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  <title>"hey somebody doncha wanna hear...... the story of my life?"</title>
  <subtitle>superdan</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-07-17T18:12:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:20771</id>
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    <title>i left my sweater in san francisco</title>
    <published>2005-07-17T18:12:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-17T18:12:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yes, i did leave my sweater in san fran. well, i had a blast yesturday in san fran. got to re-live last summer for a short while. i was so pissed. i got to my old dorm and walked up the stairs, knocked on the door and no one answered. i guess they moved to a different building or something. i didn't get to see bobbie and that was a bummer. i was really looking forward to catching up with that guy. and i didnt bring my phone so i wasn't able to call him. i did hit up all the vintage thrift stores. i love em.&lt;br /&gt;anyway......i went onto my myspace and found a message in my box from this guy named brett. as it turns out, he went to elementary school with me and moved after the 6th grade to this place called cool and somehow he found me. i was so excited. &lt;br /&gt;well, i think i know what  i want to do with myself after high school. i am thinkin i want to go to the art institute of chicago. they are sending my catalogs and i have heard some very cool and very promising things about the school. im still not 100% sure thats where i want to go but its deffinatlty an opption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:20628</id>
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    <title>wow, it's strange to be back</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T21:58:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T21:58:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, i thought i would right something considering i sort of abandoned livejournal and have not written since february. um.......what to say? i am a senior and am excited to the max about that.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to san fran on saturday. it'll be the first time i've been there since last summer for the art university. i thought it would be nice to go visit bobbie at the university and spend the day in san fran with my friend haylee. its gunna be pretty7 bomb and i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;i dyed my hair blonde a while back and tomorrow i'm gunna get it cut and then haylee and i are gunna dye it black. i guess i have the one and only K2 (k squared) to thank for getting me addicted to hair dye. since last summer, i have dyed my hair i think 5 times. it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;i am back into acting for good now and have been working my ass of to find an agent. i am writing too, so thats pretty exciting. i go to take my headshots soon and i can't wait for that cause the last ones turned out so well.&lt;br /&gt;well, i am not sure what else to write so i guess im done.&lt;br /&gt;peace dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:20435</id>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2005-02-01T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T05:34:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T05:34:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i know my mom means well and i know that she wants the best for me, but sometimes the best for me to her is not the best for me.......for me. if that makes sense. my mom always talks about how i am going to go to college and major in marketing and be a starving artist type and all this stuff that she wants and i dont really want that. she tells everyone that she knows the future that she wants for me and makes it sound as though i told her that i want it. yea, i want my art and yea i will always do arts but i dont want to be some picasso or van gough. i dont want to pait or draw my whole life and not make a penny. i want to know that my family after i die will be supported by the money that i make. i have no clue exactly what i want to settle down and do. i have a huge list of everything that i want to do but i know that most likly i cannot do more than half of those things. i want to and i think that if i try, i can but i will most likly end up........not.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to college and i will probably major in mrketing but i dont want to be what she wants me to be. this sounds dumb and stuff but i want to act. i want to be in movies. i dont want to do it just for the money and the fame and all that CRAP. yea, it would be nice but that is not why i want to act. i want to be in something that people will see and say, "hey, that guy is good" or, this is a great movie" or something and..........i dont want to be popular and i dont want to be famous..........i really just want to be known. i want someone to see my name and be like, "isn't that that one guy in that one movie? that was a good movie." i dont want to be that kind of person who leaves and never comes back or forgets everyone that they know. i want a life with my friends and family but with the side job of being in a great film. right now i am living in the moment and trying not to worry about what's to come. the only reason why i am freakin out about it now is because my mom is telling everyone what i will be doing. I DONT WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WILL BE DOING. i want to know what i want to do but i dont want to know what i will be doing. life is random and the only thing you can do is live it and love it, and if things dont work out.....keep trying or move on to the next random event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all sounds stupid and probably cheesy but i had to get it off of my chest.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:20186</id>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2005-01-16T11:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-16T19:42:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T19:42:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">for m,y final; lin art i had to re-create a famous painting and i did "the scream". that is the one that was stolen from norway over the summer. i really like how it turned out. maybe i will post it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:19820</id>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2005-01-07T15:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T23:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T23:19:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am pretty sure that i made my history teacher (mr. stone) cry. he was handing back our reports and mine was a diary of a hungarian immigrant. he had to pull me aside and then got really close to me.........uncomfortably close, and told me about how realistic it sounded and how much he loved it. it  made me feel good and at the same time very creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:19617</id>
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    <title>depressed much.</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T06:25:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T06:25:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, lately i have been really depressed. i dont show it and i dont tell anyone that i am. i guess i am good at hiding it cause no one has suspected and that is how i want it. i want everyone to be happy and they can not be happy around me if i am all depressed. well, i like this girl and i dont know what to do. i actually like a few girls and they are all really good friends and i know that most likely nothing will happen. but i do not know what to do. i havent had a girlfreind since 8th grade. pathetic. well, i am sure i will get over it...............i always do. &lt;br /&gt;i have a history project due on thursday and it is going to be great. i love it. it iis journal entries of a hungarian immigrant and eveyone that has read it has thought that it was real. i felt good after that. i want to write childrens books and be an actor. my freind bobbie might put me in one of his movies. after break i am going to stay with him for a weekend. i think i will bring haylee with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:19338</id>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2004-12-12T21:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T05:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T05:34:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yay, yay.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to bobbie this morning and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;i havn't talked to him n a long time. we had been playing phone tag for a while there and finallt we got to talk. he said that he was finishing his japanese movie and that he would give it to me. i cant wait. i am gunna visit his around the 14th of january for a while. maybe i'll take haylee with me. she would have fun. &lt;br /&gt;well, i am off to vegas for another christmas and i am really excited. that place is such trash but i love to walk around. and on christmas eve morning it snowed a little and i never got to play in it and i was bummed cause i have never been to the snow. speaking of snow, i love to go to nugget on tuesdays for lunch cause they empty their ice outside and i go stand in it. i love it. i can entertain myself very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyt.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:19171</id>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2004-12-07T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T01:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T01:00:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>notwist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hat this time of the year. not because of the weather or because i do not like christmas but because inn about a week everyone is going to be running around giving each other gifts and i hate it. i hate the situation that i am put into every year. i want to get a gift to someone and it is the perfect thing but then you realize that the person you are giving the gift to is close friends with a friend of yours and you do not want that other friend to feel bad because you got the other person a gift and not this other person. i don't know, it is confusing and i hate it but i will deal with it. this is why i do not give many gifts. &lt;br /&gt;people suck and if they can not deal with not getting a gift then they do not deserve one.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:18787</id>
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    <title>AAAAAAAALLLL BYYYY MYYYY SEEE-EE-EEELF</title>
    <published>2004-12-05T03:08:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-05T03:08:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am home alone and lovin it. i was pissed at first cause my parents forgot to include me in the activities tonight. my little brother and my older brother and his girlfriend are at a dinner. my mom and dad are at a christmas party and i got to work all day for my crazy grandma and then sit here eating chicken strips and coke. &lt;br /&gt;oh well!&lt;br /&gt;i am stoked! i found out that cake has a new cd out and i am getting it first thing tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out</content>
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    <title>good times</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T05:39:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T05:39:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dared some girl in my art class to drink the left over watercolor water and she did. it reminded me of karly and how we would dare each other to eat something and no matter what we would do it. we ate some nasty shit.&lt;br /&gt;i did get in trouble for having her drink the water but it was all worth it. i honestly think that i dribbled pee in my pants. i had to fight so hard to hold back the pee and i am prety sure that i did but i would not be surprised if sprayed urin in my pants.</content>
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    <title>riddle me that.</title>
    <published>2004-11-26T05:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-26T05:13:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, since no one seemed to understand the riddle, i guess that i will have to tell you what it is. it is four members of an orchestra hired to play at a dance.&lt;br /&gt;i am such a loser. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:17951</id>
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    <title>deep thoughts</title>
    <published>2004-11-25T05:56:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-25T05:56:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my mom is sort of wasted right now and she is talking about how she is the " cranberry ambassador" that is a direct quote.&lt;br /&gt; i love drunk mama...........sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:17763</id>
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    <title>riddle me this.....</title>
    <published>2004-11-24T19:54:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-24T19:54:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lynyrd skynyrd (free bird)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i can not get enough of riddles. i was really bored yesturday and i found a riddles website. CAN YOU BELIVE THAT? a whole website dedicated to those wonderful play-on words that i love so much. anyway.... now i have about fifty pages of riddle print-outs. here is one that i like and i actually got it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"four jolly men sat down to play,&lt;br /&gt;and played all night till break of day. &lt;br /&gt;they played for cash and not for fun, &lt;br /&gt;with a separate score for every one.&lt;br /&gt;when it came time to square accounts,&lt;br /&gt;they all had made quite fair amounts.&lt;br /&gt;now, not one has lost and all have gained-&lt;br /&gt;tell me now, this can you explain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. i want a whole huge book with riddles and riddles and more riddles but i dont know where to get one. this may sound stupid but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:17611</id>
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    <title>"there's a yellow rose in taxas that sparkles like the sun"</title>
    <published>2004-11-19T03:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-19T03:13:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was supposed to go to texas with karla to go see katy but my dad refuses to talk to me about it and he wont talk to my mom about it either. i found a cheep flight and took care of everything. i dont know what the big deal is. i would only be gone for four days. i really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:17320</id>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2004-11-14T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T04:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T04:52:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have not written in my live journal for years. things are so confusing and jumbled up so much that i have so much time to do everything but not enough time to do anything, if that makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;my grandma is in the hospital, i have a shitload of homework ALL THE TIME, i have two d's and i can't drive unless i raise them, i have to write to my irish pen pal that i haven't written too in over four months, i have to call certain people, i am waiting for calls from certain people, my mom refuses to tell me if i am going with her to texas or not (and i really want to see katy), and now my mom is confused on if she wants to take me to great britain or not, i need to make an appointment for my bunny at the vet, junior prom is in a few weeks and i am not going but everyone who is is freaking out about it and i want to shoot them all, and to top it all off....most all of my so called friends suck ass. &lt;br /&gt;i am getting that feeling again where i just want to graduate from high school, move to australia for school and just start over. i only want to keep in touch with a few people. those who i have never had a problem with and just forget everyone else until my reunions. i know it sounds horrible but that is how i feel right now and i will end up getting over it so if you don't like how i feel; shut the fuck up and go back to your stupid lives cause later ill feel different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how this live journal thing can really get shit off your chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:16958</id>
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    <title>newly permitted</title>
    <published>2004-10-30T20:19:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-30T20:19:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dan got his permit after only a month of getting screwed over by the dmv. that place is the worst government run agency..........ever. i only missed four questions. yea, yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out</content>
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    <title>fetalfawn @ 2004-10-28T18:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T01:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-29T01:49:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i know that sometimes i get really pissed off at my mom but i still love her. she came home today crying and it got me really upset. i guess all of the superintendents at her schools do not like her and some jerk off told her this and was smiling the whole time and he told her this in front off her new boss. i wanted to shoot him. she says that she was fighting back the tears. yeah she is a bitch sometimes and she knows it but she is still a very lovable person and everyone else tends to love her. a lot of my friends do. i am so angry with this jerk off bastard. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT.</content>
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    <title>HAIR CUTS SUCK</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T23:12:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T23:12:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am so fucking pissed right now. i went to go get my hair cut and the new lady cut my hair and now it looks like i have a bowl cut. some how she indented the sides. i should have done it myself. i can not belive it. it looks awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <title>......i can't</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T20:53:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T20:53:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, i did not make the team for mock trial and i am really bummed about that. i keep thinking of how stupid i must have sounded. that was the first time that i have tried out for something since 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:15913</id>
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    <title>i think i can, i think i can.</title>
    <published>2004-10-21T00:12:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-21T00:12:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wo, i thought i was really cool about things but then i took a nap and when i woke up i got really nervous about my auditions tomorrow. oh well. things will calm down soon, i hope. i have a shit load oh homework and i got an extension on my history crap because i brown nosed the teacher and made him laugh. after asking me why i did not turn in my homework i responded with, "i don't know, i kinda just forgot. i'm a bad person." hahahahahahahaha. it got me an extention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out</content>
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    <title>i swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth....unless i lie.</title>
    <published>2004-10-15T00:43:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-15T00:43:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, i have decided to get back into acting and have signed up for the mock trail team at my school. i have tryouts next thursday and am trying out for the star prosecution witness: Mo Lancaster. i am excited beyond excitment and can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;i really like how the weather report said that it was going to be warm and overwhelming with sunshine but instead it was cold and ash infested. i kind of really like it though. i feel like i live in a small town with a volcano. i do not like how i have to inhale ash. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;oh......if Jessika is reading this, i would really like it if you could send me some photos of the hurricanes. i think they are cool. my address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Dan Padilla&lt;br /&gt;                                             2211 Bearden st.&lt;br /&gt;                                             Davis Ca, 95616&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;i am in such a wierd mood today. it is overly exciting and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:15486</id>
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    <title>contradictory (i think that is spelled right)</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T04:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T04:18:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the ringing in my ears.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"One bright morning in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt; Two dead boys got up to fight.&lt;br /&gt; Back to back they faced each other,&lt;br /&gt; Drew their swords and shot each other.&lt;br /&gt; A deaf policeman heard the noise,&lt;br /&gt; And came and killed those two dead boys.&lt;br /&gt; If you don't belive that my story is true,&lt;br /&gt; Ask the blind man, he saw it too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:15194</id>
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    <title>sick and tired.........literally</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T14:57:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T14:57:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, i went to my third class of drivers ed yesturday and was looking forward to todays last class. but nooooooooooooooo, of course my little runny nose had to blow up into a full on cold and now i have to call in sick and wait AGAIN for another class. all i have to do is 4 more chapters which will take like a half an hour and then i am done.&lt;br /&gt;sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fetalfawn:14878</id>
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    <title>a great wall fall.</title>
    <published>2004-09-28T03:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-28T03:21:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i went to lunch with some friends and as we were driving one of them decided she would yell out the window and scare bikers. these two asian people were riding along and sara yelled out to them really loud and the asian guy fell off of his bike and landed on his face. it was the funniest thing that i have seen in a while. the man looked so confused and i dont think he spoke english very well. i thought that he was goign to cry. the look of confusion on his face was enough to make one soil ones self. the whole car was an uproar of laughter.</content>
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    <title>you say inglish......i say anglesh!</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T03:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T03:37:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>franz ferdinand-----take me out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just realized that i have a poem due for my english class about the book that we are just finished called "black boy." i really like the book. i havent even started it and i also have to turn in my study guides that were due on friday but i forgot. and i have an essay that is due on wednesday about thee book even though we already wrote one about it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt; i like english. i dont have the class on tuesday because it is a sleep in day and they are having another assembly about home comming so they have to get rid of second period. YAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT.</content>
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