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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 05:40:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m addicted to Owl City lately.</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I lie awake I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I&apos;ll doze off safe and soundly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I&apos;ll miss your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll send a postcard to you dear, &lt;br /&gt;Cause I wish you were here&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the night turn light blue, &lt;br /&gt;But it&apos;s not the same without you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;The silence isn&apos;t so bad, &lt;br /&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers &lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll find opposing new ways, &lt;br /&gt;Though I haven&apos;t slept in two days, &lt;br /&gt;Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone. &lt;br /&gt;But drenched in Vanilla twilight, &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll sit on the front porch all night, &lt;br /&gt;Waist deep in thought because when I think of you. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t feel so alone. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t feel so alone. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t feel so alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink I&apos;ll think of you... tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll think of you tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter, &lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter, &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll taste the sky and feel alive again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&apos;ll forget the world that I knew, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won&apos;t forget you, &lt;br /&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d whisper in your ear, &lt;br /&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:56:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;It&apos;s Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus... up in that tower, letting his hair down... so that the three wise men can... climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love my friends. Hahaha</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 18:58:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tick Tick... BOOM</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we play with fire?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we run our finger through the flame?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we leave our hand on the stove-&lt;br /&gt;Although we know we&apos;re in for some pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do we refuse to hang a light&lt;br /&gt;When the streets are dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why does it take an accident&lt;br /&gt;Before the truth gets through to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cages or wings?&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear or love, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t say the answer&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we try to be our best&lt;br /&gt;When we can just get by and still gain?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we nod our heads&lt;br /&gt;Although we know&lt;br /&gt;The boss is wrong as rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should we blaze a trail&lt;br /&gt;When the well worn path seems safe and&lt;br /&gt;So inviting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How-as we travel, can we&lt;br /&gt;See the dismay-&lt;br /&gt;And keep from fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;To wake up a generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make someone&lt;br /&gt;Take off and fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don&apos;t wake up&lt;br /&gt;And shake up the nation&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll eat the dust of the world&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why do we stay with lovers&lt;br /&gt;Who we know, down deep&lt;br /&gt;Just aren&apos;t right?&lt;br /&gt;Why would we rather&lt;br /&gt;Put ourselves through hell&lt;br /&gt;Than sleep alone at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we follow leaders who never lead?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we&apos;re so free, tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;So many people bleed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cages or wings?&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear or love, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t say the answer&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 22:58:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I was right...</title>
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  <description>the eye of the storm has passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain....</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:54:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I&apos;ve made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I will pretend&lt;br /&gt;To leave this world behind&lt;br /&gt;And in the end&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll know I&apos;ve lied&lt;br /&gt;To get your attention&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;You just haven&apos;t realized&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;ll hold a double funeral&lt;br /&gt;Because a part of you will die&lt;br /&gt;Along with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you thought that I was dead&lt;br /&gt;So rather than me&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d be depressed instead&lt;br /&gt;And before arriving at my grave&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d come to the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&apos;ve loved me all your days&lt;br /&gt;But it&apos;s too late&lt;br /&gt;Too late for you to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I&apos;m faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;You just haven&apos;t realized&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;ll hold a double funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a part of you will die&lt;br /&gt;Along with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;ll write you a letter that&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll keep&lt;br /&gt;Reminding you your love for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is more than six feet deep&lt;br /&gt;You say aloud that you&lt;br /&gt;Would&apos;ve been my wife&lt;br /&gt;Right about that time&lt;br /&gt;Is when I come back to life&lt;br /&gt;And let you know&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d let you know (That all along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you loved me&lt;br /&gt;You just never realized&lt;br /&gt;I was faking my own suicide&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll walk in that room and&lt;br /&gt;See your eyes open so wide&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been so lost&lt;br /&gt;Because you know&lt;br /&gt;Because you know&lt;br /&gt;You will never leave my side (you will never leave my side)&lt;br /&gt;Until the day that I die for the first time (until I die for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;And we&apos;ll laugh, yeah we&apos;ll laugh &lt;br /&gt;And we will cry&lt;br /&gt;So overjoyed with the love &lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s so alive&lt;br /&gt;Our love is so alive&lt;br /&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:02:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Should I start with a question?</title>
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  <description>Or should&amp;nbsp;I say what&apos;s on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a lot has happened in the past...ten days. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am the new Miss Rancho&amp;nbsp;San&amp;nbsp;Diego 2009! Hey Oh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures here &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/dream_is_a_wish/&quot;&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/dream_is_a_wish/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I&apos;m eternally proud of Annie Get Your Gun. My sister, and&amp;nbsp;Sam&amp;nbsp;pulled that show off like crazy. With all the things against them, i&apos;m so impressed. And my brother was phenomenal. Three months ago, he wouldn&apos;t sing along in the car...now he&apos;s a feature in a musical. Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what else no one would have thought? That a boy like him would be interested in a girl like me... nothing is happening right now, but it looks promising. Like, this is legit. This is really happening..to me! I&apos;ve screwed up my life for the past ten months or so and here he is still wanting to talk to me, and take me to lunch, and invite me over for a movie night... it&apos;s exciting and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School... ok well, i dropped my math class, and my theater class? I&apos;m failing it. I know i am. I&apos;m scared to go back... honestly. My acting class is &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; fun. Jason and I make the best of it... and i&apos;m not even really upset with my teacher for having me redo my monologue. She&apos;s right, there&apos;s something i could change and i want to perfect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to my sister... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m starting Accutane all over again. Yay blood work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and Opa are going to Holland on Friday. I would give anything in the world to go with them. Even my crown...My uncle is dying, and i want to go kiss his cheek once more before he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ending with lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don&apos;t mind what I&apos;m trying to say cause I&apos;m, I&apos;m being honest&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you that you&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re part of the reason I&apos;m so set on the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Being a part of you&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what you think about being open,&lt;br /&gt;About being honest with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I&apos;ll see you, see you around&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m spinning, whoa I&apos;m falling down&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I&apos;m begging you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don&apos;t waste time getting to the point, cause I&apos;m, I&apos;m patiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;For your next phone call, your next excuse for losing sleep again&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about being open,&lt;br /&gt;About being honest with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 00:21:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this is a really  random request</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;But can you comment with your First and Middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>From End to End ~ Relient K</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 02:40:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Almost Famous</title>
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&amp;nbsp;being an amazing actress. i want to be in movies so bad it hurts. there&apos;s movies i can&apos;t wait because i yearn to be in them so badly...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:53:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>story of my life....</title>
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  <description>Here in this diary,&lt;br /&gt;I write you visions of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;There were choruses and sing-alongs,&lt;br /&gt;And not a spoken feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of&amp;nbsp;knowing that right now is all that matters&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All the nights we stayed up talking&lt;br /&gt;And listening to 80&apos;s songs;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting lines from all those movies that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It still brings a smile to my face&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when it comes down to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being grown up isn&apos;t half as fun as growing up:&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you&apos;ll finally get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into hotel swimming pools,&lt;br /&gt;And wreaking havoc on our world.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;The black top&apos;s singing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Lighting fireworks in parking lots,&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the blackest nights.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.&lt;br /&gt;2015 riverside, it&apos;s time to say, &quot;goodbye.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the bus, &lt;strong&gt;it&apos;s time to go&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being grown up isn&apos;t half as fun as growing up:&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is just following your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you&apos;ll finally get it right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In This Diary ~ Ataris</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it&apos;s a complicated emotion...</title>
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  <description>So it&apos;s been an interesting last couple days.&amp;nbsp; Kelly&apos;s party was amazing, utterly amazing. But as i was there, enjoying the party, i couldn&apos;t shake the feeling that those days are numbered. it may seem obvious, but i mean... i&apos;m not going to always have a bunch of friends sitting around a campfire laughing about random things. I sat looking around just absorbing it all. I&apos;m not taking a single day for granted. but it was still a blast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, Jason and i stayed up til 3 this morning. we were talking about tons of stuff. Mostly how we&apos;ve become so integrated into each others&apos; lives. it&apos;s so cool. i love that boy more than i&apos;ll ever be able to verbalize.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m so IN LOVE with him, it&apos;s amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, today i found a cowboy. He is gay. His name is Hank. I&apos;ll post a picture of him later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thomas. jeeze, that boy. i don&apos;t even know where ot start with him. i love him with all my heart. and i hate seeing him stuck on this emotional roller-coaster. i hate it, i hate that i can&apos;t fix it, i hate that even when i do listen while he talks or whatever, i feel like i&apos;m not getting anywhere. i mean, i feel like my words are so insufficient. i wish i had a magic answer. but i like that he trusts me. i love that he&apos;ll call me just to vent. i love that he knows i&apos;m there whenever wherever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old friends are cool. friends who you thought had walked out of your life. friends who you cherished memories of, but though that&apos;s all you&apos;d ever have. it&apos;s cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WoVEn did incredibly in Canada. i&apos;m so proud of each and every one of them. I&apos;m prouder than i thought i would be. but at the same time, i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; that i wasn&apos;t there. I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;that i&apos;m not part of the choir i deserve to be in. Don&apos;t get me wrong, i love FanFare so so much. All of them are special to me, and being in it with Thomas, Wendy, Claire, Ian, David... so many more. I love being the assistant conductor (that&apos;s an indescribable gift) but i still long everyday to be in WoVEn. I wish with all my heart that i was challenged, that i was growing as singer, that i had the companionship of those 15 women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senoir activities... blech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;AP gov practice test...blech</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 18:19:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: I Left My Heart in...</title>
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&amp;nbsp;San Diego: Twenty minutes from the beach, the mountains, the boarder and the desert. The temp right now is 85 degrees Fahrenheit. Also, I&apos;ve lived here all my life. My suburb is small enough to know most people but not big enough to feel lost. I love living in a tourist city because there&apos;s so much to do all the time. Sea World, Disneyland, Downtown, countless others. So many great place to go. I love it here. If you&apos;ve never been to So Cal, come!</description>
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  <category>good things about home</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:15:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To: Elphaba</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I don&apos;t get it... i don&apos;t know why you won&apos;t let me be your best friend. I tried to stick by you though this all (at least, i think i did) but you don&apos;t want me. You want people who don&apos;t know that you&apos;re the wrong one. You don&apos;t want to hear the tough-love, you wants the &quot;wow, he&apos;s a jerk, don&apos;t listen to them&quot;. sorry, but i&apos;m not going to give that to you. I miss who you used to be, i miss the best friend i once had, i miss so many things about last year. I wish i had it all back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the record,&amp;nbsp;I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/cinderangela/pic/00002kse/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;50&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;90&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/cinderangela/pic/00002kse&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Disapointed&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Diary of Jane Accoustic (tee-hee)</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 03:56:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Each of these things are on my mind at the moment...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Cookies are good with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Channel has gone downhill since i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not a kid anymore... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sad there&apos;s no Balthy&apos;s House tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be famous, very soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have 2 auditions to prepare for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m excited for the 2 auditions&amp;nbsp;I have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zack and Cody&lt;/u&gt; is semi-entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop biting my nails.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is soon, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation is soon, yay-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blockbuster hasn&apos;t called me about my job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 22:57:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ditch Day and the surrounding events</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So... I ditched today, but not for the sake of ditch day. I needed a mental break; an emotional vacation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8:30, cleaned house and went to lunch with mom. Then I picked up my brother from school (which is fun because his friends like my car) and went dress shopping (not with my brother, he went home). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up going to school for theater class. I had a scene to do and wasn&apos;t going to ditch out on Darrel. We totally rocked the scene, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s weird that that&apos;s probably the last scene for class that i&apos;ll ever do on that stage. Where have the last four years gone? I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s almost over. WHHS has been my home for so long, my safe place, my sanctuary. And soon i won&apos;t belong there anymore. There&apos;s going to be DramaKids who i don&apos;t know. I&apos;m going to go to shows and not know any of the backstage stuff, i&apos;m going to watch choir concerts and not know the songs... how am i supposed to function? I&apos;m not going to know what to do with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already don&apos;t know what to do with myself. I have very few friends, like... 2. Only one at school, and while they mean the world to me, i need a girl-friend. I need someone to watch chickflicks with, i need someone to vent to, i need someone to &apos;aw&apos; over cute stuff with me. I love those boys with all my heart and would die without either of them, but still... it&apos;s killing me. Every girl at school has decided to either a) not be my friend any more or b) side with the girl who isn&apos;t speaking to me. I don&apos;t get it. And i know i have a couple other girl-friends, but they&apos;re not at school, they have their own lives. I don&apos;t want to find a new group of friends now because i&apos;m almost done here and the effort would be wasted... gah, i&apos;m so stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i was supposed to do airbands today even though i told ASB i wasn&apos;t... w/e. they&apos;re dumb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t deal with abandonment issues when they aren&apos;t my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. I suppose i&apos;ll get over it eventually. it&apos;s just gonna suck getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is a cool video btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;NR=1&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;NR=1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height=&quot;50&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;90&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/cinderangela/pic/000012rk&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lonely&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 18:37:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>♪♪♪ lah dee dah dee dah ♪♪♪</title>
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  <description>so&amp;nbsp; i went to a scholarship interview yeasterday. it was stressful, but fun too. i think i&apos;m one of the only people who actually likes interviews. I had like 3 yesterday and i enjoyed them... i hope i get something from all this. I saw Cinderella too. it was pretty good. Cinderella herself was too &quot;anne of green gables&quot; saying Cindy&apos;s lines. it got on my nerves. they should have waited a year to do that show then i could have been Cinderella. *sigh* another dream role just out of reach...what&apos;s my count on that now? oh yeah, 4. That sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed to practice my scene with Darrel, but i can&apos;t get a hold of him... i don&apos;t know if it&apos;ll work out if he doesn&apos;t call me back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother got Navy Sea Cadet of the Year today. It was impressive. But it meant that my butt was out of bed and in the car at 7:00. that&apos;s too early to be alive. and it was cold and windy at the base...but one of the official officers asked me to take pictures of the event. that was cool. they&apos;re gonna put them on the web site. i&apos;m excited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pictures, i took senior pictures of Cassie, Jen and Rachel the other day. i was so proud of myself. I need to give them the CDs though. i probly do it at school... if anyone else wants them done let me know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now... i&apos;m sitting here. typing. cold. bored.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is my life...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 03:33:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Introduction</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Hola livejournal world... it&apos;s Angela. i lost my old password and made a new LJ. does anyone even do LJ anymore? i do... but i&apos;m kinda old school. w/e. i&apos;ll have random rants, pictures, song lyrics, lots of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read if you wanna, comment if you wanna, care if you wanna.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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