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  <title>The Anna Nichole Show</title>
  <subtitle>Anna</subtitle>
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    <name>The Anna Nichole Show</name>
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  <updated>2005-10-12T02:12:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:annanichole06:129860</id>
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    <title>Oh gosh....it's funny how somewhat accurate this is...</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T02:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-12T02:12:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How do they do it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;table&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td valign="top" width="255" height="600"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DBLDf.gif" name="thebigpicture10"&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td valign="top"&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;The Priss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;eliberate&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;rutal&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;reamer (&lt;font shmolor="red"&gt;DBLDf&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. &lt;i&gt;Excuse&lt;/i&gt; me. The &lt;b&gt;Priss&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also &lt;i&gt;excellent&lt;/i&gt; at redirecting internal negative energy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;center&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="5" align="right" bgshmolor="#bbbbbb" border="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr height="20"&gt;  &lt;td align="middle" bgshmolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Playstation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img border="1" hspace="3" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RGSMf_thumb.gif" vspace="7"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Gentle&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Sex&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Master&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady &amp; long-term. And soothing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Playboy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Manchild&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid="&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queen1287&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's that time again...</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T14:47:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T14:47:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.channelcincinnati.com/blitz5/index.html"&gt;http://www.channelcincinnati.com/blitz5/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Monroe for the game of the week. Although it looks like we're not going to win.</content>
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    <title>Soundtrack of my Life</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T01:10:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T01:10:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Life: The Soundtrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Opening credits:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;This is the story of  girl-Fuel [I think.] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Perfect Day.Hoku &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Average day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;With a Little Help From My Friends-The Beatles &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;So Impossible.Dashboard Confessional &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Falling in love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rest of My Life-Blessed Union of Souls &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The Kiss-Tristan Prettyman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fight scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Girl Fight.Brooke Valentine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't know. I don't break up. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Therefore, I don't get back together. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Secret love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;For you to Notice.Dashboard Confessional &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Life's okay:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't Worry 'Bout a Thing.SheDaisy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Mental breakdown:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Welcome to My Life.Simple Plan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Driving:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Down.Something Corporate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Learning a lesson:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Breathe-Annas Nalick &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Deep thought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;When I'm Gone.Brian Vander Ark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Photograph.Nickleback-I just like the song. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Partying:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;In da club? Though I do hate clubs, they're dirty. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy dance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Barbie Girl.Aqua &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Regreting:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Untitled.Simple Plan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Long night alone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Grey Street.Dave Matthews &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Death scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have loved you.Jewsica Simpson &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Closing credits:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anna Nicole Show.Theme Song &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S875/Your_Life:_The_Soundtrack.html" title="Your Life: The Soundtrack"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Homecoming 2005....</title>
    <published>2005-10-08T16:37:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-08T16:37:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, what a splendid occassion. The boys won last night!!! It was stellar and I was so happy for them. It is hard to come back after your first loss, and and so I'm glad they were able to focus and get it done. Even with everything against them...I mean they had a few good players just barely coming off injuries and Tad got hurt in the beginning of the game so he couldn't QB.  They handled it though. They were awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on Homecoming court was really nice.  You don't really think it's important or nothing....but then when you think about how nice it is of people to think of you when they could have been thinking of like 50 other people...it's nice. It makes you really continue to appreciate everyone in your life...even if they're just people you sometimes see in the hallway and say Hi to, or people you beging small talk with or people you compliment just one time. I really love the people at Monroe and so it is good to know that they would think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance is tonight and I don't have a date. Cray finally decided to go, so that's good. I wouldn't have wanted to do the Court dance by myself.  Today is going to be the most relaxed formal occassion day I've ever had. I'm not getting my hair done until 2:00...and then I'm getting carryout from Taco Bell and eating at lindsays in our PJs until like 10 til, then we're going straight to the dance, lol. It's going to be nice. Stress-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior homecoming.  The last one.  I'm such a big girl now.</content>
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    <title>**tears**</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T01:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T01:50:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so bummed about hc. I went shopping today and when I go shopping I HAVE to have sa second opinion. Today the only person available was Daddy. Which is kinda fine...because he's got the plastic. But also not cool...because he can't sand shopping for more than an hour, and he hasn't good taste. So I ended up leaving with the first dress HE found. It's not the best. I haven't anything to wear it with. I had a dress picked  out. It's so beautiful. And it would be so easy for my date to match:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=10803210&amp;SectionID=5000"&gt;http://eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=10803210&amp;SectionID=5000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have it in my size. And the latter part is irrelevant because I never got a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to play in the powderpuff game. Again. And I'm actually healthy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy and I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>I need to update.</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T03:35:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-01T03:35:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just think that I should for once write about teh good things in life.  I have been complaining alot lately, and that is wrong. I am a very lucky person and I've got a good life. I can't complain. But I still do. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so  SO  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happy to be playing soccer again. Now, I get frustrated with myself sometimes...but I am never &lt;u&gt;not happy&lt;/u&gt;.  I cried and prayed and hoped for this opportunity so many times for soooo long.  No one could possibly imagine how often the desire to play ate away at me. I was ALWAYS thinking about it. God was so good to me in granting me a wierd string of events taht have allowed me to play and I am so appreciative. Soccer makes me happy always. When I'm at school....I can daydream about practice to pass the time. When I'm at practice, I can learn so much from my team and coaches and it's always a pleasure to be with those girls. They are so funny, smart, talented, and motivating.  I am really glad taht they never show their frustration with me. They are always cheering me on, even when I consistantly mess up...they are just pushing me to do better. I know most teams wouldn't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many minutes I don't play, nor how many goals I don't score...every second of soccer is a blessing that I will forever remember and forever be grateful for. I just wanted to make that clear. Mainly because when I suffer from withdrawals, as I am now....I can become very emotional and say things I don't mean.  But this entry is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, and thank you for making my life so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>annanichole06 @ 2005-09-27T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T02:09:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I want a goal.</content>
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    <title>YaY!!!</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T04:29:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-26T04:29:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MML Sports finally updated the standings for Lady Soccer.  The results are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the North:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrol   ---  &lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springboro -  &lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon  ---  15&lt;br /&gt;Miamisburg -  15&lt;br /&gt;Fairborn ---   3&lt;br /&gt;Greenville -   3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...And the South:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monroe  ---   18&lt;br /&gt;Fenwick ---   16&lt;br /&gt;Stebbins --    9&lt;br /&gt;Talawanda -    7&lt;br /&gt;Edgewood  -    6&lt;br /&gt;West Carrolton 3&lt;br /&gt;Franklin --    0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're winning the South and we're in the top three overall. But actually it's kind of scewed....because Fenwick is one conference game short of us.  I don't see how...since we still have a conference game to make up. I suppose they have two. Anyhow....so this is a super close season.  Our team goal was to win the MML this year, since last year we only won the south. I totally believe in my team, as long as they play with heart...they can do anything.  We have a couple big league games this week and they're both at home...Tuesday and Thursday at 7:30. You should come cheer them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>I've been trying to avoid livejournal....</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T00:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T00:55:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But this entry isn't about soccer, so I figured it's okay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I just need to vent about how much my family &lt;b&gt;SUCKS&lt;/b&gt;.  I've always been a family person, even though we're not your typical Brady bunch.  But I'm so sick of it now. I won't do it anymore. I CAN'T it's rediculously pointless.  There are so many instances that have generated the desire to change my attitude, but what happened tonight was the final straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Basically....I'm unimportant to this family.  Everyone else's want's and desires come even before MY &lt;i&gt;needs&lt;/i&gt;.  I just can't deal with it anymore either.  Like, right now since two of the cars have been totalled and my father and I are still paying for our medical bills,  We have to share three cars between the 5 of us.  I get last dibs on a car, no matter what the situation is.  If I need a car to get to school....and Victor needs a car to go play tennis with his friend...Victor gets the car.  And that isn't an over exaggeration either.  These are honestly things my family does to me. Like, once I was at school....and Victor wanted to go out. So  WITHOUT asking/telling me...my mother dropped him off at the school. He took my car.  And I didn't find out until I realized I was stranded at the school with no way home.  And then my good connections tell me he didn't even have the car with him because he was letting someone else drive it around they suppose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tonight...I wanted a car to go see my friend IN THE HOSPITAL.  No one would come get me from practice to take me there. I wanted to visit him for like...5 or 10 minutes, just so he didn't have to be alone.  Just so he knew people cared.  And Mr. Sleepy-voiced Ian who apparently 'wasn't' sleeping, wouldn't let me borrow the car because  he was "leaving right now". That was at 7:33. It's 8:43 right now and he's down stairs on his little game thingy.  I told him I'd fill up his tank. I told him I just wanted to go to the hospital for 5 minutes to see my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That's sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That's sweet to be so pathetically selfish that he would LIE to me just because the favor I wanted to badly didn't benefit him enough.  It left him with a happy sister and a full tank of gas....but apparently that's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Can anyone explain why they do this?  I've tried to just accept it and live with it because they are my FAMILY and I want to love them and be good to them regardless.  But it's just been biting me in the ass and wearing me down to deal with this everyday. Any favors. It's always give and not recieve. I know I shouldn't count but I am so tired of it.  Wnen people need $100 or even more, I'm the first person to give it to them. But when I ask for two dollars no one will spare me.  It's just little stuff like that. It just eats away at your self-worth. I mean I just want to understand why I am treated differently. I know everyone is mad at me because I've made our family poor but I'm SO TIRED of listening to that.  If you think about it....what could I have done?  If I was born with the fucking thing.... &lt;b&gt;WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE?&lt;/b&gt; Aborted myself?  If Ic ould make it any cheaper, I would. If I could pay for it, I would. Hell, If I could fucking GET RID OF IT, I would.  But I can't. And I am sick of being blamed for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know how I'm going to change. But I do know that I'm beigining to be a VERY miserable person and I choose not to be anymore.   I just know that I won't be speaking to my family anymore. Other than my father, since he's the only other one who's sick and the only one who makes me feel like it's okay.</content>
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    <title>annanichole06 @ 2005-09-08T23:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T03:33:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T03:33:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Maybe I'm almost finally ready to admit that soccer really was a stupid idea.</content>
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    <title>annanichole06 @ 2005-09-06T23:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-07T03:18:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-07T03:30:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One day all the pain will end.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:annanichole06:127157</id>
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    <title>I know no one wants to read a hundred million useless random facts about me</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T19:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T19:07:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...But I thought anything other than soccer would seem like a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Random:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to read... I like to read fashion magazines...&lt;br /&gt;Whats your middle name... Nichole&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite Movie... Legally Blonde, Spiderman, Anchorman...&lt;br /&gt;Cursive OR Print... Print.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Restaurant... I like any place that's nice and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in Love... definately not.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like New Found Glory... eh, they're fine I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do u sleep with a stuff animal... I have a teddy bear that stays on my bead.&lt;br /&gt;Do u like snowballs... ohmygosh NO. I hate snow.&lt;br /&gt;Are u in school... yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do u like to swim... No.&lt;br /&gt;Are u funny... People say so. I don't make funny jokes or anything....but sometimes the way I act or the things I say are peculiar and so they make people laugh which causes them to chracterize me as "funny"&lt;br /&gt;What do u think of water... I like Brita water. I don't really like Ocean water. I LOVE rain water.&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever been to Maryland... no.&lt;br /&gt;Have u seen "chasing liberty"... I think a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::_:: The Last ::_::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Thing You Did Before Getting on the Computer:: I was fixing my makeup.&lt;br /&gt;• Person You Yelled at:: Victor. I didn't really yell, I don't yell often. But I spoke to him in a pissy tone because he waw acting like a selfish asshole which he's not one and it frustrates the hell out of me when people act like they're less than what they really are and that's how I speak to people who act like that.&lt;br /&gt;• Person You Hugged:: I'm sure it was a soccer player.&lt;br /&gt;• Person You IMed:: Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;• Time You Cleaned Your Room:: Mom does that.&lt;br /&gt;• Song You were Listening to:: Breath-Anna Nalick.&lt;br /&gt;• TV Show You Watched:: How Do I Look?&lt;br /&gt;• Movie You Watched:: Troy&lt;br /&gt;• Time You went to the Movies:: Uhh like a week before school Nick, Nate and I went to see "Wedding Crashers"&lt;br /&gt;• Time You Cried:: I don't.&lt;br /&gt;• You Took a Shower:: Last night.&lt;br /&gt;• Game you played:: Chain Murder Mystery.&lt;br /&gt;• Thing you ate:: Color-Changing Sweetarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underline the bands you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;3. Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;4. Thrice&lt;br /&gt;5. Thursday&lt;br /&gt;6. New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;7. Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;8. Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;9. My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;u&gt;Story Of The Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;u&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;15. Count The Stars&lt;br /&gt;16. Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;17. Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;18. Green Day&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;u&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;21. Mest&lt;br /&gt;22. Rufio&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;u&gt;The Starting Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;u&gt;The Used&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Lit&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;u&gt;The Ataris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;28. Spitalfield&lt;br /&gt;29. Wakefield&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;u&gt;Something Coporate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**...not that I don't like the other bands at all, just I like these most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Sk8 Shirts:: No.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Sk8 Shoes:: No.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Surfing Shirts:: no.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Biking Shirts:: no.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear a Watch:: Not lately.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you cover your arm with rubber braclets:: No.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Necklaces:: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear a Livestrong Armband:: I broke mine too.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear more then one shirt at a time:: Soemtimes.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Boxers or Briefs or Underwear:: Panties.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Hair Up or Down on Girls:: down.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Wrist Bands:: Yes, I have a lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Long or Short Socks:: short.&lt;br /&gt;{{•}} Do you wear Coats or SweatShirts:: both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Things that attract you to the opposite sex:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks or Personality:|: Hm, well the personality must be what &lt;i&gt;attracts&lt;/i&gt; me to them initially. But if they were ugly I probably wouldn't be able to go through with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Tall or Short:|: Tall.&lt;br /&gt;Facial hair or None:|: I don't care. I'll probably lean a little towards none. But some guys look better with a little 5 o'clock going on.&lt;br /&gt;Long hair or Short:|: short.&lt;br /&gt;Wavy or Straight Hair:|: straight.&lt;br /&gt;Blond or Brunette:|: Hmm, I don't know. Probably Brunette.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy or Good Boy:|: Good.&lt;br /&gt;Tan or not:|: I'd rather them not be ghostly pale.&lt;br /&gt;Muscular or just Fit:|: Muscle is nice. Bulging muscle is not.&lt;br /&gt;Nice Stomach or Nice Arms:|: stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Sk8er or Preppy:|: Preppy. I don't go for the "sk8er boi" Or whatever. :-P&lt;br /&gt;Flirty or Shy:|: Uhhh probably flirty. Shy people make me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing or Laid back:|: They'd have to be both at the appropriate times.&lt;br /&gt;Freckles or None:|: I'd prefer none.&lt;br /&gt;Piercings or None:|: I'd prefer none.&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs:|: Boxers.</content>
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    <title>Tonight was my first Home Game.</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T02:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T02:12:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And there's nothing really I can say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I'll say this...it wasn't what I imagined. What I imagined SO many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh well. Guess reality is just more realistic.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>After Two Long Years....</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T15:49:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T15:49:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's here.  Today is my first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really nervous. So I'm glad it's away.  Because the game I'm REALLY excited about is our first home game. Thursday. So I'm hoping I can get all my nervous energy out tonight and be better by Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just good.   This is just a really good thing that's happening. And I am really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>What a good couple of days.</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T02:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T02:31:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night we had a scrimmage. It was nice. Monroe won. It was a good game for me. It was the first time I ever felt like I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; be getting better. It wasn't anything big. I mean I still screwed up royally many, many times. I did all things wrong. I mean I might just be imagining things. Maybe I'm not better.  But for some reason, last night I felt a slight change. I wasn't completely disappointed in every moment of the game.  The skill still isn't there(...yet?), but it was like I was learning how to &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt; like a soccer player again, which makes a big difference. I mean, at least it means I'm on the right track. I knew where to put the ball...even if my foot wasn't capable of putting it there. And I knew where I needed to be...even though I was too slow to get there. I was almost ALWAYS there to take the shot...to &lt;b&gt;miss&lt;/b&gt; the shot, but I took them. Last scrimmage, I didn't. So if there are changes, they are subtle. Still, it's better than getting worse. It's better than no change at all. It gives me a little bit of faith again; reassures me that this IS an actual possibility and I'm not rediculous to risk my life for something I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer makes me really happy.  My teamates make me really happy. The meet-the-team made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have nothing. So I can't decide what I should do. I either need to prasctice...take this opportunity to make myself better. Or I need to rest my right leg and left foot.  Mr. Day said the muscle in my right thigh is strained, so it's best to ice it and rest it. I don't know what the hell happened to my foot. But it doesn't feel like running and shooting with it is helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should rest until noon, and then practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-n-half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... I'm sorry. You don't care. But I have to just talk about it. Because it's important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>MONROE FOOTBALL</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T02:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T02:06:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anyone wants to go to Monroe's first game this season, Bob Kelly is getting a charter bus to take people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a sweet idea to me, you get out of driving two hours, and you get to see a great game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys look wonderful this season.  Let me know if you want to go. It's next Friday.</content>
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    <title>We have a really good community.</title>
    <published>2005-08-15T20:32:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I love Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to live in a town where people care about each other and root for each other during the difficult times.  We're lucky that we have people to understand us when we aren't doing so well. I hope all Monroeans realize how blessed we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>I've got the song "Hear You Me" stuck in my head.</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T20:56:19Z</published>
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    <lj:music>"Hear You Me"....in my head.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't recently heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop singing it.</content>
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    <title>I don't know why I care about soccer so much.</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T17:09:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T17:09:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's not just &lt;i&gt;soccer&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, it does make me very happy and I do have a great passion for it. It's just there are some other things too. It kind of represents alot.  I was told I'd never play soccer again. And now I am.I grieved and grieved many nights for a long time over and people told me to let it go but I didn't, and it paid off. I imagined the day I'd play again so many times, and now it's here. This all symbolizes the idea thta I'm okay...that everything's going to be alright; that good things can happen and I can be happy. It's just a really good ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made JV and Varsity. Or, as Jen so wonderfully puts it: "swinger". That means I wasn't good enough for Varisty, but she felt bad for me so she'll let me dress. Which is super sweet of her. I was really upset the first two days after I found out. I mean if I would have thought about it before hand, like..."hmmm, I wonder what I'll make...", I would have probably concluded either JV or swinger. But, I didn't think about it. Well, first off, I didn't think Seniors were allowed to play JV. I thought there was a rule?  And secondly, I thought all of twoadays were tryouts. So I thought I still had a whole extra week to give my all and improve. So Jen just caught me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's humiliating to be a Senior playing JV. To be on the outside looking in on that....I can see if people would make fun. But I think it's good for me. I'm so far behind...I have alot to learn and I can learn from the JV girls. I just want to play soccer.  And I honestly don't &lt;i&gt;deserve&lt;/i&gt; to be on varsity. Not yet anyways. I am going to keep practicing everyday and hopefully eventually something will click. I would like to score one varsity goal this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are going to miss my first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me sad. That makes me cry. But I probably won't actually have playing time. And if I did, it WOULDN'T be very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>Oh I forgot to mention...</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T19:22:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Successful weenie roast last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that I was late and tired and not very people-persony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And except for the fact that Matthew didn't roast my teenie weenies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did make me one bun-sized weenie, however and it was very good. And I roasted a few myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Hesson just couldn't keep his hands of of the other boys' weenies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't post taht on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah...good WR #4!</content>
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    <title>I'm such a bitch anymore</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T16:08:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">And there's no reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are to good to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't enough energy to return the favor.</content>
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    <title>"...you've got a heart of gold."</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T18:09:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">"so I know you can do it."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's another good thing about soccer.</content>
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    <title>Soccer.</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T02:07:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T02:07:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not going to post my normal negative rantings tonight. I'm only going to talk abou tthe positives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my mile from 10:31 to 8:00. Eight minutes isn't fast. It isn't even decent. But I was almost proud of myself on that second run. I wasn't really proud of the results, but was kind of proud of the effort. I treated soccer like it was the only thing that mattered in life. Three times a day I would run. And that was back when I had a job. I wasn't good; but I &lt;i&gt;improved&lt;/i&gt;. I improved a great deal. As far as I knew.... I was on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coach and I have a much better relationship now. I respect her. Before when my ability to play was deteriorating and I didn't know about the AVM, I just wanted someone to blame for me being benched. I was so immature and I wasn't about to say that I wasn't good enough and I didn't deserve to play. But inside I knew she was a GREAT coach and she did what was best for the team. Now I just love her and I will treat her how she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Hesson is not only a great athlete, but she's a great &lt;u&gt;teamate&lt;/u&gt;.  She's so talented and nothing I do could ever really impress her....but she still notices my effort and tries to make me feel better about. She gives me the boost I need because it's good to get compliments especially from someone like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soccer is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the dumbest decision I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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    <title>Stolen from curlietoes</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T13:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T13:05:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One little compliment can make you feel amazing. &lt;br /&gt;So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. &lt;br /&gt;Put this in your journal. &lt;br /&gt;And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind how great you are.</content>
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    <title>"...Twoadays are better than neveragainfortherestofyourlife."</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T02:31:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T02:31:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soccer was HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of it. I am sooooo out of it. And headballs....HOLYGOODNESS. I never before thought about how much pain that would bring me. (It brings much.)And there's just....so much thinking involved and...wow. When you play, year round, 12 years, it just become natural. You don't have to think; it's instinct. But I swear today I looked like a chicken with it's head cut off. I was just so horrid. I've got mucvh to learn. ALOT of catching up to do. It'll be hard, but I'm willing to work at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the timed 1.5 mile. I don't know that I'm ready for the 1.5. I haven't tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*</content>
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