my clothes and jumped into the shower which was sort of nice.  Kind of like a movie.  I hope my hair's clean now.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-03-09T10:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T16:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T16:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have beaucoup work to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun here actually, but Im really freaking out.  Like I'll think about all the shit I have to do and feel like i'm gonna throw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a little fun, but i'd much rather stay at home instead of go to miami so I can finish everything.  But it's my moms photo convention and my dad's dad lives there and gaby looooooves the beach bc it's an excuse to wear practically no clothing.  The marc by marc jacobs store in bal harbour is enticing (jesus, when did i become so materialistic?) but I want to stay home.  Not like I could stay with my grandparents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed over for missing so much voice and dance.  When I come back I'm going to be so stressed out.  why'd I commit myself to so much anyway?? oh right.  thats RIGHT.  THATS FUCKING RIGHT. i didn't want to do any of it.  my mother made me. that makes me even madder.  I wanna do my fucking work and get it the hell over with.  And monsieur was just so rude to me on wednesday that I now have a burning hatred for him even worse than before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GODFUCKINGDAMMIT why the hell didn't he play my songs for me yet?? I'm going to SUCK because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((i like how my typing gets louder and more poundingish the madder i get hehe))</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-03-04T19:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-05T01:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-05T01:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never thought it would happen to us, but I guess it did.  Apparently it happens to everyone with her.  She's misleading.  Whatever, I shouldn't think about it because everything else is as good as it gets I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english grade's not going to come back up.  It's sort of like over I guess.  Everything is.  I may have to start working again.  But I should decide what I really want for myself before doing anything too drastic.  Right and wrong aren't as definite as they used to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my ghetto black middle eastern white cousin.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-03-03T10:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-03T16:22:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-03T16:22:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I were more ethnic-looking and prettier I could be a print model and get loads of money for doing nothing.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-28T17:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T23:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T23:24:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My eyes have been coated in make up.  Pink and green and black.  No one caught that I didn't have fake eyelashes because I lathered on the mascara!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and...I can't do this.  Monsieur wants me to take a few classes with him in April or May.  But he won't let me and King do it together.  I WOULD HAVE TO BE ALONE IN A ROOM WITH THE CRAZY FRENCH MAN.  Unless I could find another tutor.  Which is like, Madame *dies*, or some random person I have yet to discover.  And my mom's making me.  Like I can't not move up.  Holy fucking hell.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-27T19:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T01:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T01:11:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't wait 'til this show is over.  It is all sorts of awful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'll have to memorize the other lines before I can read the big stack of Gossip Girls Jules is letting me borrow...]=  And civics project.  I'd like to finish that baby up too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped over a cord again backstage today.  And my hip is bruised from when idiot hit me with the door.  And I like pulled the tendon by my right armpit.  I don't know how that happened.  Take me to the toy shop, mister dolly fixer sir, I need to be repaired!</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-26T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T02:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T02:46:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So much of mine life ist spent in confusion.  Dost thou think it funny?  I should hope not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je veux le temps pour penser.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-22T21:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T02:53:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T02:53:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This needs to stop happening.  Something bad happens, then it's taken away.  How impossible, you say?  Nothing is impossible in Kyra Land.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of kind of really funny afternoon.  Yet again, overwraught with emotion.  But not.  Everything's turning.  I look up and think of people and smile.  I look down and feel the bubbling in my stomach and frown.  It's so funny.  I hope, I pray, I wish.  No, but it won't ever happen.  What should I do?  I can't decide.  But I love them, I love them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that weird, shivering feeling.  When everything's good, but the bad is right underneath all the good.  And you get chills.  I suppose that's what they call them.  It feels like something's squeezing the back of your head and making you drowsy.  Like when Kaley or Maggie would teach me how to draw.  I want to laugh and cry and scream all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the thing.  Us confused people have to hide it all.  We gotta keep it all down underneath, and go on smiling our winner smiles like we have no thoughts except one at a time.  Walk with a purpose, someone once told me.  And sometimes I try to, I really do.  But inside, deep down, it's all turmoil and tumult, just like this lj entry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, here's my story, but I'm warning you, it's a little out-there.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Jones: That's okay, so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's got that right.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curlyfries233:31572</id>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-21T17:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T22:13:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T22:13:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Being mad solves nothing.  Being sad solves nothing either.  Things happen no matter what, so there's no point in thinking about them.  We are nothing.  We are each an unwanted miniscule being in the big picture of time and our world.  We may as well just do whatever we want, because who will remember what good actions we did or what kind of person we were once we are no longer here?  No one. Everyone we once knew will be gone, too.  The things that are remembered the most on this earth are the horrible things.  Awful deeds and people will be forever remembered. The good will be forgotten usually as quickly as the sun rises and sets.  Nothing is really worth working for, unless it gives you personally a happiness you want.  Don't do things for others unless you get pleasure from helping them.  At the time it may be a nice gesture, but in the large scheme of things you may have wasted a minute of doing something that could make your short time on this earth more memorable or enjoyable for you.  Ask yourself what really matters.  And follow that, but nothing else.  Because remember, you know the truth.  It doesn't matter.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-20T19:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T00:56:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T00:56:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was thinking today waiting in the car for my sister to get out of dance.  And, I'll admit, my thinking was abruptly interrupted when a rather large woman entered my dance teacher's house without so much as a knock, but of course it didn't take much wondering to come to a conclusion about who she was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.  I think missing people is one of the hardest things.  Not like missing persons, but actually emotionally wishing you were near someone you can't be with, whether they're dead or just far away.  And it sort of almost gets to the point where it's so painful you don't even want to see people again, because you don't want to experience the sadness once they're gone.  In the case of if they aren't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Maybe I'm wrong.  Maybe my thinking is being distorted by Gaby's singing Beyonce at the top of the stairwell.  Maybe no one else feels like missing anyone is that hard.  But if it weren't for becoming emotionally attached to certain people, a lot of sadness in my life would have been eliminated.  Yes, when I begin to think it's definitely somewhat dangerous.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-19T16:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T21:06:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T21:06:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today at practice Faraz brought up an interesting idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attempting to do stomp moves and he was making fun of me, saying Jews can't stomp and it's mostly a black people thing.  We were trying to think of the best way to make me turn black, and he came up with the idea of dousing my body in silver nitrate.  It lasts atleast a week, too, as I have learned from experience.  Points for creativity.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-16T12:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T17:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T17:06:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me: Gaby, change your lipgloss color, it's way too light for your face.&lt;br /&gt;Her: We have the same face.&lt;br /&gt;Me: And that's why I would never be caught wearing that color lipgloss. &lt;br /&gt;Her: You're just jealous I'm prettier than you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You look like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Her: What?! I look like I'm POOR?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinking she said whore): Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Her: MOOOOOOOOOOM!!! DO I LOOK LIKE I'M POOR!??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Gab, you like like a WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh.  *smiles happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird family.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curlyfries233:30651</id>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-14T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T02:20:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T02:20:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">They’re always there for me NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;I NOT YOU smile when they’re near&lt;br /&gt;They can stop my NOT YOUR crying sadness&lt;br /&gt;And reduce it to a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of knowing &lt;br /&gt;They can always make me NOT YOU smile&lt;br /&gt;The happiness they give me NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;Will last much more than just a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to make my poem more personal.  So I did.  So there.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curlyfries233:30415</id>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-14T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T23:12:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T23:12:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lunch today with the FOB obsessers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: what's that song about?&lt;br /&gt;T: pete wentz and his friend had a fight on livejournal and then they wrote a song about it.  &lt;br /&gt;M: what's livejournal?&lt;br /&gt;PC: oh, it's like myspace for emo people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-13T18:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T23:19:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">A woman came up to my mom in the grocery to say how wonderful her husband said I was.  I talked to the husband in September, but apparently he liked me a lot or something and I was one of the "defining factors" in deciding that he wanted their kids to go to Trinity.  I wish I could've told him not all trinity kids are as wonderful as me...  But I thought that was weird.  That they remembered me and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today = yay.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-11T09:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T14:57:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T14:57:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I went on that school trip to Washington in 6th grade, we were pulled over by the police because some idiot shined a laser out the window.  I was in the back next to someone I wasn't a huge fan of, and I was feeling sick already.  But I remember when the policeman came on the bus I was curled up in a ball on the floor of the back next to the bathroom because I felt so awful.&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the song.  They sang that song.  They still remember it too.  Some of them were singing it in science about a month ago.  It was a funny song.  But not so funny when I was near crying from feeling so motion sick or whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of feel now like I did at the back of the bus that last day of the DC trip, except without the annoyingness of the song playing like a broken record (my friends' voices).  My tummy hurts :[</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-09T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T01:15:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T01:15:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have the strange urge to wear booty shorts.  And a t-shirt that's too small for me.  I really wish I were skinnier.  For said reason.  Neon green booty shorts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I do because I'm competitive.  Subconsiously, but I like to make it obvious that I'm the best, but only when other people are sort of in my league.  I like to make people laugh.  I made lots of people laugh today which made me happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need shoozies.  Perhaps mall outing tomorrow?  But avec qui...  I actually do have TONS of memorizing to do, and I need to work on my science project.  Aaaand I need to buy sheet music for that Cheno song.  Tim told me to.  It has part of the Queen of the Night aria in it =D.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-08T16:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T21:28:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">my mom's surgery went okay...I guess it's normal for her to be throwing up every time she tries to stand up?  Plus she was concerned right away when I went up to see her about my classes and scheduling stuff so that's normal.  Lots of people sent her stuff.  That's really good.  And fattening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't think of a song to make up about lithium.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Anna Nicole Smith died today.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-07T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T01:39:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T01:39:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And we figured, and we learned, that we shouldn't run into doors and walls, that we shouldn't fall upon steps in front of buildings, that we shouldn't keep chocolate in our pockets all day because it might melt, that we shouldn't bring pizza into math class, that we shouldn't forget to turn pages for our pianists, that we shouldn't talk loudly enough so others can hear, that we shouldn't spit on our voice teachers hands, that we shouldn't stop using sarcasm on those who ask for it, that we shouldn't proclaim one song as ours if the song has been made public, that we shouldn't take advantage of what privileges we have for fear of losing them all together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we should, even inconspicuously, name-drop, we shall take our spoons and silently drop them to the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.  And for your money.  Your money we value even more than your time.  Any more would be greatly appreciated.</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-06T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T02:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T02:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, Anne Frank, you lovely darling.  Screw those bastardly van DAMNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day (oh happy day)&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed (when jesus washed)&lt;br /&gt;Washed my sins away (oh happy day)</content>
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    <title>curlyfries233 @ 2007-02-05T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-06T02:55:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Some people are just so cool I can't stand it.  How have I come to run across so many cool people, even just in the past year?  Perhaps it's because I'm pretty much an awesome chiquita banana myself.</content>
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