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  <updated>2006-10-05T11:40:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:la_la_liar:8536</id>
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    <title>la_la_liar @ 2006-10-05T07:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T11:40:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i make myself sick.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my dad last night for a while.&amp;nbsp; i tried to explain the situation to him. well. actually i tried not to. but he seemed as knowledgable about it as i did. so whatever.i told him how my moms been stupid. and he said he knew that she was dating a while before she told him.that makes me sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is pink and im stuck at home for first hour because i have no gas and no way to school. my moms going to be pissed. but if she was home more often.(shes tanning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should take it slowwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kid makes me sick too.&amp;nbsp;and i absofuckinglutley love it. lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to hang out with risa and amber friday. and im actually excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saturday...hopefully. i think..... mentioned it last night. ugh. i need somebody to cuddle with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad thinks im going crazy because i said i havent been sleeping very soundly lately. and he says you should go to a councilor. and i said no. and last week my mom said the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to a shrink because my moms stupid. i can talk about it all i want. and shes still going to be stupid. she needs a fucking shrink...whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NICE DA Y!</content>
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    <title>la_la_liar @ 2006-09-27T18:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-27T22:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-27T22:35:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">list of things that hurt on my body:&lt;br /&gt;ahem......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head&lt;br /&gt;nose&lt;br /&gt;throat&lt;br /&gt;stomach&lt;br /&gt;and then the rest of it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiiiiiiii hate fall. because&lt;br /&gt;it rains&lt;br /&gt;and im sick of the phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and it ringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;well im going to go puke and be annoyed by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT WANT COMPANY.&lt;br /&gt;theres a reason i dont answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;father does not understand that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my mom is at larrys.&lt;br /&gt;because she might as well fucking live there.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:la_la_liar:8027</id>
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    <title>you're my best friend..best friend with benefits</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T05:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T05:12:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;what a fucking &lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; couple of weeks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been through a lot if you think about it. like a lot a lot. i remember in 7th grade when i thought that i was some ghetto ass little whore who dressed goth?. and i thought my life was over because &lt;strong&gt;risa &lt;/strong&gt;didnt like me. orrrr in 8th grade when i liked &lt;strong&gt;zach panozzo&lt;/strong&gt; for some disgusting reason. it still makes me gag. or when our little crew used to hang out in the halls freshman year and all the crew with first lunch stood outside the choir room for 5th hour mckinney. and&lt;strong&gt; kevin&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;panozzo&lt;/strong&gt; and i sat in her class and did nothing. and &lt;strong&gt;arielle&lt;/strong&gt; and i were like richard simmons and walked everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sophomore year when &lt;strong&gt;scott kassner&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;zac brewer&lt;/strong&gt; were the shit. (dont get me wrong, you are now too lol) and we would hang out with &lt;strong&gt;jack&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ethan&lt;/strong&gt;. like that time we went over to &lt;strong&gt;scotts&lt;/strong&gt; after the luau. or &lt;strong&gt;joey&lt;/strong&gt; the german whore. and how &lt;strong&gt;zach panozzo&lt;/strong&gt;..welll lets not talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the day after i turned 16 i went to &lt;strong&gt;ambers&lt;/strong&gt; house and she said she walked weird.&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the day after &lt;strong&gt;jeska&lt;/strong&gt; and i went into a ditch. 3 hours after i got my license...i almost killed my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the little blow outs that &lt;strong&gt;risa&lt;/strong&gt; and i have had. and how we dont really talk much this year. and how i dont want to end our senior year like that..... but i dont think its out of hostility on either parts? "so your not going to turn to me next week and say remember that time in the car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;strong&gt;risa&lt;/strong&gt; i remember that one time that she went down to ohio with me and my parents to see nick. and she ate calamari. and i puked a little. and we all got free desert because i think a piece of &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;hair fell in &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;food. lol but shhhh. nobody knows that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember this one time &lt;strong&gt;jeska&lt;/strong&gt; and i went to taco bell and she got a taco and she bit a penny. she goes OH MY FUCKING GOD. TURN THE FUCK AROUND. somebodys getting their ASS KICKED. and she says dude. they didnt give me my change either. she later found out that she tried to eat her change lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think about all the stupid little fights i've been in with everybody. and what would have happened if things would have stayed that way. like if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;risa&lt;/strong&gt; and i didnt talk still. because of samantha russel.&lt;br /&gt;i hated &lt;strong&gt;amber&lt;/strong&gt; because she stole my best friend (&lt;strong&gt;kevin&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;if i hated &lt;strong&gt;nikki&lt;/strong&gt; and arielle because &lt;strong&gt;nikki&lt;/strong&gt; stole &lt;strong&gt;arielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i hated &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; broton because she had blonde hair lol (not really but i wanted to include you lol)&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;strong&gt;risa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;jeska&lt;/strong&gt; hated each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about all that stupid stuff. i was in the wrong in most of the situations to a degree. i'm going crazy tonight. and i think i cried earlier out of happiness lol. but hey its all good.&amp;nbsp; i dont want people to hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;you never know how shit ends up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nikki&lt;/strong&gt; text me a picture of her ass the other day.&amp;nbsp; if she would have done that freshman year. i would have hired a hit man.&lt;br /&gt;but when she did it a couple of days ago. i got excited and said damn i miss that ass lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let your senior year be full of regrets.&amp;nbsp;give everything chances. even if the last chance is just not hating. not liking...but not hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these little college visits everybodys going to kinda puts stuff in perspective for me. we leave in 8 months. like. really. 8 months. no joke.&amp;nbsp; no more whitehall high school. no more mr. haughn yelling at &lt;strong&gt;risa&lt;/strong&gt; and me last year for purses. or no more mr. haughn ignoring the fact that &lt;strong&gt;arielle&lt;/strong&gt; STILL carries her purse lol. no more &lt;strong&gt;erica&lt;/strong&gt; looking crazy at the football games. no more &lt;strong&gt;zac&lt;/strong&gt; molesting me everyday between classes...i'm not sure i'll miss that though. &lt;strong&gt;no more parties at the pier and hearing the word "COPS" and seeing how fast a shit load of drunk people can run.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;i love you alll.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really. like all of you. every single one. just when you think that you cant possibly stand being here for another year shit gets interesting. i'm having a good time. lemme tell ya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back to talking to my mom. still waiting for her to tell dad about this other guy. which wont be a good day. i havent seen my dad recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving friday at like 3 to go see nicholas. and company. im excited. as much as i dont wanna drive 4 hours by myself. i think that it will be the perfect opportunity for me to do some thinking. this didnt turn out the way i expected.&amp;nbsp; and as much as that makes me happy. i get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like an addiction. and its not a bad addiction. because it doesnt hurt me. but i dont like that word addiction anyway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are sick of hearing this......ignore this part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes soooooooooooooo sweet. hes adorable when hes happy. and hes even cute when hes mad. and i like him. alot. not like. infatuation. like actually like him as&amp;nbsp;a person. and i get all stupid giddy happy when i talk to him. and i get all stupid cute like awww baby lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its something unpredictable but in the end its right.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you have the time of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded some really old random music for my solo road trip.and i have a feeling im going to be scream-singing the entire way down there.im so excited.&amp;nbsp; i love the feeling of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alanis morsette and lisa loeb are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like things just fit right now. other than the extreme tiredness which leads to me passing out on my friends when they come chill after school.my moms turning on the heat tomorrow.that means that im going to sleep even more lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait to see medusa. and lindsay and nick. and possibly and hopefully that one kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid? who the hell am i kidding lol. oh i forgot...my mom lol "all guys are after is a piece of ass, jackie. and you need to know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. and i want everybody else to be too.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>la_la_liar @ 2006-09-16T11:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-16T15:24:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-16T15:24:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh my fucking god.&lt;br /&gt;well now.&amp;nbsp; what a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit eastern. That ended up being a dramatic day that i didnt intend for.&lt;br /&gt;thank you amber and risa for going though.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry i almost killed us a few times.&lt;br /&gt;im a good driver.....i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 18th to erucks....yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drama in this little crew we have needs to fucking stop. seriously though. just for a day. and see what happens. if everybody (including me) just thought before they said shit to somebody else about somebody else.....things could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being mean for no reason is just immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quitting my job tomorrow. and im nervous as shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnddddddd. my mom and i arent getting along. at all .like i kinda want to shoot her or strangle&amp;nbsp; her or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and she might be moving out? she said she wanted to do something tonight with me like go to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. not until she ditches the dorcas guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm sorry....larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life kinda sucks right now&lt;br /&gt;and im trying not to drift away from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like everything is so much easier when you can get away without going anywhere.</content>
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    <title>la_la_liar @ 2006-09-06T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T01:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T01:01:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">p the fuck s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIELLE ISABELLE ROSALEZ!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>la_la_liar @ 2006-09-06T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T00:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T00:59:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm&amp;nbsp; a horrible secret keeper.&lt;br /&gt;i cant keep my own secrets. how lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;i'm in like...hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;weekend number 2 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;then next week im going to eastern to "visit the school"&lt;br /&gt;and a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont judge people unless you know them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ive learned that this year.&lt;br /&gt;for example: i didnt like heather petolick last year for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;i like her this year. shes fun.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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