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  <title>this is the last true burning letter</title>
  <subtitle>singing my thoughts back to me</subtitle>
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    <name>a little girl in jelly shoes</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-20T00:21:37Z</updated>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2009-03-20T17:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T00:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T00:21:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;I'M Back!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blondebutnot:14359</id>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2005-05-05T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T05:04:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T05:04:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To by best friend. you accept my with all my faults and every idotic things i say. i love you and thank you for all that you do for im not sure i could make it through another day without you. when life is hard i know i can lean on you to help make it through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love &lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2005-04-27T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T04:58:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T04:58:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">august is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too &lt;br /&gt;generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of! oneself. Thirsty for &lt;br /&gt;praises.&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily&lt;br /&gt;jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and &lt;br /&gt;defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves &lt;br /&gt;to make friends ..</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2005-04-16T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T23:51:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-16T23:51:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>do your thing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffff"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;God&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;the devil&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;and a stripped&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;went bowling &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc" size="7"&gt;the stripper won&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2005-03-01T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T01:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T01:05:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/blondebutnot/26EverybodyattheSteinbeckHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Steinbeck's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/blondebutnot/16theboysagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/blondebutnot/14TheGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blondebutnot:13529</id>
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    <title>ah, to live in LA</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T03:43:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T03:43:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ah, to live in LA&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is long, but it's soooo funny! &lt;br /&gt;You Know You're From LA When... &lt;br /&gt;*You're driving on the 101 and see a clear cut definition of where the smog begins and ends&lt;br /&gt;*You go to a karaoke bar and battle with seven year old divas-in-training who are trying to steal your thunder&lt;br /&gt;*You're sitting in traffic for at least an hour at any given part of the day&lt;br /&gt;*You go to the beach and see that real lifeguards actually do look like the lifeguards from Baywatch&lt;br /&gt;*You see purple and gold and the word "Threepeat" on every corner&lt;br /&gt;*You begin to "lie" to your friends about where you are (i.e. "Yeah I'm like 20 minutes away") - when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there).&lt;br /&gt;*You eat a different ethnic food for every meal&lt;br /&gt;*You look around at the nice cars around you during traffic, thinking it'll be your favorite Laker or WB star.&lt;br /&gt;*You make a conscious choice to watch Jay Leno over David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;*You mourned for Tupac and not for Biggie&lt;br /&gt;*You know it's best not to be on the 405 at 4:05 pm.&lt;br /&gt;*getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "twenty minutes".&lt;br /&gt;*You know what neighborhood someone lives in by the degree of damage incurred during the riots.&lt;br /&gt;*You've inadvertently learned Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;*You've got to bring the cat/plants in when it drops to 55 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;*In the "winter", you can go to the beach and ski at Big Bear on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;*You've bumped into a celebrity at El Pollo Loco.  &lt;br /&gt;*You know what "sigalert", "PCH", and "the five" mean.&lt;br /&gt;*Your pizza delivery guy is also on contract with Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;*If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.&lt;br /&gt;*You have a gym membership because it's mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;*Your TV show is interrupted by a police chase.  &lt;br /&gt;*You can't fall asleep without the lull of a helicopter flying overhead.&lt;br /&gt;*When tourists ask where they can get souvenirs, you direct them to Venice Beach.&lt;br /&gt;*You know someone named Freedom, Rainbow, Persephone or Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;*You've trespassed through private property to get to the "Hollywood" sign.&lt;br /&gt;*You've partied in Tijuana at least once.&lt;br /&gt;*You know Hollywood has a "lake".&lt;br /&gt;*You don't stop at a STOP sign, you do a California Roll.  &lt;br /&gt;*You've lost your car in the Century City Shopping Center parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;*You've ever bought oranges, flowers, cherries or peanuts on a freeway off-ramp. &lt;br /&gt;*You think that Venice is a beach.&lt;br /&gt;*You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don't notice( &lt;br /&gt;*You've started crossing a street and returned to the curb when the DON'T WALK sign started flashing.&lt;br /&gt;*You've never listened to NPR.  &lt;br /&gt;*Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.&lt;br /&gt;*You have a favorite Thai restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;*You think Johnnny Rocket's is an accurate depiction of a diner &lt;br /&gt;*You think Manhattan is a beach.&lt;br /&gt;*You eat pineapple on pizza.  &lt;br /&gt;*You've been to Disneyland more times than Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;*When giving directions , you follow up with the phrase: "With/Without traffic."&lt;br /&gt;*You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "310."&lt;br /&gt;*Driving along, you see a high-speed police chase approaching in your rear view mirror. You don't panic or even flinch. Instead, you call your friends on your car phone and tell them you're on TV.&lt;br /&gt;*You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald's or a Starbucks.  &lt;br /&gt;*Your cell phone has left a permanant impression on the side of your head.&lt;br /&gt;*You never, ever go into the water at the Beach. You barely touch the sand.&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone you know has 3+ phone numbers. Home, Office, mobile, pager, two-way, voicemail.....&lt;br /&gt;*It is not unusual for your waitress at a restaurant to have blue streaked hair, a dragon tattoo and tounge piercing.&lt;br /&gt;*You are awakened in the middle of the night by a moderate earthquake. Your reply: "That ain't even a 5-pointer" and go back to sleep.(or if you go 2 lvhs, you track the latest quakes for extra credit) &lt;br /&gt;*You think you are better than the people who live "Over the Hill". It don't matter which side of the hill you are currently residing, you are just better than them, for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;*You live 10 miles from work. It takes you 60 minutes to get home.&lt;br /&gt;*Walking out of Jamba Juice, you see that a movie is being shot on-location across the street. &lt;br /&gt;*You are not happy, or even slightly exited that there may be a movie star there. You just say, " They f*ckin better not be blocking my parking space."&lt;br /&gt;*You have to yell at your bank teller through a 2 inch thick wall of plexi-glass. &lt;br /&gt;*That last one goes for your local convienience store man, too. (&amp; gas station)&lt;br /&gt;*You go to Las Vegas for a weekend getaway and the whole trip cost you $50.&lt;br /&gt;*You personally know at least 5 people with agents.&lt;br /&gt;*You personally know at least 3 people who have been in a movie or TV show *You know what In N Out is and feel bad for all the other states because they don't have any. (those poor other states)&lt;br /&gt;*You know that not everyone in Beverly Hills is a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;*You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is.&lt;br /&gt;*You've done something on a street corner in an attempt to get money (i.e. sang, tap danced, told jokes). (i've played guitar &amp; school &amp; made 50 cents!)&lt;br /&gt;*You've gotten parking tickets from parking in the red zone in front of your house.&lt;br /&gt;*You say you live in LA when really you live in a subsection of a subsection of a subsection of southern LA. (of course!)&lt;br /&gt;*Any major movie star is picking out the best portobello mushrooms next to you at the grocers and you don't notice. (please, i run xc meets against HJO &amp; Alexa Vega)&lt;br /&gt;*The guy at 8:30 in the morning at Starbucks wearing the baseball cap and sunglasses who looks like George Clooney IS George Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;*You really can never be too rich or too thin. (&lt;br /&gt;*The gym is packed at 3pm...on a workday.&lt;br /&gt;*The workday starts at 10am...or whenever you get out of your therapy session.&lt;br /&gt;*Any invitation comes with, "Starts at 8pm or as soon as you can get through traffic."&lt;br /&gt;*You have never met a waiter that wasn't really an "Actor."&lt;br /&gt;*You never go to a coffee house without a copy of a script - any script.&lt;br /&gt;*It's sprinkling and there's a report on every news station about "STORM WATCH '99" (totally! it's a STORM WATCH when it starts drizzling!)&lt;br /&gt;*You call 911 and they put you on hold.  *You have to leave the big company meeting early because Billy Blanks himself is teaching the 4:30 tae-bo class.&lt;br /&gt;*The three hour traffic jam you just sat through wasn't caused by a horrific 9 car pile-up, but by everyone slowing to rubberneck at a lost shoe lying on the shoulder. (101 past tampa, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;*A nurse can look at you in all seriousness and ask, "you don’t drink or smoke, right?"(&amp; they ask 10 yr old girls about the possibility of pregnancy)&lt;br /&gt;*All the "cool gyms" allow pedestrians on the street a full-view of those working out. Literally, you can’t drive by Wilshire without staring into L.A. Fitness. Perhaps a new form of window shopping?&lt;br /&gt;*The hot seasonal party favor is a candied apple from Neiman's. The apples are called "Skinny Dippers."&lt;br /&gt;*The waitress asks if you'd like "carbs" in your meal.&lt;br /&gt;*Bars card. For real.  &lt;br /&gt;*You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Los Angeles. (yes! cuz they're all true!)</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-11-12T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-12T22:13:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-12T22:13:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/blondebutnot/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was funny &lt;br /&gt;allie</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-10-29T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-30T02:22:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-30T02:22:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>anything anything something corporate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;School was fun today!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;it weird going to school and not going to class. we had fun with the hounted house and the elementary school carnival. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;here are so pics from today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;P.S. happy birthday magen&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-10-06T17:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T00:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T00:27:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;We WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;(our volleyball game if you don't know what im talking about)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hey party people</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T19:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T19:30:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well we made it through the first day of school and i excited about that. well on friday at volleyball practice a fell and lscraped up my knees really badly. then i really didn't fell like being alone so i picked up alex and we watched her dance show. then michelle called and asked if i wanted to do something so she cameover and we made cookies!!!!!!!! they were really good i can't remeber the last time i made cookies. then we played the harry potter trivia game and we didn't read all the direction before we started so we just played and found out more as we went along. On saturday we waent to the USC Cus football game. SC won 49 to 0. it was realy fun and there wee some hot CSU guys sitting in front of us.</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-08-19T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T01:11:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T01:11:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;i got my&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; &lt;font face="Arial"&gt;license&lt;font size="4"&gt; today&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-08-14T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T06:25:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T06:25:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>breafast at tiffany's ramones</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;i not an outsider what the hell!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-08-08T10:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-08T17:40:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-08T17:40:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the happy birhday song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff9900" size="7"&gt;it's my birthday&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>hey guys</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T17:26:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T17:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i eaving for the beach in like 5 minutes so excited. if you want to come up on tuseday call me 805-382-2814. i can't wait to see you up there. &lt;br /&gt;Allie&lt;br /&gt;Have a good forth of July</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-06-23T23:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-24T06:17:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-24T06:17:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay well my sister has alot of friends over and there talking about how lj is so addicting  so i had to update. &lt;br /&gt;Well i had my frist gutair lesson i love my gutair teacher hes so nice. I love him. i not like in love with but i love him. He siad when i messed up Close but not Cigar OMG i sat there in shock for like 5 minutes he was like and i told him how my Mr. Fisher says that and he said he would never say taht again. &lt;br /&gt;that's my story of the day&lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <title>We did it!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T16:47:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T16:47:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">our class kept it a secret from Becky!!!! this is living proof that westmark can keep a secret. The party pretty much went off with out a hitch. well the party did at least. the boys throu stuff at eachother broke my teartherball broke part of my singset, that was fine untell Andrew decinded it would be fun to invite all the stoners in the 11 grade over and they wouldn't leave until the comes kcame and asked them to get out of the street. Other than that the party was really funand i jwould like to thank everyone for coming and keeping it a secret!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love you all (mostly becky though) very much&lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blondebutnot:9965</id>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-06-09T20:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T03:03:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T03:03:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>babies of the eighties Something Corporate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WoW it's been a long time sence i have updated. Some good things have happened and some bad things have happened. We will start with the good &lt;font color="#33ccff"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I WON SECRETARY!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;I was really scared that i wouldn't of won but i did. so did Brandon and Marlee we are going to have so much fun next year. A;so Livee graduated 8th grade. There were times when we didn't think that she would make but she did. I got an award for having good grades. WE only have a week left of school. Now for the sad. Beaky adn Julie are leaving forever in a week we only have a week to spend with them. *tear* my name is missed spelled in the yearbook again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;On another note a word to the wise don't write mean things in people's year book it's mean. how do you think that makes a person feel if they see that you wrote alot of mean things to them. That is really bad.how do u think that makes them feel to read it. i jjust think it's really mean and hope that no one dose it. Year books are suppsed to be to remember that good things about the year not the bad. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Hey lets see if we can end the year with no drama. let just try okay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Allie &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>you don't know me</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T05:00:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T05:00:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You Won’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think I am? You don’t know me. How could you. It’s impossible to get to know someone for who they really are when you judge them from the start. Just by looking at me you think you know where I came from and what kind of person I am. But you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your really think I contribute anything whatsoever to my family? Why should I? My parents chose to raise me. I didn’t ask them to. It’s their responsibility to take care of me. You expect me to be appreciative of all the things my parents do for me. You think you know how it is in my family. But you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I have any friends? I’m not exactly the nicest person in the world. I run into people in the hall for no apparent reason. You might not like me because you think I give you dirty looks or I’m too sarcastic. You may think you know what’s going on in my head. But you don’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I do anything for society when it does nothing for me? You don’t let me change lanes when I want to. You don’t let me go ahead of you in line when I’m late. You could do things to be a little nicer to me. But you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human race as a whole is evil. It’s natural though. Our instincts are to defend ourselves first. Not to care about or even notice anyone else until our own personal needs are taken care of. You could try and put others before yourself and show a little consideration. But you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society has already entered a downward spiral that we will never be able to escape. We always make excuses for everything. We’re mean to each other constantly. Why do you think we’re always saying sorry? It’s because we always screw up. You could try to be more understanding and not always take the defensive position. But you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why anyone ever even thinks about the “ideal society”. How on earth does anyone think that it could ever happen? Karl Marx already tried that one. It doesn’t work. It’s way easier to dislike someone than to actually try and get to know them to see what they’re really like. You could try to create an ideal society. But you won’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin wrote this but it incorporates everything that i feel so i stole it. &lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-05-28T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-28T23:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-28T23:19:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I getting confirmed tonight!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Allie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Just what the doctor order</title>
    <published>2004-05-16T03:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T03:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;well i had a shitty week so i decided to stay home of friday. I got to sleep in and relax. i went to third street with Simon, tiny and tracy it was really fun. Then simon melissa and i went golfing. After golfing we went to in and out and then richie me tracy tiny simon missy and tiny's brother to see Troy. It so good all the guy sare so hott. I love hector. the only part i ddin't like was that orlando's charator is so wimpy it's funny. The guys are all so sexy. i love it. then when we were leaving the theater Simon say a mortorcycle he wanted and sat on it and we were taking pics and messing around and the person who owns the bike came up it was really funny we had to make a run for it. lol then tiny and Ed tiny's brother didn't fit in the car so we put them in trunk. lol it was funny. then we went to Jarry's deli and had pita and hummus. good good stuff. Simon like a good little boy picked up the tab. so sweet. then we came home and watched breakfast at tiffany's Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-05-13T21:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-14T05:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-14T05:10:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ecery feel like the third wheel because i do lall the fucking time. i can't go anywhere where i don't feel like the third fucking wheel. &lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you listen to peoples problems then when you have one they would rather hang with other people then listen.  What the fuck is wrong with those people i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really been one for attention but when you don't get any from anyone you start to feel kinda lonely :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well something good did come out of today, if nothing else. I got my hair cute it's cute if i do say so my self. Then i say my friends laura's room her bed is like hanging from the ceeling and she has dots painted all over the walls. it so sweet. then we went to sushi with my aunt and uncle and cousins it was really good to see my cousin again i hadn't seen in like 2 years. and watched the laker gme there. OMG the game was so intense i wasn't really paing attion i was to busy eating sushi but simon kept a rumnning comentary going in my ear. Then when the lakers won he jumoped on my laugh. Then we went to cold stones for dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <title>what is with life</title>
    <published>2004-05-13T01:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-13T01:29:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"my immortal"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hate life...im so depraaassssseeeeddddd!!!!</content>
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    <title>blondebutnot @ 2004-05-10T17:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-11T00:28:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-11T00:28:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sleep in ~the Postal Service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;   i feeling really stressted latly.i don't know if it all the Cat 6 testing or Westmark DRAMA or what. I've also felt like cleaning my room. Me the girl who hates cleanign her room? i don't know i just don't get it anymore. At the end of the Cat testing i going to a something Corporte show so i'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <title>Friend's ending</title>
    <published>2004-05-07T03:57:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-07T03:57:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Babies of the 80s</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i was watching friends. It was the one where Rancheal tells everyone that she got a job in Paris. It made me think about the future how everyone's go to move away and how we won't see each other everyday. How i won't get to go on road trips with Susan, livie and Alex anymore. how we won't stock bands anymore. Why do we have to grow up. I won't see everyone at school. Even though half the time i want to shoot a few people in our class. i even know that i miss westmark. I miss how small and quaint our campus is. i tried not to think about the day we graduate and move on to bigger and better things. I really have but i can't. it's sits in the back of my head everyday. Everytime we laugh i can't help thinking how we won't be able to do this anymore. how am i going to talk about Marlee's many crushs after we leave. &lt;br /&gt;i know were going to say that nothing will change but that not realistic at all. things are going to change our class i know we'll all very close and will see each other again but it can't and won't ever be the same. i don't know if i want it to go though this all over again all the tears, and laughted and who can forget about the drama. i loved and contiuded to love every minute of it &lt;br /&gt;I love you all &lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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    <title>today today</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T03:53:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">today wasn't a very exciting day. i watched the Kentucky Durby with my dad. I didn't pick the winning horse so mow i have to do the dishes for a week!! I worked on my BIO like all day and i only wrote like 2 pages. I hate writing papers.&lt;br /&gt;Allie</content>
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