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  <title>Me?... Boy Crazy?...You've Got to Be Kidding</title>
  <subtitle>Life of A Teenage Boy Crazy Girl</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Lauren G.</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-27T06:32:04Z</updated>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2008-06-27T01:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-27T06:32:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-27T06:32:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">'i would have died for love,&lt;br /&gt;but for life, i was born.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- langston hughes</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mtsgirl2006:89121</id>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-12-25T02:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T08:08:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T08:08:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thank&amp;nbsp;you, I love the 90s for&amp;nbsp;introducing me to Radiohead's "Creep." That's some good stuff. I wish&amp;nbsp;I could play something...like a bass. I think I could rock it out...or whatever. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-thank you&amp;nbsp;for sucky Christmas songs that sing about&amp;nbsp;how Christmas&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be complete without&amp;nbsp;you...blah&amp;nbsp;blah...How many years have I sung&amp;nbsp;a song about wanting you for Christmas? It&amp;nbsp;doesn't work so stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Guess who I saw tonight at Christ United Methodist Church tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Ross&amp;nbsp;Lockwood!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...yeah. It's a&amp;nbsp;good thing. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;great times. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, his sister just got proposed to last&amp;nbsp;Sunday so that was kinda&amp;nbsp;cool to know.&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;it was cooler&amp;nbsp;seeing him...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me waste&amp;nbsp;a minute of your life.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Flip-flopper.</title>
    <published>2007-11-05T11:33:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-05T11:33:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Call me John Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And he wants me, too.</content>
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    <title>This feeling...</title>
    <published>2007-10-14T18:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-14T18:07:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;is&amp;nbsp;totally amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;so scared. But&amp;nbsp;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that fact that he wants to be there&amp;nbsp;that I appreciate. I like. And the&amp;nbsp;feeling that he's gonna be there when I text him. Or when I want him to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary part is the part where we are just more&amp;nbsp;than friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The times when we flirt.&lt;br /&gt;The times when it's just us and we are just talking.&lt;br /&gt;And he's just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to stop getting my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to stop making my heart flutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;: )&amp;nbsp; : )&amp;nbsp; : )&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mtsgirl2006:82930</id>
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    <title>embarrassing situations with wonderful people.</title>
    <published>2007-08-29T09:07:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-29T09:07:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;last week was just BAD! let's just start at Colton's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Colton's with my friends Kemper, Jennifer, Jamie and Heather. (Heather works there, but she was off and decided to eat with us.) Well, we're all chillin. And then I see him...a tall bus-boy with shoulder length hair. You all know me. You all know how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just decided to stalk him with my eyes and not say anything. Well, Jennifer dared me to tell him I thought he was cute. I so wasn't going to do it....I wasn't....but he just HAD to come to a table close to us and clean it. Well, Jamie decided to call him over. She asked what his name was. It was Matt. And then, smart me hid and the idiot loser Lauren came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Matt, I just want you to know that I think you are absolutely beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;Matt: "Um.....well....thanks..." *long, long pause.*...."you are gorgeous, too..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Matt: "....But I have a girlfriend..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started walking away after he said that. And I don't know what the look was, but according to Kemper, I gave him a terrible, horrible death stare that could have burn a hole through his back. And I just had to have the last word in the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well. It happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I said "It happens" like he just happened to get a cold or something. My friends had and are still having a field day with that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that night wasn't done yet. We need to go to Wal-Mart after we ate for school supplies and crap.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get some personal girls things...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the store for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;We are walking to the&amp;nbsp;cash register and I'm walking next to Kemper. I get up next to the basket which Jen is pushing and some random black guy walks up and whispers something to Kemper. (Maybe I should point out that Kemper is a guy. Derek Kemper.) Kemper looks at me and like runs to Jamie. And Jamie grabs my arm and turns my back so that it's facing the shelves at the register. She tells me that...well...i'm bleeding profusely...you know where. it was&amp;nbsp;BAD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kemper is such as awesome guy. He didn't even let it phase him. We hung out at Jen's apartment after the Wal-Mart incident and after I got cleaned up. He is such a wonderful guy. So many other guys would have freaked out or been embarrassed by me, but by the end of the night, we were making jokes about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so bad because that's something that happens to a 14 yr old girl. Not a 19 year old.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for a better guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. I have two.&lt;br /&gt;The other is David Owens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a shower at Monika's apartment because the shower on my side of the dorm was messed up. I had to wash my hair because I'd gone swimming the night before so I was in the shower for a super long time. Well, I got out of the shower, fixed my hair and went to put my clothes on. I totally had my underwear on and stuff. But I'm in the middle of Monika's room, pulling the shirt over my head and...in walks David.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny because at first, we just kinda stared at each other awkwardly. Then he finally said he just wanted to make sure I was ok, because he knows I don't take hour long showers. We actually stood there and talked for a while and then he was like, "I'm gonna go now because you don't have any pants on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally embarrasing but it really ok because the Wesley guys and me are like brother and sister status....as far as I know. Well, that goes for David, Kemper and Matthew. As for Christopher...ehhh, not so much. Not quite yet. But we're getting there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about rockin awesome guy friends that you can talk to about anything and not worry what they think. Annd guys that you don't have to worry about what they think of you. I don't have to impress them and that makes me so happy. And it made me come to the realization that Harding boys are little girls. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-07-31T00:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-31T05:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-31T05:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Attention.</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-07-14T11:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-14T16:39:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T16:39:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's 11:37. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy. and i got no sleep last night. just nightmares and no leg room.&lt;br /&gt;twin beds and long legs don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to drive. gosh.</content>
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    <title>i hate crickets. make the noise stop!</title>
    <published>2007-07-14T08:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T08:01:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i'm leaving for jonesboro at like 10:30 this morning. i haven't pack anything.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. im tired. i don't want to drive there. i wish i could magical levitate there. but i know once i get there, i'll be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for nice new boys. i got to talk to cody and jansen, london. very nice boys. and i got made fun of because i used to like michael jackson when i was little. i was at cameron's house until 12:45. fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel and i saw a dude that looked just like uncle jesse today. he was really cute. we were both very flirty. she totally tried to claim him, but i totally saw him first. (why we fight over people we don't know is beyond me.) he was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, i have to drive to jonesboro in the morning. you guys might not hear from me for a week.&lt;br /&gt;you should be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carpe deez nuts. God, I can't wait to quit this job."&lt;br /&gt;Dane Cook. Geez louise.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-07-11T21:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T02:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-12T02:16:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Guys love my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally totally &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; got the bad genes.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I wanna have your...</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T03:24:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T03:24:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000kcdc/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="192" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000kcdc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>so many things.</title>
    <published>2007-07-08T05:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-08T05:35:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fatty trapped in a...well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to breathe with the window down. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about Helen Knight everytime I pass Desoto Athletic Club. I should really probably be thinking of Kathleen. But for some really Helen comes first. I'd love to be her friend. She was just born cool. She was cool when I knew her back at Harding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much proposed to Brandon Davis today...and we are know how that one turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crybaby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really thought I wanted David to like me. Turns out, I don't. If we ever dated, we would fight like crazy everyday. That's what we Scorpios do to each other. We pretty much always end up hating each other at some time in our life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That explains Andrew....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and you know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you don't like Mike Rowe. Bite it. Just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. Live Earth is/was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Bush Sucks. Politics Suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dirty Jobs. Dirty Love.</title>
    <published>2007-07-04T06:58:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-04T06:58:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000hb4x/"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" width="300" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000hb4x" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Conspiracy---</title>
    <published>2007-07-03T16:29:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-03T16:29:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's final. Everyone is out to hurt me. (Minus you, London.) &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-07-02T02:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-02T07:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-02T07:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay for a new youth minister at Holmes Road. I like him.&amp;nbsp;He's funny. And he's cute for a grown up. But just for a grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;Will you marry me on 07/07/07? Please?</content>
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    <title>Loopy.</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T06:44:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-30T06:44:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Waiting is THE funniest movie I've seen in forever.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds is pretty much the hottest jack*ss ever.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And Justin Long. He's a hottie, too. But he's like the number 3 hottie.&lt;br /&gt;The number 2 hottie is Dane Cook. Yeah, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monika just called me in a rage. Call it a "roid rage." (you know who that one's for!)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she was supposed to call the parents when she got done with work. (She was in Kennett, MO brodcasting from a club there.)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so its like 1:30 in the morning. My parents are dead asleep. And she knows they are. And she knew they would be. But like always, she takes her anger out on me. But I didn't tell her to call me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't the friggin Advil PM kicking in?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. The room's spinning.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-06-25T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T00:39:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T04:46:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000gddc/"&gt;&lt;img height="205" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000gddc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so incredibly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're saying double murder-suicide. By the way, it was him, his wife and his son found dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you probably have no idea who he even is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a wrestling dork. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john cena almost cried. i almost died. it is so sad. vince mcmahon, jerry lawler, JR, JBL, Tazz and michael were all crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know this guy and i'm grieveing immensely. i just wonder how the wrestlers feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad days.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>get down with the sickness.</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T04:11:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T04:11:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3 couples I've known have broken up THIS week. it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I'm kinda glad about.&lt;br /&gt;The second one, I'm not so happy about because he was going to move in with his chick and they just ended. And he's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;The third one, I really don't care too much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 down, 1 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;(every party needs a pooper. that's why they invited me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it bad that i'm kinda....really happy....that the Huey's dude didn't flirt with her?&lt;br /&gt;i'm mean, they ALWAYS do. everytime.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mean girl.</content>
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    <title>good day, sunshine...</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T00:44:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i'm pretty much in love with a waiter at Huey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He winked. And touched (my shoulder...three times.) And called me "'puddin.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he asked me to come back and visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i most definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000fta1/"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="" width="103" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000fta1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>broken light coverer and air conditioner. not so broken heart. yesss.</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T22:37:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T22:37:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the light coverer in the hallway fell to the floor and broke last night. it's right over my bedroom door. if i hadn't have washed the dishes...&lt;strong&gt;dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;i want to use the word "shrapnel" for some reason, but it would totally be in the wrong context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the air conditioner's broken. the thingy says it's 84 degrees in the house. &lt;strong&gt;Eighty freakin four. &lt;/strong&gt;And the fan is just pushing the hot air around the room. Maybe I should stop breathing?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ooo, self-depreciating humor. Mr. Williford would have loved it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible that someone flirts more than i do? yes. &lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don't flirt with random guys.&lt;/strike&gt; i don't give my number out to the random guy that i meet. at the mall. with the mattresses. and that's all i'm gonna say. i just kinda stalk people. crap. that kinda cancelled everything, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a naturally jealous girl. i come to realize that. Yay for me. But I kinda have to stop because I tend to fight with my friends because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell my mom, but I've been drinking orange juice out of the jug all day.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't shower either. but, even if i had, it wouldn't have mattered because the air conditioner is working and i'm sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the way I live. Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels I stack my money, lay low, and chill.&amp;nbsp;dont need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I.... This is the way I live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel wants to the zoo tomorrow. I don't want to smell like sweat and a friggin elephant. I think that idea is &lt;strong&gt;KA-PUT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to have a party. I keep telling her we don't have any friends. She won't get over that fact. I want to invite people she doesn't want there. She wants to invite people I don't want there. I think that idea is &lt;strong&gt;KA-PUT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting kinda yawny. i think i need a nap. but if i sleep, my fan will be whipping and my papers will fly everywhere. And my sheets will get sweaty. Eww. [p.s. if you hadn't noticed, i'm a sweaty girl.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap! since when does the MATA run through my neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-06-14T12:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T17:19:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T17:19:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Everyone laughing.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave hugged Kate over, and she made room for him on the bench. She smiled at his slight sunburn and feathered her hand through his hair. "Is the day everything you expected?"&lt;br /&gt;He slowly leaned in against her, invading her space, before kissing her, taking his time to purposefully drive her crazy. "Pretty much." he grinned. "What's the blush for?"&lt;br /&gt;"My family is watching." &lt;em&gt;And you've been driving me crazy the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just finished the best book EVER! I totally fell in love it it. And now, it's over. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;(It's too much like my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone like Dave. He &lt;u&gt;loved &lt;/u&gt;Kate. and he &lt;u&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; God. What kind of girl wouldn't want a man like that? He put up with her and eventually they fell in love. I CAN'T WAIT TO DO THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait love and to be loved. It's gonna &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Long nails.</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T02:16:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T02:16:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My nails are growing again.&lt;br /&gt;The last time they were long was on the bike trip...when Lauren told me that her and Andrew liked each other.&lt;br /&gt;I bit every piece of every nail till I couldn't grasp my&amp;nbsp;teeth to the nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nails.&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Curse my hips!</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T17:12:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-07T17:17:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm the number one worst exerciser EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I will blame my mom. We have the number one worst workout tapes ever.&lt;br /&gt;We have Tony Little. Uh...no.&lt;br /&gt;We have some geeky guy in terrible spandex that shows WAY too much. And last time I checked I didn't want to lose weight by vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;We have &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;Jane Fonda tapes.&lt;br /&gt;One from when she was young. And I kinda actually liked that one, because you can sing along with Lillian when it's her turn to do the workout...but the tracking on that one sucked because it's so effin old. I was very disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So, I reached for the other one which is Jane Fonda's Low Impact Workout. Jane Fonda is pretty much a corpse in that one and they were doing these really complicated steps. So screw that.&lt;br /&gt;The only one left was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paula Abdul's Get Up and Dance. &lt;/strong&gt;(Holy Moly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that one. She makes you exercise/dance. To her "hits." Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned to you guys that I can't dance? By the way, &lt;u&gt;I can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;My hips aren't connected to my body. And I have two left feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the warm-up and stopped. And here I am now. Being lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh dang the stupid late 80's-early 90's workout tapes.&lt;br /&gt;And gosh dang the future me. Being alone. And fat. And alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hey kids! Let's all go to Sonic tonight to get a free root beer float. And I don't care if you don't like root beer float. It a flippin free one. Just do it. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Cute.</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T00:45:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-07T00:45:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I had a dream about Adam Putnam. And I was back in high school. But it was totally ok because he was there. We went to chapel and the band was playing, but it wasn't like a formal thing. People were just kinda walking around and talking and&amp;nbsp;whatnot. And I was talking to Adam (ok, more like flirting but whatever.) And all the sudden, Mrs.&amp;nbsp;effin Tidwell was like, "Why are yall sitting here? Yall aren't in my homeroom." And Adam pretty much told her off. And it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had a dream about a hot boy. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whatever happened to him....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mtsgirl2006 @ 2007-06-03T04:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T09:10:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-03T09:10:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avril Lavigne.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000ey8z/"&gt;&lt;img height="213" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000ey8z/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see them, I get not so angry at my sucky life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in love. like really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Eff all the stupid couples in the world. They suck. Boo for couples. Yay for single people. Unless you are Michael Gossett and Leah Raich. Yall are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okbye. For real.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>:D</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T07:01:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T07:01:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Higher--Insurance?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I bought music from iTunes for the first time today. And it's the awesomest music ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000cwpc/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mtsgirl2006/pic/0000cwpc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm pretty much in love. Yay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which two I'm in love with?&lt;br /&gt;You'll get something special if you can.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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