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  <updated>2004-06-12T23:18:07Z</updated>
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    <title>dance</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T23:18:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">yeah the dance was fun especially when i started headbanging to a slow song with some dude i didnt know...then my gum fell out and landed on the floor...and knowing me i stepped in it. then i stepped on some girls dress, tripped her and got gum all over it. but after all it was fun i danced with pretty much everyone... or was that dancing? i dunno whateva. dinna is served...bye bye</content>
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    <title>eh</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T20:59:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">on saturday i got a skateboard and it fell in the pool no later that 5 minutes after i opened it and i had to get it out of the icey cold atlantic east coast pool water. yep then i ran into a curb and didnt hurt myself but i wasnt even doing anything and almost broke my ankle ...i thought my cuz's neighbor Ryan was a lady, i screwed up peoples mailbox's, and as you can tell i have oh so much of a life so im having the most fun eva....hewl nah. the dance is this friday and i have no desire to dance whatsoever. my date is liz (no im straight its a joke) and today some kid knew who i was... i had no idea who he was... he said sonething about jell-o and a rubber chicken. lauryn likes my bracelet, and ill be in boston on my birthday....wooohooo this was a lovely entry. i know i know i shouldnt tell you so many details. but im pissed right now for no apparant reason. so bye! BURN IN HELL!</content>
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    <title>DAMNIT!</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T20:42:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">SCREW THIS THING! I JUST WROTE LIKE 15 YEARS WORTH OF SHYTE AND IT DELETED THE WHOLE FRICKEN THING!</content>
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    <title>Quasckoz</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T22:48:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm new at this so I guess I'll tell ya my whole day in major detail.  Hokay, today i woke up and shockingly didnt eat breakfast.  I then truged my way 15 miles up hill both ways to a bus stop just to go to school.  Then I sat on the bus till my ass fell asleep.  Finally I got to school... I was oh so grateful.  Then I waddled to my locker for an avalanche of crap to fall on my head (hint: I have a bottom locker).  Then I went to gay assed Italian,  WOO HOO WHAT FUN!  and almost died of boredom.  Next was Social Studies. All I have to say is that I should've brought a pillow.  Then there was gym...no comment...ok i have alot to complain about.  I am certainly not the basketball type, yet i had to play one on one with Erica Campisano(sorry if I cant spell)who by the way is on a traveling basketball team. And if that wasn't enough i had to do it in front of the whole frigin class.  Ok. So now i go to science. Here i had to take a quiz that wasnt so bad only i think i failed. Next is Algebra...lets put it this way, I almost cried at rec because of this moronishy class. Hokay, then there was rec. i stole about 100 of Shindy's tic tacs and Deb Deb DEBBIE!!!!!! the II touched my shoulder and now i have to burn it. Then there was art where I found out that Liz is "my date" to the dance...yes i'm straight and hey, Shindy's goin with a stuffed bear. While in art i did absolutely nothing besides call ally a bitch and got markered "big nose" and "poop" by Shindy.  Next was the WITCHES class.  She has the gayest shoes i have ever seen. WHO WEARS COACH CINDERELLA SHOES?!?! well obviously Mrs.Ceiwhatever does, and she has arms more hairy than a gorilla. Finally we come to study hall. This is great. I swear to god that i hit my head against the table about 25 times. Now i'm on the bus to go home... i love the fact that the leader of the italian mofia isnt driving me home today. This got me in a good mood. So i went home and ate pudding.And here i am now, bored out of my mind, doing completely nothing with my so-called life. Bye bye for today cuz i dont feel like typing any longer.</content>
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