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  <title>so from what i heard.</title>
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  <updated>2009-08-30T02:25:37Z</updated>
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    <title>bewilderedloca @ 2009-08-29T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-30T02:25:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-30T02:25:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todays a bummy day for me. I wanna rip my stitches out, yet I want them to heal real soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/sdYsolKXXq70pg8fRaXonBAso1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:13751</id>
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    <title>Im going to aunts house today.</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T16:31:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T16:31:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the drama with my mother is unbelieveable and next time she should mind her own business and keep out of my texts because the truth hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sucks had to go that way but seriously. myofb.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:13351</id>
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    <title>Well. Being 17 sucks.</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T04:36:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T04:36:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;I actually thought it never happened. Like my birthday wouldnt suck so much and my parents didnt even try to behave today. Today I woke up on the dining room table because i couldnt find a decent spot to sleep on and i dont know how i ended up there. So there goes my shitface experience without the headache in the next day. And it was also like what, 1 in the afternoon and no one was there so i was like 'Oh, maybe its a surprise party theyre planning.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They come back with bags filled with junk food and camping items for my brother who just happens to leave tomorrow for his stupid camping trip. And i&amp;nbsp;was like, 'is there something in there for me?' and theyre like, 'No, theres nothing for you,&amp;nbsp;this if for your brothers important trip tomorrow.' So like if that didnt get to me, it was when they told me to get dressed and that we were gonna go out so I was like 'YES'. And as we're driving, i noticed the place i wanted to eat at was passed by like unnoticed and we kept going so im like 'oh ok maybe we're going to Unos. That place is ok but its something i like'. THEN i find out, we went to gay ass Fridays and when i asked politely why we came here my dad said it was bc he can eat the food there and didnt like BBQs that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF? He ate there several times before with no problems but chooses to come to a place HE likes and thats not on his day, when in fact its my DAY to do what i want for the most part. So, i let him know Im mad bc its bull how i have to do shit for him, my mom and my brother when its their birthdays and they cant do&amp;nbsp;the same shit for me. So we eat at the shitty place and come out and my dads like, where do you want to go and im thinking hes addressing it to me so im like, ice cream would be nice and he flat out ignores me and takes my brother to get ice cream and get him an ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I just stay quiet and figures to go to my aunts house bc my grandma, her and my cousin left me voicemails and they actually wished me a happy birthday and tuns out they were like the only ones we got me actual gifts and a card. And i started to cry abit because no one even said it or wished it for me until i got there and thats really pathetic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, my fucking uncle called and literally asked me if my birthday was tomorrow when in fact it was today. And I remember this assholes birthday every year because i stress what to get for him during that week and he couldnt remember this day. THATS why i dont like parties or birthdays; mines especially. And its officially over and i still feel like shit bc remembering and bringing it all back just ruined it for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for nothing Mom and Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being 17 sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kohl0o9PaQ1qzpwkxo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:13108</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Memo to Myself</title>
    <published>2009-08-11T04:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-11T04:55:25Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could travel back in time, what advice would you give to your younger self?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1014'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1014"&gt;View 561 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would tell myself to never believe in people i trusted before when i was naive and stupid, never let any of the cuntfaces in JHS pick on me and to get everyones number in the sixth grade. And maybe also kept myself from dating that corbin bleu fucker four years back xp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uhhh....think thats it&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:12895</id>
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    <title>Hey a new look!</title>
    <published>2009-08-01T03:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-01T03:50:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey there dead space. I figured out when a person works and finds out the true meaning of a dollar, people do not slack off and waste their time doing something miscellaneous on the side. Some do over time. Some play slick and mooch off while other people work hard. And then theres people who beg for money and have cash in their pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is a greedy hourglass and I have to buy my brothers cologne for his birthday tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:12560</id>
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    <title>Brief? Possibly.</title>
    <published>2008-12-29T03:13:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T03:14:15Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Love Bomb by N.E.R.D</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I figured I stop by, being that I customize my profile again and changed my default icon of Adrianna Lima to Heath's Ledger 'Joker'. It's pretty nice, even though I couldnt get the URL, for the background, so I guess I found a substitute instead. Better then nothing I suppose&amp;nbsp;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, through out this entire week, ever since Christmas, I have not or yet have to touch up on a update or anything, all because I was too caught up and&amp;nbsp;distracted by roleplaying as 'Kagura' and 'Hiten' with my friend, Sam... we did it&amp;nbsp;because we just got insanely bored and how many ideas a one shots came up from those RP... and they never end. And then we fuck it up somehow which is even more hilarious xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even suggesting names for them yet but either way, when we actually decide to make the chapters, we have to co write because both RPs happen at the same time so yeah. But anyhoo, I love the drama and terrible mishaps we put them through lol. I'm more mainly in control over the Bankotsu and Kagura one and Sam's more dominant with the Hiten and Abi thingy. We take turns on who to roleplay as and today is Bankotsu and Kagura :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have something to look towards to extra... once she signs on, lol. To kill time, I'm trying to finish up her very LATE b-day that should've been done ages ago o.o.... but atleast I'm working on it now. So that's something. Besides, I've missed getting reviews xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for other news, umm I have yet to do my art homework and science butthen again, no one does it anyway to begin with &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a little crack parody based on one of my stories, Road to Redemption, and I already got like four or three pages on the storyboards done x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little fidgety and I feel as if, someone's doing me a favor or doing something&amp;nbsp;I like... I dunno. I just feel as if , Imma get a late birthday&amp;nbsp;gift from a friend of mines, which is weird because most of them forgotten by now but yeah... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get these weird vibes... Oooh! Family guy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later... hopefully when oh god, it's two episodes and Robot chicken! 8D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:12387</id>
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    <title>About time</title>
    <published>2008-12-25T19:42:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T19:42:27Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Love Lockdown by Kanye West</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;About time I get my laptop lol. I'm soo jittery and happy now, heheh. Anyhoo, I gots a digital camera, two monkey plushies, an Estee Lauder make kit thingy, this laptop, new headphones and money. So I think I'm pretty good ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont fel like typing so much because I'm happy and overwhelmed that I has my own computer! Now I can put anythign I want on it without consequence but first I think I want to download Photoshop CS3 or for if I'm lucky somehow and limewire and my Itunes as well -3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even wanna post here yet but I am so that why I'll be more cooled off in the next one. And I'm watching 'Snakes on a Plane' too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really... it just came on after Batman returns but whatever, I'm too focused on my laptop to go on there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be back laters ;3&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yo!</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T13:36:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T13:36:56Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yo! Like how long has it been since I updated this journal, lol. I'm not a very good committed type of person, when it comesto 'work'. But ah wells, I'm up and here so I might've as well bitch about something &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technically, I'm supposed to be in school. English and Spanish class because I'm not leving until it's like 9:30.Because I don't wanna go to Mr Anderson who's on the third floor and then go to the seventh floor for my spanish class then come all the way back down for U.S History. Nu uh man. I'm not having that, besides I love my US History teacher. He's fun to annoy and talk with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyhoo, I&amp;nbsp;WANTED to stay home today but I have lab today instead of gym and I don't want to do any make ups either so yeah. I'll go leave my house around 9:30 ish and get to the schol 5 minutes late to my US History class, so it's sa'll good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, let's see what else... oh yeah. I had yet another fight with my dad twice last night over the stupidest reasons &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argued with me thinking I deleted his wrestling profile he worked 'oh so hard' on and pointed the finger at me this time. So, of course I fight back with him and I just get tired. I'm supoose to respect my father, but honestly how can you respect someone who acts like child or just likes to accuse other people instead of himself? But anyhoo atthe end of that fight, his profile was remade and he used the one he had in March 12 so it's till current and all he had to do was add two wrestlers and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even apologize, he just told me to give him a hug as an apology&amp;nbsp;and I told him no, left him cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, I'm here in the kitchen, baking some of my good 'ole oatmeal cookies and before I could make my second batch he comes in and tells me to go downstairs to get raisins, so he could poison MY cookies with icky dried grapes xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I wouldn't go down because I HAVE no business downthere so there's no point in going and the last time I went down for him, he accused me, yet again of getting the wrong peanuts and hit me for it. WHEN, they ran out of his kind and I bought him ones, I 'thought' he liked but anyhoo, I'm not doing any favors for him anymore and even then he didn't apologize to me. So no way, Imma do and go through that again, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoo, when I told him no I wouldn't go get him raisins, he then tell me add pomergranates in them instead. FUCKING- pomergranates... like wtf, who would do that? That's just like eating a granola bar instead of cookies. So I told him 'No. These are my cookies. You are NOT gonna poison them with something that completey gross. No I'm not having that.' and he's like, 'yes you are. I want them on my COOKIES'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told him off again, 'Hell no. These little fuckers are MY&amp;nbsp;cookies, I&amp;nbsp;MADE&amp;nbsp;THEM, I CREATED them, I&amp;nbsp;BAKED&amp;nbsp;THEM. You didn't, so you&amp;nbsp;have no right to tell me how to make cookies.' and after I said that, he got mad and started yelling at me telling me shit to get the fuck out of the kitchen and not to touch anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I left mad and pissed off as hell. I cried because I can't do the usually thing a punch walls or scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured to watch some t.v and cooled down for abit after like what, 10 minutes. I heard my mother (finally) and my dad go at saying that, I'm an ungrateful little bitch, I have to have everything my way or whatnot, yada yada yada. And that once again got me mad so I went back to the kitchen got a cup of water and my dad came up to me and started talking shit and being already sick of it.&amp;nbsp;I yelled back at him telling him what I thought about the sitaution and what not and he threatened me saying he wasn't gonna get me shit this x-mas and what not, that I kiss my laptop and good bye and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mad again and just locked myself up in my room throughout the night and today, I'm not speaking to him and neither is he. But that's fine because my dad likes to pull stunts like this and come back home getting me flowers or cheesecake thinking that would make me happy or get to talk with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't say sorry or anything, just get me stuff and I buy into it most of the time. But after last night, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far as I know, I don't wanna see him. And as retaliation, I didn't go to my first and second period class today. Imma cool off abit more and forge a note, later for tomorrow so that way it wont hurt my grades this third marking period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm a screw up. xD&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I gots to stay home today</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T18:35:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T18:35:48Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Digital Monkey by Balkan Beat Box</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I gots to stay home today because of the evil cramps my period is giving me, so I'm kinda in pain but my mom gave me these pills to numb the pain down and so far it's working. Anyhoo, I had a hard time trying to download MIA and some more Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch Music on my ipod last night and&amp;nbsp;it gave me a bunch of problems so I stood up till 12 and went back to work to fix it the remainder of my morning. So I basically missed Maury and Jerry Springer today :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess yeah. But it's kinda worth it, because I&amp;nbsp;got all of the songs I wanted! But I won't be downloading more music until I get my 'laptop'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/88/41/16/00/0088411600394_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they don't get it for me in the color or in red, I'm gonna skin it. But that's what I really want to have my OWN computer and do what I want with it. I can't put anything in my family computer but my brother can download his stupid games. But I just really want my own laptop. So that way I can put my OWN background, download the Photoshop CS3 or 4 and work on my stuff and make my own website so that way I can put my own works in it without having to deal with people's dumb and stupid rules and regulations -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it'll be in my favorite color,&amp;nbsp;in green! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;I think I should've used this blogging time to work on some updates but I already did earlier somehow. So Imma go take a short break after this post and play some Saints Row 2 on my brother's Xbox 360 before he comes home and do nothing, leaving me with most of the housework -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast, I'll kill some people and take my anger out on some people xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I&amp;nbsp;might go do that and go bug Sam and do some more big updating and hopefully post a one shot up eventually. But not now. I'm getting tired and my hands hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be taking my leave now ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shittiest Saturday</title>
    <published>2008-11-16T02:42:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-16T02:42:27Z</updated>
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    <category term="inugrrrl"/>
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    <lj:music>Beating Me Down by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Bleh... I don't know what happened today. It started off great but after I read something that bothered me abit and it ruined my day thus so far. The only who can seemingly make me happy is my friend Samantha&amp;nbsp;or my&amp;nbsp;sisters'&amp;nbsp; Veronica and Christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I felt part of the crowd hanging out with the certain people but now it's like bleh. All my attempts to get them to notice me, &lt;strong&gt;FAILED&lt;/strong&gt;, all the shit I did and said &lt;strong&gt;FAILED&lt;/strong&gt; so it's like as if anything I do, I won't satisfy them, like their other 'friends' did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I'm younger than the rest of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see me abit differently 'cept InuGrrrl but even then, I dont feel as if I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why now, I'm not really talking to anyone except my sisters and Sam but as for everyone else, I just carry a shit assed atittude. ANd I don't care if I sound emo or whiny. Most of the fucking time, I'm fucking cheerful but you know eventually that mood doesn't last so yeah. No one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another thing I'll say before I go, I'll be damned if I'm gonna go after them again. Because I'm sick and tired of always having to chase them around on; Myspace, Facebook, deviantART, here, ff.net and so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know my name and my screen name, so why should I have to look for them most of the time WHEN they can't even &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;find me... Argh! But anyhoo, I needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be fair most of the time and do my best to be there for them but they won't let me show them what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rather waste their time on other people who are used to the publicity and ARRGGH. God, I'm feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yeah. I just don't like being walked over or stepped on or not even given the chance to show what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. The world's just fucked up that way. I'm gonna go get some lemon cake or frost it first. Fuck this shit. I'm too mad right now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>First Survey in awhile.</title>
    <published>2008-11-15T21:17:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-15T21:17:03Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Haze by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I feel so shitty now, after reading about how my friend thinks about me. And I honestly didn't expect it from her but you know. Oh well. It's nothing I dealt with before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nao fer survey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you do it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hell Yeah. Get me a nice condo, take my sisters Christina&amp;nbsp;and Veronica with me and live there happiliy ever after with money in our pockets :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; If you could trade places with any person living or dead, who would you trade places with?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Adriana Lima or with Milla Jovovich :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&amp;nbsp; If you could shorten your life expectancy by 10 years to become more attractive, would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;No I would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp; Whom do you admire and why?&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer this question beacuse ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp;nbsp; What was your favorite bedtime story as a child?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Never had one, it was just lights out that's a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&amp;nbsp; You're walking down the street, you come across a burning building A woman says her baby is trapped inside, what would you do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to call the firemen. It's the fireman's&amp;nbsp;job &amp;nbsp;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&amp;nbsp; If you could choose the future profession of your son or daughter, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No. But if it leads them towards drug dealing and what not, you better believe I will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8)&amp;nbsp; What was your best experience on drugs or alcohol?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing dog crap out the window... lawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&amp;nbsp; What was your worst experience on drugs or alcohol?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have better things to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&amp;nbsp; As your walking down the street you find a suitcase full of money sitting next to a parked car, would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;That's a no brainer -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)&amp;nbsp; If you found that a close friend has AIDS, would you still hang out with them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! That'd be mean not too .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)&amp;nbsp; In front of you are 10 pistols, 5 of which are loaded. If you survive you'd receive 100 million dollars. Would you be willing to place 1 to your head and pull the trigger?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck outta here. I'd shoot the guy with the money and leave lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13)&amp;nbsp; How old were you when you lost your virginity?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-________-;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)&amp;nbsp; Do you believe in ghosts, werewolves or vampires?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Somewhat o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)&amp;nbsp; If you could live forever, would you want to?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)&amp;nbsp; Which fictional movie character most resembles who you are?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Eva from 'Freedom Writers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aolsearch.aol.com/aol/redir?src=image&amp;amp;s_req=fc3c0e8a8350b8af&amp;amp;s_cq=Eva+from+Freedom+Writers&amp;amp;s_cid=281822757978354044044823092375425880245&amp;amp;s_cim=1226782129073&amp;amp;s_cu=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.rossanthony.com%2FF%2Fimages%2Ffreedomwriters.jpg&amp;amp;s_cd=ImgDet&amp;amp;s_cm=image_details.M.xml" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)&amp;nbsp; If you could go back in time, which time period would you visit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1980's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) If they were to televise a live execution, would you watch it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)&amp;nbsp; If you could be the president of the USA, would you be willing to do it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;No. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Too much work and nothing would go right XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)&amp;nbsp; If you could choose the sex of your unborn child, would you want to?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I guess o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)&amp;nbsp; Would you rather live longer or be wealthy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I walk with a grudge on my shoulder.</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T14:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T14:38:40Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>What comes around (Day of the Dead mix) by DreamNightmare</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Okay, for the past weekend, I'l been busy and attending to my&amp;nbsp;baby&amp;nbsp; cousin&amp;nbsp;Ashley Jean while I did, post something on here. Not &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; here but on the computer x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I had to take her back yesterday because she gets hysterical at night like a baby normally does while my mother and dad say they can't deal with it cause they had work early in the morning the next day. She's wakes everyone else but me up at 2-4 in morning and it takes 45 minutes to shut her up and put her to sleep so they said they had no choice but to take her back to my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before they decided all of this, I was at my sister's house, spending time wit her and downloading music from Limewire. I got there after school which is at 4:00 and I stood there until 9:06 p.m. Now when I got home, I see Ashley's things packed so I'm what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that asshole of a father, comes storming out the room, mad and sad that I didn't go straight home. He started bitching at me, destroying my happy mood and started to blame me for whatever reason ,that it's my fault Ashley's going home. Which it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I'm never right. In my family, even in my own house, I don't get much of a say while my brother can do whatever the fuck he wants. He gets my favoritism from them than I do. This means, no clothes shopping from me until or unless I argue with my mother&amp;nbsp;to get me new clothes or anything. Then I have to plead and ask my dad to give me money; which I hate doing so much. I don't like to beg. I don't like to look dependant. I don't like to look like a follower most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shit is so degrading. But anyhoo, I go to the room and see my mother getting Ashley ready, so I ask her what's wrong ,nicely as I could muster because my dad destroy my cheerful mood. So, she looks up at me disgusted and in a slight attitude she tells me briefly what happens. So right then, she makes me feel even more like shit. She starts putting things into my head saying that it was also all my fault for not being there on fridays and then my dad comes in and adds on with my mother saying I should always go straight home and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while they're doing this, my mother finally gets Ashley ready and tells me that I have to go with my dad, knowing the mood he's in, to go help him with the baby. Saying that I had to push the carriage while he carried the rest of the stuff. Then I got mad, so I said &amp;quot;Why should I go?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gets even more pissed off with me and slaps me hard enough to shut me up. I still even have the red mark on my face. and he tells me soon after, while my mother's standing there. Right &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. To shut the fuck up and move the fuck out instead of saying excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my parents are trying to get me out of my rebellious stage, saying that I should admit to my mistakes and apologize. I ADMIT&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;MISTAKES when I&amp;nbsp;SEE&amp;nbsp;THEM and if I EVER apologize to you, that just shows, you're one ofthe many people who I greatly respect because I dont just apologize to &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;. You have to earn the right to gain my trust and gain enough respect for more to ever apologize to you. But anyhoo, they tell me I won't get anywhere but deny it when I tell them that they don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, moving on to the car and getting Ashley in her driver's seat. We have her seated next to me most of the time and there's this new thing for the seatbelt and it's connected to the roof of the car so when I get it ready, I can't for some reason find the buckle. So when I couldn't find it, I&amp;nbsp;have my dad yelling at me saying, I'm a good for nothing slut. That I can't see or know how to do anything right. So he physically shoves me out of the way, pulling me out of the car and pushed me out in the middle of the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's trying to get the thing done and complains over alot of bullshit on how useless I am and that I can't do anything right again. So the fuck what. He gets frustrated and tells I have less then five minutes to get the thing done before he beats me in the garage. So, eventually I find the buckle and I get Ashley latched on. He gets surprised and then says, oh yeah, that's where your mother puts her at and doesn't even apologize to me. So, I'm just even more pissed. Then Ashley starts crying when she sees my dad, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and yells at me even more for putting a bitch attitude before harshly shoving my back into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon afterwards, I'm trying to calm her down and my dad goes to his driver's seat and then bitches about how my mother doesn't fix the seat&amp;nbsp;arrangement because he's fat and my mom is abit skinnier than him. So she adjusts it everytime and always forgets to fix it. He yells at me some more, trying to blame me for it by saying I don't remind her or anything. I ignore him to the very best of my abilities until we drop her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices, I'm not saying much of anything and tries to talk with me, saying that when am I going to learn how to drive, when am I planning to do after school and whatnot. I ignored him by blasting Slipknot and Korn on my iPod. My father was never concerned with my personal life and plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, I'm &lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt; that fucking house after highschool or during college. This house is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then when we get home, my mother sees me down and everything and asks my dad what happens. As always, my dad always and I mean always manages to change the story around and make me look bad. He makes it seem I'm the one that gives him problems with his medication and what not. Which also isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother THEN makes it the issue to turn into a 'loving mother' and tries to hear my side of the story. Me, I don't tell her anything because she always shoots me down and tells me I'm lying and that I'm wrong. While she's asking all of these things, I stay quiet and go take shower. She follows me and acts abit happier and tries to get me to talk, asking me a bunch of questions to get me to talk more but I just shut her out and sometimes I'll give her an answer but only one word answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a last attempt, she tries to get me to talk but I ignore her and shut her out. She then goes to bed and then I go emo for twenty minutes while doing all of my homework. Which makes me free of work today and now I can make some people happy hopefully if I finish my updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the issue of my life, at home it's terribel. Everything gets better when I'm outside or in the computer. Cause i'm with friends or staring into a picture of Kouga or The Rock all day. So stuff like that makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that, I'm starting to lose my sanity.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>You know what sucks.</title>
    <published>2008-11-04T20:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-04T20:59:37Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My head, lmfao!&amp;nbsp;I was sooo emo since the last blog, I needed someone or something&amp;nbsp;to cheer me up so I read like the only functioning Kagura and Bankotsu fanfic on ff.net that existed. It's rare, of course but like there's not enough and I'm working on making more myself because this shit is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weird IY pairing&amp;nbsp;fanfics needs and cravings should be satisfied!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damnit!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People don't like to write anything out of their comfort zone. Seriously, man! I'm the one working here, Sam's even helping me out but it's just the two of doing something and that shit just sucks! I know I'm not the only one who's like to read abit out of the box. But then again, I could be&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, whatever. I think my brain is gonna be fried. Oh, I forgot to mention something ridiculous but good in character for Vee, Kiki and Ashley to know I'm doing fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just came from a stick fight with my brother. He's thirteen I think and yeah, we were fighting like in the Civil War II but without the guns. We had CANES!! Which belonged to mew when I broke both of my ankles twice. he knocked me over my head several of times but I won hitting him in his precious&amp;nbsp;potty area&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;then at his gut :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I pwned over&amp;nbsp;my n00b brother. I won lol, beat that guy from 300. Top that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, now I'm better now for acting stupid lol. But I kinda have to blank out abit because, I have homeworks and house work to do. But knowing me,&amp;nbsp;I don't think I'll so it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for something political because it's needed and then that'll be it for the day lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't voted, VOTE FOR OBAMA FOR YOUR MAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He better win or I'm slapping the first businessman&amp;nbsp;person I see tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I guess it can't be helped.</title>
    <published>2008-11-04T14:25:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-04T14:29:08Z</updated>
    <category term="bitch"/>
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    <lj:music>Clown by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm kinda getting a bit lost with everything and everyone lately. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm annoying the hell out of peoople and then sometimes I just feel lost. Like useless. Half of the time, I can't do anything. In my group of 'friends' at lunch, they won't relly talk to me and if something goes on, I'm the last one to find out but when it's with me, I make sure I tell them most of all. Straight from the horse mouth, not from some scattering bee gossip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They even been avoiding me, why?&amp;nbsp;I never know why. I'm trustworthy, wise, I know how to do alot of things people can't do in general, I even tell people the truth, instead of doing the popular thing now and lie to people. That just really isnt me. I still adore my friends and everything but as of late, I'm just gonna have to keep a close eye on them. And it sucks that I should but yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo onto brighter news before slumping back down and become more emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend&amp;nbsp;of mine updated one of her hella awesome stories, I've been dying to hear from since two years! I mean it was short and all but it got the main point across! She's even gonna add the other chapter&amp;nbsp;later on this week&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for that, I'm happy. I'm even adding more stories, trying to figure out what to do next and etc. IDK, but when I wirte something that came from me and from past experiences, it's like, lotsa fun! I feel and get all giddy when I get responses and even when I post it. It just makes me happy, I can share something in common with the public ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now back for the some depressing bull.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna give a short background about me because&amp;nbsp;I now all of sudden feel that it's necessary to do so. Besides, I really don't care what other people think. Everyone goes through hard times, no one's families perfect :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'll be short and brief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever since I turned eight, the man I who called 'daddy' died because ever since afterwards, that's when, he used to take his anger out on me and still does. He hits me,&amp;nbsp;I get bruises. I do my best to cover them. No one cares really. It just happens because he says, it's his diabetes which it isn't. He just loves to use that as an excuse to get anything he wants. He's acts a over grown kid while having kids. He gives me and brother a hard time ALOT but we cope with it; that of course, destroys our confidence in ourselves alot but now, so far we got that in control and motivate ourselves because our dad or mom won't do it -_____-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for my mother. That woman is the main reason why I have trust issues, an unstable mentaility and such. She expects me to tell her everything and when I ask her how her day was, she just yells at me and curses me, for no reason. So, if anything, that just get me aware of not telling her anything because when I do, she patronizes me, telling me a bunch&amp;nbsp;of bullshit, that I'm wrong for defending myself, wrong for saying this and that, or acting this way whatever. And it gets real... ugh terrible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I don't really have anyone to really talk too and that's why I get abit clingy to people I feel comfortable with. I get the need to have to baby them and follow them around, only because I have no one to help me or talk to me when I need someone to talk too. So yeah, I have alot of issues but I'm trying to work them out like everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way to get by life.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>This sucks!</title>
    <published>2008-11-01T14:18:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-01T14:18:55Z</updated>
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    <category term="halloween"/>
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    <category term="hand hurting"/>
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    <category term="jon davis"/>
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    <lj:music>Blame by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;My mom refused to let me out in public yesterday and said I had to be indoors all weekend due, to someone prank, those 'infamous' gans Bloods and Crips are doing for iniation [sp?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're supposedly suppose to slash 35 oor 33 girls in the face in Halloween and so far thay only got 26. And they won't stop until they get the right amount of girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I&amp;nbsp;can stay this much. My mom however did send me out, to pick up my neice. So all wasn't lost. I went to the village to go pick her up and the Halloween parade is there as always, and the costumes just keep getting weirder and weirder. I some lady of McCain dress up at Sarah Palin and tried to talk with the crowd on voting fo the old bastard but ALLOOOOOTT of people ignored her and insulted her. I just laughed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there's these fat chicks who think they can pull cute outfits. OMG, I saw a fat wonderwoman, bar maid, catwoman, devil, Cleopatra and all of that stuff. Omg, I couldn't stop laughing but I felt soo bad. So yes, I had to rush home with my niece and I think that's the only time, my mother's ever gonna let me out so yeah. I can't download some tunes for my iPod now ;-;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which sucks, but I guess I can get by for now. But this of course, gives me a chance to finsih with some of epic long awaited updates XDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to wait out 'Road to Redemption' till today but later on because I'm stuck in a few parts but I can and will get by ;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korn and Jon Davis rocks my socks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, that is all fer now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Cunt Face</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T23:11:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T23:11:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yo, this girl in my art class who acts like she better than anyone, named Kaitlin; called Mexicans and Spanish people in general 'dirty'. First off, why would you say that in spanish, &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; there's spanish kids in class. How fucken dumb is that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, this is how everything started (because if someone's actually reading this, then I guess I can explain the situation first x3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, in my school there's this drama club and for some reason, all of the kids in the drama club act all of that all because everyone seems to recognize them from somewhere so yeah. The main ones, I'll be talking about alot is Kaitlin and a weird looking boy named Christopher. Kaitlin looks like Dr Zoidberg from Futurama, first of all and Christopher, looks like the weak gay version of Sabertooth from X-men, mixed with Hey Arnold and his cousin Arnie. Oh my god, they're that ugly but act as if they're superior than everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, one day it's me and my sister's boyfriend Darryl walking to our next class together and by the time we come in, we have get our supplies from the back where I sit at. So me and Darryl went to the back got our shit and he went to the front (because for some reason the teacher thinks we create destruction, everytime we're next to eachother.) and I'm in the back. Christopher comes in the back and pulls out his 'impressive' art kit, and everyone else's stuff fall to ground and hit me foot. That shit hurt, but he didn't say anything until I stopped him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm like, &amp;quot;Yo, You hit me.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... I'm sorry&amp;quot; with his gay bitch ass voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry nothing. N* you're gonna pick this shit up. I didn't make this mess.&amp;quot; he ignored me, so imagine tight. So other friend of mine (somewhat) Colby comes by and almost trips on the stuff and he's mad. He looked at me and asked what happened. I told him and he began saying shit out loud, 'that some people can't clean afte themselves and expect lower priviledged class people to do the work.' The kids ignored us, so at breaktime before 5th period started, both of us went to Darryl and told him everything. He got mad and then throughout the whole break we roasted him and Kaitlin tried to butt her two cents in, when it wasn't needed so yeah. Fucking bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he even wrote the 'N' word, as if it was okay for him to say it. He's white and So is Kaitlin. they're European.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darryl's Jamaican. I'm Puerto rican, Cuban and Black. We have more of a right to say that word more than he does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for the Kaitlin Cunt issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, my spanish teacher, Senora Cena, was teaching us about El Dia de Los Muertos, Day of the dead for those who don't know spanish, anyhoo. She's gave us a lesson yesterday and we saw the movie today. So the film just showed us, how the mexicans celebrate and honor their loved ones. Because they're more happier about then we are so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was a scene of a lady making an altar for her father. So, being the poor woman she was, she showed SOOO MUCH compassion and LOVE for her father, she spent a month's earning getting flowers, candy, food, candles, all of these expenisive things for her beloved ones. And even though of course, Down there, they;re houses aren't like ours but we make do with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin didn't understand that concept so well. Stupid Straight A student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, once the movie finished, Senora Cena, asked us what we thought. We gave her positive in views on what we saw until Kaitlin butted in. Like she always does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first in a low whisper, she said, plain and simple &amp;quot;Mexicans are dirty.&amp;quot; Half of the class looked at her in shock. My friend Douglas who was mexican couldn't believe what she said and looked at her, like 'what you said?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My teacher got a little bit nervous, she said, &amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; is an nervous-type way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then she said it again louder, seriously. &amp;quot;Mexicans are dirty.&amp;quot; then she added on, &amp;quot;Mexicans are dirty and should clean their house more before making a film like that.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you kidding me. How can you say that with a straight face, knowing, you're the classes main target now. How can you seriously say that, sitting behind and next to a Mexican. I mean like seriously. T&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:9948</id>
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    <title>Meh...</title>
    <published>2008-10-26T20:40:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-26T20:40:25Z</updated>
    <category term="sam"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="cunts"/>
    <category term="iy fanfic"/>
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    <lj:music>Dead bodies everywehere by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So far, when it comes to updating, I think I'm kinda slow but my mind tends to work faster than me. It's like when I plan something or leave something unfinished, whether it's on the computer in my flashdrive or on paper, no matter where I leave off, I think about it over in my sleep then when I wake up; I skip the whole sequence that lead up to the next big thing &amp;nbsp;-___-;;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why say that?&amp;nbsp;Well because I'm updating and I'm going through an issue. That's worth a blog entry right? Anyhoo, not much to say really. Except that I'm really hungry but there's nothing for me to eat because I live in a poverished home in a poor neighborhood. Oh wells. I always manage somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's much of it for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:9548</id>
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    <title>Hooray fer update!</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T15:01:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T15:08:01Z</updated>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="ff.net"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="inugrrrl"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="unfair bullshit"/>
    <category term="parents"/>
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    <lj:music>Baby by LL Cool J</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL, oh shit. It's been like months since I posted something on here. I've ignored my blogging worries for some reason, could be because I'm lazy but that's all right. I'm writing now, so that's all good! First off, I'm back in school in my third year, Junior year! 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dude, I can already feel myself moving along with life but abit to fast o.o Guess I gotta get a better grip in life. Oh well. I'll catch on eventually. I want to go to college, graduate and get a place of my own. I can't stand being in my house. It's like waaaay too hectic and over-bearing. I'm already starting to lose my insanity, within each passing day. My parents treat me like shit most of the time. They'll accuse me of doing the most stupidest shit and think I lie all of the time. Which I do lie but that's only when I dont want them to know&amp;nbsp;I went off to China town or in little Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel as if they don't trust me and for some reason, I feel as if I'm the least favorite in the house hold. I mean, I'll ask for something and they wont give it to me, unless I argue or steal the money from them. Unhealthy habit, so the fuck what. But when Angel asks for something like example a new Xbox 360 game or Xbox Live or even a name ring, they get it for him while I have to wait for like years to get a ring. So I have a reason why I do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They finally get me a ring&amp;nbsp;six years later, when I asked for one when I was ten. And now, I NEED a new laptop because my father's cheap and won't buy me one. So, he'll get it from his bosses daughter and give it to me. Even the laptop I had was full of shit but I made the most of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put a Kouga and Bankotsu wallpaper, InuGrrrl made for me and I wirte my stories in it. No internet or anything but you know, I made the best of it. Now that broke piece of shit won't work and my parents keep feeding me bullshit, they'll get me a new on my 14th birthday. I'm fucking sixteen now, so I still don't have it, proving that they prefer to get whatever&amp;nbsp;my brother wants than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm getting a job again and save my money for the laptop instead of wasting it on clothes lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like yeah. And school, I know I did terrible&amp;nbsp;this first marking period but the teachers usually give everyone a passing grade due to several class adjustments. My 'friends' from freshman year, Shakeema and Stephanie are for some reason, ignoring me. For what reason, I don't know. I don't see Courtney that much but only in the morning for like breakfast, which lasts for 40 minutes, I don't see Darryl as much as I would've liked but I do see my sister quite often and so far, her and Darryl are the only ones who offer me their time. So yeah. I'm happy about my sister and I love her to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even my little sister is in my school. She's a freshman however but she's also been there for me, when I needed a 'friend' to talk to in my lunch period. Besides, she follows me everywhere so I feel useful LMFAO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now moving to internet business and things on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, No one's really talking to me on dA and I'm like wtf? InuGrrrl an &amp;quot;old&amp;quot; lady who has a job so she's busy, her I understand lol, Lynzey and Edmari are busy with school, so what the fuck happened to everyone else? I'm not even gonna try to talk with them anymore. It's getting real tiring. I tried numerous amount of time but all of a sudden they don't have time for me either so like you know. I have school too. I busy during the weeks but&amp;nbsp;I make sure I vist dA everyday if I can. So like yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the fuck ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! But there are some good things I can say however :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on ff.net, I wrote like seven stories so far, and I gots lots of review, not that much but I'm grateful for them anyway! Even lots of faves and emails about what people think! Except for some dumbass bitch who had to leave some ignorant comment on my 'Invaded Privacy' but that's okay. I deleted it and left it alone. Not gonna have that fuck up my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I had to delete one of my poorly written Sessh/KIky fic because I got frustrated with it, and some girl kept pressuring for me to write, yet, she didn't write or update shit either. ATLEAST, I'm trying! Her. She's all over her gay facebook. She's not even planning what to do next in her shit, so how the fuck does that make you look like?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. I have updating fic duties to deal with and gift fic that should be on it's way so yeah... gots to go ;d&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Mrrrrrrrie!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:9438</id>
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    <title>Oh baby baby baby...</title>
    <published>2008-07-12T01:54:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-12T01:54:43Z</updated>
    <category term="boyz ii men"/>
    <category term="kagura"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="video"/>
    <category term="oneshot"/>
    <category term="bankotsu"/>
    <category term="bewilderedloca"/>
    <lj:music>Can't let her Go by Boyz II Men</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple of nights,&amp;nbsp; since I last updated, I've been penning a BankotsuxKagura oneshot. Yup, dat's right a Bankotsu and Kagura one shot. A Drama and Romantic one shot mind you ;p&amp;nbsp; LOL, I think I have it all down, and I'm using one of my&amp;nbsp;all time favorite boy band, Boyz II Men in it as well xD *squees like a fangirl* OMG, I still love those guys and all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm even happier, knowing I'm using "Can't Let Her Go" in the fic as well; I posted the video (hoped it came out well too) Eeeee, I can't wait until it's done and when I post&amp;nbsp;on here 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be called, "The Mercenary who knew Love" and obviously by the title, you can tell it's gonna be dramatic and romantic and all lol. Sounds as if, someone's heart is going to break as well. I might even ruin it before I post it on here, lmfao&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it takes place, like right after Naraku's demise. And being the comic already ended, I dont really see the need to re-write my version and all. Because it's all ready been done &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; And as for another thing, I;'m getting sick and tired of my favorite characters dying... so in my orginal version, They were ressurected, 'supposedly' supposed to help stupid InuYasha and them defeat Naraku. So, like planned in my version, everyone splitted up into certain groups;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha with his stupid little gang, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru with his, &lt;br /&gt;Kouga with Ginta and Hakkaku and I even added Ayame along!&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I figured let the 'dead' but ressurected people have their own little gang, which consisted of Banks, Jakotsu, Kagura and Kikyou. The other dead people, to me, atleast weren't that important &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they had their little gang there, eventually, Kagura and Bankotsu develop some&amp;nbsp;form of feelings towards eachother, so when they eventually talk in my thing, they're on some good close terms And of course, Jakotsu has some opposing issues towards Kagura, but yah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it comes along well, and I really hope I get some other's people's insights &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I might attract negative attention somehow but I believe in this pairing alot and I'm really and totally smitten with these two guys; as well as SesshoumaruxKikyou and KougaxAyame. I'm for this guys %100 and if no one likes them, then too bad. Besides, I'm sure there's &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people out there who like the same pairings, as I do and who enjoy the same things I enjoy. So whoever and where ever they are, they will be&amp;nbsp;my audience and I will enjoy them and make them happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^--^ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for this entry. I'm tired so Nighties~!!!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>43 blocks passed with no funnel cake.</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T00:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T00:41:42Z</updated>
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    <category term="mexicans"/>
    <category term="ass"/>
    <category term="mom"/>
    <category term="mcdonalds"/>
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    <category term="italian"/>
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    <lj:music>NO FUCKING THING</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This sucks &amp;gt;[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fuckin begged my mom and my dad to take me to the itailian fetival for the past week and they haven't taken until today, when she finally agreed to take me and brother and sister, IT'S GONE!!! Gone. Finished. Voila. GONE, NEVER COMING BACK. EXTINCT. DISSAPEARED GONE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;[ I'm so fucking pissed because I wanted to play some fuckin games and eat some goddamned funnel cake! Even the fuckin mexican festival fucking fundraiser shit left &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; But what the fuck ever. I got me a two big macs and I saved one for later. And my fuckin fat lazy shit dad better not go near 'em!! His fucking ass goes a snack-tirade during the middle of the night and eats all of the food, my and younger bros and sis could have for lunch or breakfast. But like you know whatever. This shit aint my fuckin week ANYMORE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU JULY 06-08!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU FESTIVAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad fuckin tight &amp;gt;[</content>
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    <title>100 truths</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T14:15:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T14:15:18Z</updated>
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    <category term="contest"/>
    <category term="iy fanfic"/>
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    <lj:music>MAURY!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey guys, it's me again lol. Sorry for being a bitch again &amp;nbsp;andl eaving you guys out :/ Ah well. Not as if anyone besides my school friends who reads this shit anyhow. The group of friends of mine are slowly fading away and as for now, I'm not going to chase after them until I'm sure I'm stable enough to stay on dA. But like, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed last night, when I found out that I didn't even get third place in a stupid contest, my friend nominated me for. So like whatever. The judges were crooked and busted anyway. Most of the people who won, they knew and conversated with. And being I didn't somehow converse with them, I lost or that's how I think I lost. Because, I knew my shit was better than what won in the&amp;nbsp;second and third place. My drawing was better than that, but I guess the fuckin Little Mermaid scene doesn't cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH TOO FUCKING WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niggas WILL&amp;nbsp;get theirs eventually. Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I updated my version of IY&amp;nbsp;Battle of the Band thing and yea :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no comments on my dA or anything but I hope people like it. I really hope they like it, because I want to make it big and all dat stuff lol. Wanna make something of myself ad hopefully it'll land me a job somehwere out of NY and as of now, I think I need a vacation lol. I had babysitted the last entire week, watching my nieces; Raquel, Olivia and Leanna&amp;nbsp;and my nephews; Jason and Joshua jr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as of a pain in the arse they are, I love them regardlessly and they better take care of ME when I get old an wrinkly! Shit, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, when I look like a raisin Now for the 100 truths survey;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;001.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mariela&amp;nbsp;Carmen o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;002.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rie, Marie and Dee dee dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;003.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;004.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;005.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male or female?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;006.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelo Del Toro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;007.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Park East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;008.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;009.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;010.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black/brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;011.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;012.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;013.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asthma?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;014.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health freak?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;015.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5'11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;016.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;017.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;018.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have piercings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;019.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;020.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;021.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual orientation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSSEXUAL!&lt;br /&gt;lawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;022.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School clique?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chill with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;h3&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;023.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;024.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;025.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;027.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;028.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First concert?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;029.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;030.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;031.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damian lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;032.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First broken heart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSH none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;033.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stitches?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;034.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First broken bone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- LEG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;035.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grade teacher?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;036.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;037.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First cell phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Right Now:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;038.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im eating?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;039.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im drinking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;040.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;041.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im workin on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This and my other stories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;042.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;043.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajammmies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;044.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im worried about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;045.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im loving?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouga :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;046.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im missing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;047.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im antisipating?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;First thing that comes to mind:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;048.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;049.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;050.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;051.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;052.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCPENNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;053.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;054.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;055.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Quizpox.com&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is quizpox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;056.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vTXlzcGFjZS5jb20="&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Myspace. com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHORE-U-CENTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;057.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debt?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;058.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;WIGGAS GONE WILD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;059.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABIES IN LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;060.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;777?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY ASS BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE DESIRED SEX?:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;061.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;062.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;063.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;064.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;065.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach or arms?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;066.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive or loud?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;067.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook-up or relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;068.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older or younger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;069.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richer or Poorer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;070.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart or witty?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;071.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy or outgoing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;072.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High maintenance or plain?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High maitenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;073.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or contacts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;074.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus or Gemini?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;075.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of friends or no friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont matter I guess o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;076.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;077.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your glasses or contacts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;078.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your cell phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;079.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken any bones?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;080.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someones heart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;081.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;082.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a hooker?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;083.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a funeral?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;084.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Las Vegas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;085.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought off Ebay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. They rip you off there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;086.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;087.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked your nose and ate it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;088.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;089.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;090.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;091.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;092.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;093.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He molested me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;094.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;095.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing on the first date?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;096.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels are dinosaurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;097.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want to be with right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;098.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Superman really better than Batman?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;099. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you dated more than 1 person at the same time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea&amp;nbsp;and you already asked me that question already o_O</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bewilderedloca:8497</id>
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    <title>bewilderedloca @ 2008-06-24T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T17:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T17:36:28Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="regents"/>
    <category term="bewilderedloca"/>
    <lj:music>Too Legit to quit by MC hammer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I finally finished all my exams and got a 70 on my math regents. SURPRISINGLY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaannnd, Alot people like my story :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's makes me even more happier :DDD Alright. Il''be back lol. Thrusday my last day of school but today, I officially i ended all my studying so now I can focused on Lynzeys art trade and get onto my stories &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; lmao! Not much of an update today &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>bewilderedloca @ 2008-06-21T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-21T14:34:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T14:36:34Z</updated>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="ladybugs"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="inugrrrl"/>
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    <lj:music>My mind is playing tricks on me by Getto Boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I gotta get ready for work so I can;t stay here for too long. First, thing, I finished my math and global regents. I think I did. I hope I did good o.o because that'll just suck when I have to take them again nextyear which will be more stressful for me to so yeah. And tuesday my scince SO I really hope I pass &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, I'm jumping Jocelyn with my cousin, Christina lol. Third, I had to give my ladybugs away; both Kiki and Christine ;-; I was abit sad when I had to let them go, but the little cage I had them in with two leaves, it smelled sooo much like carbon dioxide and they hardly ate it so, I knew I had to give them up ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they rememeber me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth lol, one of my friends, InuGrrrl had written this story based on the battle of the bands and as of lately, I guess after I saw Claudio Sanchez, the lead singer of Coheed&amp;Cambria, I thought about rockbands and what not and then I was like whoa I could write about something like that! So, Why the fuck not?! LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I got most of it down, the only thing is I'm using her story as a reference for when it talks about the rules and orders, schedules and all those thingers that have something to do with Battle of the Bands, because I looked it up at the original website, and it wasn't that much of a help so yeah &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strangely enough, When I actually read through her stuff, lol. It looked similar to my writing style, with some exceptions but yea ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she likes it because I'm making her, be the first person to read it, then Imma go ask my sister cause, she's always going to concerts ever since she was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I hope that good enough and I also hope she won't get mad at me, LOL. I mean the only thing I guess she would have a problem with or a concern with is when, I made InuYasha call Kouga 'Jamaica' once in the beginning and twice at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing for sure, in my story, Kouga's Jamaican and Puerto Rican and Imma spread the fuckin spread those set of words around too. LMFAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, I'm done.</content>
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    <title>bewilderedloca @ 2008-06-15T01:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-15T06:10:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T06:10:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">See, now I left the house abd I left her an email and she didn't say anything back -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some typ of 'friend' she is but ah well. And another thing before I put on a survey, It's turns out I have two female lady bugs instead of a girl and a boy T_T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted and was hoping for babies. But I guess not anymore! -__-;; Anyway, It's jsut Kiki and Christine are all I have left with me in this house T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=--=-&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a bathroom? When and Where?&lt;br /&gt;Well arent you nosy... but getting back to the subject, no I haven't. That's just nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would make out in a room where people take a shit in or beat themselves off in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;KIKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you kissed somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Depends where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were so drunk you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO, A few weeks ago!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Study, study, study, write, shit, eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone swimming in a lake or river?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a horse?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;The fact this bitch doesnt reply back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What radio station(s) do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;NONE HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;I love rats, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your mother's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Its on a wednesday :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this year the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you flirt a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on with whom lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live with someone without marrying them?&lt;br /&gt;if it was a girl? &lt;br /&gt;Yerrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?&lt;br /&gt;No... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Yessir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest relationship?&lt;br /&gt;8-9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;No -__-&lt;br /&gt;He's a butt cheek about certain issues like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happier single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Both in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a boy cheat on his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No. He does that all on his own. I have NOTHING to do with that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your ex's?&lt;br /&gt;Only with two out of the four of them... well one died but he had that one coming though o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next vacation you'll go on?&lt;br /&gt;to FUCKIN PUERTO RICO then to Nana and then Kiki's summer house, in Philidelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the coolest girlfriend ever :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people talk about you a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah lol. but I don't let it get to me as much lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever dated Someone Older Than You?&lt;br /&gt;no durrrr. Dating someone young is like following after Michael Jackson. No my dude o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont go for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No. That's slutty thinking there lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is heartbreak really as bad as it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;No durrrr, dumbass. The heart is the main organ in your body and if that shit 'supposedly' went into shock, wouldnt you think that would hurt?</content>
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    <title>Oh boy. Look at 'dem regents</title>
    <published>2008-06-14T14:02:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T14:02:53Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Confrontation by OTEP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got the Living Enviroment, Global and Math A Regents. Just as much as expected &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I know, I might not do so well with the math, I'll fail the living enviroment annnnnd the global I might have a chance in when the DBQ essay and thematic essay come in... so yea. I'm gonna hafta study hard this weekend and on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz, My global regents is on wednesday, the 18th at 12:45 p.m in room 603. Then the next after that is my math which will also be in the SIXTH FLOOR. Then maybe a week later is my living enviroment at 8:45 in the FUCKIN MORNING -___-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Imma waste half of my whole fuckin day this coming up wednesday and thrusday. Just sooo fucking great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that, My ladybugs hatched from their little cocoons!!! ^-^ The first one that came out is Kiki (insider) and the lazy one in the back is Christopher :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I feel so happy now despite my bad day yesterday. I was supposedly suppose to fight a 'friend' of mine but before I can go up to her with her fake ass, she dashed off with a group of her other fake and fucking weird friends and left -__-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think she knew it too ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah well, fuck her. And she didn't even have the balls to get on aim yesterday and currently now speaking because she knows I would've set it straight with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, if you have two friends and you know you see one of them for 10 minutes and the other you see every other fucking day, which one would you rather hang out with more? The one you desperatedly wanna hang out with more every other fuckin day OR would you rather hang out with the one you hardly see every other day -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND on top of that, would you rather hang out more with someone you just met and tell all your secrets too, while you lie straight to face, to the one who HAD YOUR BACK THROUGHOUT ALL THE YEARS THEY KNEW YOU and STILL WORRIED ABOUT YOU WHEN SOMETHING WENT WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, my "friend" chose somewhat, who SHE THOUGHT, cared about her more and knew more about her over the one who really gave two shits about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying during 5th, 6th and 9th period, when I thought more and more about the things she did to me. I was crying more out of anger then in despair :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I dont know. If your my friend and you need support, loyalty trust and what not, Im one of the best people to go to. I mean, I probably went through most of the shit you went through already and I can give you advice either way if I wasor wasn't in. And usually, I have the best advice according to the other people who come to me about their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, people call me mommy and sishter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her, I don't really know anymore and it that's the way she wants to be then, as already some people know, then I guess it's time for me to be the bitch, ONCE I see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't start the gossip and rumors but I'm definately sure surrounded by it so I'll be sure to let some stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care if it comes around back to me as of now. If you fuck with me, I'm telling you guys this and now, I'll be your worst fucking nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't even want to show your face anywhere once I get ahold of your ass. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the little bitch is lucky, that I"M THE ONE THAT"S GONNA FIGHT HER. Because, if anything, all I have to do is call my brothers/cousins/godbrothers/ex and my nephews and they'll be there in a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they only fight guys... but the least they can do is curse her out and make her cry OR I could just call my ex's sister Stephanie, my sister, Jessica or my cousin Kiki and then they'll fight her but not before making her cry :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm such an evil malicious child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not even that. Another friend of mine didnt talk to and gave me an attitude, for what reason, I dont know. but I'll sort it out with her once I see her again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.</content>
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