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  <title>For the first time this game</title>
  <subtitle>...The joker gets played.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-03-24T04:10:34Z</updated>
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    <title>haha</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T04:10:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T04:10:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1106433929images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Ariel&lt;/b&gt;. Your alter ego is Ariel, the little mermaid! You are a dreamer, and you often want what you can't have. You can be rebellious and sometimes disobey your parents to get what you want. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Goofy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ariel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;The Beast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Cruella De Ville&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Snow White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3049"&gt;Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday Christina, Through Shit and Shamrocks...</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T03:42:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T03:42:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;I have no need to explain to anyone what happen today. Everyone that matters already knows. It just got ridiculous and petty, and then it got to the point where people that had NOTHING to do with ANYTHING were like oh yeah, well I hate you too! Christ grow up and mind your business, If&amp;nbsp;I'm not your friend then don't talk to me or write unnecessary shit,&amp;nbsp;unless I address you first.&amp;nbsp; As for explaining myself to people, I don't need to. If you are close enough to truly know me, then you should know that some of the things said&amp;nbsp;are very out of character of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;On another note, I know you people can't survive without creating drama and talking uber shit, but next time when you spread shit about me talking shit, make god damn sure that it's true. You can rest now knowing that you caused unnecessary BS between people. Sometimes I think people can't stand to see others happy. You see that so&amp;amp;so is getting more attention from this person, and you are like "what can I start?" Like I said Everything is over and done now. I don't expect anyone to let it go aside from me and the other person that actually matters. Well Ta-ta for tonight. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Christina, Through Shit and Shamrocks Happy Saint Patties day too.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>imnotemoreally @ 2005-03-16T13:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T18:54:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T18:54:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well now that the air is cleared, Let's let the past go.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>"It is better to be thought of as a fool, rather than open your mouth to remove all doubt."</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T17:40:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T04:00:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, Over and done. Starting with me. Let's Drop it. We all have our own shit to deal with and it isn't helping any of us to have petty drama. No one needs to get seriously sick over this shit. It's just not necessary.</content>
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    <title>It is true what comes around goes around.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T23:30:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T23:57:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is funny how quick people are to fuck you over. &lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is the vicious cycle of it. You tell one person something that you shouldn't have then it bites you in the ass. Sucks doesn't it. The shittiest part is when someone tells you something, and you try to help them out. And they get bitchy about it. Ah the Overreaction of todays youth. People seem to think they know me. They are surprised at the amount they dont know.</content>
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    <title>I hope you choke, thanks for nothing.</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T21:45:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T21:54:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOW&lt;br /&gt;Haha....Grow up.</content>
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    <title>Ahhh</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T15:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T21:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well This weekend wasn't too much to talk about. Regular diner and bowling. Work and such. Good news and bad though, I am so glad to finally "have hours". But I can't do the whole weekend. I have too much shit going on right now. I mean I promised some people that I would be at the battle of the bands friday night. Now I have to work. I dont know, I will mosty likely just work this friday so I don't leave them shorthanded. But I can't do the school everyday, and work the whole weekend. I just want ONE day to myself. Ah it sucks. I just don't anymore about fucking over people in that situation.  &lt;/p&gt;

fuck  you, fuck you,  fuck you, Grow up, stop bitching. The End.</content>
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    <title>You think everything is a fairytale? Well guess what, It's not even close.</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T15:02:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T15:02:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;SO much going on lately. I don't even know. This snow shit needs to stop, The Court shit needs to stop, The fights need to drop. Seriously, perfect example of this. Me and Jen. We have been fighting for seriously years. Over what??? Jen honestly if you read this WTF are/were we fighting over??? lol. It gets ridiculous when people fight over stupid he says she says BS. You know what, DROP IT. Maybe people think people are talking about them, maybe they are maybe they arent. If you actually thought to talk to that person about it, maybe you would be saved a lot of shit. Life is really to short to hold stupid grudges. At least have a good reason if you are. ps- he says she says BS isn't a good reason.&amp;nbsp; People seem to think that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; think my shit is so important. Well news flash- When have I ever said/implied that??? Tell me that, and I will admit my wrongs. Give me a good un-bitchy explaination of why we have problems, talk about it. If I am wrong, I will admit it. But resorting to childish LJ shit is just dumb. People really don't know how to sit and actually "talk" about their problems. They would rather get angry and flip out. I have no beef with anyone. I mean ANYONE. I hate being on bad terms, especially over stupid shit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On another&amp;nbsp;note, This weekend should be fun. The usual bowling and crap. Maybe mall with Sami tomorrow. Hope the fucking snow leaves this hell-hole. I realized, Then pulled my head out of my ass. Now I am thinking more clearly. I was living in dreamworld for a little while there. You think everything is a fairytale? Well guess what, It isn't even close. In this fairytale, everyone dies.</content>
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    <title>nonsense</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T04:09:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T04:09:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't have a clue what is going on lately. I don't give shit to anyone. I really have no honest clue why/how I am talking shit. I mean I would write a whole rant about things If I knew WTF was going on, honestly I don't. But oh well. Can't do much. Just hang around.</content>
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    <title>GIANT CONSPIRACY!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T03:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T03:24:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a giant conspiracy! Why do my hands smell like onions AFTER i washed them 18 times???? Oh becuase I played with onions for an hour at work today. All I smell are ONIONS. I smell like an everything pizza. I am/was&amp;nbsp; creeped out by pedro(aka boss) But I would so much rather have him then this asshole that is supposed to be starting. This old guy came into work and talked to pedro for like 4 hrs. He was such a dick to me. All he did was get in my f-in way. Anyhow. This weekend was fun&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/font&gt; Went to the wakes...:(&amp;nbsp; That night went to the diner with ally. Got pulled over...AGAIN for my headlight. It's fixed now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; am&lt;/font&gt;- Got headlight fixed got dressed went to the mall. How's that for eventful. Dropped off ally at the funeral. Went to Liberty to see Sami. Had a lot of fun Friday evening. That is all that will be said. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;- Got up eventually, but&amp;nbsp;slept 90% of the day. Worked 5-10. Went to the diner. Then back with Sami and Aimee to the jardines. THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!! Sucks to all those who missed it. Although Me and Sam were beering it up, and Aimee was a fuckin bitch and drinking soda. Eh it's all good though. It was a lot of fun either way. Especially when we were watching Trama in the ER. And video taping ourselves. I fucking Spilled beer..first time ever. Someone shoot me. I am a horrible person.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;- woke up at 10:30 took a shower. Headed to work. Saw a 1 BR house I am going to look into. Talked to my mom about it. She bitched again about her needing money. My 500+ credit card bill!! I need to send it out by friday, that means I need the money by thursday. I said "yes mom, I told christina, she works this week, You will get your money". I feel like I am in the fucking mafia. But I really need to get ahold of the house people. And take a look at this piece of work. Hope its nice, I really need a place. Well that is about the interest for now. Made like $150 this weekend. I am saving up. YAY&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Keep thinking it's not true...</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T14:40:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T14:40:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...It doesn't get any easier....</content>
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    <title>No school!!!</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T16:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T16:34:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fuck this School Bullshit. I am sleeping today bitches! I had a two hour delay at my home school and liberty is closed(aka no boces) so i don't plan on attending school for fricken 40 min. I work at five, until ten. So I need my rest. Can't forget to roll fricken silverware again. lol. I realized another thing. I really don't "dislike" andrew. He may of pissed me off(as did I to him) but overall, He has more balls then any other fucking person that won't even admit they have a problem with me to my face(or at least my phone). So overall, whateva about the other night. I am not gonna fight over petty shit, and I at least have respect for him b/c he didn't run behind my back and talk loads of shit first.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My dreams last night are summed up by these dream dictionary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dreamnt last night that i was on a really tall brick building(like the city) I kept going up stairs and looking over the side. But i felt like i would fall. I think the dream was in black and white for the most part. Then It turned into some sort of war and we(some people) were trying to keep the other people out. There was a big door/window? that we put a barracade up to. At the end of that dream there were swords, maybe sword fighting. Lots of cuts. Although my dream wasnt in color the blood was.&amp;nbsp; That dream flashed into a large lake(my perception of lake george) and there were a lot of big ships. I think i may have been looking&amp;nbsp;for something. Maybe&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;lost something.&amp;nbsp;That is the best of my rememberance. Things in my one dream...&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;War-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To dream of a war, signifies disorder and chaos in your &lt;strong&gt;personal affairs&lt;/strong&gt;. You also be experiencing some internal conflict or emotional &lt;strong&gt;struggle&lt;/strong&gt;. You are feeling &lt;strong&gt;torn&lt;/strong&gt; between aspects of &lt;strong&gt;yourself&lt;/strong&gt;. Perhaps the dream may indicate that you are being overly aggressive or you are not being assertive enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff6666" size="4"&gt;&lt;a name="Barrier"&gt;Barrier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;- &lt;font size="2"&gt;To see a barrier in your dream , represents an obstacle to emotional growth. You may feel hindered in fully expressing yourself.&amp;nbsp; The dream may also indicate your resistance to change.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;Bri&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;ck-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;To see a brick in your dream, represents your individual ideas and thoughts. Experience and/or heartbreak may have hardened you.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;To dream that you are building a brick wall, signifies a wall that you are putting up to protect yourself against hurt. It may also indicate that you may be hard on the outside but still sensitive on the inside&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;a name="Building"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Building&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;-To see a building in your dream, represents the self and the body. How high you are in the building indicates a rising level of understanding or awareness. If you are in the lower levels of the building, then it refers to more primal attitudes and/or sexuality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;To dream that you or someone fall off a building, suggests that you are descending into the realm of unconscious. You are learning about and acknowledging aspects of your unconscious. Alternatively, it symbolizes your fear of not being able to complete or succeeding in a task.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;To dream that you are wielding a &lt;strong&gt;sword&lt;/strong&gt;, represents your ambition, &lt;strong&gt;competitive&lt;/strong&gt; nature decisiveness and will power.. &lt;strong&gt;You seek to hold a position of prestige&lt;/strong&gt;, authority, and distinction. To see &lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;To dream that you are in or see a &lt;strong&gt;boat&lt;/strong&gt;, signifies you ability to cope and express your emotions. Pay particular attention to the condition and state of the waters, whether is is &lt;strong&gt;calm&lt;/strong&gt; or violent, clear or murky, etc. Are you "smooth sailing"? Alternatively, you may be ready to confront your unconscious and unknown aspects of yourself. To dream in &lt;strong&gt;black and white&lt;/strong&gt;, suggests that you need to be more objective in formulating your decisions. You may be a little too unyielding in your thought process and thus need to find some sort of balance between two opposing views. Consider the views and opinions of others. Alternatively, black and white dreams is a sign of depression or sadness. You may feel that there is not enough excitement in your life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Green(near the lake, everything was green)&amp;nbsp;signifies a positive change. Money, wealth and jealousy are often associated with this color. &lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;Dark green indicates materialism, cheating, deceit, and/or difficulties with sharing. &lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt; (blood) is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage and passion.&amp;nbsp;The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;Red is also the color of danger, shame, sexual impulses and urges.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions.To dream that you are &lt;strong&gt;paranoid(of falling)&lt;/strong&gt;, indicates your hesitance in moving forward in some situation or relationship. You are not ready for that major step in your life and are overcome with fear and suspicion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#6500ca"&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Well that pretty much sums it up. Exact, god damn remembering my dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;


oh yeah 
Stairs

To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs, indicates that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual/emotional/material journey. It also represents material and thoughts that are coming to the surface.</content>
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    <title>I live captured in a dream, where nothing is as it seems.....</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T01:56:29Z</published>
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&lt;p&gt;Today was uneventful. Slept a whole lot. Thought a whole lot too much.&amp;nbsp;Got a call this morning from a caller ID blocked number, well we all know who that is. Called him back. No answer. Realized he worked overnight, and that it wasn't him. Then got calls on my home phone and cell phone ALL day. Seriously, all exaggerations aside must have been at least 20 calls. (*They knew my home number b/c I called them back on my home phone) . But I was like Whatever don't care that much. Went out when the roads started clearing, AKA 3 fucking o'clock. Went picked up awison. Then out to liberty to get Sam. Went to Wally mart. Got&amp;nbsp; A skirt, bought sami some fucking cool shoes. I almost got a pair of hot pink stilettos before realizing....wait I don't wear heels and nore would I even after buying them. Dropped off Sam. Then decided I am hungry so I want an ice cream cake. Then I get off to shoprite and get one. YUM. Ate close to half of it already. Then Ally wanted to go to video mania, on account that she may go crazy if she watched napoleon dynamite again. Went to video mania. Then Saw who I called that morning. Talked for a little. Then wished eachother good night. That was that. Have a two hr delay b/c of the accident. I am not going to my home school. Only boces.&amp;nbsp; Well everyone enjoy the night.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I can't breathe...</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T03:44:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Holy shit. I can't really believe this is happening...&lt;br /&gt;Not again. &lt;br /&gt;I can't do this again.&lt;br /&gt;All 17, they were all fucking 17.&lt;br /&gt;Why.... God please jason be okay.</content>
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    <title>Start to finish I'm Done with you.</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T15:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T15:27:04Z</updated>
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&lt;p&gt;This weekend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don't know where to start.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay, here we go. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, Friday afternoon I picked up Jillian from her house. Took a shower at mine, headed out. Then met up with Sami. Hung out all night. Went to random gas stations, Killed time. "took the long way". Once again, DIDN'T get ID'd. Picked up Jimi. Then decided to head back to The Slums before bowling. Coming down the back way to Camp, down that rather large hill. Going around 40mph. Hit this HOLE in the road, that doesn't deserve to be called a pothole. My tire blows out. Jimi being the good samaritan that he is changes it for me. It's currently&amp;nbsp; at the Car Doctor. And We went bowling, then diner, then brought them home. Spent the night at the slums. BTW Had no choice b/c my car was fucked. Just incase ppl want to say something along the lines of "Well she stayed". AND Sami invited me thanks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#9999ff"&gt;Saturday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Well on to saturday. Me and Sami woke up. That was the extent of our excercise that day lol. Finally got candy and every beef jerky known to man. Went to the dollar store and to see christina at work. Pigged out on the food. Then went to the diner later on. Drama insued as it always does at the good ol' diner. Needless to say, A) I apparently am not a good joker B) Don't have a good temper C) Love not to leave money for my food all the time, and apparently don't &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; tip. D) And I am really good at telepathically making dents in cars. I am fucking sweet. I mean seriously people. It is TWO dollars. I really had a hard time telling whether that was a serious message, simply because of the ridiculous nature of it. I Will however continue to go to the diner. Seeing as how no one OWNS the diner. I hate no one. But some people are ridiculously serious, and somewhat ... wait ALL-what petty and immature.&amp;nbsp; Went with Ryan hung out for like 2 hours talking. I was relaxed for the most part when I went back to the jardines...755 smokes later. I was believe it or not, quit. But florida does things to you that makes you wanna smoke. Like 3 dollars a pack. That's what it does to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Sunday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Sunday morning, or afternoon rather, Awoke to Xtina calling me telling me if I want to start working, that I should come in soon. So I got ready, Got my shit together. Then I was in an apron training. I actually liked it. I mean I was doing okay for the first day. Except Pedro(Mexican boss)...*not really his name. Kept laughing and bitching at me b/c I had a mental block for bread and coffee spoons. He also kept mentioning "If you were my woman..." I was like wishful thinking pedro. He at one point also asked me to see a movie with him. I told him I have no BF but someone I am seeing. Which is true. But that was the extent of my sunday. Got home at ten. Tired as hell. 70 bucks richer. Not bad. Well needed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;Today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;Today woke up, my car is outta comission therefor Dana Drove me to school. Reminds me of the good ol' days. Cept I was driving that car. I went to Art, found out we have an early dismissal. We are driving out to liberty, getting food before the big snow.&amp;nbsp; Supposed to get a foot. Ain't that some shit. See you later. Bye everyone!!! Happy SNOWFLAKES!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <published>2005-02-27T00:27:01Z</published>
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&lt;p&gt;I am so TIRED of bitching. All everyone does is bitch about their terrible lives. I guess that makes me a terrible person because I don't care. I have enough to deal with in my own pathetic life before other people throw their shit at me. I have Oh I hate you because you hurt me. I hate you because I hate me. I hate you because everyone else does. I hate you because I find you threating to me. I hate you because you are talking to my man... wait! he isn't my man, I think he is though. So I am fucked either way. I really love how I found out that KC didn't leave, well at least not yet. I don't know why his friend said that shit, nor do I care to find out. He is an asshole. Period. I really only want to see one person. It is complicated though. I got a flat tire last night in the car with Sami, Jill, and Jimi. He was a lovely one and changed it in the freezin old weather for me. I pretty much am stranded at the jardines, considering(*unlike everyone else) I live more then two miles away. I had to hear it... Well &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; DIDN'T have to hear it, people feel the need to TALK &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHIND&lt;/strong&gt; MY BACK! &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know who &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are. I have no need to say anything. But the least you can do is grow some small ass fuckin balls if you have something to say, or a problem with me. &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;SAY IT TO MY FUCKING FACE&lt;/font&gt;. The thing I especially love is that I give people no reason to talk shit, they find a retarded dramatic reason to be a uber-bitch and then talk shit. I D K&amp;nbsp; maybe&amp;nbsp;it is because the slums also breed sheep. Everyone tends to take the same ideas off eachother. If one person is mad at someone, automatically that means everyone has to be. So That folks is why i stay away from the slums, it breeds drama, and now apparently sheep.&amp;nbsp; The only reason I go there is to see the jardines, not because EVERYONE LIVES THERE aside from them. If you think I am pissed now...? Then rewind time and imagine what I would have done if i acted upon instinct, last night If i had no respect for the household, like some other people, i would have confronted those shit talkers. I will stop now, 2852 its 52 not worth it(numbers via SAMI). 6e. I decided I am selling my car in the spring, and getting a Pontiac Grand Prix GTP, you know what that is?? Well you will know when you see my smoke..... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I may have a job as well, will find out tomorrow. I will now leave you all to ponder, and go have it out with Sami, a night on the town. Buh bye. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2005-02-25T22:36:37Z</published>
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Well It is safe to say. Dick over again. Well what is the nicest thing you can think of? What is that you say... KC moves to florida and doesnt tell me? Yup that was it. Great huh.</content>
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    <title>Not great I know. It's all good though.</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T15:02:28Z</published>
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&lt;p&gt;I walk down the path of finding myself&lt;br&gt;Circles they trace around my footsteps&lt;br&gt;Motioning two directions as the ground sinks beneath&lt;br&gt;Confused twisted aimless visions, directions i cant beseech&lt;br&gt;Nails scratching legs so frail, tiny dripping droplets &lt;br&gt;End drawing closer.. falling down the hollow soul's not enough to stop it. &lt;br&gt;Each crevice swallows part of me i will be gone soon, disapearing into myself.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Too Much</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T15:00:25Z</published>
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&lt;p&gt;I am So sick Of bullshit. Everywhere; Knee deep...Neverending. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everyone is So self absorbed. Just me writing in here about shit proves that EVERYONE including myself is self absorbed. Just stop asking pity, stop using people, stop just stop. Be considerate, don't be selfish. These should be rules to live on. I even have trouble trying to follow them. No one is perfect.. I know this. But it gets old real quick having to listen to the same shit over and over day after day. If I want that I will talk to my mom more often.&amp;nbsp; I want to relax this weekend and have fun, But somehow I know this won't happen. I know SOMEHOW something will happen to fuck up my weekend. I am supposed to hang out with jill tonight. Need to go bowling and to diner. Should be marvelous. I was thinking about skipping BOCES, then realized three things, One being * that is the only class I&amp;nbsp; actually need to graduate. 2* I actaully like that class, and it is quite easy. 3* Tony keeps me sane in there, plus if i skipped he wouldn't have a rider. oops*ride. My lip hurts real bad...haha God damn&amp;nbsp; Napoleon. There are two kinds of people. Those who love that movie, and those who hate it. No in between. I really hope my lip heals nicely, b/c it's fucked right now. I refuse to take it out. I am not a quitter. Perfect example..why i still smoke. I need chapstick, all napoleon puns aside. Having this piercing makes my lips chap easily, therefor why they hurt. Maybe I will stop and see sami today. I wonder when Linz is coming up...kinda miss her.(actually really miss her). I miss tay too lol. Haven't seen her in like two weeks. It's terrible. Christina, I want you to call me when you read this. Love you baby. Well I think it's goodbye for now. And See you all tonight.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Just another night of Unlimited Cheese</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T03:57:03Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a moment, Thought that I had missed NY, then i realized...Shit!! No I don't, not one bit. It seems sometimes, that you think because You aren't around&amp;nbsp;drama for awhile, you think it willl go away. Oh Foolish me thinking that the sullivan county CAPITAL of drama, will actually cease to exist. But that folks, is why i stick to my mere group of friends. Because the more friends you have, the more enemies you have&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course there are those who absolutely love to pretend they like you to your face, then turn around and say "Yeah she is fucking Blah blah blah.. So on, so on." But talking to christina, Apparently&amp;nbsp; I have the plague in my mouth. I don't Worry too much about those who love to (direct christina quote from the past) "Spew Garbage". Because mainly what they are doing, is occupying their own time with MY boring life. So yippee to them if they find me that interesting.&amp;nbsp; Took some pics in florida, Resized them and sending them to my woman. Still looking for a JOB, it is neverending. Saw ryan today, kinda ironic how i mentioned wanting to meet up with him. We always end up meeting at weird places. Weird times, wierd circumstances. I think One of the reasons I enjoy his company is that he is Pure un-drama. That is the last thing i need, drama. I don't care what people think, everyone reads too much into everything. We met at&amp;nbsp;the gas station, ironically he went to get gas, and he ended up NOT getting gas. Oh well. We headed to get our cars washed,&amp;nbsp;on account that they were horrendously dirty. God&amp;nbsp;damn road salt. We talked and smoked for a moment, then&amp;nbsp;I headed&amp;nbsp;off to BOCES. Had an uneventful day there, worked on lighting and shit. Took&amp;nbsp;Tony to Liberty&amp;nbsp;High, where he&amp;nbsp;met up with&amp;nbsp;Jen, to study at the Jardines. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I point&amp;nbsp;no fingers at anyone, but that just reminded me, How I feel shitty for&amp;nbsp;Sami. All she&amp;nbsp;wants is her alone time in HER house, to work on normal shit. she doesn't get that. Everyone is there ALL the time. Weekends is one thing, weekdays is another, I have talked with her countless times on how she is so tired and stressed, and hates even coming home to a house full of people that half of them she doesn't even know. I mean there are a select few&amp;nbsp;that are her&amp;nbsp;Linz, Tay and Devins friends. But Honestly&amp;nbsp;people, You have your own houses, why do you go there when It is just as convienent. I know&amp;nbsp;I am going to catch all sorts of shit and probably anonymous&amp;nbsp;comments for saying "the god awful truth". Whether people want to&amp;nbsp;believe it or not. I think it is terrible when people that don't even live there, are inviting&amp;nbsp;THEIR friends to stay there. People that don't even know&amp;nbsp;all the Jardines NAMES!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Camp Jardine Has slowly progressed into The&amp;nbsp;Slums Of Harlem, Any Bum off the street, and drugs welcome. I know Mama Rob isn't an idiot, and she has an idea what is going on. She as well as several others&amp;nbsp;are sick of being the homeless shelter. Mama Rob loves every single kid that sets&amp;nbsp;foot in&amp;nbsp;her house, but people come on now, Have some&amp;nbsp;respect. You know damn well she won't say a word. She loves EVERYONE and she&amp;nbsp;has done so much for us all. She&amp;nbsp;would never say&amp;nbsp;anyone is "unwelcome" but don't you think if that was&amp;nbsp;you, you'd want some time away&amp;nbsp;from everything. At least one day a week?&amp;nbsp;Weekends fine, but spending the night on weeknights&amp;nbsp;for no reason? Please just be considerate, before&amp;nbsp;Camp Jardine doesn't allow visitors anymore. I am sure there will be some speculation on "well She(meaning me)&amp;nbsp;stayed the night all the fucking time garbage&amp;nbsp;garbage garbage" But Maybe people didn't take into consideration that I&amp;nbsp;had some other issues, that mama rob was perfectly aware of. And I unlike others,&amp;nbsp;have listened to Sami's undying plea JUST LET ME HAVE SOME TIME TO MYSELF. She doesn't ask for much. Unlike Us, She can't just&amp;nbsp;go home and relax after a long weekend of staying up all night. That is&amp;nbsp;her home.&amp;nbsp;There is no escape.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On a lesser note Still waiting for a call, not EXPECTING, just waiting. I called give or take three days ago. But I know how certain people work, 3 days blend into one for stoners. Whateva. I woke up with a swollen lip this morning, think i forgot it was there this morning and itched my face. Then i was talking to my mother on the phone, and undressing *Yes I am a great multi-tasker. Pulled off my shirt, Almost ripped the damn thing out of my face. Now I have a pretty swollen lip again. I need to pick up bactine. And hopefully I won't sleep on it wrong, then it will be better in the AM. On a Lighter note, The other piercings are well, all healed, I think I forgot how quick they healed the first time. I especially love how these people hype up for a snow day, then it snows just above .00009999 inches. Love that. I have to wake up that means. Well wake up early is better terms. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Blah this was almost the longest entry ever.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Now theree</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T15:51:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-24T15:51:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Long time no update&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It was quite the experiance. Between The steak n shake, that weird awesome burger place, and ALL the ice cream I ate. I am back to NY with some tan, By some tan, naturally i mean SOME tan nowhere near as dark as christina. The Majority of the time, We spent sunbathing in the 70 some odd degree weather.( I know you're jealous). The rest of the time was spent eating. Nah, just kiddin with you. We had a rockin time and made the best of our days. Went to Cocoa beach, got the BEST hotel room EVER. Got our party on, not much to be said. Overall did miss some things in NY. Xtina and I and our shake fights, Us saying the same things at the same times, Seeing weird signs, seeing wierd people. It is undescribable. Loved it. Glad to be home though. update later. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>imnotemoreally @ 2005-02-23T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T15:57:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T15:57:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmm</content>
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    <title>FRIENDS ONLY :)</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T20:07:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T20:07:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v409/etnies_xoxo/TBScut.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ONLY BITCHES!!!!! :-D :-D&lt;br /&gt;Comment if you want to be added...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this entry is made especially for you by allison :-) - (&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lilscreemochick' lj:user='lilscreemochick' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilscreemochick.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilscreemochick.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lilscreemochick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;thank you have a nice day</content>
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    <title>well now</title>
    <published>2004-10-22T14:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-22T14:39:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i can't wait! tattoo in 10 days! yippee! i have nothing else worthwhile to imput to this world aside from i am never speaking again b/c i talk to much.</content>
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    <title>oh no</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T14:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-24T02:57:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am a little whacked out right now. I don't really know what to think. I guess i am too emo for my own good. I admit i did make a mistake. But the worst of it is that i cant even talk about it with that person.  . I quit the post bc of some BS. I sometimes want to just lay down and not get up. I just wish people could speak there mind. I'm so mentally tired i am shaking.</content>
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