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  <title>like the broken raven's wing</title>
  <subtitle>im a caged bird that won't sing</subtitle>
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    <name>hello.</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandname_spank:31465</id>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-11-05T20:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-06T04:51:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-06T04:51:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">new LJ. &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name____chiaki_' lj:user='___chiaki_' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/___chiaki_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/___chiaki_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;___chiaki_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll friend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental euphoria i love you&lt;br /&gt;my mind's cool novocain&lt;br /&gt;numb the hurt that fills my body&lt;br /&gt;octavia by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to leave us&lt;br /&gt;with only tears and memories&lt;br /&gt;i cannot comprehend it&lt;br /&gt;the product of his greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gone and lost forever&lt;br /&gt;such a cruelly taken fate&lt;br /&gt;an angel on this cold earth&lt;br /&gt;crime of lust and hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so bad to type this&lt;br /&gt;i need you oh so much&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never read this poem&lt;br /&gt;or feel our loving touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;or in God's twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;but for you i hope He is there&lt;br /&gt;and that Heaven is your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;it's too horrid to be true&lt;br /&gt;but i know that was the last time&lt;br /&gt;i'd ever say i love you&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-10-02T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T04:39:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T04:39:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;sub&gt;fuck you&lt;/sub&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandname_spank:30286</id>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-10-02T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T04:38:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T04:38:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;sub&gt;fuck you&lt;/sub&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandname_spank:30175</id>
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    <title>if easily offended, or a strong believer in jesus, please, don't click.</title>
    <published>2004-10-02T21:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-02T21:24:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ooook&lt;br /&gt;so, if pro-bush, or strong believer in jesus.... don't click. simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/repjesus32.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snerk*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandname_spank:29765</id>
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    <title>thingy. quiz. ish.</title>
    <published>2004-10-02T18:00:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-02T18:01:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wasted -- circle jerks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok jenny i really need you to fix my layout!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO LAST...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept in your bed:&lt;/b&gt;i did. in fact, i just got out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saw you cry:&lt;/b&gt;the chicks in my cabin at camp.... dana and julia i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Made you cry:&lt;/b&gt; dicklett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You shared a drink with:&lt;/b&gt; haha seb and dill... the fuckers got me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You went to the movies with:&lt;/b&gt;jenny, and we met up w/heather, payman, diego, tom, aaaand tina? i duno. people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You went to the mall with:&lt;/b&gt;my mom... and my sister. blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yelled at you:&lt;/b&gt; haha jejji, wait, jejji or dill. does AIM count? ifso, then jejji. if not, me and dil got into an argument over whether or not you can get poisoned by touching a green lady bug. YOU CANT. just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sent you an email:&lt;/b&gt; haha socky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Said "I Love You" and meant it:&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotten in a fight with your pet:&lt;/b&gt;hahah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEEN TO...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;California:&lt;/b&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hawaii:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mexico:&lt;/b&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;China:&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canada&lt;/b&gt;: noooooo *cries* i wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXTRA STUFF...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your best friend:&lt;/b&gt; uhhhh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What clothes do you sleep in:&lt;/b&gt; uhh... lots of time whatever i wore that day. but, lately, my plaid cut off things, socks, and w/e shirt i find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you want to get married: &lt;/b&gt;i dont want to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you really hate: &lt;/b&gt;no one *cough*kyle*cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been in Love: &lt;/b&gt;yeah, i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you drive:&lt;/b&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like being around people:&lt;/b&gt; eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you for world peace:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, but, we'll never get it if we keep bombing other countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a health freak&lt;/b&gt;: haha fuck no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever loved someone you had no chance with:&lt;/b&gt;umm.... i duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever cried over something someone of the opposite sex did:&lt;/b&gt; yeah. the last time i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a "type" of person you always go after:&lt;/b&gt; haha yeah. i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you lonely right now: &lt;/b&gt;i've spent the last two days in my room. alone. and i will spend the next two days in my room. alone. what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;actually, i miss certain people, but, im not that lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song thats stuck in your head a lot:&lt;/b&gt; lollirot by jack off jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you want to get married&lt;/b&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you want kids:&lt;/b&gt; noooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Room in house: &lt;/b&gt;my bedroom. though, i wish the walls were a different color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type(s) of music:&lt;/b&gt; i likey.... punk, brit rock, celtic rock, alt, goth rock, umm.... rap/rock.... haha, oldies&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. mostly diff. types of rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfume or cologne:&lt;/b&gt; ew. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Month:&lt;/b&gt; shit. december. or october. or february. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stone:&lt;/b&gt; hmm.. i duno... ruby i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cried:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bought something:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotten sick:&lt;/b&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sang:&lt;/b&gt; yah. it hurt. i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Said "I love you":&lt;/b&gt; uhh... i duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wanted to tell someone you loved them:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, but, i duno who. lol my intrests are divided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Met someone new: &lt;/b&gt;no. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Missed someone:&lt;/b&gt; YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugged someone:&lt;/b&gt; my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed someone&lt;/b&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;song you heard:&lt;/b&gt; something by jack off jill... i duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie you saw:&lt;/b&gt; the breakfast club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;drink you bought:&lt;/b&gt; mocha frap. hah. mostly other people buy me drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thing you stole:&lt;/b&gt; hmmm.... i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought of purchasing hookers:&lt;/b&gt; hahah long story. couple days ago. *(it was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thing you ate:&lt;/b&gt; mac and cheese, last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate a 7 - 11 hot dog:&lt;/b&gt; a long ass time ago. w/ree.</content>
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    <title>i killed alice</title>
    <published>2004-10-01T03:16:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-01T03:16:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;u&gt;i killed alice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;sub&gt;i killed alice&lt;br /&gt;the land of fairytale&lt;br /&gt;screw cinderella&lt;br /&gt;a test they cannot fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty words and dresses&lt;br /&gt;skinny girls to goggle at&lt;br /&gt;with their curly shining tresses&lt;br /&gt;high from the madman's hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;and i don't believe in you&lt;br /&gt;this land i can't conceive&lt;br /&gt;and i won't believe for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;and screw your snow white too&lt;br /&gt;and screw lies they tell you&lt;br /&gt;to make you forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't sit and wait for charming&lt;br /&gt;no one left to save your soul&lt;br /&gt;they it sold to the devil&lt;br /&gt;it's the media that stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i killed alice&lt;br /&gt;the land of all your dreams&lt;br /&gt;fuck cinderella&lt;br /&gt;and fuck the fairy tale queens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bugtown.com/alice/rawscans/frontispiece.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-30T12:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T19:57:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T19:57:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>green day // who wrote holden caulfield</lj:music>
    <content type="html">shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just fucked up my layout!!!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;will someone please make me a new one?????? &lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*jenny*cough*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandname_spank:28712</id>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-30T12:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T19:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T19:57:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>green day // who wrote holden caulfield</lj:music>
    <content type="html">shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just fucked up my layout!!!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;will someone please make me a new one?????? &lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone?</content>
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    <title>deep thoughs</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T14:14:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T14:16:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Let Me Out -=- future leaders of america</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sitting in the dark this morning, i started to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how a lot of  so called "deep" posts start out, so, if you're not in the mood for my morning crisis/momentary flash of brilliance, then, stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was cold, and wrapped in a towel and sitting on the milk crate next to my desk. feeling alone, i wanted so badly to cry i was ready to do anything. music was blaring from my speakers, and i wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slowly walked to the door, wanting to escape my life, wanting to leave everything behind, everything. i didn't want anything to do with me. i hated myself. (i make this sound like i don't feel this way anymore... like im over all my bad feelings... im not)&lt;br /&gt;i flicked the light switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing happened. whipping my head around, i stared at the switch, scared. why isn't anything working for me?&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered that my light had two switches, and the other was off. not moving except to brush wet hair out of my eyes, i stared at it. i flicked the switch again. though common sense told me to stop, or just hit the other switch, i franticly kept flicking that one switch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster, faster, a horrid feeling of failure in the pit of my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew what i had to do to make it work, i knew how to make everything better. i knew how to turn my light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't want to. i wanted to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i wanted. i wanted to sit in the dark... i wanted light... i wanted...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted so much. i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have the power to get it. i know how to get what i want. sure, its not nearly as easy as flicking a second light switch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i didn't have to sit in the dark, flicking away my life hopelessly. afraid i would never be able to do anything, be anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, in a way, i strive for that struggle, for that pain. its almost like the cutter's cry of "it makes me know im alive" it... its my way of feeling real. creating problems for myself that aren't really there. just...&lt;br /&gt;making things harder. &lt;br /&gt;pushing people away.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to be alone either.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like people talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;but i love to make people talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning to my milk crate, i looked in the mirror. clutching an oversized purple towel to herself, i saw someone i didn't know in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;i saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, at least, i saw the me that everyone else saw. tears that refused to fall clogged my eyes, making my vision blurry. i choked them back. i refuse to cry over myself. &lt;br /&gt;i saw myself, standing, alone in the dark, helpless. hopeless. but clutching to the threads of life so hard that tension would be the only thing to break them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw myself, drowning in my own surpressed tears, because i was conciously pushing help away, and screaming at the top of my lungs for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could take the hand, be welcome, have at least some of what i want.&lt;br /&gt;be a little happier inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, is happiness what i really want?</content>
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    <title>yesterday's adventures........</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T21:38:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T21:38:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Spicey McHaggis Jig -=- dropkick murpheys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sigh. let's see&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was lots of fun. jen and i got doughnuts then her mom picked us up and we went to go get her hair done. stopped in this really fucking awesome hat store, ooomg i could spend so much money there!!! i loooooove hats!!! &lt;br /&gt;(well no duh, im always wearing one, despite school rules. hah)&lt;br /&gt;i saw this top hat that i reeeeeally wanted. im gonna have to save up and buy one. lol&lt;br /&gt;then we got her hair done, its sooooo pretty. gosh jenny is soooo gorgeous. specialy with her new hair cut/color. lol&lt;br /&gt;umm... then we went and looked in this little store with tons of awesome junk and &lt;br /&gt;t-shirts. once again, somewhere to spend lots of money. it also had a ton of really cool books.&lt;br /&gt;then we got burgers and headed off to band practice. ummmmma&lt;br /&gt;band practice rocked so hard. (im not IN the band, im sound/techie person. and i do other shit) it was cool, i came up with the bass part to this soooooong and i sang an old one from forever ago (that i wrote actually)...&lt;br /&gt;and me and jas had a duet... the "meat song"...&lt;br /&gt;the band is called "the vegans". lol.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, harry's still gotta get the PA system up so that i can learn how to use it. lol&lt;br /&gt;during Rocktoberfest, gonna be the only band that actually has cool ass special shit down for the different songs. lol&lt;br /&gt;cuz, i get to be the techie. lol, thats fun. i dont actually want to be in the real band. lol&lt;br /&gt;at least, not until i get a lot better. so, for now, working backstage is just what i want. &lt;br /&gt;umm... and i shot a video. its really cool. for a lot of it its sideways. i think its so awesome. lol. i love shooting videos. yeah. i also take band pics. haha, thats so much fun. i love taking pictures. its lots of fun. lol&lt;br /&gt;soooo yeah&lt;br /&gt;done&lt;br /&gt;later mom's having people come over&lt;br /&gt;to watch kung fu&lt;br /&gt;drink these random drink things that taste soooo fucking good&lt;br /&gt;aaand to eat nasty super bowl junk food. should be fun. ehem.</content>
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    <title>today.... just skim and comment, as u always do</title>
    <published>2004-09-24T03:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-24T03:39:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thank You For The Venom =-= My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">woohoo&lt;br /&gt;today rocked soooooo hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st was eh, teacher was in a bad mood, but, ya know. the class was pretty cool. i had to present an article, that was cool. lol. it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd i started my timeline, it looked really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch i was bored, laaaaame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th had a test, i think i did ok on it. a lot of the questions were like, tricks... in a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was awesome. most of my peoples had band practice, gettin ready for...&lt;br /&gt;ROCKTOBER!!!! *crazy guitar solo*&lt;br /&gt;so i was alone, then i saw seb and dil and cory, so i walked over to say hi. then saw jake. me and jake walked down to district to look at shit. was really awesome. we spent several hours just hanging out and walking, talking bout life and people and fun stuffs. i also scored five bucks from him. rock.&lt;br /&gt;then was walking to his house, when i saw seb, dil, cory and george, and i said by to jake (he lived too far away, he had a board,  but i was walking so we said bye)&lt;br /&gt;and went to dil's house. &lt;br /&gt;umm... it was me, dil, seb, cory, george, jesse, marc, anthony, townsend, rory, aaaaand travis, i think, and they were all skating for george's video. it was mucho funo. then most of them left, so i helped dil with math and broke up fights over who was using the keyboard. then looked at watch. called mom, eep she sounded mad....&lt;br /&gt;lol, hugged everyone who was left (dil, cory, seb, george) goodbye, and hightailed it home, snagging dil's fucking awesome pinstriped hat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;came home, mom was annoyed, but, we had a really good talk. got a lot of shit off my chest, and have to go to school tomorow as punishment for being late. but, its better than being grounded. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that was my day. i really need a fucking camera, so i can show u pictures....&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i loved the picture in my last entry. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((random subject change))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally found my fucking safety pin. i've been loooking everywhere for it. i keep it in my ear in case i need it for something. lol&lt;br /&gt;it was on my tux vest. lol&lt;br /&gt;ooook, so, that's my life. in a nutshell. minus that bad, scarred for life because of childhood trama i will never be free of. but, life is good, i have friends who love me and i love back.... and i got 11 comments on my last entry. jesus christ. was the picture really that special?</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-21T19:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-22T02:44:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-22T04:57:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tsunami -=- Steriogram</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun, wore crow/clockwork orange style eyeliner and lip stuffs. having never seen either of these movies i duno if i did a good job, but, people seemed to appreciate, so to speak, the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost made one little girl cry. i forgot i was wearing it. and i look scary when i smile. ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/sorcha-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an ok picture. i look kinda fat in it. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of "OH MY GODS!" and people staring. was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first period was eh. took a quiz, was easy. got another test back, aced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third finished poster, eeeeeasy. i love rainbow. unfortunetly, one chick in my group was homophobic (i fucking hate that word), and wouldnt let me put lots of rainbow letters.&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth was interesting, just wrote down shiat and talked, i like saidy. u can call out in her class, and she's very open minded. i also have a loud and extremely smart class, who question everything. so, we ended up annoying all our teachers today, cuz, we're just too smart. *smug look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was awesome. hung with jake for a while, i love jake, he's so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;we talked about like, everything, lol.&lt;br /&gt;ummm.... then walked to cubby's with seb, dillan, and mario. seb was unusually quiet and looked depressed. wouldn't tell anyone what was wrong. mario was happy for a while, then got depressed over his dad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;me and dil had a jolly time, while seb and mario just hung in the back. &lt;br /&gt;then walked home, said bye to the scrubs, and mario walked with me and em.&lt;br /&gt;me and mario had a very interesting talk about our dads. i felt super bad for him, he had to see his dad today. ick. but, it was good, we got into some really deep shiat.&lt;br /&gt;so, was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home i decided i was tired of the goth look. so i put on some tight ass light blue jeans, a little tiny sparkly white tank top with strawberries on it, and an orange belt thing with white polka dots. washed off all eyeliner, and put  a tiny bit around my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;am now wearing same jeans, a loose black pirate shirt, and dil's plaid vest. &lt;br /&gt;going out to dinner soon. woopee</content>
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    <title>fun with eyeliner</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T04:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T04:01:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blink =-= dysentary gary</lj:music>
    <content type="html">gods i wish i had a camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt; my lips are black. as in, black like my hair used to be. marilyn manson style eye makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa...&lt;br /&gt;fucking A, man, i reaaaaaally need a camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i go out, or my dad walks in, im gonna get told off cuz its "not a good idea to put that stuff on your mouth. it could be toxic" &lt;br /&gt;meh, as if i havent put worse things in my mouth. lmao&lt;br /&gt;jk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i??? lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok, i think im fucking high offa the eyeliner. i swear, im ADHD all of a sudden</content>
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    <title>insomnic</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T08:55:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T08:55:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">insomnia blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:45 in the morning. on IM with socky. no where near sleep. fuck. i really need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a cool outfit for picture day.&lt;br /&gt;jeans that actually fit, and one of my vests over a black tank top.&lt;br /&gt;and, sabastian's hat, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like my hair.&lt;br /&gt;and i just discovered the other night that i had won another trophy on ap.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i had no idea. now i have.... four. i think. not bad a mediocre poet like myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote three new short stories. i like them a lot. no comments cept for one by socky, but&lt;br /&gt;i really like them. i think (hope) my writing is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to watch nip tuck tonight, omg it was awesome, but, mom got grossed out (disturbing as fuck), and turned it off. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, im hungry. damn. lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok, done now.&lt;br /&gt;end.</content>
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    <title>my hair fucking rocks</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T04:15:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T04:15:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my chemical romance =-= the ghost of you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i love my hair. its really awesome. its not bright red, its kinda dark purple red ish, cept the roots, which are really bright. you can still see the black, its coolio.&lt;br /&gt;i'd post a pic, but, i don't have a camera. sigh, i'll just have jas take some, and send them to me. lol&lt;br /&gt;oooooomg, im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;awesome hair, new clothes. my life is sooooo awesome!!!! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found an old shirt that i cut up a long time ago, now that i have a vest to wear over it, i can wear it to school, cuz i fucked the back up. i have a habit of doing that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go to school!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just read above entry, i lied. i don't want to go to school. i want.... to.... see my friends, but not go to school. sigh)</content>
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    <title>this is the new shit (marilyn manson fucking rocks)</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T01:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T01:06:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>steriogram -=- back in black</lj:music>
    <content type="html">home from shopping&lt;br /&gt;got a pair of jeans from pac sun, rather tight and kinda low. meh, not really though.&lt;br /&gt;apperently my mom wants me to were granny pants. i walk out, and her eyes bug and she looks like she has dinner plates on her face. &lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"those are awfully low honey"&lt;br /&gt;"no they're not, all my pants are like this"&lt;br /&gt;in a strained voice "ok, now  go take them off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, that was funny. but, i bought them already, and the tags are off. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;they actually fit, and well. the only pair of jeans i own that do.&lt;br /&gt;also bought two new vests and another pair of black jeans at out of the closet. the black jeans fit, but, are meant to be worn around ur waist, so i pull them down and they're kinda tight. but, who cares. they still fit, and i love them.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;br /&gt;one vest is fitted and green, the other is a tuxedo vest thingy ma bob. rock.&lt;br /&gt;then got slurpies&lt;br /&gt;spent less than forty on all this. heck yeah!</content>
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    <title>so....</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T18:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T18:20:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my chemical romance =-=</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with the inlaws. then some thrifting/mall hopping (probly both, maybe not? duno) &lt;br /&gt;once the new clothes are out of the way, on to the hair place&lt;br /&gt;so i can redo my hair. jesus the hair dye faded so quickly this time.&lt;br /&gt;its not really black anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so, i still have to decided if i want to stay black, or go back to  being a redhead.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i'll do the red. it hasn't been really red for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeeeeeescake......&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that sound good???? yummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;i fucking love cheescake. sigh. im gonna get fat.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;oooooomg i had so much fun at the movies!!! squee&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed up til, well, really early in the morning. i don't remember. i was on yahoo with socky. and i was sewing pretty beads onto my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;then my dad fucking called this morning at like, ten. jesus. wake up calls suck. &amp;gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;but, i have my chemical romance blaring&lt;br /&gt;and steriogram was playing a while ago. so, music makes it all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am wearing my hives shirt, inside out jeans, dill's plaid vest, and sabby's hat. rock. i love this hat, arya almost stole it at the movies. he took off running, several times. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, later in movies all was good *wink wink* lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, mind keeps going back to movies. i think it was the first time i got out on a friday night in, well, like, probly over a month, like, really get out. with a large group of people, running around, stealing food offa everyone, aaaaand.... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm almost done with this pointless entry. just one last thing, for you all, what i look like now (not really, its a crappy picture, but, your last glimpse of me with black hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/100_3966.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/100_3967.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i fuck up with the red, im gonna bleach my hair. back to being blonde. ick.</content>
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    <title>cool bands</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T08:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T08:28:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two new favorite bands to add to my collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/mychemroman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/gerard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steriogram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/steriogram3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v354/black__bird/10281908.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, done now</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-18T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T05:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T05:05:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beastie boys -=- hold it now hit it</lj:music>
    <content type="html">umm...&lt;br /&gt;i spent all day daydreaming and listening to music. and obsessively checking my LJ to see if anyone bothered to comment. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;ordered thai for dinner. ate too much. am now sitting at desk wearing dillan's vest and sabastian's hat. and a t shirt and my dickies. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;um.... jejji just called me. in-laws for lunch tomorow. then math homework. bedroom is..... clean? no, it's not. but its better than it was. i like it messy, i just wish my father did too.&lt;br /&gt;talked on IM with harry for a while. uhhh.... played with my poi. i really have no life. made more cranes. i love oragami. &lt;br /&gt;slept.&lt;br /&gt;and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice how my lack of complete sentences adds to the effect of being overly apathetic)</content>
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    <title>i woke up at twelve. henceforth, am not at school today.</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T19:22:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T19:22:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>duno who it is... some random person i have on my itunes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">walk out of my room this morning&lt;br /&gt;find mother staring at me like she just saw a ghost. then she started laughing. slumping down on the sofa, i ask "what" sleep, still weighing my down, mom looks at me and says "i though you were at school, i woke you up"&lt;br /&gt;emmy walks in and goes, "what are you doing here"&lt;br /&gt;i turn ane look at her&lt;br /&gt;emmy "its twelve"&lt;br /&gt;me "oh"&lt;br /&gt;so, i slept in really late&lt;br /&gt;and no one knew, cuz they all thought i left for school. oh well, i told you all that i wasn't coming to school today, so, i suppose it works. even though i actually wanted to go today. &lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;so, to amuse you, i took quizzes. for more results, go to my xanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078089874_ctureslost.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x89db558)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a Lost Soul. No one is really sure what&lt;br&gt;that can always mean, because it can be defined&lt;br&gt;in many ways. As Legend goes, lost souls were&lt;br&gt;the spirits of passed away people who are&lt;br&gt;neither in heaven nor hell. They walk the&lt;br&gt;earth, brooding mysteriously, always appearing&lt;br&gt;when you expect it least. So hence, if you have&lt;br&gt;a Lost Soul, then you are probably very&lt;br&gt;insecure and shy. Stuck in your own little box,&lt;br&gt;you watch the world fly by as a loner. You dont&lt;br&gt;know your place. You seemingly dont have a&lt;br&gt;place in society or an interest. You are a very&lt;br&gt;capricious person, and are confused and&lt;br&gt;frustrated about where you belong. You crave&lt;br&gt;for the sense and feeling of home-but have not&lt;br&gt;obtained it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1090507586_blackwings.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x889a87c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have Black Wings! Your feathers are dark, raven&lt;br&gt;black, which can also be spiny and scaly. No&lt;br&gt;one really knows why your feathers are this&lt;br&gt;dark, because you always conceal yourself with&lt;br&gt;a bubble. A great sadness surrounds you, and&lt;br&gt;you take it out on others and the world. In&lt;br&gt;Spite of your beauty, your inside is twisted&lt;br&gt;and dead, because you were hurt so badly that&lt;br&gt;youre heart couldnt take it. Before, your wings&lt;br&gt;were white, and slowly, when your life was&lt;br&gt;changing, so was the color. You have no&lt;br&gt;friends, because you cant let anyone get too&lt;br&gt;close to you. Grief fills your heart, though&lt;br&gt;anger blinds your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Color%20are%20your%20wings%3F(Mainly%20for%20Girls)Beautiful%20Pix!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color are your wings?(Mainly for Girls)Beautiful Pix!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1092186637_snewnight2.jpg" border="0" alt="sfdtdjf"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Element is Night. You're a loner who is very&lt;br&gt;creative but never show your work to anyone.&lt;br&gt;You may smile a little but sadness or&lt;br&gt;loneliness surround you and other can feel it&lt;br&gt;when they're near you. You have a dark or&lt;br&gt;unusual beauty that makes you mysterious and&lt;br&gt;you probably have a lot of secrets that you've&lt;br&gt;never told anyone. You're beauty is intriging&lt;br&gt;and unorthidox but the real thing that makes&lt;br&gt;you special is your eyes. Something in them&lt;br&gt;makes them like Diamonds in the Rough. (please&lt;br&gt;forgive me if you cannot see the pics. If you&lt;br&gt;go to my userpage then you can see your result&lt;br&gt;picture at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What&amp;#39;s%20Your%20Element(girls)%3F%20(PICTURES)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Element(girls)? (PICTURES)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah</content>
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    <title>another long ass entry about my days. paul is hot. im afraid of sales associates. and so goes life</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T01:46:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">homework fucking blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, another useless account of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun.... saw sabastian (still need a nickname... suggestions?)&lt;br /&gt;we built pyramids with people&lt;br /&gt;the guy who looks like orlando bloom only not as cute was staring at me....&lt;br /&gt;kinda scared me.....&lt;br /&gt;hes cute though&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;afterwards talked to sab. (abbreviation for now) and connor and jejji. jejji elbowed me so hard in the back i was almost crying, so i proceded to cuss her out, sort of. got yelled at for cussing. by mr. lozano, who gave me a dirty look and said "hey, sorcha, stop cussing" but didn't get me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate wilcox. she's making me do the hw the lame way. so it'll take forever. instead of ten minutes. fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. lozano made us work out. oooooow&lt;br /&gt;saw dillan and cory. ayla went out with him?&lt;br /&gt;gods im sooooo late&lt;br /&gt;though, i give her points for going out with him though he was a scrub. non-ageist&lt;br /&gt;meaning not that shallow. good for her. (not sarcasm, i do think more highly of her now. even though she did dump him. but its the principle of the thing)&lt;br /&gt;gods.... i hate working out. but, i think i actually did some of the pushups correctly. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;after school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my scrub friends. we (scrubs, me, jacob, jas) all crashed at dill's house for ten fifteen mins, grabbed a soda, played with his guitar.... &lt;br /&gt;left for tace bell&lt;br /&gt;where we met up with paul&lt;br /&gt;and had lots of fun. paul's hot. i think so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo&lt;br /&gt;that was fun, then we walked to the library, met up with some random seventh graders we didn't know&lt;br /&gt;one of whom looked at me, grabbed dill and said "he wants to look at your tits"&lt;br /&gt;ignoring dill's squeals of protest (yeah, he squeals, and giggles.... its so fucking cute. u just want to hug him. but he'd probably bite you.... i mean, if some random person walked up and hugged him, he'd bite them. not me..... i gave him a pin. wow that sounded wrong..... not in the old high school meaning of pin... ehem)&lt;br /&gt;aaaand im like.... "no one gets to see my boobs... cept me *evil grin*"&lt;br /&gt;then called mom, found out emmy stayed home, said bye&lt;br /&gt;as i was leaving that guy who i mention earlier walked up to me and said "you have nice titties" then he started laughing and was like, "just kidding" but he wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;ummmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;scary.... seventh graders are gettting waaaaaaay outta line man. dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, said by to my little "posse"&lt;br /&gt;and walked home&lt;br /&gt;am afraid of going into stores alone and buying stuff. seriously. i needed to go buy hair shit. but, i didn't, cuz asking sales assistants for help scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination... sigh, it's a beautiful game.</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-14T18:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T01:42:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not particularly paranoid, borderline, antisocial or narcissistic&lt;br /&gt;pretty much other than that, it just says im highly dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, to read what all this shit means, go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-14T17:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T00:50:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">today was.... 1/2 and 1/2&lt;br /&gt;school itself kinda stunk, i love jejji with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;but, she's too good at telling it like it is. which can get ya down sometimes. but, its important to hear. and, at this point, i don't care. im single. woopee&lt;br /&gt;who gives a fuck? it doesnt matter, i dont need someone else to complete me. yah, it'd be nice not to be single..... and to have someone there&lt;br /&gt;but i don't need it&lt;br /&gt;and, id like to thank jejji for making me realize that. and socky too. she's been telling me that since the begining&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;after school wandered alone for a while..... :(&lt;br /&gt;then went to the library, and saw victor, who told me where dill and sabastian were. went to elementary school, found dill, and he was pissed.... tee hee&lt;br /&gt;lots of drama between them all.... they're forgetful, lol, so sabastian and jacob has completely ditched him, cuz he had detention. when we found them there was a minor scuffle and some rather unpleasant names being called, gods it was fucking hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;walked to cubby's, aaaaand i left late to get emmy, cuz i was waiting for sabby's(new nickname i've just created, sabastian is too long too write) bagel to get cooked&lt;br /&gt;theeeeen went to get emmy, who wasnt there. i freaked cuz i was late and she might have been kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;then found out she went home sick&lt;br /&gt;went back to scrub friends&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaand we all crashed at dill's for a while, dill has a fucking awesome guitar, i want!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ummm..... then i had to rush back home, jesus christ that was hell....&lt;br /&gt;umm.... stole sabby's hat  again&lt;br /&gt;(have just decided sabby is a horrid name and i need a new one for him. will meditate on that later)&lt;br /&gt;gonna dye my hair again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;surprise....&lt;br /&gt;just wait to see what it looks like... not JUST black anymore....&lt;br /&gt;mehe</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-10T18:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-11T01:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-11T20:38:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;2nd period&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished folder, was pretty, then mrs. wyatt made me color it in. fucked. talked to current crush. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;talked to sebastian as well, told him i'd "sneak" him and his friends over to the eighth grade side (they're the "cool" scrubs, the little punk ones in tight pants that have cool ass hair. yeah. if they were two years older they'd be the answer to my prayers. hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4th period&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I HATE WILCOX&lt;br /&gt;nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lunch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little scrubs came with us to eighth grade side. ummm.... didn't eat anything. forgot to grab food this morning. &lt;br /&gt;made plans to maybe go to movies later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIT 4 LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;hell in a bottle!&lt;br /&gt;eep. he made us run a lot and work out. fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;after school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out with jas. watched mario and kyle and trent's band practice. am officialy hated by both trent and kyle. got called a fucking poser because i wanted to hold mario's guitar and play with it. looked at trent and said "im not a poser, and, even if i was, what does that have to do with how well i play guitar?" having never actually heard me play, he shut up. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but mario's cool, so, the other guys didn't give me too much shit. walked to liquor store for fifty cent sodas. went to harry's. who also now hates me. cuz i dyed my hair black. and am a poser. fucker. got jas' guitar, then went and sat in the high school for a while talking bout life and people. jas had to goooo, aaaaaand, we called dillan (scrub friend in tight pants) aaand made plans to call later to see what the deal with the movies was. went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day. end.</content>
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    <title>brandname_spank @ 2004-09-05T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T03:06:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jammin.jarmacz.staticcling.org/images/inline_images/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://beisick.dolphinparadise.net/alone.jpghttp://beisick.dolphinparadise.net/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomlab.de/hitech/tom16/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ooglygoogly.sandwich.net/PhotographyMain/photoart/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ma a google whore. what can i say?</content>
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