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  <title>Hope dangles on a string</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2004 20:23:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Now..Its over.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Why do things seem so messed up? Everyday im getting yelled at or mocked at for something new, I cant do anything right, not in my parents eyes anyways. I cant stand them much longer, im going to seriously run away and never come back..until I need money. -sigh- who am I kidding, Amanda? Run away? Hah. No. I keep, messing up, on everything, I cant say/do/make anything right. The only thing I seem to do right, is getting things wrong, that’s one thing im really good at. I’ve been overly obsessed about everything lately, and feeling guilty every step of the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon im supposed to be going to Adam’s house, lets hope his mom doesn’t go all bi-polar again...im looking toward to the worst. Mhm. I have to go, ill update about Adam’s when I get back, (lets hope I go), &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-sigh- My parents wont stop fighting. Im going to tell them to shut the hell up, later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. This new updating layout is awesome. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Addicted to you- Simple plan</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2004 21:08:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been just dancing around since I got home from school, for no particular reason. Just a little giddy I suppose ;). And again, for no particular reason. Dum dum dum, Emily I *heart* your medal penis. Thank you Emily’s mommy, Its my first one..shh. I got off the phone with Adam a couple minutes ago, I might be going to his house after he goes to the doctors, AND eat dinner, and im highly doubting it, knowing his mom. -Emo sigh- I haven’t been over there in while. My throat really hurts, icky. I don’t think im sick though, huh..I don’t know. I just don’t feel good, but I don’t feel exactly bad nether -shrugs- I never understood the working of my body, and I would never like to know thank you :). &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lunch was funny, Helllloo misty was there, of course it was funny. PEEN PEEN!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;That tis all right now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;/p&gt;

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I told you so, im not going to Adam&apos;s, wahhh. :*(</description>
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  <lj:music>My girlfriend- Blink 182</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2004 02:27:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot;&gt;Take that look from off your face &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You ain&apos;t ever gonna burn my heart out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma&quot;&gt;
&lt;p&gt;People it has been a good day. I’ve saw a lot of people, I went to the football game, and I saw, Steph, Ash, Matt, Kaylyn. Chana, Kim, and Mike D., then me, Ash, steph, and Matt, walked to Burger king, screwed the football &lt;strike&gt;team&lt;/strike&gt; game ;). We has lots of fun though, at the game and on the way to burger king. We saw Brianna C, and Erin at burger king. Had a shit-load of fries, and played an interesting round of the question game, i.e. It’s a game were you ask questions, got it? Then walked to Ashley’s house, and on the way we saw Tim, gave him a big hug, and then went out on our merry way :). We arrived at Ashley’s house, and knocked on Brina’s door, and invited her to Tim Hortons. She came with, and at Tim hortons, had a lot of laughs, and Adam came in with his cousin. Then left as fast as they came in. -shrugs-. The best part of the night was walking to Ashley’s house, with Brina, Ash, and Steph. We all acted like Indians and we claimed ourselves part of the Dilly’s gang (If you ever saw ‘Nucum High’, you would understand). We were all wicked hyper and just had a great time. Then sadly, Steph went home, and sadly, I had to leave -emo face-, and came home and did some homework. As always I wait to the last minute, I admire that im a procrastinator :). &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Well that is it I suppose, I left out a lot of details. Let me just say today was a wonderful day. I don’t know what I would do without my friends. I love you all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Dont look back in anger- Oasis</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 17:57:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;width:450px;&quot;&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;border:0px;width:450px;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#2d3353;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=8931&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;&quot; title=&quot;All aboot your boyfriend who rocks survey!&quot;&gt;All aboot your boyfriend who rocks survey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#2d3353;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=midnitedove007&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;&quot; title=&quot;User Profile&quot;&gt;midnitedove007&lt;/a&gt; and taken 147 times on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;&quot; title=&quot;bzoink!&quot;&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Starting out !*!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth thou have a boyfriend?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;-nods-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Whats his name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Adam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;His age?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;15&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Height?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;ehh..um..5&apos;7?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Weight?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Not exactly sure, less than me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Eye colour?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Brownn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Hair colour?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Brownn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Does he style his hair?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;If he feels like it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;What doth he talk aboot?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Everything.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is he a gooood kisser?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;-smiles-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is he shy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Sometimes i suppose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is he smrt? yes, smart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;he doesnt think so, i think hes smarter than me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth he like sporties?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Basketball, fliffle ball!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Which sporties he like?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;FLIFFLE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;What style of clothes does he wear?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Whatever he finds on the floor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Any jewlery he wears often?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;nope.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;How aboot braces? have them??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You Together !*!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;uhh..7 months, and 3 weeks ish.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;When is your anniversary?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;1/25/04&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Would you consider it a serious relationship?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;yes suree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;How and When did you meet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;7th grade. School.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;When did you decide you like him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Not sure actually.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Very&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Do you lovumms him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;33335485786589678594 squared&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;How much?!?!?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;a whole bunch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Are you in love?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yesss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Honestly, how long do you think you&apos;ll be together?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;I honestly dont know, a long time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Would you die for him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Of course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is he the most perfectest boyfriend ever??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;No one is perfect. But hes close. sorta. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Have you guys...!*!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Had your first kiss?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;-rolls eyes- Yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;If so, where?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Our first kiss was behind bess eaton. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Cuddle together?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;-nods-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Play with his hair?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Have you told him that you love him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;All the times&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Have you made out with him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Done anything else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Want to do anything else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Like what?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Stuff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Ever done something you regret with him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Uh, sorta. Yes. -but for a diffrent reason-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Aboot you !*!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been dumped?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Um. Yes. But i didnt care.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Have you ever dumped anyone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Has your heart ever been broken?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Nope. Its together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been on a real date?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Uh, i suupose.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;If so, where?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;movies, mall? Where else am i suppose to go?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Have you ever cried over a guy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Ever cheat on him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Only with emily. &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth thou believe in love at first sight?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;ehh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Are you in need of a hug?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;How bout a kiss?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Are you in need of anything else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Other peopleys !*!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is anyone jealous that you have him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;I dont know, mayyybe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Does anyone say you&apos;re cute together?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Do you prefer group dates or alone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;It depends, alone is nice. Groups have a lot of laughs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Do your friends like him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;I hope so.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Does your family like him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Uh, dont know, dont care.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;RaNdOmNeSs ! !*!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth thou both have a lot in common?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Sorta kinda.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Where is your favourite place to hang out?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;his room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;What song reminds you of him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;I havent found one yet -sigh-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Do you consider yourself to be lucky to have him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;yesyesyesyes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;What&apos;s your favourite thing aboot him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Everything&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is there anything he just does that is just him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth it make you happy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;I suppose.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Would you rather peck kiss him or french kiss him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Both is nice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth thou think aboot him every second of your day?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Every second? No. But close to it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth thou smile when you think aboot him?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Yeth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Is he romantic enough for you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Im not very romantic myself, so yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Can he get annoying?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Eh, once or twice. Everyone has thier days&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Doth thou lovumms him anyway?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;Bet your bottom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;If you could tell him one thing, what would it be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt; I love youuu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;background-color:#444E7D;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;&quot;&gt;Do you want to be together forever and live happily ever after?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#5E6AA8;padding:5px;text-align:left;&quot;&gt;yesh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#2d3353;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dpbolvw.net/click-1561181-3998566&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;font-weight:bold;&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;Still need a Halloween Costume?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.tqlkg.com/image-1561181-3998566&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/create.php&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;&quot; title=&quot;Create a Survey&quot;&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/search.php&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;&quot; title=&quot;Search Surveys&quot;&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com&quot; style=&quot;color:#fff;&quot; title=&quot;bzoink!&quot;&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2004 00:54:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>jidfhei;fdvd</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;My Madge is leaving tomorrow. Thank the lord. :) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know that sounds horrible, I love my mommy, but I just need a little..Break. She’s just always down my back about everything. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today was..okay. Lunch was..Interesting. Then Ashley’s, Taco bell, then home. &amp;lt;3 and but of course, homework. Fun fun, I gave up on Spanish, I just don’t understand it. I need the good old days when Kristyn sat in front of me, and whispered the answers...Memories. I miss them. -sigh-. O yea, and I don’t like Adam’s mom, She’s just, I don’t know, so Strict. She doesn’t let Adam do anything, She has a 2 inch leash on him. And also, what really sucks (But is understandable), me and Adam cant go in his room, but whatever. I hate feeling so young.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I called Sean, but he was out or something. So I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; call, so don’t hate me. &amp;lt;3. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope something interesting, or exciting happens this weekend. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tata.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2004 01:20:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pee Pee face!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Today was okay I suppose. Im sick of complaining how horrible my days are, when in reality there not that bad. Its just, I don’t know things are different since last year. And sometimes it seems like I have no life, I don’t know. No one seems to comment anymore. Maybe no one just doesn’t read this. O well. Im not going to complain about that too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;School was well, school. My new class ‘accounting’, severely sucks. I had a awesome lunch though, I talked to Nicky (im so glad things are okay between us and we can still talk like we used to, I love you, o yea, -hugs you again for saying what you did-) Emily, Nicky, Caitlin, and I all talked about a certain someone, -rolls eyes-, I don’t even want to think about her. -cough- wh0re -cough-. Sorry Sorry, that was uncalled for. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Adam made a live journal, I doubt he’ll ever update. But we’ll see. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In good new, my mommy is leaving for four! Days, on Friday. Four days of no yelling, screaming, or nagging me about &lt;i&gt;everything. &lt;/i&gt;Not to mention, she’s one less person in the house, and minus 2, is 1, which would be one, then add someone else. And this equals my plans. See if you can figure this one out. :) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess that tis it. School Tomorrow, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;, when’s vacation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To be hurt&lt;br&gt;To feel lost&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br&gt;To be kicked&lt;br&gt;When you&apos;re down&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&apos;ve been pushed around&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br&gt;When no one&apos;s there to save you&lt;br&gt;No you don&apos;t know what it&apos;s like&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br&gt;Before your life is over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2004 21:44:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside we’re really all the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pro’s and con’s of my day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pro’s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Saw Adam in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Got a 100 on my homework &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Had lunch with Emily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Con’s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Adam left early because his stomach was hurting&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-He won’t be in school tomorrow, he’s going to the doctors.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-I feel like a pig.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Everyone on my bus is obnoxious&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-I hung up on Adam and he never called back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-My mom yelled at me 6 times about not cleaning around the house&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-And 2 times for being on the phone&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-My mom and brother got into a fight, and it makes me upset when they do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Home life sucks right now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Ashley wasn’t in school. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Adam wasn’t in my math class/or at lunch&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-...And...whatever screw it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Webdings&quot;&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Blood red summer- Coheed and Cambria</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2004 00:01:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Something you&apos;ll be missin.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I guess..your right. We have all changed, we didn’t want to but hey, we did.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today was icky, except for fashion design which is always good. But I have to admit the homework I get is ridiculous I have no time for anyone anymore. Well that’s a lie, I do. But I got a new class I switched out of European history and now im in...Accounting? Jesus what did I get myself into. Im just completely mentally exhausted . And I have no time for thinking about anything besides school. Things between me and Adam are great, and my other friends, well some im just not sure about. I hate 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, im hoping 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; comes soon. : / On the bright side, during spring break I get to take drivers ed :).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bye. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2004 02:22:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;-smiles-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rhode Island, ah it’s a good place. Home sweet home. -Kisses Floor-. New Hampshire wasn’t &lt;i&gt;as bad&lt;/i&gt; as I thought it was going to be, but it was pretty boring. Friday I drove there with my mem, and we should of got there in a matter of an hour and ½ but, traffic + we got lost, it took us 3 and ½ hours, I was completely exhausted. That night I met my cousin Tommy for the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; time, he’s 2 yrs. Now, and is so cute, but really fresh. He kept biting me, which wasn’t very nice, he got me a couple times on my legs, and once on my crouch I almost strangeled him. But any who, every night I was there we played cards, some hot rummy, and high-low jack (which Im pretty good at), but I didnt win once. Then this morning I went to church, and then out to breakfast, then a 2 hour drive home. And again -kisses floor- How I love Rhode Island, im such a townee :). &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well when I got home, I called my baby whom I missed o so much, and my mommy let me go over. We had a lot of fun, and man o man I love that boy. Really I love him. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I almost forgot, I sorta know what I want to do when I get older, it seems like the most random thing to get into but It interests me. Politics, I figure I want to help people, that would probably be the best way to do it, help a lot of people at once. Plus it honestly interests me, My mem and my Uncle Tom were having a intellectual conversation and it really sparked an interest to do something like that. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tis all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>99 red balloons- Gold finger</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2004 21:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Im so bored. There’s seriously nothing to do, I know I don’t update much anymore, but its not like I’ve done anything worth updating about and no one comments anyways. School was okay I suppose, Tomorrow I get to leave early because my mom screwed up my weekend. I have to leave for New Hampshire tomorrow to go to my uncle’s house, because my mom and dad are leaving for their anniversary, and they don’t want to leave me home. -sigh- I hate this, only two days out of the week I can do what I want to, but now I have to go and baby-sit, and do other gay stuff. I suppose It might not be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad, but Id so rather see Adam. :(. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He’s such a wiener, he left at 10:30 from school because he didn’t ‘feel good’, he went to the nurse told his mom he was sick and she picked him up because his mom is like that. So I only saw him once today, -Emo face-, im over it. All though im not going to be able to see him the entire weekend, what the hell. Im running away..Just kidding. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today in fashion design there were lesbian retards surrounding me and Emily. AHHH! We almost shot them all. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know what I find terribly sad, I miss my brother Adam, it’s the weirdest thing, I have never really missed him, but now I do, for no reason. -Emo tear- &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have really nothing to say, except Im looking toward to dinner, chicken pot pie...Microwave style *two thumbs up*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 01:45:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Today was 50/50, I didn’t have a horrible day, but at the same time I wasn’t having a great day either. Last period was fun, and because..duh Emily Ann Cournoyer was in it, and she as my wifey rocks my balls. :). After school, I went to Bob’s, Marshall’s, and Filenes’s, and I cant find a freaking pair of pants/jeans, I tried on 4543859048594 pairs, and somehow I find something wrong with everyone, meh..Weathervane..come back! They were my source for jeans, and now..I don’t know what im going to do. In the end I came home with a new overee, and a Etnie’s sweatshirt, now im reppin Etnie’s, with the shoes and the sweatshirt. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I got home, I did my homework, and talked on the phone with..Adam of course. We talked about..a lot of things. And o yea, (Emily before you go and say something in front of Adam, what I told you today about us, I never told you..okay?) Well yea, We talked about a lot of different things, a lot came up, and im glad I promised him something, it makes me feel more secure about things. Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In sadder news, Matt and Kim broke up. :*( I’m sorry Kim, I still would love to be your friend, and I know you’ll find someone who will love you just as much as you love him. I wish there was something I could do to make things better, but honestly there’s nothing I could do. I &amp;lt;3 you. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That’s bout all for now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Doesn’t everything &lt;em&gt;seem &lt;/em&gt;okay?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2004 22:37:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Went to Adam’s today, before I left I saw Matt too. As well I saw matt yesterday, but I don’t feel like explaining yesterday, I don’t feel like talking bout today either. Heh. O well, I just got to say that I have a bruise on my leg from getting hit with a pellet gun, hah. &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is okay. : / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on my phone cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921536/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..A purple antenna, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1955041/297200&quot; width=&quot;50&quot; height=&quot;120&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tis all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2004 13:08:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v327/oldskoolicon/adoptables/herpes.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/sweet324/43003.html&quot;&gt;Adopt your own Old Skool Adoptable!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao! I Had to post that it was too funny not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is like no one online, and im bored as hell. I guess that’s what I get for waking up at 8:30, I had a wicked weird dream that I was teaching a parrot to say ‘Ello Chopper’, that’s sad when I dream about saying that. &lt;br /&gt;	I miss Emily a lot. -sniffle-. I never get to see my wifey.   :(, But as for talking to me yesterday Emily..thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it im bored and thirsty, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2004 03:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well Today was..interesting. Saw some old faces, I met Ashley and Steph at the dollar store, and we walked over where Matt and Adam live, to see if someone we knew was around, we saw Adam outside, and it started down pouring so we went inside. And soon, it stopped and Matt was there, So we went into the back and played some kick ball, for about 5 minutes, then went inside and played some cards, me and Adam cheated..but shh. :). Then later we left, and walked back to Ashley’s and her dad brought us to the Lala, where Wayne, Andy Mosca, and some other kid from hende. Wayne left us about 438958940 times, to go see Amanda Renfru and Missy Card, But whatever.  Then we saw lots of scary people, hobo&apos;s, and people who needed more clothes etc.  etc. etc...Then Andy gave me this Elmo poster thingy he won, he told me to hold it, and never wanted it back. So -shrug- it was nice to see a familiar face, we talked a little bit, as did with Wayne. Had a gross Carmel apple, and walked Wayne and Andy home sorta, gave hugs and kisses goodbye, and left. It was disappointing cause it was sorta un-fun I suppose. But nice to see some people. That’s it I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2004 19:18:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Im better, I swear. Things still arnt great, but for now im very content. Thank you Michael and Ashley. Yesterday, after school I went home with Ashley, and we went for a walk with Michael Blalock, because he is just so totally awesome. We met him at Tim Hortons, and talked for about ½ an hour, and then went to Tiouge lake, and just sat near the water and we all caught up, he is one phyco let me tell you, and he gets around. Im so proud of you Michael :). Then it was getting dark, and we were sitting on rocks for a hour and a ½, and I had to go pee, so we started walking again we went to Taco bell, we’re I finally got to go pee. :). I was a happy camper then, then we went into CVS and just looked around, and we walked like everywhere just acting like morons, good times good times. Then we went near Cvs where there’s a little unfinished park, and just sat and talked again. We did a lot of talking and laughing, I had a simple good time. It was exactly what I needed. Then we got picked up hugged mike goodbye, and then went back to Ashley’s, and got 13 hours of sleep, I guess we caught up on our lost sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I got picked up at 12:30 by my dad, and called Adam, he was acting strange, I hope it doesn’t last it was weird. Or maybe it was just me -shrugs-, Then he left to go to a water park, with Matt. O yea, Adam got fired..haha. Well Any who tonight I might go to the lala, with Ashley and Steph. I was really hoping to see my babeh. But -shrugs- ill have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NeverFeltSoXWarm: Dont give me oral&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: Please let me give you oral.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 00:03:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>No one’s the same, Everyone’s changed, School blows, All I have time for is homework, I have no life anymore, Im so frustrated, And..Every time im not thinking about something I begin to cry. I have cried six times today, im so stressed out about so many things. Im jealous, envious, and people this year in one term just..Suck. I haven’t been happy for more than three minutes in a day for the last week. When is this going to stop?  I have no more self control. I cant stop my self from crying anymore. All I know how to do is hate myself and cry.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2004 22:27:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today suck, and tomorrow will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you clicked it then you have to comment telling me which cover to buy for my phone, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921532/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Black I think is too blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921533/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921535/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty cool color. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921536/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921538/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the purple but Sabrina has the same cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921541/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ickky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921544/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueee and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921546/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light bluee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921549/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id want pink, but like a hawt pink this one is sorta blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921550/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the red too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921554/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921556/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one is hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921557/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too girlish pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921559/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921562/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1921564/297200&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; height=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White..this could get messy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;br /&gt;love &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2004 22:40:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Everything. Sucks. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing is going right for me these days, honestly nobody cares. Or seem to anyways. What happened to best friends forever? Screw everyone, no one could give two shyts about anyone else unless their happy. People’s ego’s have been bothering me lately, everyone self loving and conceded, I just want you all to &lt;b&gt;shut up&lt;/b&gt;. Get over yourself, and move on. And what’s with all the backstabbing? If you don’t care anymore..well I still do if your wondering. Too much has been going on at once, with school, problems, and just people in general. This human species sucks. I just want everyone to be honest with me, to my face. Don’t be afraid of hurting me, you already did. There’s two people that are making my life somewhat decent. Thank you.. I give up with trying to make a point. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can&apos;t things be simple again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2004 22:32:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel petty..</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2004 23:10:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Summer...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Highlights:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Night’s in Adam’s pool.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Fliffle Ball.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Falling in love over and over again &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Having so many good times. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Fair with Emily&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Sandy bottom rd. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Losing my mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Up all night with Kristyn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Lots of Laughs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Down’s:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-My friend’s daddy dying.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-My other Friends Mommy dying. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-My friend’s dad being sick. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-My uncle having a heart attack.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-People being A$$holes. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Fights&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Being depressed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Not solving my huge problem.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Not seeing some of my friends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;School is a change. 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade sucked. 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, hopefully will rock. :) Sophomores’s. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P3yce&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2004 02:43:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Mhm. Today was pretty cool, I guess. Started out really crappy, Adam and me got into a mishap, his fault 100%, he did the most typical guy thing everr. I was wicked rip-shyt, ask Ashley, or Emily (I’ll talk to you about the conversation between us later, and no I haven’t lost my mind...well sorta) So what was I talking about? O yea, today..Uh, yea I went back home from Ashley’s I slept over last night, and then got ready and talked to my Wifey on the phone, and then called Adam. Had a really serious conversation with him, and got it through his thick head what he did was totally &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;, and he finally realized that what he did really hurt me. So he finally convinced me to come over his house, as planned. His dad picked me up at my house because my parents went to New Hampshire for a party, and they were gone all day. So when we got to Adam’s. house, we played mini golf on his play station...he whooped my ass. Then we played something called like..Destruction derby? Its this game were you hit cars into each other..again he kicked my ass. It was fun though. I made it clear I was still upset, he got me presents though. Which did give him brownie points, he got me this jumbo deck of playing cards (Don’t ask), and he got me this little beanie bunny, its cute just because he got it for me. Then Ashley called me, and we met her and Steph at Tim Horton’s. I got a freaking huge bug bite on my forehead, and like everywhere else by walking to Tim Horton’s through the woods. Then we got some iced coffee and then we all left back to Adam’s and played some fliffle ball, soccer, basketball, and some card games with my new jumbo cards. Then we had to go, and we walked back to Ashley’s where steph got picked up and me and Ash got boughten to my house, where no one is home :). Its great. My brother is working all night, and my rents are out in New Hampshire until morning at a party, me and Ashley are blasting the music and dancing around, we are making the best of the last night of summer vacation. -Emo tear- Well im sorta ready to go back, with one book sorta read, and some of my school supplies, and some new clothes. Okay maybe im not as ready I thought, o well. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ciao. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/p&gt;


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.001. ] Name: Amanda
.002. ] Gender: Female
.003. ] Age: 15
.004. ] Birthday: March 17th 
.005. ] Height: 5&apos;2ish
.006. ] Hair color: Brown
.007. ] Eye color: Blue
.008. ] Race: White Crackah
.009. ] Is your hair long or short: Long..ish.
.010. ] Repping: c-town! -bobs head-
.011. ] Zodiac sign: Pieces 
.012. ] How many languages do you know: Kinda Spanish, and sorta English.
.013. ] Nationality: I have no clue. Cow?
.014. ] Pierces you have: One..each ear.
.015. ] Pierces you want: 2 more on my ears. That’s it for now.
.016. ] Tattoos you have: None.
.017. ] Tattoos you want: Just a small one, don’t know what of yet.
.018. ] Today&apos;s date: August 27th. Happy anniversary Sean &amp; Emily &amp;lt;3
.019. ] The time: 10:46 p.m. P-I-0-M-P


» S C H O O L «


.020. ] Are you still in school: Mhm. 
.021. ] Did you drop out: Yes. I mean..no.
.022. ] Favorite grade: 6th, and 8th.
.023. ] Least favorite grade: 7th, it was sorta the beginning of my awkward stage.
.024. ] Favorite teacher : Ms. Fram. Fer sher.
.025. ] Least favorite teacher: Mrs. Proulx, haha. (Im going to go with Emily on that one)
.026. ] Favorite subject: Lunch. Yum.
.027. ] Least favorite subject: Math
.028. ] Do/did you buy lunch or bring it: Usually neither, I Never have money. $$$
.029. ] Play any sports on the school&apos;s team: Yes I play tonsil tennis. It’s a great sport. ;)
.030. ] Are/were you popular: No. Popular people over overrated.
.031. ] Most humiliating moment: Ugh..

» F A V O R I T E «


.032. ] Number: 8
.033. ] Clothing brand: Don’t have one, whatever looks okay.
.034. ] Shoes: Vans, or Etnies, whatever fits.
.035. ] Saying: Jesus owns you. &amp;lt;3
.036. ] Tv show: Degrassi. :)
.037. ] Sport: A rousing game of fliffle ball in Adam’s backyard. 
.038. ] Vegetable: Chicken. :).039. ] Fruit: Cheese.
.040. ] Movie: The butterfly effect.
.041. ] Magazine: dunno.
.042. ] Candy: Swedish fish.
.043. ] Gum: Orbit, or winterfresh
.044. ] Scent: Curve. -#######- 
.045. ] Ice cream flavor: Cookie Dough
.046. ] Color: Hot pink
.047. ] Season: Winter
.048. ] Holiday: Halloween
.049. ] Type of music: Anything, except Country.
.050. ] Thing in your room: My bed. ;) (Go with Emily on that one)
.051. ] Bands: Don’t go there.
.052. ] Books: -shrugs-
.053. ] TV channel: 105 Noggin. 
.054. ] Junk food: Tortilla chips and CHEESE
.055. ] Overall food: Mashed Potatoes. Fer sher.
.056. ] Shoe brand: SHOE YAY!
.057. ] Fast food: Taco bell, I ruv taco bell. 
.058. ] Restaurant: Tim Horton’s..how sad.
.059. ] Shape: Your ass.
.060. ] Time of day: Nighty Night.
.061. ] Country: Europe.
.062. ] State: Yo’mamma
.063. ] Boys name: Daimon, or Alex.
.064. ] Girls name: Never thought about it, something exotic I suppose.
.065. ] Mall: Providence Place. Heaven..
.066. ] Car: A red one. :)
.067. ] Word: W3rd. 
.068. ] Month: January
.069. ] Disney character: Dopey.
.070. ] Scary movie: Never seen a real scary one. Prolly the first time I saw the ring.


» T H I S OR T H A T «


.071. ] Rock or rap: Rock
.072. ] Rock or pop: Rock
.073. ] Rock or r&amp;b: Rock
.074. ] Rap or pop: Pop I guess.
.075. ] Rap or r&amp;b: r&amp;b.
.076. ] Rap or metal: Rap, -blushes-
.077. ] Pop or r&amp;b: r&amp;b
.078. ] Pop or metal: Pop.
.079. ] r&amp;b or metal: R&amp;B ..I don’t like metal that much.
.080. ] Selena or J.lo: Selena, because I really hate Jlo.081. ] Hot or cold: Cold
.082. ] Winter or summer: Winter
.083. ] Spring or fall: Fall
.084. ] Shakira or Britney: Shakira, cause she can shake her bootay.
.085. ] MTV or VH1: VH1
.086. ] Football or basketball: Football, yum..Guys in tight pants, getting all dirty.
.087. ] Skiing or snowboarding: Haven’t tried neither.
.088. ] Rollarblading or skateboarding: Skateboarding down hills..on my ass. :X
.089. ] Black or white: Black
.090. ] Orange or red: Red
.091. ] Yellow or green: Green
.092. ] purple or pink: Pink
.093. ] Inside or outside: Mostly I like the inside, but outside can have it’s good points..
.094. ] Weed or alcohol: Alcohol
.095. ] Cell phone or pager: Cell phone..who even uses a pager anymore. 
.096. ] Powerpuff Girls or Charlie&apos;s Angels: Charlie’s Angels. POW!
.097. ] Scooby doo or dino: Scooby Scooby DOO!
.098. ] Tattoos or piercinqs: Piercings
.099. ] Coke or pepsi: Coke
.100. ] Flowers or candy: Both are good, but I don’t like flowers because they die. At least when candy dies, its you enjoying every minute of its death. But flowers are pretty.
.101. ] Tall or short: Me..im short. He..like um tall.




» H A V E / W O U L D Y O U E V E R . . «


.102. ] Pictured your crush naked?: Uh..have
.103. ] Actually seen your crush naked: No nakedness for me. 
.104. ] Been in love: Am.
.105. ] Cried when someone died: Yes, sadly I have a heart. Sorry.
.106. ] Drank alcohol: Mhm.
.107. ] Lied: No. :)
.108. ] Eat crap for $1,000,000: Fear factor style babeh!
.109. ] Steal a friend&apos;s boyfriend/girlfriend: Id rather keep my friend. 
.110. ] Lie to the police: Yesh.
.111. ] Run from the police: Once, good times.
.112. ] Lie to your parents: No :)
.113. ] Walk up to a stranger and kiss them: Most likely, sounds like fun. :)
.114. ] Walk out of a restaurant without paying: Not a tip. Other wise, no.
.115. ] Flashed someone: Not willingly.
.116. ] Told the person you liked how you felt: What else would I tell them? 
.117. ] Gone to jail or juvi: My daddy calls me Juvi, because I’ve been there so many times.
.118. ] Stolen anything: Mhm.
.119. ] Wanted to kick my ass for making this so long: No, I wouldnt win..120. ] Kicked someone&apos;s ass: haha, Emily. Literally. ;)
.121. ] Broke a beer bottle: And damn, It felt goood.
.122. ] Gotten into a bar, under-aged: Yes suree.
.123. ] Kissed someone of the same sex: I liked it..a lot. ;)
.124. ] Gone on a road trip: Sorta. Not one I enjoyed.
.125. ] Gone on vacation without adult supervision: No. -emo tear-
.126. ] Been to a concert: -emo tear- no.
.127. ] Been to another country: No STOP DEPRESSING ME
.128. ] Talked back to an adult: :) 
.129. ] Got pulled over: Nope Nope
.130. ] Got in a car accident: I don’t drive and no I have never.
.131. ] Broke a law: Problaly.
.132. ] Given money to a homeless person: No, they’d just spend it on boose.
.134. ] Tried to kill yourself: Nope.
.135. ] Cried to get out of trouble: Yes
.136. ] Kissed a friend&apos;s brother or sister: Um..I don’t think so.
.137. ] Kissed a brother or sister&apos;s friend: Um..no. I would like to though :)
.138. ] Dropped something on the floor that you were cooking and let someone eat it anyways?: :X Yesh




» Y E S OR N O «



.195. ] Are you a vegetarian: Sorta, don’t eat that much meat.
.196. ] Do you like cows: Reppin
.197. ] Are you a bitch: Sometimes.
.198. ] Are you artistic: In bed ;)
.199. ] Do you write poetry: Sure do.
.200. ] Are you a fast runner: My boobs get in the way
.201. ] Can you ski: Never tried
.202. ] Are you British: I wish I was.
.203. ] Are you straight: Sorta..
.204. ] Are you stupid, insane, and another physically handicapped: All three. :)
.205. ] Are you fat: mhm.
.206. ] Are you short: mhm.
.207. ] Are you tall: no.
.208. ] Do you own a hot pink shirt: Just got it mo’fo..
.209. ] How about orange pants?  I used to. From limited too, when I used to fit into those pants.
.210. ] Are you evil: :)
.211. ] Is Britney a #####: Harsh arnt we? ################’fogjnrkgnrklr
.212. ] Am I annoying you: Sorta
.213. ] Are you secretly from another planet: Yes. 
214. ] Did you ever touch someone else&apos;s private parts: Lots of people. Seriously. 



» P R I V A T E «



.139. ] Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: Yes
.140. ] Do you have a crush: ELLO CHOPPER
.141. ] Do you love anyone right now: &amp;lt;3 :)
.142. ] Have you ever been in love: am.
.143. ] How many people have you kissed: I don’t know, itd be pathectic if I counted. 1..2..3..
.144. ] Who was your first kiss:Uh..Ashely.
.145. ] How many hearts have you broken: Couple, no big deal
.146. ] How many people broke your heart: No one :)
.147. ] Best quote to sum up love: Love is like.. Uh.
.148. ] So what is your bf/gf/crush like: Mexican?
.149. ] Do you have a picture of him/her: Mhm.
.150. ] Please post it if you do: how bout..no?
.151. ] Do you have a picture of yourself: Yup.
.152. ] Please post it if you do: DIE
.153. ] Do you go by looks or personality: Personality then looks. (Agreed)
.154. ] Ever kiss a friend: Lot’s
.155. ] Are you still friends: Yes
.156. ] So moving along . . . do you smoke: Moving along..No asshat...haha
.157. ] Do you smoke weed: All tha tyme. STRAIGHT EDGE hahahahah
.158. ] Crack, ######, anything else: everything the world grows. Leafs too
.159. ] Beer good or beer bad: Beer bad.
.160. ] Are you the sissy who drinks wine coolers: Yesh and proud of it. 
.161. ] Do you like smirnoff ice: Sure do.
.162. ] Prefer beer or liquor: Liquor. &amp;lt;3
.163. ] What kind of cigarettes do you smoke: The canndy ones :)
.164. ] Are you a virgin: Yesh
.165. ] If not, when was the last time you got some: Last night. ;)



» W H A T D I D Y O U D O «


.215. ] Last birthday: Partay..don’t ask.
.216. ] Yesterday: Went out to eat, got really pissed, flipped someone off, and they called me a F’in #####. -shrugs-
.217. ] Last weekend: Florida.
.218. ] Christmas: Opened up gifts.
.219. ] Thanksgiving: Watched a marathon of buffy, sadly.
.220. ] New year&apos;s: Absolutly nothing, worst new years ever..221. ] Halloween: haha. Mario, shell station. Raped, wayne.
.222. ] Easter: Candy
.223. ] Valentine&apos;s day: Mexican puppy



» T H E L A S T . . «


.224. ] Thing you ate: Ketttle corn
.225. ] Thing you drank: Propel water
.226. ] Thing you wore: Adam’s shirt, mem’s shorts. I own NOTHING
.227. ] Place you went: Adam’s &amp;lt;3
.228. ] Thing you got pierced/tattooed: Ears
.229. ] Person you saw: Ashley/Adam/Steph
.230. ] Person you kissed: Adam
.231. ] Person you ######: Everyone..######## or what?
.233. ] Song you heard: Dry your eyes- the streets
.234. ] Person you hugged: Adam..or was it steph. Adam it’s a happier thought.
.235. ] Person you instant messaged: Uh..Kristyn.
.236. ] Person you laughed with: Ashley/Adam



» N O W «


.237. ] What are you eating: Spit..yes its chewable. :)
.238. ] What are you drinking: Saliva 
.239. ] What are you wearing: Clothes...I mean nothing ;)
.240. ] Any shoes on: Nope. 
.241. ] Hair: Up messy
.242. ] Listening to: CD
.243. ] Talking to anyone: Myself
.244. ] Are you pissed I made this so long: Ashley is.



» O P I N I O N S«


.245. ] What do you think...about pop music: Its ight.
.246. ] About boy bands: Over Rated.
.247. ] About flag burning: WARMTH.
.248. ] Of the war on terrorists: Queer, everyone should just hug.
.249. ] About suicide: Stupid.
.250. ] About abortion: Im not for it, whatever with everyone else..251. ] Where do you think you&apos;ll be in 10 years: Somewhere.
.252. ] Who do you think you&apos;ll still be friends with in 5 years: People. Or nobdy. IM ALL ALONE


» F I N A L Q U E S T I O N S «



.253. ] I want: something
.254. ] I wish: Adam didnt do what he did.
.255. ] I love: Adam
.256. ] I miss: -shrugs- I forgot. 
.257. ] I fear: Ashley.
.258. ] I hear: My radio..
.259. ] I wonder: Why. 
.260. ] How do you know its love?: Don’t ask me questions you cant answer. Its just something that..happens.
.261. ] If you could be any kids character, who would you be: Miss. Muffet
.262. ] If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would you eat: Food.
.263. ] Do you remember any of your dreams: Um. Yesh
.264. ] Do you dream in color or black and white: Color. 
.265. ] Do you admit when you need help with a problem: Sometimes.
.266. ] Can people read you like a book: Some can. 
.267. ] What&apos;s your biggest fear: Being alone.
.268. ] Do you talk a lot: Yes.
.269. ] Are you afraid of clowns: :) Clowns are my friends. 
.270. ] Do you like spiders: No, they erk me.
.271. ] How about grape kool-aid: Nah
.272. ] Can you drive: Hahaha
.273. ] Are you spoiled: I suppose.
.274. ] Are you anti-social: With certain people.
.275. ] Do you see dumb people: All the tyme. W3rd
.276. ] Do you see dead people: Fer sher.
.277. ] Any last words: ... ELLO CHOPPER GUNG GUNG
.278. ] Now that this is over, what are you going to do: Ashley. CIAO!</description>
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  <description>Doot ta Doot, yesterday I talked on the phone with Adam for 7 hours on the phone, that must be like a record or something. And I talked to my wifey, :). (haha the jelly bean joke), Then around 6:30ish, I went over Adam’s, and we played some mini golf on his play station, he’s had the game for almost 4 months and I beat him first try, o yes I am that good. Then we played 007 on Nintendo 64 he whooped my ass at that game, but that’s only because I suck at shooting games, guns erk me anyhow. Then his Dad and Mom dropped us off at the movies, and we went to go see ‘without a paddle’ but there was so many people in there, so me and Adam decided to go into another movie, so we went into ‘Alien vs. Predator’, and it was totally empty ;), we sat in the way back, and as soon as the lights went off, 4 kids came in and sat two rows in front of us. To top that off, and guy that works there came in with a flashlight, and asked us to show him our tickets, he made us go back to ‘Without a paddle’ which is so totally queer because there both PG13 and I paid the same, so what does it matter? So freaking stupid. So we saw that movie, it was okay. I don’t really like stupid comedy’s. Well any who, after the movie his dad picked us up, and dropped me off. And that was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tis all. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</description>
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  <description>Screw Florida, today was better. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my baby. &amp;lt;3 I haven’t seen him for a whole week. I don’t know how I did it. I managed. I miss him again though..is that sad? But any who, today I went over Adam’s with Kim and Matt, we played some fliffle ball and than headed to Matt’s, where I had a wonderful time. Enough Said.&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much, I don’t know what I’d do without him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I feel like loser, becuase I only got one comment while gone. Meh, maybe I am a loser.</description>
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  <description>Me and Ashley are leaving tomorrow for florida. We will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emo face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1778162/297200&quot; width=&quot;352&quot; height=&quot;288&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me some loveing to come home too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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