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  <updated>2005-04-25T20:20:55Z</updated>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-04-24T20:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T03:01:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T20:20:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="8"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_dino__lyssa' lj:user='dino__lyssa' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://dino--lyssa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://dino--lyssa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;dino__lyssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:60189</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-04-19T20:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T03:47:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T03:49:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"ripchord" rilo kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow, things have changed. immensly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment about our friendship. anonymous, or not, it really doesn't matter. i need to be a better friend and no one seems to be able to tell me how to be to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. screened.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:53313</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-03-09T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T05:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T05:13:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"spring cleaning" bright eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm making this entry public so you can, if you want to, comment anonymously and say whatever you want. honestly. doitkthnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'll be back on monday.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:51067</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-26T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-26T21:43:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-26T21:44:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"feb. 15th" bright eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;i did the friends cut.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you got cut and you didn't want to be then comment on this entry. but maybe you should fucking read my entries from now on! i even made the font really big. kthnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, despite how i've been cleaning up after myself and i cleaned my room without being asked and blah blah blah my mother kept to her stupid little punishment and said i couldn't go to sara's. fucking gay. it might've actually been a fun night. hanging out with sara and eamon and then possibly going to jake's party later. &lt;b&gt;but no&lt;/b&gt;. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 of the diet went ok. it's hard to find stuff that's low in calories when you barely have anything to choose from though. so we're going grocery shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my fish, brianna and sara, tried to kill themselves today. i put all my fishies in a big bowl while i was cleaning out the tank and then i had to let the water in the tank sit for awhile so i went to take a shower and when i got back they had jumped out of the bowl and weren't moving. so i thought they were dead and went to dump them in the toilet and then they started swimming around in the toilet! but they swam down the hole and weren't coming back... so sadly, i just had to flush them :[.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a horrible pet owner. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i kept &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_heartbeep' lj:user='heartbeep' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://heartbeep.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://heartbeep.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;heartbeep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_laurisaur' lj:user='laurisaur' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laurisaur.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laurisaur.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laurisaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because they're both away from their computers. if you guys wanted to be taken off my list then just unadd me or something.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-08T10:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T18:07:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T17:57:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">friends only.&lt;br /&gt;comment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:46750</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-07T09:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T17:38:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T17:38:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">me: this class is fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;sara: what class?&lt;br /&gt;me: intro to web design. we can't go on lj.&lt;br /&gt;sara: why?!&lt;br /&gt;me: she says it's not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;sara: she's not necessary!&lt;br /&gt;me: i know. she's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed the night at sara's last night. and i look like shit. aww cute.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:46535</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-06T13:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T21:10:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T21:10:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">k, i fucking hate you. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to rini's the weeked of march 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... AND I WON'T MISS ANYONE :].</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:46259</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-04T09:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T17:57:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T18:13:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i'm in third period. web design. cool... or not. we haven't done anything except  answer questions, take notes, and write a paper! wtf. just kidding. we are starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is friday. yay. no junior high. i'm fucking dissapointed. i miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday abby is staying the night and sunday she's helping with the super bowl party. wow, my parents are lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driver's ed. was hellllla nasty last night. i barely watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hungry. lunch soon. now i have to finish writing my paper thing. kbye.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-03T10:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T18:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T18:11:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>we're not allowed to listen to music in this class. wtf.a!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Image014.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-02T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T01:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T01:48:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">maybe i'll quit trying to be friends with you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellevoix:45329</id>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-02T10:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T18:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T18:16:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no ipod :[. it totally would've gone with my computer too.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i'm in third period right now. everyone has brand new eMac computers. they're hecka tight. seriously. the mouse is like a little bubble with no buttons. and then you click on the place where the button would be and it works! maybe i'll take a picture with my phone tomorrow. maybe not because then people would think i was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so i guess this class isn't that bad. i'm still not going to have any friends but that's ok. i don't need friends. ew history next. i hate that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired first and second period. i even fell asleep in second and i can NEVER fall asleep in class. it was crazy. i'm not really tired anymore though because of all the excitement from the new class. and these neat computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i'm sitting right now i have to sit for the rest of my life in this class. i'm kind of secluded. there is only one more person in my row. and there is a computer between us. and then another computer to my right. loooooner. oh well it's cute. i think i like this better than computer applications. mrs. roberts doesn't even pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i wrote an entire entry about my third period class... kbye.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-01T21:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T05:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T05:33:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GODMOWETHASLDKF; JAS;DLKJFA;SDJALSKDFJ AL;SKDJF;ALSD JF;LAS DFLANUSD W04Y; SDJF'SIGVDL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate homework and driver's ed. and guitar lessons and hair appointments and everything else that keeps me away from home until nine at fucking night every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE TEXT MESSAGES THAT COME OUT OF NOWHERE AND SCARE THE HELL OUT OF ME.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-02-01T14:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T23:19:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T23:19:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"still in love song" the stills</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i don't want to go to third period tomorrow and see how many friends i'm NOT going to have. and i hate my history class because there are like .5 people to talk to. just kidding, there's a few but it'd be cool if it was like p.e. was. i loved english today though because i sat by janay, melissa, jeromy, mike, and ellie and science was good because i hung out with mike the whole period and math was good because i sit by melissa. oh, and in french i sit by amy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch sucks, though. there's too many people to deal with. i think i'm just going to stick to my lame little freshmen kids &amp;hearts;. but, on the bright side, guess who i saw? sean :]!!! if he likes justice i'm going to die. stalkerrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levi has driver's ed. with me now. too bad i'm not going tonight because i have a hair appointment. i have my first drive tomorrow! eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. other than that... i like to be ditched. k cool. or something.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-30T12:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T20:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T20:43:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"take it easy (love nothing)" bright eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesterday abby called and wanted me to stay the night. so i got ready and then drove over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i got there we decided to walk to bartell's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost out of the neighborhood...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hecka long walk. okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made it to bartell's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annd... went straight to the make-up section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to thriftway. i was shocked at how long we'd spent at bartell's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our way over to blockbuster. yeah we're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started walking back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby loves to tell me stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almooooost home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay new make-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hot. k no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to talk about lots of things and eat insane amounts of food. she makes the best salsa ever! and i don't even like salsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i had a good night.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-28T19:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T03:32:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T03:34:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"more for show" hot hot heat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;hearts; illegally downloaded music. i now have all three hot hot heat cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends. it'd be nice to go back to the jr. high for the last semester. but i won't. and i'd probably end up regretting it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a 96% on my math final, a 97% on my computer apps. final, and i guessed on about the last 50 questions of my in class science final (which would be half of the whole test). but it doesn't count towards my grade. nothing in that class does. i gave myself a b- for the semester and he said i deserved a b instead. so i got a b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo... so far that means i will have an a-, a, and b on my semester report card. i hope i passed p.e. i'm going to cry if i get a bad grade/don't even get credit at all. i'll cry if i have to do that all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things aren't better despite the normalness of this post. k cool.</content>
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    <title>this music does not fit my mood.</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T06:00:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T06:01:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"paper thin walls" modest mouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sometimes when i get bored i go back to my old journal and read all the entries from the last few weeks of school and when i was in california.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so fun and cute. honestly, what happened? why am i so bland... so god damn boring now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved my friends to death and constantly talked to them. you could actually tell that my best friend was, infact, &lt;b&gt;my best friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really fucking hate how things like this happen. and i hope that it's not because of the whole high school ordeal. people say that you change, and i always thought that it wouldn't happen to me. i'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old journal and all the memories in it. i think that's why i never got around to deleting it. i just wish i could go back to this past summer. it was, hands down, the best summer i've ever had. that whole week i spent with kylie before i left. that whole month i spent with rini. that half sad/half ecstatic feeling i had when i got home. picking up kylie on our way from the airport because i missed her &lt;b&gt;that much&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my skirts and spending all my money at urban outfitters and how fucking hot it got and how we had to be in school until the end of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i even miss how i lost my two best friends since 5th grade and i even miss all of those times he let me down. i miss every bad thing that happened, because how can you have good times without bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't talk to anyone anymore. the other day derrick and josh imed me and i thought "why are they talking to me?" well... they used to be some of your closest friends, alyssa. maybe that's why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really seems to give a fuck anymore, including myself, and it's really bringing me down.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-27T08:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T16:15:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T16:15:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ew. ugly day. i took an hour straightening my hair last night. it was relaxing for some reason. yeah, the thought of my hair becoming even more brittle and straw-like just gives me such a calm feeling. kkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be freezing in p.e. but we'll be in the gym so oh well. i hate doing the 40 yard dash infront of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remember to ask melissa and janay what sections they put in their science portfolio. REMEMBER: ASK JANAY AND MELISSA WHAT SECTIONS THEY PUT IN THEIR PORTFOLIOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughing annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been done with my final for this class for awhile now. it took me like, half an hour. now i have to sit here and try and find something else to do for the next 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so boring. nothing exciting ever happens to me. gosh.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-26T19:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T03:56:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T03:56:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"greater omaha" desparecidos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i feel cut off from all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a good thing? since i can't stand anyone for more than two minutes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE YOU SHOULD MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND. kkkk cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good note; he talked to me today. even if it was just to get my attention for davin. he walked past me too... and abby said that he was trying not to smile. i hope so. but i doubt it. because things like that don't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i need to have straight hair. so i'm going to shower.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-25T09:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T17:58:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T18:17:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"new radio" bikini kill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this guy sat by me on the bus today, and he kept falling asleep. i was afraid that he was going to fall over onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling not so stressed anymore. i wrote my two papers that i never did for science and then i wrote the paper for my final. i feel kind of guilty, though, because i did a shitty  job on all of them. but whatever, i was about to burst if i didn't get them done and out of the way. i still need to organize my portfolio for english and fix my outline because i did it wrong and start my portfolio for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks when the teacher from your hardest class is obsessed with the teacher from your other hardest class and likes to do everything just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed the first part of my p.e. final. hopefully i'll be okay in the grade department. if i have to take that class over again i don't know what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i set up the printer i got for christmas yesterday. it's pretty p.i.m.p. it has a scanner built in like my other one, but it's way smaller and you can plug your camera into it and print pictures out directly from it. and now i have something to put my feet on again when i'm on the computer! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IT'D BE COOL IF MY TEACHERS UPDATED BASMATI. lame. askfjaksld. k stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap today.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-24T19:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T03:43:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T03:47:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are grotesque. but i'm posting them anyway. remind me not to wear stripes anymore, i look wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening kylie's presents in my mom's hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at the melting pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to my 203948029 hours of work. reason number one why i'm stressed. also why i didn't go to driver's ed. tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kcool.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-24T09:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T18:13:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T18:13:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"saints and sailors" dashboard confessional</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well... i was taking my practice final for this class, but it just died on me out of nowhere. so i guess i'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in p.e. we have to do our 1.6 run for our final. i was hoping it'd be on the actual final day so that i could get all sweaty and then just go straight home. but of course that's not how it's going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is going to be SO busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i have three papers, an essay outline, and an english portfolio to finish for tomorrow. and i have driver's ed.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have to start on my science portfolio and then study le francais! annnnnd driver's ed.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i have my french and math finals. then i go over to sara's after school.&lt;br /&gt;thursday, computer applications and p.e. finals. those are hella easy. but i have driver's ed.&lt;br /&gt;and friday... i'm going to have my two (probably) hardest finals. english and science. my science portfolio is due as well as my final grade for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm finally home free. at least for the next quarter and a half. i can't believe we're almost in our third quarter of school. i can't wait for this year to be over. i miss all my mjhs friends :[.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i'm supposed to hang out with jake again since saturday was lame and &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; messed it all up and pissed jeff off so bad he made us go home. fucking askjafdssl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who knows. i'll probably end up doing nothing. whatev.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-23T11:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T19:48:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-23T19:48:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">that is &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; happening again.</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-22T14:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T22:08:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T22:11:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"cremation" bright eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night... boys came over at 2. we just sat around until until 3:30 and then they decided to leave and wait for thriftway to open. freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... i'm waiting for my mom to be done getting ready so i can take her to go run errands. and then we're going to the mall. last night my mom and my step dad decided that i don't get to drive on the freeway for another week. i hate them. so my mom is driving. abby is staying the night. we're hopefully picking her up on our way to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jake called me last night and wanted me to go bowling but i couldn't. he asked if i wanted to hang out today and i said yeah so i guess that's what we're doing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much school work to do. finals next week. i'm nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ben called me this morning just to see how i was and what i was doing today. then he told me to call him later. what is up with him?</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-21T09:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T18:05:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-21T18:20:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"company calls" death cab for cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, we had a pep assembly today. our school can be pretty lame. and the freshmen don't even bother cheering because we know we're just going to get booed :[. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kylie-&lt;br /&gt;you were hot.&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;-alyssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe if a&amp;f wasn't so gay, i'd have my jacket by now. but no. they're going to take two weeks again. aldjflsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'd be cool if i brought a pillow to driver's ed. my poor tailbone. oh well i get a three day break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i get to drive on the freeway. abby is staying the night on saturday. so hopefully, i'll go pick her up and then i'll drive to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a baby crush on this kid that rides my bus. his name is sean/shawn. he checks the mail everyday when he gets off at his stop. it's way cute. he'd be even cuter if he was my boyfriend kthnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is incredible, starving, insatiable...&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is love for this first time.&lt;br /&gt;when you'd like to think that you were invincible.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well weren't we all once? &lt;br /&gt;before we felt lost for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;well this is the last time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/1a0cf646.jpg" border="1" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>bellevoix @ 2005-01-20T09:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-20T18:03:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T23:19:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday... i don't know. i wore my hair up to school. and i felt that i looked nice. but once p.e. rolled around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i hate it. but only two more weeks. and then i never have to deal with it again. I JUST CHECKED MY GRADES AND I HAVE A B- IN P.E.!! yesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my step dad went out of town yesterday and my mom wasn't going to be home until late so i decided i wanted to drive my car. and i told sara. and she wanted to come too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mel gave us a ride to my house after school. i checked up on everything... and then we were off! i wanted to go to the jr. high but they had already been out for 10 minutes so we changed our minds and went to... BEN'S. he's gay. then we were going to go to kyle's but i freaked out because my mom kept calling my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i let sara drive because i told her she could drive to kyle's but instead we drove home. then we switched so i could park. which, by the way, i did a superb job of parking the same exact way i'd parked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfjaks. it was scary. and i'm definitely not doing it again. at least not out of the neighborhood. that'd only be if my mom ever forgets to take my keys away, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate some rice very asianly. aww cute. &lt;s&gt;i have pictures but my internet is so gay and isn't going to be working until i stop being lazy and fix it. so i couldn't upload them this morning or i would've posted them.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, i love ugly ghetto table cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saraaaaaaaaa &amp;hearts;. so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me... looking like i'm 5. and ugly. aww. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/singledout/Dscn0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay cran-cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opted not to post the other pictures of me because, well, they were even worse than those. there should have been more sara pictures and less me pictures. al;sdkjf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the mall this weekend, i've decided. and i'm going to drive. on the freeway. for the first time. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkk i feel ugly today. bye.</content>
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