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  <updated>2005-05-27T15:50:13Z</updated>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-05-27T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T15:50:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I graduated last night, weird.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:discolemonaide:8392</id>
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    <title>huh wah!</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T22:27:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T22:27:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, what to say...&lt;br /&gt;So it seems like so much is going on right now. But I guess it seems that way from the anticipation stress of things that will happen in the near future and things I want to happen in the near future. I am moving to California in June, and if you don't find out (this may be selfish), I don't care because you obviously don't. I haven't really told anyone but I'm sure word will get around and I think I have told the select few who will miss me/ever see me anyway. I went and had an interview, performed a monologue, and got me an agent. So maybe I will be the next David Hasslehoff. Except hopefully cuter and definitly female. Hmm what else. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to be very lonely I think. I have no friends in california and I have to start college. Scary stuff. My mom and I will be driving me out there with the car full of my things. She's going to leave the car with me so I can get to auditions and fly home. I hope she does ok without me here. Everyone take care of my mom and wish me luck, ok?&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my haircut and get it dyed all one color because right now it's black, blonde and pink. Then I have to get headshots to attach to my resume to take on auditions. It's going to be interesting even if I fail. I will live with my god parents in Simi Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is this weekend. I'm not really making a big deal over it, though I am going and I am stressed about it for some reason. DUN DUN DUN! At the risk of sounding repetitive...should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYMOND'S BIRTHDAY IS SATURDAY!!!! I GOT YOUR PRESENT!</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-03-24T16:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T22:40:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Got fired just now. I hate everything sometimes.</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-03-06T21:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T03:33:27Z</published>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-03-06T11:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T17:36:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=10411" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90D599" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-03-02T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T04:12:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T04:12:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"It's cool to take these chances, it's cool to fake romances"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to bed at night and I have trouble sleeping, I don't think I breathe in and out. That's all I let myself think. During the day I turn up the music and sing along...anything to not think. I can't shut it out though. I'm constantly sad. I miss him so much. So when I think I'm not thinking, this tear comes out. It's so frustrating, I can't even control myself.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are extremely frustrating right now. I can't seem to have anything I want. Can't get control of my social life at all. I feel like I need someone to take care of me SO bad, like until I find a guy, everything is totally off balance. It won't fill the hole tho will it?</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-02-19T00:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T06:01:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T06:01:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comment and ask me 6 questions about myself, anything you wish to know about me, random, crazy, deep, personal, anything, and I MUST answer truthfully.</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-02-14T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T02:17:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T02:17:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Tell me something obvious about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;    I am short.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell me something about yourself that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes I think for a long time what my life would be like with out me.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;    No one missing me when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you normally take the safe route or the shortcut?&lt;br /&gt;    shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the one thing you want the most that you can't buy with money?&lt;br /&gt;    I want my dad back.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most treasured possession?&lt;br /&gt;    I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do the most often?&lt;br /&gt;    I make other people feel badly about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me something about you sexually that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;    I like to have my face or neck touched when someone's kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tell me something about you sexually that everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;    I am VERY GOOD...just kidding. I can't think of anything everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite lie to tell?&lt;br /&gt;     when people say what's wrong? and I say I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;11. Name something you have done once that you can't wait to do again.&lt;br /&gt;     Go on a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you the jealous type?&lt;br /&gt;    If I like you at all, I am.&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the one person, place or thing that you can never say no to?&lt;br /&gt;     hmm. it's hard for me to say no in general. &lt;br /&gt;14. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;     my parents worked really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;    I would go out on 620 and just lay in the middle of the fast lane.&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;    bout 12 o'clock today.&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?&lt;br /&gt;     can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?&lt;br /&gt;    nope. well, I've never tried. I don't think I would.&lt;br /&gt;19. Name something embarrassing you did while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;    kneeled in a spilled drink.&lt;br /&gt;20. If you post this in your journal, do you want me to answer it?</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-02-01T19:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T01:20:48Z</published>
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You are a very bizarre person, to say the least.   You don't think the way most other people do.  And you probably don't really care.&lt;p&gt;

You defy convention, and probably really like burritos.  And you're very content with your life.  You're a ray of sunshine.  Piercing, bizarre end-of-the-world sunshine, but sunshine nonetheless.  While most people are going to college to be lawyers or accountants or something, you'd be just as happy working at Tippy's Taco Stand in San Dimas, CA.&lt;p&gt;

You probably have a really interesting car.  You definitely do not drive a Honda Civic.  There's a good chance that you smoke weed.  There's a good chance you sell it.&lt;p&gt;

Everybody worth anything likes you a lot.&lt;p&gt;

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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-01-27T08:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T14:04:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T14:04:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My tummy hurts. I have no appetite as of yesterday morning. AND I can't spell. ANNNDDDD now I have to go to school all crazy and shit. crazy tummy.</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-01-23T21:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T03:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T03:57:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's funny to me, when I think about it, that my car thinks that my bookbag is heavy enough to have to wear a seatbelt. I went to this model/actor search thingy because they sent me a letter from signing up for it in the mall...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I thought it was going to be this huge group of people, and it turned out to be a very small group. I would like to have an agency behind me. I would obviously like to go places. I gotta make it big somehow right? Well. I wonder how all the other kids scored with the agency, because the lady said I got a 4.8 out of 5 possible points of basically how bad they want me. I was really excited at first, but now I guess we will just see if this goes anywhere. I will not be an actress/waitress for the rest of my life. No. just no.</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-01-15T22:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-16T04:43:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T04:43:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFCDDD"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your Porn Star Name is: &lt;b&gt;Jenny Jiggles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Porn Star Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>Taco Bell or Taco HEEELLL???</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T02:43:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T02:43:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well today was a normalish day for me. I went to school, went to Taco Bell, then went to Krav Maga to hold up signs and take my class. &lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell was INSANE today. This man was ridiculous. First he told us we couldn't finish our order and we'd have to drive up because he ended the order in the computer, and when Chelsi said that it was bad customer service he told us at the window that we shouldn't be saying it was "shitty service". At which point I gracefully (I'm sure) leaned out Chelsi's window(she was driving) and told him all about how it was bad customer service to yell at us through the drive-through box thing, and we never said anything about "shitty", and he didn't need to be cursing at two young girls. He then suggested we go to another Taco Bell. So once we got our Lugi food I'm sure, Chelsi told him how he just lost his two most frequent customers, the asshole. AND he was the store manager...what IS that?!?  So THERE! We eat Taco Bell everyday! That's such a good habit too...&lt;br /&gt; So I wore a skirt to school today...a bit of a challenge for me because I'm a bit self conscious. And it was very helpfull that halfway through the day I realized while I was sitting down that the under part of my skirt, which makes the skirt NOT see-through, was totally hiked up. That made me feel GREAT. At least I had cute semi ass covering panties on. GOOD TIMES! boo. and that concludes my entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbatha</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2005-01-05T23:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T05:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-06T05:41:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Maybe that's the main reason we aren't friends anymore. It seems like it could be the root. Or maybe I am, although I am positive it's not one sided.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:discolemonaide:4600</id>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-23T23:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T05:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T05:41:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was listening to my dad's CD in the car and I just started crying.</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-22T20:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T02:23:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T02:44:20Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:discolemonaide:3860</id>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-15T11:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T17:29:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T17:29:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been feeling so down lately. Today I got repremanded for not having a calculator in chem, and I almost cried. It's ridiculous. I hate school, I can't stand being here, and all the stress and extra work. I don't sleep right. I don't know if I'm going to graduate on time. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm gonna try really hard, and get it done. I want to graduate and walk with my class.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-13T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T19:06:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T19:06:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A Scottish tourist at his first baseball game...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Scottish tourist attended his first baseball game in the US and after a base hit he hears the fans roaring "Run....Run!" &lt;br /&gt;The next batter connects heavily with the ball and the Scotsman stands up and roars with the crowd in his thick accent: "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-run will ya!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third batter hits a slam and again the Scotsman, obviously pleased with his knowledge of the game, screams "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run will ya!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next batter steadfastly holds his swing four times and as the ump calls a walk the Scotsman stands up and yells "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the surrounding fans giggle quietly and he sits down confused. A friendly fan, sensing his embarrassment, whispers to the Scotsman, "He doesn't have to run, he's got four balls." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this explanation the Scotsman stands up in disbelief and screams, "Walk with pr-r-ride man! Walk with pr-r-ride!!!!"</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-11T22:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T04:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T04:46:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's a beautiful, warm spring morning and a man and his wife are spending the day at the zoo. She's wearing a cute loose-fitting,pink spring dress, sleeveless with straps. He's wearing his normal jeans and a T-shirt. The zoo is not very busy this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walk through the ape exhibit, they pass in front of a very large hairy gorilla. Noticing the girl, the gorilla goes ape (no pun intended). He jumps up on the bars, and holding on with one hand (and 2 feet), he grunts and pounds his chest with his free hand. He is obviously excited at the pretty lady in the wavy dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, noticing the excitement, thinks this is funny. He suggests that his wife teases the poor fellow some more. The husband suggests she pucker her lips, wiggle her bottom at him, and play along. She does, and Mr. Gorilla gets even more excited making noises that would wake the dead. Then the husband suggests that she let one of her straps fall to show a little more skin. She does, and Mr. Gorilla is about to tear the bars down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now try lifting your dress up your thighs and sort of fan it at him," he says... This drives the gorilla absolutely crazy and he starts doing flips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the husband grabs his wife by the hair, rips open the door to the cage, slings her in with the gorilla and slams the cage door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, tell HIM you have a headache."</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-09T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T05:38:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T05:41:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tabba’s Christmas Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	Vans-www.vans.com- *Quincys-Black and White*, Shelbys-all black, CB Suns-Red and fog&lt;br /&gt;2.	Tilly’s-www.Tillys.com-White “skin” zip hoodie&lt;br /&gt;3.	**New cell phone**&lt;br /&gt;4.	New Dashboard CD, and Hilary Duff CDs&lt;br /&gt;5.	New socks- Black and white&lt;br /&gt;6.	cute Undies&lt;br /&gt;7.	dressy purse&lt;br /&gt;8.	Urban Decay-www.urbandecay.com- *Camouflage concealer Cloud cover light*, hot box mini makeup(smokin), Powder Shadow box(eye shadow), eye shadows- (lust, Asphyxia and Mildew)&lt;br /&gt;9.	Converse low top- black and white</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-06T13:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T19:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T19:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am tired of people who are silently pissed. I hate when people avoid me...if you don't like me or don't want to be around me, just say so. Don't walk the other way when you see me. I hate when someone gets mad, but they're too shy to say anything so they get someone else to say what they really wanted to say. That is all bull. If you're the one who has the problem, have the balls to say it. DO NOT make a statement to the public about the shit I've done wrong to you before you even hint to me that you're upset. That is bull. If you want to avoid me, be mad at me, be silent or have someone stick up for you, you first need to tell me what's wrong, why, and how I can fix it or keep from doing said thing in the future. Communication is not a bad thing. Saying what makes you mad doesn't make you a bitch. Holding on to it doesn't make you a bitch. I just want the respect of at least knowing what I did wrong. It's normal. It's right, just be brave...it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIST</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-12-02T10:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T17:01:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T17:01:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seems like this pain will never go away. I catch myself laughing sometimes, and it feels like I'm betraying my dad...like I'm forgetting or something. I could never forget. I can't believe he left us like that. It's so selfish. I wasn't done with him being there for me. I still need him. What the hell am I supposed to do now?</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-11-30T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-30T18:29:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-30T18:29:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God I miss my dad. It's like he just left for a trip or something...but there's this sometimes subtle and sometimes blaring reality that he's never coming back. He will never get to hold my first baby, or walk me down the aisle. Last night we were out to dinner, and Raymond said something mildly assholeish, which normally I wouldn't have cared, but for some reason it sent me over the edge. I went in the bathroom and cried. I feel so sorry for myself because I don't have a Dad. I just...don't have anyone like that to talk to. I knew him, and he knew me. We were made for eachother. Everyone knows I was his, and I'm just broken without him.</content>
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    <title>hmmm</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T21:10:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T21:10:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Tuesday night I got my nose and nipple pierced. My parents are mad to put it lightly. My dad and I haven't been talking, but we had a blow up today. He told me that now if something happens to him they won't take me as a blood donor. HMM. He says he didn't tell me that ahead of time because he wanted me to be able to make my own decision. As an adult or whatever... Gah. I think he actually just wanted to make me feel bad or he would have said something ahead of time. Well it worked. I felt really bad. I don't ever want it to be me that is the reason something goes wrong with him. I want him to be around forever. I love him so much.</content>
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    <title>discolemonaide @ 2004-08-23T20:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T01:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T01:43:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it. I just closed the freaking window on accident. There goes twenty minutes of typing. I will try to reconstruct it to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;I was saying how frustrated with school I was and how chem could go either way for me. I want the prius to be mine, but I'm not sure if that's me wanting the prius, or  just me wanting something, anything at all.</content>
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