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  <title>my crappy lil life</title>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-06-02T15:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T03:20:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T03:20:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sawyer has to wear crazy glasses, hopefully thy're just for reading though and as it has been pointed out, that man cud look gud in anything. i plan to eventually get myself a life one of these days. up and down and round and round we go. wwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something crappy i wrote last night wen i was half asleep: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chewing with my mouth open&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to swallow, and I never do&lt;br /&gt;You’re too self-conscious to lie on wet grass&lt;br /&gt;And recently I noticed&lt;br /&gt;That the colour of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is few shades different from that of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Desperate with longing for reassurance&lt;br /&gt;For she is mild and I am wild and you my friend are just a child.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish threats of suicide&lt;br /&gt;Manipulate us to your will&lt;br /&gt;In giving you take&lt;br /&gt;Egotist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe ah god some of the things i write when im in a sensitive state. quite hilarious, especially seeing as there are more hidden meanings then you first give it credit for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked anything else&lt;br /&gt;(x) kiss a member of the same sex (as a lil kid)&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) made out with a stranger (ok maybe not a total stranger)&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have a crush on one of your MYSPACE/LJ friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace/LJ&lt;br /&gt;(x) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;( ) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;( ) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) pet a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran a red light&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) had detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had braces (does retainers count?)&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night &lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu &lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) pole danced (not in a real club on a stage or anything. only for fun at parties)&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;( ) paid for a gas with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed "penis" in class (I cant memba but im sure I have)&lt;br /&gt;(x) ate dog food (cat food actually)&lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) fucked in a park&lt;br /&gt;(x) fucked in the bathoom&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader (god no)&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex at a church&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dog-ditch&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken fight&lt;br /&gt;(x been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) made porn&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someones hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dippin in a river&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten lost in your city&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to any other countries besides the united states&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) had alcohol&lt;br /&gt;(x) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;(x) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;(x) done the splits&lt;br /&gt;(x) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an IV&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;(x) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired (this has been asked)&lt;br /&gt;(x) stole something from your job&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;(x) Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine is by far the most interesting!!</content>
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    <title>Brrrrrrrrrrrr *cough cough*</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T06:22:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T06:22:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marilyn Manson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sicky sicky sicky. absolutely freezing. may have the day off 2moro, that sounds gud. refused 2 go home 2day even tho ppl kept telling me i shud coz i look like death. the Mehta accused me of writing on desks. at the production rehearsal i did absolutely nothing, i think she just wanted me there 2 no wot the hells going on 4 wen i actually have 2 do stuf. had wendys takeaways 4 dinna, yum yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god my life is really pathetic at the moment.</content>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-05-27T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T02:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T02:56:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wen i lie on my bak on the ground outide and look up at the sky, it makes me feel small and insignificant, it makes me feel important 2 coz i am a part of that greatness. it makes me feel better coz all my problems dont seem 2 matter anymore, just because there is something so much bigger then me. its always so beautiful no matter what the weather or time of day. its a nice thought that u can be nothing and everything at the same time.</content>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-05-10T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T06:24:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T06:27:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music> Seether</lj:music>
    <content type="html">skool sux, i hate exams, life is unfair. yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is a golden thread, fragile and delicate. It extends deliberately over time, an inevitable and unstoppable process. Time can change people, but people cannot change time, at least that is the usual law of things. For there was once a boy, a child who never gave gratitude for what he had and instead longed for the following age, until one day he was given an invaluable opportunity to manipulate the passing of time. Foolishly he accepted, for who could refuse such a treasure?</content>
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    <title>Happy fucking mothers day!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T22:43:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T22:43:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>anything hard played v v loud</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well me n my parents went down 2 the hardware 4 mothers day breakfast, we got muffins n drinks then i gav her the pedometer n card which she seemed 2 appreciate. Then she started texting on her mob with her forefinger n i told her 2 use her thumb coz it easier. Then she started shaking the pedometer around really ostentatiously 2 make the steps go up n my dad told her 2 stop coz we were getting sum annoyed looks. And then she blew up n screamed that she was not gonna b told how 2 txt by her daughter n insulted on mothers day n stormed out. me n my dad left behind her but she was really far ahead, n wen we were walking up the driveway she cums down the driveway really fast in her car, giving us the fingers. u no wot the sad thing is??? im exactly like her. i shud hav stood in front of the fucking car.</content>
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    <title>pre-mothers day special</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T10:01:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T10:01:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmm wot is there 2 say??????? i ate nothing all day 2day untill dinna which i spewed up aftawards. no idea y. o yes went shopping on fri, i meant 2 get studs n ended up with super long dangly earrings, such is the story of my life, got black eyeliner 2 n mums mother day present (pedometer, god knows y she wanted 1) i hav also made her a card in publisher, it has a photo of us with a heart around our faces n then clipart angels around the heart, plz refrain from rolling eyes at the corniness. y do i botha wen i really h8 her sumtimes?????????? like really really hate. shes ok tho i guess 4 a mum i mean i give her a bloody hard time, i must b the daughter from hell, i am constantly being threatened with brat camp. but me n my mum hav a pretty gud relationship believe it or not like i can talk 2 her bout nething (not that i do lol) argh me n sam seem 2 do nothing but fight recently as sam so kindly pointed out 2nite, i asked wot we shud do about it n he goes "not fight" well duh. i cannot b bothered getting a showa so i shall b smelly</content>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-05-05T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T04:09:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T04:09:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marilyn &lt;3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Birth Month Is February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/birthmonth/february.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and stubborn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing anger easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves aggressiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learns to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious when restricted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/truebirthmonth/"&gt;What's Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg scary it was right</content>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-05-02T17:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T06:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T06:10:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">first day bak at skool. blergh. Ms Mehta hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my staircase has now ben painted n the fumes r like overpoweringly stinky n make u high, o yes, speaking of getting high.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSD is a demented graffiti artist with delusions of genius hu sprays preposterous images in fantastic colours across every surface. At first glance u cant tell door from window or floor from ceiling. definitly fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yes just ignore my last entry if u cant figa out wot its about. (or even if u can)</content>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-04-30T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T12:26:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-30T12:39:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cocaine and heroin r urban guerillas who toss Molotov cocktails into the entranceway. Loud explosions rock the building. Alarms squeal, sprinklers gush and there is general pandemonium. sounds like fun 2 me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blergh. that is all i hav 2 say. n o yes im a social retard coz i dont go 2 crap parties n drink crap beer n dance crappily 2 crap music with crappy ppl. hav almost convinced sam 2 get black contacts kool huh?&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a crappy story or beggining of story woteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a bedroom, painted baby blue; a plaque on the door reads ‘Rosemary’s Room’ in a bright array of rainbow colours. The books are stacked neatly on the shelf in order of height like an army of 5th form maths and Jane Austen; a desk and computer wait patiently, ready for homework to begin. An orderly cosmopolitan of nail polish, moisturizer and perfume sit on the dressing table, there are no posters but that of a puppy in a flower pot. Innocence, diligence, perfection are the words that come to mind about what the owner of this room must be like. But beside the sunshine yellow bed, covered in soft toys, there is a drawer. A drawer filled with secrets. In the clutter of the drawer there lays a notepad stuffed with scribblings; sketches and poems of ugly things depicted in a beautiful way, for beauty and pain all too often go together. Among the leaves of paper can be found a blade encrusted in several layers of dried blood, a lighter, a couple of joints in a plastic bag, over $2000 in cash and several condoms. But at the very bottom and back of the drawer can be found the item that speaks most of secrets and dark nights filled with mystery and blood and betrayal, of love and lust and violence. A sprig of dried rosemary tied with a black ribbon. Here begins our story.</content>
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    <title>goddess_sarah @ 2005-04-29T20:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T09:47:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T09:47:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radiohead, creep (it kool)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the stairway descending down to my sanctuary now resembles that of a mental asylum. thank u redecorating.  the padded walls are sure to follow. &lt;br /&gt;went 2 sams, had fun. he groomed his car (yes groomed is the right word) wile i drooled over the high heels n handbags in his mum's vogues, sum of them like $2000. he made me toad n the hole 4 lunch which was yummy, one must always hold on 2 a boyfriend hu can cook. and make u laugh. kapiti triple choc ice cream is guuuuuuuuuuuuuud. i wont say wot else we did as sum ppl r prudes n make complaints. although it is funi scaring u guys. hmmm i will resolve this by writing anything that may be offensive 2 those without any tolerance 4 sexuality backwards hehe. but cant be bothered now. &lt;br /&gt;kk im starting the drug project, evry entry i shall giv u an analogy into how a certain drug or drugs affect ur brain. &lt;br /&gt;this entries: alcohol n solvents can b likened 2 young punks strolling casually through an arcade shattering evry plate-glass window with a length of pipe.&lt;br /&gt;plz dont put me off alcohol stupid book.lol&lt;br /&gt;u guys need 2 make more entries, im the only 1 losery enuff 2 update evry day, ill prob get bord eventually lol.&lt;br /&gt;mwah luv u all.</content>
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    <content type="html">test est test</content>
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